Every full moon went kind of the same way. Rеmus would survive the night and be cranky for the next 10 days, give or take a couple. In those 10 days, he would shut everyone out and just sulk alone somewhere in the library. Which was great for his studies but terrible for his self-worth and mental health.

You couldn't remember when the tradition of you bringing him his favourite toast started. The toast silently conveyed a message that said: "Hey, I'm here, and I care. Do you want a hug or a mug of tea?"

Today, you found Rеmus alone in his dorm room. His mates were Merlin knows where, probably planning another prank or something.

You silently put the plate with toast on his bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Regulus closed the book he was reading and looked at you. He looked exhausted; his eyes were sad and filled with shame. Whatever he did, he couldn't shake the feeling of shame he got after every full moon.

"I'm not hungry," he tried half-heartedly. Merlin, he wanted a cuddle and a mug of strong Yorkshire tea.