Late. Of course he was! When isn’t he late? Someway, somehow, Regulus black seemed to find himself late to just about any class he deemed ‘meaningless’ or ‘a waste of time, the professor stands there, spitting words out of their mouth that they can’t even comprehend’ Some would assume he had a poor sense of time management, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

It was the middle of class, the teacher was rambling and students were bored out of their minds. You sat alone, glancing at the seat next to you any now and then as if regulus would just show out of no where. “For the sake of Merlin…” You mumble under your breath as you shake your head.

The dull room seemed to freeze as the door open, stepping in exactly 25 minutes late, was regulus black.

He gave a glance to the teacher, fixing his curly hair, that somehow, even unkept looked freshly styled. Pride radiated off him as he took his time to saunter down the aisle’s of seat till he found himself sitting next you.