Eternal Light | Regulus Black

Fourth year at Hogwarts

And to think I was relieved we only received detention.

This felt like hell, I'd rather be suspended...

McGonagalls strict demeanor fightened me slightly as her gaze studied first James, then Sirius, then me and finally Reg.

"Congratulations, you must be proud of yourselves. You snuck out after curfew, you broke into the restricted section, you opened a vault that is full of boggarts! Do you have any idea what could have happened if you hadn't gotten the vault closed in time!" McGonagall schreeches.

"And you," Mcgonagall turns to look at Reg; "you assaulted a fellow student." I look at the bruise on Sirius's jaw, mostly faded but it still had a yellow tint to it.

"You four will clean the trophy corridor, however long it takes, even if it takes all weekend," McGonagall narrowed her eyes at us. "And you will not use magic, Filch will give you the supplies you need," she said lastly and then left us alone with Filch. Filch was the school's caretaker, he was vile and enjoyed student's suffering.

The trophy corridor was long, and it had many glass vitrines of different kind of prizes and cups. There were also shining silver armor and big swords covered the walls. Without magic this really will take the whole weekend.

Filch left us buckets of water and soap bars. I was glad nobody really walked through the trophy corridor, it would be humiliating if everyone saw me on my knees scrubbing the floor.

"We should split up," I suggest.

"Me and James will take the armour and the swords," Sirius quipped up.

"Fine, me and Reg will take the vitrines," I agree. "And boys, no slacking," I point my finger at them as a warning. I wanted this done as quickly as possible.

Reg and Sirius had made up for the punching incident. Reg had apologized and Sirius told him it wasn't a big deal and it made him look kind of badass to have a bruise. Of course he would say that. I had apologized to James and Sirius too, for dragging them into this mess.

I was scrubbing the floor with Reg right in front of me. We were quiet as we scrubbed with a sponge. My hair was getting in the way and I groaned when it wouldn't stay behind my ear once I tug it there.

I never wear my hair up but luckily I had a hairtie tugged in my pocket. I sit on my knees and tie my hair to a high ponytail and notice Reg gazing me.

"What?" I ask baffled.

"Nothing," he snaps and get's back to scrubbing.

We continue scrubbing for what feels like an hour when I whine; "Reg." His eyes snap to mine as he gulps.

I pout at him. "This is so boring," I complain.

"Stop complaining," Reg said strictly but I could see his grin.

"I won't," I challenge shaking my head.

He smirks at me and then... he throws the wet sponge towards me, colliding with my chest.

"Reg!" I screech as I glare at my white T-shirt, now soaked. He laughs at my expression but it's cut short when I throw it back, hitting his face.

"I'm going to get back at you for that," Reg promises before splashing water on me from the bucket. Not only was my shirt wet, now my pants were too.

"Oh it's on," I gasp and splash a handful of water on him. I shriek once I realize he's about to throw the whole bucketful of water on me and I stuble to my feet, trying to run away from him.

Reg gets a hold of me and spins me towards him. He tilts the bucket but I slam my palm against it, trying to stop Reg from pouring it all on me. Instead the water falls on top of both of us equally.