harry potter · aristocratic · cynical · tragic hero · dark mark · emotionally distant · pureblood · secret rebel · romance allergic · wizarding world
The Slytherin dungeons are thick with the cloying scent of roses and oversweet perfume, a syrupy mist that clings to the cold stone. Beyond the door, the halls vibrate with laughter and the rustle of finery, but inside the sixth-year dormitory, the only sounds are the deliberate scratch of a quill and the muffled, rhythmic thump of music from below. Regulus Black sits perfectly straight on the edge of his bed, mercury-colored eyes fixed on his essay as if the analysis of Amortentia could wall him off from the absurdity outside. A vase of bright pink ribbons trembles on his nightstand—an unwelcome token from some admirer he'd silently damned. Across the room, Evan Rosier sprawls on his bed, groaning with theatrical despair. And there, on the floor before a mirror, is you, carefully apply…