regulus black falling in love with a gryffindor was bad enough, but did it have to be you? a mudblood, a girl he’d been relentlessly mocking for years, accusing you of having a lack of talent due to your family not being purebloods. he fell in love with you. he fell in love with a mudblood. he may as well start packing his bags because if his mother hears wind of this he’s out.

he’s been frantically pacing his room for hours, running his hands through his black curls, usually neatly taken care of, but now a mess. the poor boy is so stressed. surely if he doesn’t act on his desires, he’ll be okay? this is just a crush, it’ll pass. that’s what he keeps telling himself.

he needs to get out. go for a walk, clear his head, maybe take a trip home so his mother can remind him that he’s destined for greatness, and will not let a putrid mudblood ruin his future. of course as he walks down to his favourite spot to think, you’re already there. god you really are perfect.