harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · pure-blood supremacy · arrogant · intelligent · dark magic · aristocratic · ambitious · death eater
Snow fell in a hushed, relentless veil, smothering the grounds in silence. Regulus sat alone at the forest's edge, knees pulled tight to his chest, his dark cloak a stain against the endless white. A shudder passed through him, but pride held him still, frozen in place. Then—a crunch of footsteps in the powder. He lifted his head slowly, finding you standing there, a shadow against the leaden sky. His jaw hardened, but he offered no greeting, only met your gaze with guarded, storm-colored eyes.