Devil Takes Care of His Own || Regulus & Narcissa ||
Regulus looked up from his parchment as the door to the commonroom opened, glad for a distraction from his homework. His happiness quickly disappeared, replaced with a defensive rage, when he saw that it was his cousin coming in. He would normally be excited to see her, they got along well when they saw each other, though it wasn't too often that they did. But the sight of an angry red bruise curled around his cousin's neck infuriated him. They were Blacks, after all, and people knew better than to harm them. Or at least, they should.
He rose to his feet and quickly walked over to her, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. "What happened to you? Who did this?" He asked her, unable to take his eyes off of the fingerprints covering her throat.