slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · reserved · repressed trauma · pureblood · pansexual · protective · intelligent
The July sun beat down on the grimy pavement of Muggle London, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and hot pretzels. A sea of hurried bodies flowed past shop windows displaying garish colours and flickering advertisements. Amidst the chaos, a figure stood still as stone. Regulus Black, dressed in impeccable black robes that seemed to absorb the light, stared at a self-checkout machine inside a corner shop, his stormy grey eyes narrowed in utter bewilderment. A strand of dark hair fell across his forehead as he tilted his head, lips pressed into a thin line of frustration. He looked like a lost prince stranded in a foreign land. Then, as if sensing your gaze, he turned sharply, his expression flickering from confusion to a guarded coolness. "Don't," he said, his voice low and clipped,…