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𝕽egulus stares broodingly into the glass tumbler curled in his hand, amber alcohol glowing.

To be quite honest, he's not all that keen and enthusiastic about being here, content with staying cooped up in his dorm, mulling over Gryffindor team's tactics displayed earlier and reading until dawn. But he had made an agreement, one that his feet were evidently in approval of, because they carried him all the way here. The Gryffindor common room.

He surveys around the crowds of sweaty teenagers, the dim red lighting making it more difficult to see clear of everything. Twenty minutes, that's how long he's been here, nearing the end of his second glass of firewhiskey. Still no sign of her. If there's still no signs by the time the firewhiskey is gone, the rest burning down his throat, he's leaving. He had turned up, said he would be wherever she wanted him to be, it's not his fault if she was too daft to not seek him out.

It's not as though it's real, anyway.

Tipping his head back, he downs the remaining alcohol, relishing in the sting travelling down his throat, preparing to take his leave. Just as he's edging forwards on the comfy arm chair, formulating an escape plan, he's knocked backwards. Right back into the chair. A dark scowl flashes across his face, unimpressed by the new tenant of his lap. Too late.

"Where do you think you're going, Mr Broody Black?"

"I was just leaving" He remarks, forearms resting on either arm of the chair, pale eyes never leaving those of violet, shining darker at her reply.

"Without even seeing me? What message would that send our brothers?"

One that would make them very unconvinced of their 'relationship', that they would be absolutely right to think so too. That this agreement kills two birds with one stone, pushes their brothers into each other's arms ending their years of pathetic pining, and they get their own little advantages out of it too. Perks.

Regulus shrugs, pointing out all the same, "You could've come to see me just as easy. I've been here the entire time like you told me to be"

Romie sighs, and shakes her head exasperatedly at him. She hadn't been hiding away in the shadows, completely out of sight, more the opposite, waiting. Waiting for him to take initiative, search for her amongst the many pretty girls with eyes for him, his eyes only for her. Every minute that ticked by, no sign of him or his state of claim added to the pathetic pit of disappointment growing in her stomach.

She should know better, Regulus Black will never be that boy, and this isn't real anyway. It's a play off to get her older brother to get his act together. To have the balls to date Sirius, because they're the 'Lupin and Black couple' and get off her back about whoever she chooses to date instead of chasing them away with his wolfish protectiveness. Merlin does she love him, but sometimes she wants to hex him so hard his face is on his arse.