#or barty is a little shit and makes an even bigger scene until he does notice

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“wind” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 368 words

Regulus is sitting by the Black Lake with James. James’ back is against a large tree, and Regulus’ back is against James’ chest.

The sun has already dipped below the horizon, but Regulus hasn’t realized how cold it’s gotten until a particularly strong gust of wind makes him shiver in James’ arms.

“We should head in.” James says as he’s rubbing his hands up and down Regulus’ arms.

“Not yet.” Regulus pouts and snuggles impossibly closer to James.

“Love, you’re freezing. Plus, we’re already late for dinner.” James tells him.

“Ugh. Fine.” Regulus grumbles as he stands up.

The wind continues to blow, making Regulus’ teeth chatter. James shakes his head as he takes off his scarf and wraps it around Regulus’ neck then uses the ends to pull him in for a kiss. They get lost in each other for a moment before Regulus shivers again and James pulls away with a small chuckle.

“Let’s get you inside, love.” James takes Regulus hand, and they walk back to the castle.

———

His friends are already eating by the time Regulus makes his way to the Slytherin table.

“You’re late, Black.” Barty snarks as Regulus sits down.

“I didn’t know I had to check in with you, Crouch.” Regulus fires back with no real heat.

“No, but it would’ve been nice to let us know you were switching houses.” Barty smirks at him.

Regulus looks at him confused until Evan nods towards Regulus’ neck. Regulus looks down and his eyes go wide when he sees the bright red Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck. 

“Now…” Barty continues. “Whose could that be, I wonder.” He dramatically taps his finger on his chin.

Unfortunately, James chooses this exact moment to enter the Great Hall. Regulus resists the urge to groan as Barty and Evan are barely holding back their amusement.

“Hmmm…” Barty hums. “Potter also happens to be late for dinner. And is suspiciously missing a scarf. Curious.”

“You know what?…” Regulus starts but then realizes he has no defense. “Shut it, Crouch.” He grumbles after a moment.

Barty and Evan’s laughter fills the Great Hall and Regulus drops his head in his hands, knowing his face is probably the same color as the scarf around his neck.