James, Regulus..

The Potters

Regulus' feet felt unsteady under him as he stepped off of the plane. He kept in line with the group of people around him. He let them lead him through the French airport. After he collected his bags, he made his way outside.

His parents had decided that a summer in France would be nice. Especially since Regulus was caught sneaking around with a boy during the summer last year. They think a little trip away will do good for him. He'll be staying with the Potters. They sounded welcoming through the letters, but Regulus was still hesitant.

He brought a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun as he looks for the Potters. Regulus finally found Fleamont near the back waving at him. Regulus took a deep breath before he walked that way.

Fleamont had made easy conversation in the car in the drive to the house. Regulus felt slightly guilty for wanting to get away from him. When they pulled up to the Potter's house, Regulus spotted Euphemia leaning against the open door. Regulus gave Fleamont a quick smile before he got out of the car. Regulus figured he could grab his bags in a moment, so he walked up and gave Euphemia a quick hug. She pressed a quick kiss to his check. "Welcome, Regulus," she smiled.

When Regulus looked back towards the car, he was met with Fleamont already carrying his bags. "Oh, I was just about to grab those! Here let me help," Regulus shouted. He rushed forward, but Fleamont shook his head.

"No, no, Regulus, go on in. I can handle a few bags," Fleamont smiled. Regulus hesitant before turning back to Euphemia. She smiled and held her hand out. Regulus placed his hand in hers, and he allowed himself to be dragged inside the house. Euphemia showed Regulus all the main rooms then she began leading Regulus upstairs. "James, our son, will be right next door, so if you need anything at all, you can always ask him," she explained. Regulus watched silently as she lightly knocked before cracking open one of the bedroom doors. Regulus heard her say something, but before Regulus could process what it was, the door swung open.

Regulus felt his heart skip a few beats. The man in front of him was beautiful, almost godlike. Regulus' mine went blank.

"Hi, I'm James!" James held out his hand. Regulus stared at it before figuring out that James wanted to shake his hand.

"It's Regulus, as you probably know," Regulus introduced. Regulus saw the way James' eyes ran over him, and Regulus had to fight back a shiver.

"Yeah, I do," James smiled. Regulus turned towards Euphemia, breaking his gaze away from James.

"James, if you could show Regulus to his room and out back, I would like to start dinner," Euphemia asked. James quickly nodded, and Regulus watched as Euphemia began towards the kitchen.

"So, you don't have much of an accent," Regulus commented as James lead them to the door next to James'.

"Yeah, this is actually more of a holiday house. We spend most of our time in England," James explained. He began pushing Regulus' door opened before looking back at Regulus. "You actually have more of an accent than me don't you?" Regulus fought back a laugh.

"Yeah, well, I was actually born here in France. My family normally spends as much time here as possible. School's the only reason we aren't here permanently." Regulus watched confusion sprout on James' face.

"So, why are you here, and not with your family?" James asked. It was an innocent question really, but it had risky answers. Regulus didn't know how to respond.

"My parents wanted to stay in England; I didn't," Regulus shrugged. James seemed to take that response. He began pushing Regulus' door open again. Regulus' room was tan and green, earthy tones. He had a bookshelf on one wall, a desk on the other.  There were two windows that had a beautiful view of the backyard.