MAROON ✵ regulus black

II. First Year: Roomates, Family, and James Potter

September 2, 1972 (Saturday)

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK

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Regulus had cried himself to sleep like a little girl. It was pathetic, but he couldn't help it. He had made sure to cast the silencing charm he had seen his parents cast many times so that his roommates wouldn't share those same thoughts.

It was morning now and they were all unpacking their trunks. Regulus could feel all their eyes on him; he didn't have to turn around to know they were all staring at him.

He hated it. He had always hated the spotlight, it was Sirius who thrived on it, not him. He didn't understand how he was a Gryffindor. The hat had made a mistake, he was sure of it.

"I can feel you all staring at me," Regulus muttered as he folded his school uniform. His Gryffindor uniform.

One of the boys spoke and Regulus turned around. The boy had curly, light brown haired, a freckled and sun kissed face, and blue eyes. He was very clearly a muggle born by his mannerisms and clothes.   

"Yeah, I'm sort of confused about that. Why are we even staring at him? Why did the great hall break out into whispers when he was sorted?" the boy questioned.

Another boy on the bed next to Regulus spoke up. This boy had blonde hair, freckles, and green eyes.

"I believe it's because he is a Black. From my understanding, the Blacks have always been Slytherins. Well, until his brother was sorted into Gryffindor last year. His name is Sirius, right?" The boy asked curiously. Regulus gave him a quick nod. "But, once again I could be wrong on why we are staring at him. I grew up mostly in the muggle world so I'm not that familiar with the wizarding world."

Great, so none of his roommates even knew why they were staring at him because they were a muggle born and half-blood. Like that was going to make his parents feel better about this whole thing.

He let out a tired and irritated sigh. "Are seriously none of you purebloods?"

"I am," a boy on the bed across the room from Regulus spoke. The last boy had dark brown, curly, and fluffy hair. His skin was tan and he had big brown eyes.

Regulus didn't recognize him which was weird because he knew most pureblood families, but he supposed he wasn't all too familiar with Gryffindor ones.

"Hezekiah Fawley," the boy introduced himself. Fawley. Of course Regulus knew the Fawleys, they were apart of the Sacred 28, but Regulus had never seen this boy before.

"Well I suppose one pureblood roommate is better than none," Regulus stated before turning back to his trunk.

But, deep down he knew it wouldn't be enough to satisfy his parents.

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A couple hours later, Regulus made his way down to the great hall for lunch. No one had really went to breakfast this morning because they had either been too busy trying to find their classes so they were ready for Monday, they slept in, or they were unpacking.

His roommates left shortly before him and he followed them after a couple minutes.

He sat down next to them at the Gryffindor table because he didn't know where else to sit and, truthfully, he wanted to be as far away from his brother and his friends as he possibly could.