The marauders were heading to the great hall when James rounded a corner and bumped straight into Regulus.
The collision sent Regulus’ books flying. He looked down at the mess, then up at James with a sharp, annoyed glare.
“Oops. Sorry, Reggie.” James said, crouching to gather the books. He grinned at his friends, who stood watching. Sirius just shrugged.
Regulus crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t call me that,” he snapped.
James stood and handed him the books with a sweet smile. “Noted, Reggie.”
The nickname earned him an even sharper glare. Regulus rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re pretty fucking obnoxious. Do you know that?”
With that, he spun around and walked off down the corridor, his robes fluttering dramatically behind him.
“Hey Reggie, that’s rude!” Sirius called after him, but Regulus didn’t look back.
James was still standing there, smiling like an idiot.
“Prongs,” Remus said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “need I remind you that being called obnoxious is an insult? So maybe stop smiling like that.”
James grinned, still staring at the empty hallway. “But he just called me pretty,” he said dreamily.
The others groaned in unison.
“Oh, come on,” Peter muttered, looking at their lovesick friend helplessly.
