Regulus knew that the first week of his sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be a big deal, he only had a few years left before he was free of the imbeciles that surrounded him. But, tonight, as he sat in the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table with his friends, Barty, Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas, he felt unbelievably bored. The train ride was boring, the carriage ride was boring, and the feast was turning out to be similar. His mind is filled with far-away thoughts, only speaking up in the conversation to make a quick joke, some of them slightly cruel.

From the other side of the hall, you sit with your own friends, his brother, Sirius, included, and you scan the room, a small smile forming on your face as your eyes find him among the crowd.