MAROON ✵ regulus black

XXIV. Fourth Year: Slytherins Are 100% Drug Addicts

October 3, 1975 (Thursday)

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK

Regulus quickly tied his school tie in the mirror. He had been trying to change quickly and be the first one out of the dorm, but Aidan and Kian had already left the dorm which left him alone with Hezekiah who didn't even have a bloody shirt on yet. Regulus fought the urge to stare and instead focused on getting ready himself.

Him and Hez hadn't really talked in the last month which was entirely Regulus's fault. He had been avoiding interactions with Hez like he had the plague.

"Did you finish that potions essay?" Hezekiah asked cautiously and stiffly.

The awkward tension between them only grew as Regulus forced himself to look at Hezekiah. Hezekiah must have worked out over the summer because shit. His torso was toned just the right amount. His blood was rushing as he let his gaze travel down to Hez's V-Line and then...

He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. He took a deep breath to regain control of his raging hormones. What was Hezekiah doing to him right now?

"Yeah," he choked out, finally answering Hez's question.

"It was bloody torture. I will forever hate Slughorn. Potions would actually be a fun class if he wasn't teaching," Hez complained.

"Yeah, I suppose." Regulus said before he grabbed his bag and started to walk towards the door. He needed to go. Now. "Well I'm going to go get some breakfast now. Bye."

Hez nodded with a sad expression, and Regulus couldn't even blame him. He was ruining everything they had. Regulus knew Hez was feeling all the pain he felt, if not more.

He paused halfway out the door and turned to look at Hez. "And um- happy 15th birthday, Hez."

He was being a dick, so the least he could do was wish Hezekiah a happy birthday. He was still his best friend, even if he had stopped acting like he was.

Regulus could see the relief and joy spread across his roommates face. He had definitely thought that Regulus had forgot.

"Thanks," Hez spoke with a soft smile that melted Regulus's heart.

He left the room before he could do or say something stupid.

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Regulus sat all alone at the end of the Gryffindor table. He mainly focused on his food and ignored what was happening around him, but when he did look up he saw James staring at him. Regulus shot him a glare like he always did.

Stupid Potter. Why was he so nosy? Regulus wanted to punch his annoyingly perfect face.

"Black!" A voice behind him yelled.

He turned and saw Barty walking towards him. He had a hazy look in his eyes. Was Barty high?

"Oh, hi. What's up?" He asked, pretending he didn't notice that Barty was most likely high as a kite.

Barty sat down in the empty spot next to him. "I've come over here to invite you to a party tomorrow night in the Slytherin common room. It's going to be so fun. Avery has got some new shit from his mysterious supplier or whatever that he is bringing."