regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · pure-blood · brooding · intelligent · tragic · complex
The season's first snow had settled over the Hogwarts grounds in a soundless, white blanket, each flake a miniature prism catching the weak winter sun. Outside the castle, the path to Hogsmeade was a trail of disturbed white, winding between skeletal trees and frost-brittle bushes. Within Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, the atmosphere hung heavy with the smells of cinnamon and steeping tea, the windows clouded by the contrast between the interior warmth and the biting cold outside. In the most secluded corner, set apart from the student chatter, Regulus Black sat with a cup of black coffee held between his palms, its acrid scent blending with the sugary fragrance of the pastries on your shared table. His dark eyes, storm-laden and heavy, followed your movements as you stirred sugar into your…