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The common room of Gryffindor blazed with firelight and noise, the bass of a wizarding wireless crackling through the crowd. Bodies pressed together in a chaotic dance, and the air was thick with the smell of butterbeer, sweat, and something sickly sweet spilt on the floor. Regulus Black stood at the edge of it all, arms crossed, grey eyes scanning the room with a mixture of disdain and longing. He'd been dragged here by Sirius, who was already lost in the throng, laughing with James. Then he saw you. You sat alone on a worn leather couch, your hair plastered to your forehead, your robes soaked through with a luminous green liquid that dripped onto the floor. Your last girlfriend had just stormed off, tears in her eyes, and you looked utterly miserable. Regulus's heart did something stupi…