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James’ imagination couldn’t have done Regulus justice in any universe. Of course he was named after a star, he was ethereal. He was pale and lanky, but he had dark hair that hung in curls about his face. His eyes were the kind of green that teetered on grey and he was dressed more professionally than the other man. James was aware that he was staring and sprung into action quickly. He stood up and took Regulus’ outstretched hand to shake.

“Yes, I’m James. Hi,” he breathed out rather lamely. Regulus' hands were soft and cold, the metal of his silver rings sent a slight chill through James and he noticed a particular ring that was in the shape of a snake, with two emerald green jewels for eyes. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Going to see your mum then are you,” James heard a shout from the back of the plane before he could register anything.

“Remus,” James stood frozen at the front of the plane looking at the tall, lanky figure of his best friend standing up from one of the seats in the back. As shocked as James felt, he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his friend. “How’s holiday going then mate,” James shot back once he could collect his thoughts.

Remus opened and closed his mouth indignantly before also breaking into a grin. “You bastard!”

James was panicking. Why was everyone so hot?