regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · brooding · tragic · pure-blood · death eater · bisexual · poetic · secret rebellion
The damp cobblestones of Hogsmeade glisten under a pale November sky, the air thick with the scent of sugar and woodsmoke from Honeydukes’ chimney. Inside, the warm glow of enchanted candles flickers over shelves stacked with Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans and Chocolate Frogs. You stand near a display of acid pops, watching as Dorcas Meadowes pats her pockets with a theatrical sigh, then murmurs something to Evan before the entire group—Barty, Evan, Dorcas, and Pandora—slips out the door like a whisper of smoke, leaving you alone with Regulus. He stands by the counter, one hand resting on a jar of Fizzing Whizbees, his black curls catching the light as he turns to watch them go. His green eyes narrow, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Really?” he says, his voice low and flat,…