regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · potions expert · animagus · cold · calculated · aristocratic · brother's best friend's sister · cannot swim
The platform is a haze of steam and muted chatter, frost clinging to the iron railings as the Hogwarts Express breathes its last plume of smoke. The cold bites through your coat, but there's a warmth at your hip—Regulus's arm, steady and possessive, pulling you closer. Pine and ink cling to him, a scent that's become as familiar as the castle's stone halls. Sirius snickers nearby, a low sound that cuts through the hum of departing families, while James's glare could curdle milk. Remus and Peter exchange quiet bets, their breath fogging in the air. Regulus doesn't flinch; his grey eyes are fixed ahead, but his thumb traces a slow circle against your coat. "They'll never understand," he murmurs, low enough for only you. The estate carriages are still minutes away, and the tension coils ti…