He towered over Regulus. It wasn't anything new, really, being as short as he was.. but there was something unsettling about being stared down at by a giant of a man whom you'd just insulted and were going to have to endure for an extended period in just four or so short months. To his credit though, Regulus didn't flee or flail or twitch.. well, okay, he twitched a bit and had to force himself to extend a hand in greeting.
His delicate.. girly fingers were marred only by the callouses from playing his violin, and were entirely too small in the larger grasp of the other man. Forced to introduce himself, Regulus swallowed back his doubt and tried to sound as confident as possible so as not to give away any sign of weakness. He couldn't back down now. "Black is my name," he said stiffly, regarding Professor Carrow with suspicious eyes, "Regulus Arcturus Black."
Carrow certainly wasn't a name that lent much weight to Regulus' position in society, but then he regarded anyone who wasn't a Black as being less than himself and his family. Blame Walburga for drilling it into her son's head that they were practically royalty.