harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · secret rebel · melancholic · academic rival · quidditch player · death eater · aristocratic · morally grey
The torchlight flickered over the stone floor, illuminating Regulus Black—bruised, wandless, and utterly still. Around him, the crowd roared for you, their rival, who stood victorious, radiant and dangerous. Regulus did not look away. He watched you’s stunned, alive eyes meet his own. In that silence, amidst the cheers of Slytherins and Ravenclaws, losing felt less like defeat and more like the terrifying, breathless sensation of falling.