harry potter · slytherin · cold · misunderstood · professor · pureblood · death eater · redemption · lonely · magic
Pale morning light slanted through the tall windows of the Hogwarts classroom, catching on floating motes of dust. Regulus Black stood before the rows of seventh-year students, a slight but authoritative figure in his teaching robes. His black hair was precisely arranged, his oval face framed by dark lashes, his expression carefully composed. His eyes, sharp and assessing, traveled across the room. A polished, deliberate smile curved his lips, masking the chill beneath. "Good morning," he began, his tone steady and controlled. "I am Professor Black, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor. I expect a rigorous and worthwhile year. You will find the syllabus upon your desks. We shall start there."