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Sirius *hiding with the marauders after a prank*: okay guys, I’m coming out of the closet.

Sirius: …

Sirius: that was a joke.

Sirius: I’m literally coming out of A closet, not the closet.

Sirius: …

Sirius: I’m not like, gay.

“Oh, shit,” Evan muttered, reaching for a napkin as a drop of the syrup from his pancakes dripped off of his fork and down his chin.

But before he could properly wipe off the mess, Barty, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and grabbed his jaw, tilting his head so they were facing each other. Then, Regulus watched in horror as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Evan’s chin, licking over the sticky syrup and sucking at the mess for a few seconds, making quite a scene.

After a few moments, Barty pressed one quick kiss to Evan’s mouth and pulled back, smacking his lips and turning to his own food again.

While Evan seemed completely unbothered by Barty’s antics, Regulus gave him a long stare, his mouth hanging open.

It took Barty a moment, but eventually he realized Regulus was gaping at him and he stopped shoveling his breakfast down his throat. “What?” he demanded, looking genuinely confused.

Regulus blinked, completely perplexed. “Do you have a shred of dignity?” he asked, gesturing to Evan, who was still focused on his pancakes.

“I can’t do this anymore, James,” Regulus whispered, staring into his boyfriend’s eyes and watching the distress bloom there. “It’s time we admit that this isn’t working.”

“What? No! No, Reg…give me a little more time!” James begged, placing his hands on Regulus’s shoulders desperately. “One more week to figure things out! That’s all, I-”

“James, you said that last week,” Regulus sighed, trying to stay strong. “And it’s still…” He looked the other boy over and sighed. “I love you, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

Regulus had to admit, watching James’s face crumple as he took in the words almost broke him, but he knew the other boy had to admit the truth. “It looks awful, Jamie,” he murmured softly. “All patchy and..y’know. I mean, I love you no matter what, and of course if you want to keep it, I’ll support you, but I just…I have to be truthful. You just can’t grow a mustache.”

The taller boy sighed, rubbing at the uneven hair on his upper lip. “Okay. I’ll shave.”

“Hey, Reggie!”

Regulus looked up to see James Potter sitting a few tables away, chewed-up quill in his hand, staring at him intently. It took everything in him to keep a straight, unaffected expression. “Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

Potter just shrugged. “Can I borrow some ink?”

He sighed. “Go on then,” he mumbled, tossing him a jar.

A few more minutes of quiet before…

“Oi! Reg!”

“Don’t call me that, Potter!” Regulus hissed, looking up to again see stunning hazel eyes staring at him. 

But all Potter did was wait, drumming his fingers on the table, grinning.

“What?” he asked after a moment, curing his hands into fists. 

“Got any extra parchment?” The older boy was the picture of innocence as he asked, all wide eyes and soft smiles, and Regulus wanted to punch him in the face. 

“Fine!” he seethed, allowing Potter to levitate some out of his hand.

He only got about five minutes of uninterrupted studying before…

“Hey Regs?”

“For the last time, James!” Regulus burst out, desperately not trying to yell in the quiet library, “My name is Regulus!”

But James just broke into a giant grin, making Regulus all the more angry.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked almost hysterically, wondering if it was possible to hide a body between library bookshelves. 

“Nothing, it’s just….” the Gryffindor trailed off, but he was still beaming like he’d won the lottery, “you called me James.”

Regulus blinked for several long, mortifying moments before he answered. “Well, that’s your name, isn’t it?” he snapped, his heart hammering so loud he was afraid he’d be kicked out for making too much noise. “Now, what did you want, hmm?”

And then James had the utter audacity to smirk and say, “I just wanted to say…you look nice today.”