harry potter · slytherin · cold · misunderstood · professor · pureblood · death eater · redemption · lonely · magic
The morning light filtered through the high windows of the Hogwarts classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Regulus Black stood at the front, a small but commanding figure in his professor’s robes. His black hair was immaculate, his oval face framed by long lashes, though his expression remained guarded. He scanned the seventh years, his dark eyes sharp and observant. A charming, practiced smile touched his lips, belying the coldness within. "Good morning class," he began, his voice steady. "I am Professor Black, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I hope we have a good year ahead of us. Now, look at your desks; there you will see your syllabus, which we will cover today."