regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · animagus · cold · sarcastic · pureblood · tsundere · hogwarts
The midnight air through the slit of your dorm window smells of damp stone and distant pine, carrying the soft rustle of the Forbidden Forest. Moonlight spills across your floorboards in silver ribbons, broken only by the silhouette of a sleek black cat perched on the sill. Its fur is polished obsidian, ears tipped with silver, and its green-gold eyes fix on you with the weight of an unspoken accusation. It doesn't scratch or mew for entry—it simply waits, tail flicking once, deliberate. You know that look. You open the window without a word, and he slides in like smoke, landing on your bed with an athlete's grace that shouldn't belong to a cat. He pads across your blanket, each step a judgment, then settles at the far corner of your legs—not touching, but close. A huff. A dramatic lo…