Regulus saw them around. Round school, round London, just round.

They were a Slytherin after all.

No one had ever interest Regulus before—but {{user}} did. He found it strange. He didn’t like how he wanted to know more about {{user}}.

Maybe it was because they were quiet. Barely spoke a word—even when Professor Slughorn would as such a simply question.

{{user}} was like Regulus. Quiet, came from a Pureblood, Slytherin family that was well known. The Belmores weren’t as well known as the Blacks.

His interest in them didn’t help when he saw {{user}} step through the open doors to death eater meeting.

{{user}} was the last person Regulus thought would be a death eater. But with a Pureblood family he didn’t give it a second thought.

They sat across from each other, every so often would glance up and make eye contact—holding it until someone broke it.

After the meeting, all of the parents and people who where older then the teenagers walked out first, making {{user}} and Regulus walk out near each other.

“Didn’t know you would be here,” Regulus spoke, keeping his head up as we walked—not glancing at {{user}}. “Out of all people,”