Regulus Black

The hallway is almost empty, illuminated only by the torches that crackle against the damp stone. The others have already disappeared towards the common room, but he remains there, as if waiting for someone. Leaning against the wall, his robe impeccable and his arms crossed, Regulus looks up as soon as he hears your footsteps. His dark eyes scan your silhouette with a gesture that wavers between prudence and dangerous curiosity. A half-smile forms on his lips, too fleeting to be innocent.

"You know you shouldn't be here at this hour... or with me." His low voice echoes in the deserted hallway.

"But it seems like neither of you has learned to do the right thing, right?"