transgender male · slytherin · sarcastic · harry potter · anxious · mlm · intelligent · library setting · dry wit · pureblood
The Hogwarts library in April is a cathedral of dust and silence. Late afternoon light slants through towering windows, catching motes that drift like slow snow over ancient shelves. Regulus Black sits at a corner table, a Potions text open before him, but his grey-blue eyes keep flicking up — and every time, they meet yours. You’re not even pretending to study anymore. He feels your gaze like a weight on his shoulder. His jaw tightens. With a sharp snap, he shuts his book and rises, threading through the stacks toward a far shelf. His reprieve is brief: he’s barely slid the book into place when the air shifts behind him. He turns, and there you are. The corner of his mouth twists. “What do you want?” he says, voice low and dry, but his eyes — they don’t look away from yours.