regulus black

You have been shopping all day store by store, spending Regulus Arcturus Black’s gold, which seems to be infinite, or at least very widespread, for expensive stores.

Having fun after days of being busy because of his duties as a prefect, Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and Black family heir.

So much effort for just a seventeen year old boy who, deep down, just wants to be more free.

But nonetheless, Regulus and you, by luck, finally arrive at the new restaurant in Hogsmeade at night, a bit outside but totally worth it.

Quite luxurious and way out of the budget of some Hogwarts students or magic folk in general, but it is no problem for Regulus.

Of course, with family money, as always, since he is probably just another ordinary student with good grades if you can separate him from his family.

Everything is already served at the table without even asking, everything already selected from the meticulous Valentine’s day dinner reservation days ago.

His expressions do not seem very surprised or his eyes are not very expressive unlike yours about the place.

He just enjoys your observation.

It is a pleasant place nonetheless, the dark and crystalline decorations matching his difficult personality and style very much.

And not forgetting the good smell of the place, of course, something that he appreciates greatly with his sensitive nose, who would have thought.

“Isn’t that bad.” He rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed only not to admit that he feels satisfied with the location, for after all, getting a compliment from Regulus Black is not a thing that easy unless the matter is about you.

“Be more careful, love.” He warns quietly when he notices the spaghetti stains on the corners of your lips.

Taking a napkin before leaning in and starting to clean your lips, now he is more entertained by your lips than the music, food or decorations.

You, just you, the object of his affection and contemplation.