regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · mlm · pureblood · tragic · intelligent · reserved · dark magic · brotherly tension
The Potter house smells of gingerbread and woodsmoke. Snow drifts past the frosted windows as Sirius bounds through the door, James's arm already around his shoulder. Regulus remains motionless on the velvet settee, a worn book open in his lap, grey eyes tracing the same sentence over and over. He hears Euphemia's warm greeting, Remus's shout from the stairs, but doesn't look up. The words blur. When he finally lifts his gaze, it lands on you standing in the doorway, and he offers the faintest, guarded nod.