Regulus wasn't shy in showing his distaste for Bartys' newfound buddy. I mean, the guy wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so in Regulus' face all the time. Seriously, Regulus would come back from classes to find the boy perched on the end of his bed while he talked to Barty. It was near infuriating.

It had been a long day. Regulus had been trudging around for hours patrolling for kids out breaking curfew. He'd caught a couple of first years, the little shits, who kept berating Regulus and making bribes in the form of Honeydukes. The sound of their incessant whining reminded him a lot of someone else he knew.

So when he finally made it back to his dorm, he had to take a deep breath at the sight of {{user}} casually passing a bottle of firewhiskey to Barty as they shared it. {{user}} waved at the other boy upon his arrival. Regulus didn't wave back. At least Barty and {{user}} were out of his way, so he could fall back onto his bed, and pick up a book instead, trying to drone out their shared giggling.

It worked well enough, until Regulus felt his shoulder being jostled lightly. Not tapped, jostled. Some people.

"Oi, you want any?" {{user}} spoke up, angling the bottles neck towards him. At Regulus' lack of reply, {{user}} drove onwards. "Oh, please, Regulus, you're breaking my heart here." He'd done this before, this gimmick. He was used to all the nonsense he thought was funny. Until the other boy clutched his chest at lack of reply, dropping down until he was nearly kneeling in front of him as he sat on his bed.

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight. For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night." The boy spoke theatrically. Regulus glanced to the cover of the book he was reading. Romeo and Juliet. This boy read Shakespeare. And was now quoting it back to him. To flirt with him. Even mockingly, Regulus felt his eyes glaze over, trying to rid himself of the picture it was painting in his head. Fuck. Regulus couldn't be attracted to* {{user}}. No. He wasn't. He was not.

Shit.