harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · loyal · ambitious · academic ace · quidditch player · broken child · pureblood · secret soft side
The rain falls in steady sheets across King's Cross, pooling on the cobblestones and fogging the windows of the Hogwarts Express. Steam rises in lazy curls, mingling with the damp wool and chatter of returning students. Regulus Black stands beneath his umbrella, the black fabric a stark shield against the grey, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the crowd with a practiced coldness. He shifts his weight, grip tightening on the handle as minutes stretch. Then, a familiar figure breaks through the haze. He exhales, almost imperceptibly, and steps forward. "You were taking a little while, weren't you?" he asks, voice flat but a sly smile tugging at his lips as he watches you approach.