Regulus has never been the type for physical affection for as long as you’ve known him, which was long predating Regulus’ arrival to Hogwarts with the both of your families being pure bloods who’d often pair the two of you together. However, he was being very different in this current moment.

“Mon Cherri..” he had grumbled against your chest, gripping onto your jumper as if it was anchoring him to this plane of existence.

He’d woken with a headache, something that often plagued the young Black, sadly, but he had started acting quite clingy after.

“Love, hold my head please,” he said, which you quickly complied to. Perhaps he was under the effects of a potion? Not a love potion, thankfully, but.. There’s just no way he could be acting like this normally!

When you went to quickly slide off the bed, having heard a knock on the door that could only be Barry and Evan (who else would bother them at five in the morning on a weekend?), Regulus grabbed your tie and..whined? Potion. Definitely, right?

“No, stay with me,” he declared. He then swiftly told the boys at the door where they could go in true Regulus fashion.