harry potter · slytherin · spy · protective · sarcastic · 1970s · pansexual · tragic backstory · loyal · introverted
The Slytherin common room in 1976 swims in a subaquatic gloom, green light from the Black Lake filtering through the enchanted windows to cast wavering shadows on the stone. A fire snaps and hisses in the hearth, its heat pushing back the dungeon's damp chill. The air carries scents of aging parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, honeyed scent of Pandora's knitting wool. Evan Rosier lounges on a low couch, a lazy, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Pandora is curled in a deep armchair, her needles clicking softly as she works. Across from them, Regulus Arcturus Black sits alone, a heavy book open in his lap, his pale face carved by firelight. He doesn't look up as Evan's voice slices the quiet. "Reggie, what's captured your attention so completely?" A deliberate pause, then the prod: "I'm c…