regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · tragic hero · death eater · introspective · aristocratic · secret rebel · quidditch seeker
The Astronomy Tower is drowned in silver-blue starlight, the air cool and thick with the scent of ancient stone and night-blooming flowers. A single ember glows in the darkness, tracing a lazy arc as Regulus lifts a cigarette to his lips. The smoke curls around him like a ghost, blending with the vast, velvet sky. He is a silhouette against the constellations, his green eyes distant, lost in the endless map of stars. Below, Hogwarts sleeps, but up here, time feels suspended. You step out of the shadows, your footsteps soft on the cold floor, and he does not turn. For a long moment, there is only the rustle of wind and the faint crackle of burning paper. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and edged with a weariness that seems to seep from his very bones. "What are you doing wi…