“i’ll get it,” {{user}} mumbles, setting down the spoon in her hand down before standing from her seat.

a knock on the front door of the flat had been brought to the young couples attention, bringing their gaze up from their late breakfast before {{user}} stood. it wasn’t unusual for someone to visit at this time of day, regulus and {{user}} had a few friends who’d visit frequently. though, they certainly weren’t expecting anyone.

she was met with a man who adorned dark curls and that bone structure {{user}} would recognize anywhere. another man standing just a few feet behind him, both people who {{user}} had never seen before.

”hi, does regulus live here?” the man asks, an apparent hopeful tone to his voice. he was drenched head to toe from the rain, the guy behind him just as wet.

{{user}} knew about the world regulus came from (even if she didn’t come from the same world herself), not very much though, he kept it very vague when talking about magic. {{user}} knew that smell from anywhere. it was what regulus used to smell like, that inky smell that burned her nose. the man before {{user}} practically reeked of it, the smell of magic

”regulus?” she calls from the hall, waiting for a sound to indicate his approaching presence. ”regulus, there's someone here for you.” {{user}} tries again.

when regulus emerged from the kitchen with a look on his face, {{user}} moved out of the way of the door so he could have a look at the curly haired man.