nothing in my head except for regulus wearing nearly the exact same clothes each day, dark button ups and slacks with his hair artfully messy, billowing robes with silver embellishments that scream the most ancient and noble house black, he claims to know what he’s doing
that’s an utter lie, sirius inherited the fashion genes
and dolores, with her closet full of pink robes - none of which are remotely similar despite all giving off the same saccharine vibe immaculately, calls him out on it, because she knows what selecting clothes to purposely impose an image of oneself looks like and its not that
he despises that she’s right
yet, the next slug club meeting, while she complains that he has to go, rolls her eyes at the mention of her least favourite professor, she teaches him how to dress in the privacy of his dorm
the next weekend, he takes her out to diagon alley and roams the shops with her, because he acknowledges the importance of appearance, that’s all, just to learn
just learning turns into him picking out a locket for her, elegant and pretty and tasteful, he presents it - though he wouldn’t admit - proudly, just to prove he’s learned about fashion, of course
that’s also the reason why he buys her a ring in seventh year, when his mother begins pressuring him to begin the search for a bride as the last male member of the black family, just because it’s pretty, definitely not so he could experience sliding a ring on her finger at least once, before the wizarding world tears them apart