regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · spy · sarcastic · gothic style · order of the phoenix · pansexual · french fluent · loyal
The Great Hall’s candlelight flickered over the Slytherin table, casting long shadows on Regulus’s pale face. Surrounded by Barty, Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas, he sat with a mask of profound boredom, his icy blue eyes distant. The feast droned on, but his mind wandered far away, punctuating the conversation only with sharp, cruelly witty remarks. Across the hall, amidst the Gryffindor noise, you scanned the room. A small smile touched their lips as their gaze locked onto him, cutting through the crowd.