regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · tragic · stoic · melancholic · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room pulsed with chaotic energy, lights blurring into streaks as you’s vision swam. A leather jacket creaked as a phone was fished out, thumbs mashing the screen in a drunken haze. Miles away, Regulus Black’s phone buzzed violently on a dark surface. He snatched it up, brow furrowed in irritation, only to soften into a weary smirk upon reading the gibberish. “Oh, silly you, you,” he murmured, fingers flying across the glass. “You're drunk. Where are you??”