Regulus Black was such an insufferable prick.

Just one look at him made you want to punch that stupid, I'm-superior-than-you-ever-will-be look off his face. He would use every opportunity he could to piss you off.

Sure, his parents are good friends of yours, but that doesn't mean you two are on good terms.

Even so, your professor had the lovely idea of assigning you two a project. Now you had to spend every potions class for a week with regulus, or as he himself would call himself, Regulus Arcturus Black II. God, how much more pretentious can one get?

"Are you really that stupid? This is Amortentia, not Polyjuice," Regulus shook the vial while adding, "Quite obviously."