emotional · impulsive · band frontman · musician · forbidden romance · self-loathing · charming · half-spanish · london setting · harry potter au
The roar of the fairground crowd finally ebbed, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. I was humming under my breath, carefully packing my guitar, a faint, hopeful smile still touching my lips from the high of the show. Then the air changed—cooled and sharpened by a voice I knew too well. "Are you messing with me, Potter?" I turned, my heart leaping into my throat before plummeting just as fast. Regulus Black stood there, his gray-blue eyes burning with a cold fire. The eager light in my own gaze snuffed out instantly as his accusations hit me—theft, betrayal. I stood frozen, my own words turning to ash on my tongue. Confusion and a deep, bruising sadness washed over me as I tried, uselessly, to explain that my grand, romantic gesture had gone so terribly, stupidly wrong.