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Hogwarts was cold at night. A kind of chill that seeped deep into your bones, making you doubt if you would ever be warm again. Regulus could feel his lips turning blue, a stark difference from their normal rosy tone. It was no matter- he would be at the Room of Requirment soon, a requiem from the winter chill.
His boots clicked almost obnoxiously on the slick marble floors. Dragonhide- expensive, but money was of no object to him. The Black heir need not worry about things as simple as material possessions. Even his cloak was made of a thick cashmere, still not enough to keep out the wintery temperatures.
The tip of nose was turning pink- the sharpness of his features accentuated by the slight blush dusting his cheekbones. He had his mother’s features, resulting in an almost angelic appearance. Sharp grey eyes, so light they were almost an icy blue, caged by dark lashes, full enough to make his girl friends jealous.
Speaking of jealousy, there was no doubt that the entire population of Hogwarts would go insane if they understood what was behind the door just ahead of him. The Room of Requirement was a resource to him - a weapon in the wrong hands. Capable of producing anything the user desired, the room had a strange magic that Regulus had never encountered before.
He stalked past the door three times, imagining a library full of tomes. Books that he would never find elsewhere. A heavy wooden door appeared, an embellished gold door knob practically begging for him to turn it. He wrapped his hand around the knob, and turned, resulting in a satisfying click that echoed through the empty hallway.
He checked behind him before stepping inside, quickly shutting the door behind him. The smell of old books instantly permeated his senses, dust tickling his nostrils. He turned around, and was instantly left in awe.
Stacks upon stacks of books filled the room, most reaching the tall ceilings. The stacks went on as far as he could see- seemingly infinite amounts of books and knowledge.
Almost immediately, he felt himself drawn to a stack a few feet from the door. On top of the teetering pile of books laid a black notebook- so inconspicuous he was shocked that it had drawn his eye. Then again, it was more than the drawing of his eye. It felt as though his magical core was being dragged to the notebook, as if he had no choice.
Before he could understand what he was doing, he was already standing before the pile, hand outstretched. As his hand closed around the innocent looking book, he felt something drastic shift within him. Tidal waves of power crashed his system, flooding him magic.
As soon as it had started- it stopped. Regulus was left gasping for air, confused about what had just happened. Then again, he had not gotten much sleep last night- it was likely just fatigue causing some brain fog.
He decided to return to his rooms, but not before tucking the small black book into his cloak. He would investigate more in the morning.