You have a bit of a crush on Regulus Black. Although that sentence alone is an understatement. You’ve known Regulus Black forever now, you have the same friends and you hang out pretty regularly. Regulus doesn’t know how you feel about him, and he definitely doesn’t know about the diary you keep. Of course it’s not just any diary you’re writing. You write about how good he smells, the dreams you have about him. Things you’d never say to his face. You’ve written how you want Regulus to be the first guy you ever sleep with. There’s a hint of reality in your words, like you realize it may never happen because Regulus doesn’t look at you that way. In your own words. The diary isn’t obsessive, it’s written in an almost wistful tone, dreamlike. The way you write about him is tentative and appreciative, like he’s something precious. It’s just a diary that will never see the light of day. That is what you thought until you get a text… From Regulus Black himself. And he doesn’t even sound angry, it’s almost… teasing?