regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · mlm · quidditch seeker · cold demeanor · death eater · redemption arc · 1970s hogwarts
Silence hung heavy for twenty minutes, broken only by Regulus’s dramatic groans into his pillow. He lay sprawled in his dirt-streaked Quidditch kit, sweat-damp and windswept, looking genuinely tragic. Across the room, you sat on their bed, struggling to focus on a book amidst the sighs of a wounded poet. “They were absolute trolls,” Regulus muttered, voice muffled by the mattress. He twisted to glare at the canopy, blaming an illegal elbow from a Ravenclaw for his missed Snitch. Flopping back with an arm over his face, he declared his hatred for the game.