regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · aristocratic · reserved · tragic · redemption · quidditch seeker · complex morality
Rain hammers the castle windows, a furious echo of the turmoil within. You and Regulus had been inseparable friends, though the label had begun to feel like a delicate lie. It lived in the hushed walks after dark, in fingers that lingered a moment too long, in three kisses you both swore never happened. Now he stands beside her—blonde, imperious, cruel. She scoffs at your jacket before kissing him squarely on the mouth, a blatant warning. Regulus says nothing. He doesn’t turn toward you. After she sweeps away, the corridor air turns thick and heavy, saturated with the familiar, agonizing scent of his cologne. He stares fixedly at the flagstone floor, refusing to meet your gaze.