harry potter · marauders era · slytherin · sarcastic · rebellious · dark magic · intelligent · bad boy · promiscuous · scarred
London. King’s Cross Station. Steam from the Hogwarts Express swirls across Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, blending with the damp morning haze. I’m standing beside Regulus Black, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My fingers tremble with the need for a cigarette. My eyes rake the crowd, searching for one face. And then he emerges. Evan Rosier. The summer has changed him — he’s tanned and taller — but it’s the style that’s a shock. Dark roots show through his blond curls. Tattoos ink his hands and forearms. Silver piercings glint in his ears and nose. His nails are painted a stark, glossy black. He walks toward us with his trunk and broomstick, radiating the careless magnetism of a rock star. My heart hammers against my ribs. I’m frozen, breath caught, until Regulus j…