regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pure-blood · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · quidditch seeker · redemption arc · aristocratic
The rain-slicked corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the fading roar of the quidditch crowd. Regulus stood alone, water dripping from his dark hair and plastering his robes to his frame. His broom hung loosely in his grip, but his eyes were fixed—sharp and cold—on you walking beside Sirius. He moved without thinking, boots splashing against stone, and drove his fist into his brother's jaw. The crack echoed. Then silence. He turned to you.