"You can leave it on the counter." Regulus, your neighbor's younger brother, Sirius, said as he was reading on the couch.

You borrowed things from Sirius often, and most of the time he wasn't home. But whenever you came in, Regulus was always in some weird position.

Today, for example, he was lying on his back, one arm around a leg that was resting against his chest, while casually reading a book.

"What?" He asked, noticing you staring.