(This idea came to me randomly and i hope it doesn't sound awful 😭.)

Regulus Black was getting sick of this stupid thing. He couldn't go a damn day without his stupid finger being pulled on. It was stupid and Regulus really needed to find a pair of scissors sharp enough to cut through the red band around his pinky. There had to be a way to do it, right?

Anyway, currently he was walking to a cafe. He'd agreed to meet up with Sirius and, for the first time, James Potter. Regulus had honestly gotten sick of how much his brother ranted about Potter. If Sirius wasn't so obsessed with Remus, Regulus would be sure Sirius and Potter were snogging in secret.

Anyway his finger was tugging way more incessantly and it was getting on his nerves. Regulus sometimes wondered if it was just messing with him. Finally, Regulus walked into the cafe. He was moody and cold from the sharp winds that hinted at the coming winter.

He'd quite literally just been about to go over to his brother before he was yanked by the ribbon, straight into a much talller, warmer, and handsomer man... that had an identical ribbon connected to his. Oh, shit.