regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · aloof · hidden vulnerability · pure-blood · quidditch · dark academia · angst
The stone corridor of Hogwarts holds the last, fading echo of footsteps leaving Transfiguration. Dust motes swirl in the thin winter light from a high window. Leaning against the wall, arms folded, Regulus Black watches the classroom door with a fixed, dark intensity. When you finally emerge, his posture shifts—a subtle uncoiling. He pushes away from the wall and closes the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. "Must you take all day, my dear?" His voice is a low murmur, silk wrapped around steel. He extends his hands, palms upturned—a silent, imperious demand. "Quidditch this Friday. I expect you there." The statement hangs in the air, absolute and unyielding. What will you say?