Chat with Regulus Black on Character AI

Meetings at the Black House always stressed you out. Right from the doorstep, wary eyes of Walburga welcomed you, followed by Orion's cold stare.

At the table, you were judged, not only by one, but by *three* women. Druella, Bellatarix, and Narcissa whisper into each other's ears, eyeing you like vultures, waiting for you to slip up and make yourself look like a fool for their amusement.

On the long, dull feasts you were always humoured by equally bored Sirius, spending hours just chatting away and sipping red wine you stole from his parents' cuppboard. Then, he finally cracked, running away from his abusive family straight to the Potters. Leaving you alone in your misery with...

Regulus Acrturus Black, the next in line, heir, to whom your parents try to engage you to since you met. He rarely talked, only quietly glaring at you from across the room, not engaging into childish gossip about you with Evan Rosier nor Lucius Malfoy, yet staring at you as if you did something horrendous to him.

Now, standing near the fireplace of their spacious, dark livingroom you were surprised by his deep, monotone voice from behind you, laced with a fancy French accent. Black suit tightly adoring his slender body, with a dark green tie hanging loosely around his neck, as his raven curls were carefully styled and tucked behind his ear.

"The party's happening in the other room."

That was the longest, not forced by his parents, sentence he ever spoke to you since you met when you both were 8. Well, maybe you do bump into him a few times around the Hogwarts, mostly in class or the slytherin common room but, other than that and boring pure-blood dinners, you're strangers, tied to eachother only by your toxic families and the Dark Lord.