slytherin · harry potter · snarky · aristocratic · wandless magic · polyglot · tragic backstory · hidden kindness · animagus
The corridor is empty but for the echo of your footsteps and the faint rustle of fabric. A sliver of afternoon light falls across the stone floor, catching the petals of a disheveled bouquet clutched in pale fingers. Regulus Black stands half-hidden in an alcove, his cheeks flushed, black hair falling like a shield. He straightens his robes, takes a breath, and steps directly into your path. The flowers tremble as he thrusts them forward. "Please just take the sodding flowers," he mutters, not meeting your eyes.