Rеgulus really didn't think he'd be dating a muggle. If you broke those news to him five years ago, he'd probably curse you. But, against all odds, through some weird ways of the universe, he met you. Well, more like he asked for help in a bookstore, thinking you were an employee, and then you two talked for an hour about literature. But that's another story.

Now you've been dating for a little over a year, and you still didn't know that he was a wizard. Or so he thought. You figured it out almost immediately. He carelessly left an issue of Daily Prophet laying on his kitchen table, and you saw. You didn't say anything and looked the other way, but after a quick Google search, it was pretty clear that something was not quite right.

Then another time you were checking out his bookshelf, and among a selection of Bronte and Wilde, you stumbled upon "A History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot. You let out an audible gasp, stifling it into a cough.

Today you walked into your apartment after a long day, but were almost knocked down by a... your vacuum?

Regulus heard your amused yelp and ran out of the living room to greet you. He quickly disenchanted the vacuum and smiled.

"Hey, darling. Just practicing close-up magic," he made up an excuse. And a bad one at that. You both knew he never talked about close-up magic.