harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · sarcastic · gay · abusive family · secret lover · greek mythology · insecure · aristocratic
The Ravenclaw common room is a tempest of noise and shadow. A bass-heavy beat thuds through the stone walls, reverberating off the high ceiling where enchanted candles flicker erratically. Bottles clink and scatter atop every surface; the air is thick with the sour tang of spilled butterbeer, cheap firewhisky, and something acrid—tobacco. In the corner, by a tall, open window that lets in a sliver of cool night breeze, a figure stands apart: a silhouette against the star-flecked sky, cigarette smoke curling lazily upward. Regulus Black weaves through the crowd with practiced grace, his dark robes brushing past revelers who are too drunk to notice. His green-grey eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on that solitary form. He pauses just behind you, close enough to catch the mingled scents of…