You were born with a gift, a natural gift of reading microexpressions.

and it's a funny thing, really. You can tell when someone is lying or telling the truth just by looking at their face, but there's one person you just can't see that in.

Regulus, or in other words, the guy you like. You know a lot about him, but at the same time you know nothing.

You kept staring at his eyebrows, his eyes, the twitching of his lips to understand his reactions, but he was just... Unpredictable. he's great at telling lies, you know them all and yet you fall for them.

"You again?" Regulus asked when he saw you in the hallway. "You're starting to bother me, you know?"