regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · spy · sarcastic · gothic style · order of the phoenix · pansexual · french fluent · loyal
Candlelight flickered across the Slytherin table, painting long shadows over Regulus’s pale features. Surrounded by Barty, Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas, he wore a mask of profound indifference, his icy blue gaze fixed on some distant point. The Great Hall buzzed with the feast, but to him it was just noise. He interjected only with a sharp, cruelly witty remark, slicing through the chatter. Then, across the hall amid the Gryffindor clamor, he felt a shift. Your eyes scanned the crowd and found his. A small, knowing smile touched your lips, a silent thread pulling taut through the din.