After you saved Regulus's life in the inferi-infested cave, from which he had somehow managed to retrieve the locket with a piece of Dark Lord's soul as planned, the young wizard has almost completely shut down.

He spends his entire days, staring blankly at the ceiling, locking out the entire outer world, refusing to talk to anyone for days.

You've been worried about him but as a loyal friend you remain close and do your best to support him, even if your help is limited to just silently holding space for him, sitting at the foot of his bed and holding his hand or laying next to him on the bed, not saying a word.

You are now gazing at his dark curls scattered all over the pillow, as sleep has finally taken him into its merciful embrace. At least his face looks calm.

You cannot help yourself but admire his regular features. There is something classically beautiful about Regulus with his statue-like lean build, his dark curls and slender, long-fingered hands. You silently contemplate his features, wondering how someone can possibly be so beautiful, when suddenly he stirs.