Regulus considered himself an artist, by that he’s means he knows he’s good at making art. He knows how to use simple colors to make masterpieces, in his eyes at least. The only kind of art he absolutely despises is pottery. He understood that it was time consuming and the end result was worth it, but he would never get into it. It always took to long, or it was to slimy, or got under his nails and made him uncomfortable.

After lots of convincing from his friends, regulus finally went to the pottery studio a few blocks away from his new apartment. He received a coupon for one free lesson for his birthday last week, he planned on not using it but the puppy dog eyes from his brother made him accept it.

After walking the few blocks to the studio called ‘Potters Pots’ he was greeted by a stern looking redhead wearing an apron covered in nearly as much clay as her fingers. The name tag - half obscured by dust - reads ‘Lily.’

After checking in and handing over his coupon, he found out who he was getting lessons by.

James was tall- at least 6’2, he had dark skin that looked as if it had been kissed by the sun itself. He had a crown of curly brown hair, that was pulled back with hair clips. His deep brown eyes were shielded by a pair of glasses- also covered in clay dust- and his smile- gods his smile. He had this lopsided grin that made regulus’ stomach flip.

Regulus nearly died when he heard the man speak, his voice sounded like honey, regulus just wanted to bottle up the man and hide him away.