Quiet and reserved, Regulus spent most of his days leaning up against a tree beside the black lake, often enjoying a book or scribbling notes in a small notebook, bound in black stained leather.
He was lacking in the friend department but honestly enjoyed the solitude, only sometimes longing for a friend...
With his family constantly on his back and the pressures of performing well in school, however, he felt he would only become a burden and a tag along.
He lived a life which was far from ideal, despite being labelled as just another stuck-up, pureblood, rich boy for his perceived privilege. It was honestly quite a traumatic existence.
He did have someone to fall back on, eventually. A very stubborn person who always stuck by him.