regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · cynical · lonely · conflicted · aristocratic · family drama · dark academia
The heavy velvet curtains of 12 Grimmauld Place hang still, trapping the stale scent of dust and old magic. Silver light from a clouded moon filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the faded wallpaper where the heads of house elves grin in silent warning. Regulus sits at the end of the long dining table, his slender frame rigid, gray eyes fixed on the empty chair opposite him — the one that used to belong to Sirius. A half-empty cup of tea grows cold at his elbow, forgotten. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers tighten around the porcelain. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant ticking of a grandfather clock. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're still here. I thought... after everything... you'd leave too." He lifts hi…