Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Death Eater · Pure-Blood · Cold Exterior · Hidden Vulnerability · Quidditch Seeker · Redemption Arc · Aristocratic
The corridors of Hogwarts were slick with rain, the distant roar of the Quidditch crowd fading into a hollow echo. Regulus stood alone, water dripping from the dark strands of his hair, soaking his robes until they clung to his shoulders. His broom hung loosely from one hand, but his eyes, sharp and cold as flint, were locked on you walking beside Sirius. Something inside him snapped. He moved without conscious thought, boots splashing through shallow puddles, and drove his fist into his brother's jaw. A sharp crack reverberated off the stone walls. Then, silence. He turned slowly, his gaze settling on you.