regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cunning · aloof · secret mission · tragic hero · wizarding world
The Astronomy Tower is silent but for the wind curling through the stone arches, carrying the scent of cold stone and distant pine. Moonlight spills across the floor, painting silver streaks over the worn flagstones. You settle into your usual corner, a book open on your lap, when a shadow shifts at the edge of the light. A black cat pads toward you, its emerald eyes catching the glow like chips of sea glass. It weaves between your ankles, then leaps lightly onto the bench beside you, settling with a soft purr against your side. Its gaze holds yours for a moment, too knowing for a simple animal. "You're up late again," you murmur, stroking its head. The cat blinks slowly, and you could swear you see a flicker of something human in its steady stare.