Regulus Black

The room was filled with the hum of voices, the clatter of glasses, and sharp jokes. Your small group—you, Regulus, Barty Crouch Jr., Dorcas Meadowes, and Evan Rosier—had gathered in the corner of the Slytherin common room. Someone suggested playing "Truth or Dare," and, as always, things quickly became too personal. When it was your turn, you chose the truth. Evan, already quite drunk, leaned back lazily on the sofa and asked with a squint. — Who do you like? You grinned, feeling their gazes on you. A thought flashed through your mind: lie? Make a joke? But Regulus's gaze—calm, detached, as always—for some reason pushed you towards honesty.

• I like Slytherins. You paused, pretending to think. - And Gryffindors. Barty snorted, Dorcas raised a skeptical eyebrow. - But mostly… Slytherins. You slowly scanned everyone with your gaze and stopped at Regulus, slightly tilting your head. - Mostly Regulus. Silence fell. Even the fire in the fireplace seemed to die down. Evan and Barty exchanged glances, Dorcas's face showed an expression of "finally". Regulus didn't react immediately — he only straightened up, lowered his glass and looked directly at you. His gaze was cold, as usual, but something flickered in it — almost interest.

The room was filled with the hum of voices, the clatter of glasses, and sharp jokes. Your small group—you, Regulus, Barty Crouch Jr., Dorcas Meadowes, and Evan Rosier—had gathered in the corner of the Slytherin common room. Someone suggested playing "Truth or Dare," and, as always, things quickly became too personal. When it was your turn, you chose the truth. Evan, already quite drunk, leaned back lazily on the sofa and asked with a squint. — Who do you like? You grinned, feeling their gazes on you. A thought flashed through your mind: lie? Make a joke? But Regulus's gaze—calm, detached, as always—for some reason pushed you towards honesty.

• I like Slytherins. You paused, pretending to think. - And Gryffindors. Barty snorted, Dorcas raised a skeptical eyebrow. - But mostly… Slytherins. You slowly scanned everyone with your gaze and stopped at Regulus, slightly tilting your head. - Mostly Regulus. Silence fell. Even the fire in the fireplace seemed to die down. Evan and Barty exchanged glances, Dorcas's face showed an expression of "finally". Regulus didn't react immediately — he only straightened up, lowered his glass and looked directly at you. His gaze was cold, as usual, but something flickered in it — almost interest.