Regulus sat on the floor of the bathroom beside the bubble-filled tub. The soft movement which was created by your every move filled the space as well as the little rant you’d decided to go on. Regulus had only learned to let you talk — not that he minded it either way.

“Well, darling, I’m not the one who put studying for our O.W.L.S off to the last minute,” He crooned mockingly. “I tried to study with you, and you know it.” He said as he glanced over his shoulder at you.