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Oh, what I'd do to run my fingers through Regulus Black's hair.

Regulus inwardly smirks as he sips from a glass of water that he desperately wished was firewhiskey. It's apparent that he occupies the minds of quite a few girls that surround him, not that this is new, he's always been aware of the effect he has on people, especially ones of the opposite sex. He is, after all, blessed with the Black family's looks. He shoots a glance towards the girl that had the thought, Cerys Yaxley, and winks at her. As expected, a shade of pink shadows her pale face.

"Regulus."

And his fun is taken away from him. Alecto Carrow has taken a seat beside him as her twin brother, Amycus, sits across at Barty's left. There is a wrinkle in her nose that has nothing to do with a coming sneeze, muscles tight, jaws clenched. She must have noticed him flirting with Cerys. Before Walburga Black fell ill, she was in the midst of arranging a mutual understanding with the Carrows to marry Regulus and Alecto. Fortunately, it was never declared official, but for some unknown, delusional reason, Alecto has convinced herself that they'll still end up together.

"Ah, Alecto," Regulus drawls, too lazy to pretend her presence is pleasant. "Amycus. How good it is to see you two."

Moments after their arrival, another person joins them at their end of the table, and this time Regulus is actually pleased with their presence. Evelyn Lestrange, the Slytherin Beauty Queen, and the only other person of their group who matches his player tendencies in the dating world. Her flawless skin is copper-brown, like a windfall autumn leaf, and she has dazzling, champagne-brown eyes and half-moon cheekbones. She has the kind of face that stops you in your tracks, and an elegant demeanour in everything she does. Regulus has tried countless times to try a taste of her cherry-red lips, but she's the only one to ever deny him.

"Evelyn, as beautiful as ever," Regulus greets her with a smirk.

"And you, Regulus, are as handsome as ever." Her mouth mimics his as she sits and looks at each of her friends. "How was the summer? Sorry I couldn't bless you all with my presence. Paris was a dream, but I did miss you lot."

"Quite fun from what I can remember," Barty says. His grin falters a bit. "Dad received the news of my twelve bloody owls, but all he could focus on was my juvenile delinquencies."

Evelyn frowns. "Well, fuck your father. Twelve owls is a profound achievement, I'm proud of you."

"Well, despite the daddy issues, summer was fantastic. My thigh tan is impeccable," Evan mentions proudly as he pulls up his pant leg and slams his foot on the table. "Look at it."

Evelyn tilts her head curiously. "Yes. Very impressive."

Alecto smiles thinly. "Quite a thigh tan."

"Remove your foot from the table before I remove it from your body," Barty snaps.

Evan does so, but not without a cheeky smile. "Why don't you remove that attitude and kiss me like a man, Crouch?"

Barty's face reddens, but he quickly covers it with a glower. "You're so fucking weird."

"What about your summer, Evelyn?" Alecto asks with a cursory glance. "Is it true that you've caught the interest of the infamous Klaudius Zabini?"

Evelyn pretends to seal her lips. "I don't kiss and tell."

Bored with the conversation, Regulus turns away to look around absentmindedly, his chin propped up upon his fist. Only a few moments pass before he takes interest in a particular girl. Her heart-shaped face is familiar, but not because he's seen it for himself. She has been on nearly everybody's mind today, as she is the new student. Funny enough, though, nobody seems to know her name. They're only intrigued by her beauty, and curious of where she's from.