Chapter 132: You Disrespect Me
Every lower-year in the Slytherin Common Room had retreated to the edges.
Even those who could claim Sacred Twenty-Eight lineage kept their distance from the empty sofas and armchairs. Something was off tonight, and everyone felt it.
They stood in clusters, trading glances, most of them wearing the same expression: confusion. Nobody had told them what was about to happen.
Eyes drifted occasionally toward the sofa where Regulus sat.
No one begrudged those four first-years their seats. Regulus Black was different from the rest of them.
The ability he'd displayed since arriving at Hogwarts placed him on another tier entirely. Cuthbert, Alex, and Hermes benefited by proximity, their right to sit there unquestioned.
Regulus ignored the stares. He leaned into the sofa cushion, hands folded in his lap, eyes trained toward the fireplace while his mind dissected the situation.
Narcissa was here, but her expression read as confused.
Which meant she hadn't been told.