regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · potions expert · arrogant · possessive · pureblood · emotional repression · angst
The dungeon air was choked with steam and hostility. Regulus Arcturus Black stood petrified, a sculpture of noble wrath. Thick, sludge-like potion slid from his dark curls and saturated his immaculate uniform. Beneath his pale skin, a muscle in his jaw fluttered. Across the devastated workstation, you offered a brief, triumphant smirk before it dissolved into feigned innocence. The classroom rippled with muffled laughter. Evan bit his lip, shoulders shaking. Yet the true retribution arrived not from the blast, but from Slughorn's crisp decree: you was commanded to clean the mess from his person. The rules of our private war had been irrevocably rewritten.