Regulus quietly worked on the French assignment his tutor had given him, occasionally glaring over at his brother who was just existing in his corner of the room, his outfit already messy and.. informal. The sight was enough to nearly make him gag. How could someone be this untidy this early in the morning? After looking over at his brother once again, he looked away, yet this time he didn't look down at his work, instead looking out the window at the grounds, specifically at the worker out there. It was somehow almost endearing to him how you were already out working this early in the morning. Was it your job? Yes, but he still found it cute that you were doing it.

In a sudden, impulsive, moment, he set his quill down and stood up, looking over at his brother

“I'm going out for a walk around the grounds, Sirius. Do tell Rosier if he comes searching for me.”

Before his brother could even register what has been said, Regulus was out of their shared room and already nearly sprinting down the stairs. He ignored the bustling of the servants around the castle and the guards standing at the entrance to the castle and was there in almost record speed. Faster than he'd ever go when his mother said there was some potential wives awaited him.

He slowed his pace as he approached where you were crouched, carefully inspecting some of the flowers, seemingly unaware of his presence. As you moved to look at a specific flower, he finally spoke up, making you jump slightly

“My mother allowed me to choose that flower as an addition to this garden when I turned twelve.”

He said softly, his gaze flickering between you and the flower

“I was very excited until she told me it'd be the type flower I give to my future wife. It is a tradition, apparently. Though, the flower is lovely, isn't it?”