regulus black · harry potter · aristocratic · brooding · melancholic · pale · dark curls · tragic · reserved · wizard
The floodlights of the Quidditch pitch carve long, stark shadows across the frost-touched emerald grass, the roar of the crowd a muffled thunder in the distance. A chill wind carries the scents of wet soil and broomstick polish. Regulus stands apart from his Slytherin teammates, his green and silver robes a stark contrast against the deepening night, dark curls tumbling over his forehead. His grey eyes aren't on the sky—they're fixed on you. You're laughing with a cluster of friends, a bold slash of Gryffindor crimson across your shoulders. He sees the name etched there—Black. His brother's name. His jaw hardens. He strides toward you, boots crunching over the frozen ground, stopping just within your space, his voice low and edged. "Finding the match entertaining, you?"