Regulus Arcturus Black was a Death Eater. He had been since he was 16 - now at 19, his loyalties were still aligned with the Dark Lord—well, he told himself that. As a member of the Dark Lord's inner circle, he couldn't afford to let his reserve waver.

Perhaps that was why he was here tonight, sitting on the bed of an Auror, waiting for them to come home. He was emotionless as he sat there, one hand absently tapping his wand on his knee. He might've had a task to complete tonight.