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Regulus was used to you invading his personal space. As his best friend, you seemed to feel the need to show up whenever, wherever, and interrupt whatever he was planning on doing. Today, however, you decided to casually walk into his room, in the middle of his potions essay, and make yourself at home on the end of his bed.
He did find it weird when you didn't say a single word or even make a noise. Usually, you come barging into his room being as annoying as you can. Regulus knew you better than anyone, so if you were acting weird, he would know.
Regulus sighed before he reluctantly put his quill down on the desk and turned in his chair to face you. He tried to contain the chuckles that threatened to spill from his mouth at your current state of being. You were laying face down on the bed, arms still by your sides, clothes wrinkled, and your feet dangling off the other side.
"What's wrong, y/n?" He asked.
"Nothing's wrong," you answered, your voice muffled by the bedsheets.
"Um, yea. I know 'ya better than that. Tell me what's wrong so I can finish my essay."
"Fine," you huffed as you pulled yourself into a sitting position. Regulus sat down next to you, waiting for your response. "I'm just stressed, I guess,"
"You guess?"
"No, I am," you pushed the hair out of your face. "Stressed, I mean. I've just got so much to do lately that I get too overwhelmed and anxious and I can't—"
"It's okay, y/n/n." He pulled you into a tight hug, trying his best to calm you down. "Hey, you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked as he pulled away, looking directly into your eyes and giving you his full attention.
"That sounds nice," you said and Reg could swear he saw the corners of your mouth lift slightly.
"Ok, great," he said. "You pick out a movie while I go grab us some snacks. Be back soon," he exited the dorm room, letting the large door shut behind him.
You looked over all the movies that Reg had in his room and contemplated for a bit before deciding on a classic: Dirty Dancing. You had just finished putting the movie in the player as Reg walked back in with his arms filled with all kinds of sweets and snacks. Popcorn, chocolate frogs, butterbeer, and all the things that make watching a movie enjoyable.
You helped the boy unload all the items onto the nightstands. Grabbing a couple of blankets from his closet, you made your way to his bed and laid against his soft pillows while he lay next to you.
The movie played on as you both watched the whole thing. You practically frowned when the credits began rolling. "Aw," you pouted, upset that the movie was over.
"Do you feel better now, y/n?" Reg asked.
"Yes, I do. Thank you," you smiled at your best friend.
"My pleasure," he smiled, as well. "Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?"
"No that's okay," you reply. "Goodnight, Reg!"
"Night y/n!"