"The stair cases stopped moving? I didn't know that was even possible." Regulus didn't know until that second just how lucky he was that he had made it up two flights of stairs after everything went dark. "I left all my books in my dorm before practice, including my journal. I didn't think I'd need it. I wonder if the brooms have stopped working, too?" That was a terrifying thought. What if Hooch hadn't called them down to get them out of the storm, but let them keep practicing? Would they have fallen?
Regulus didn't know to be glad he hadn't been able to read the professors warnings or not. On one hand, he'd still be stuck alone on the second floor somewhere. On another, he could have fallen. Either way, he was glad he had the excuse as for why he had ignored them. "How serious are they? About staying put? I mean, I know it makes sense, but since I very much didn't stay put, I just hope there won't be detentions for it." Or worse. He could see how that owl home would go over. 'Your son ignored explicit orders to stay where he was, for his own safety, to instead meet with a friend in the library.' Regulus was the one who always did as he was told, after all. Being owled home about was his brother's job.
Regulus' breath hitched audibly when Florean's hands went around his own and he felt his face grow warm. "I.. sorry. I didn't realize how cold I was until now. No, I don't mind." The other boy's hands felt so warm against his and he fould feel his heart start to beat faster. "I wanted out of the storm, so I didn't change out of my practice robes. I thought I could just dry them when I got in, but when I tried it just. It didn't work." He curled his fingers slightly around Florean's hand and took a step closer. "I don't think I'll ever skip changing into dry clothes again."