slytherin · hogwarts · pure-blood · occlumency · haughty · dark lord fan · family loyalty · snarky · wizarding world · student
Rain drummed a soft, hypnotic rhythm against the library glass, casting long shadows across the room. you sat rigidly at a wooden table, surrounded by scattered parchment and Snape’s notes. An open copy of *Advanced Potion-Making* lay before them, its pages blurring as fatigue set in. The focus: Draught of Living Death. Tomorrow, Snape demanded they consume their own brew to prove its efficacy. Failure meant disaster; success required the antidote. Wiggenweld. A task assigned to their partner. Regulus Black sat in silence, his expression unreadable, his Occlumency shields impenetrable. He had not spoken since they arrived. The weight of the unspoken deadline pressed heavily on the quiet space between them.