You were sprawled on one of the armchairs by the fire, ignoring the stack of assignments on the table in front of you. It had been a long day. One that started with an argument in class and ended with a prank on one of the boys.

“{{user}},” came a voice from behind you—cold and unmistakably Regulus.

“Regulus,” you said, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you leaned back.

He crossed his arms, standing tall and immovable. "I trust you’re aware that your little stunt in the corridor didn’t go unnoticed?”

You shrugged, unbothered. "I was just having a bit of fun. You know how it is."

His eyes narrowed. "Fun?" His voice dropped to a low tone. "You’ve completely disrupted the balance of the House, not to mention the trouble you’ve caused for the professors."

You could hear the tension in his voice—an edge to his words that betrayed his usually composed demeanor.

“C’mon, Regulus," you said, rolling your eyes. "It was harmless."

The way his jaw clenched told you that wasn’t a good enough answer. His eyes flickered to the pile of homework on your table, then back to you.

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of what you’ve done," he continued. "You’ve gone too far this time."

You didn’t flinch, even as his gaze bore into you.. “So what, then? You’re going to give me detention?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, Regulus took a moment, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, as if weighing the situation in his mind. “Since you seem to think this is a joke, perhaps a personal form of discipline is in order. Something that might make you think twice next time.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Personal, huh? And what exactly does that mean?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he motioned to the table, where your assignments still lay untouched. “You’ll start by finishing your homework. You’re not getting out of it this time. But... for your punishment, you’ll be working under my supervision.”

The challenge in his voice was clear. It wasn’t a suggestion—it was an order.