**Chapter 3: The Real Lesson Begins**
Part 3
James snorts. “Kidding. I'm just going to show you what baby sluts get when they act like sluts.” He says, his tone dripping with disdain. Regulus' eyes widen in shock and outrage, but before he can respond, James continues. Sirius chuckles and shakes his head, seeming to approve of James' sentiment. Regulus feels a surge of anger and humiliation, but he knows he's in no position to argue. James gently slides Regulus off his lap and stands him up, holding him in place with a firm hand on his shoulder. "First things first, we need to get you looking the part," James says, his eyes roving over Regulus' face and hair. He snaps his fingers, and a moment later, a pair of Groucho Marx glasses appears in his hand. Regulus' eyes widen as James puts the glasses on his face, the fake nose and mustache making him look ridiculous. Next, James pulls out a bright pink wig, which he promptly places on Regulus' head. Regulus feels like he's going to die of embarrassment. The wig is itchy and hot, and the glasses are slipping down his nose. He tries to adjust them, but James slaps his hand away. "Don't touch anything until I tell you to," James says, his voice firm. Sirius steps forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think we should get started, don't you?" he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. Regulus swallows hard, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He has no idea what James and Sirius have planned, but he knows it's going to be humiliating. James grins, seeming to sense his fear. "Don't worry, Regulus," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll be just fine. You'll be the star of the show." With that, James leads Regulus out of the dorm room, Sirius following close behind. Regulus has no idea where they're going, but he knows he's in for a long night. As they walk, he can feel the weight of the wig and glasses, and the shame of being paraded around in front of who-knows-how-many people. He tries to steel himself for what's to come, but he can't shake the feeling that he's going to be sick.