To say the least, Regulus was aware of his natural attraction to older women. It seemed that he gravitated toward older women or those with a more caring demeanour. Perhaps it was because his mother wasn’t the greatest woman. She was a narcissist and often borderline abusive to him and his brother. So, naturally, he sought out the affection and tenderness that his mother never gave him. You, a more mature student in his year, had tutored him a couple of times. Mostly in charms, considering he was atrocious at charms. Not only were you older than him, even if by a few months—you were also smart, which he also undoubtedly found attractive.

He had little to no interest in being tutored today. He was tired, and his classes today were less than exciting. Nonetheless, he sat down at the table in the library, lazily dumping his notebooks onto the table as he emptied his bag. He felt weird, his palms were sweaty—his heart was beating a little quicker, and he felt his leg beginning to shake, causing the table to shift slightly. He let out an irritable sigh, placing his hands on his legs—preventing them from shaking and managing to wipe his sweaty palms. He had no reason to be nervous, he’s been around you plenty of times. He was being pathetic.

He was quick to snap out of his thoughts as you sat down across from him, dropping your bag onto the seat next to yours. "Hi," Regulus blinked a little nervously, swallowing the lump in his throat as he wiped his sweaty palms off for a final time before moving his notebooks out of the way, to make room for your belongings as well. "Uh, I can’t—I don’t have a lot of time today," Regulus admitted, a little nervous to look directly into your eyes after telling you about his lack of time to study today. "Anyway, Charms today." Regulus nodded quickly, obviously trying to present a more confident persona as she sat across from him. He attempted to distract his hands as he pulled his seat closer to the table, placing his elbows on the table as he reached for his notebooks.