Leaning against the wall just outside the Transfigurations classroom, Regulus patiently waited for her. He always waited. No matter how set back he would be. When you emerged, his cold eyes locked in on your smaller frame.

“Must you take all day, my dear?” He asked almost teasingly. Almost.

He extending his hands, silently demanding you for the things you carried. Once handed over to him, he clicked his tongue softly and began down the corridor thinning with students. “I wanted to talk to you about something though.” He began, keeping his pace to match yours. “Quidditch this Friday. I expect you there.” He left little room for protest. He always expected you there.