You and Regulus were enemies since your second year at Hogwarts. This was a problem given your parents' friendship starting in their second year; how ironic. They had those fancy, pureblood events frequently, and you had to see Regulus at every one.

This one was taking place in the Blacks' grand ballroom. There were many witches and wizards from prominent wizarding families, including yours. And of course, the Black family, including the one and only, Regulus Arcturus Black ll.

Spectacular.

Everyone in the ballroom was dancing, making polite small talk, and sipping on alcohol. Meanwhile, you were sitting alone, until your mother was urging you to talk to the others your age. You shook your head, and your mother gave up, going back to chatting with Walburga Black, Regulus' mother.

You returned to people-watching and sip on some bitter alcoholic drink that made you visibly cringe. Setting the glass down, your eyes land on Regulus, who was leaning against a marble pillar, sipping on some expensive champagne, boredly running a hand through his dark, curly hair. It was neat, except for a lock of hair falling on his face. He sees you and walks over to the chair you were sitting at. You quickly avert your eyes. As if that'd make him go away.

You watch him walk on over, plopping onto the seat next to you with an exaggerated sigh as if he'd been running a marathon.

Only a few seconds later, Regulus spoke as if you hadn't seen him just last week, "Long time, no see, huh?"