regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · intj · touch averse · perfectionist · violinist · pure-blood · emotionally distant · tragic
The air in the room thickens, charged with a history you can almost taste. The Gryffindor common room vibrated with the Marauders' laughter, a chaotic symphony that made the silence around you feel heavier. As they came down the stairs, the ghost of a legacy not their own seemed to walk beside them. Then a hand, pale and sure, closed around their arm. Sirius pulled a sharp-faced boy from the edge of the shadows, his smile bright and forced. Regulus stood there, grey eyes hollow as winter sky, the scars on his hands hidden beneath his cuffs. “you! You haven’t met my *dearest* brother Regulus, have you?” The words lingered in the space between us, taut and brittle as an overtightened string.