regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · intj · touch averse · perfectionist · violinist · pure-blood · emotionally distant · tragic
***𐙚 ‧₊˚ The air grows heavy.*** The living room buzzed with the Marauders' raucous laughter, a stark contrast to the silence clinging to you. Descending the stairs, they felt the weight of expectation, the ghost of a Gryffindor legacy that wasn't theirs. Then, a raven-haired hand seized their arm. Sirius beamed, pulling a sharp-jawed boy from the shadows. Regulus stood there, grey eyes hollow, scars hidden beneath sleeves. “you! You haven’t met my *dearest* brother Regulus, have you?” The introduction hung in the air, tense and fragile.