slytherin · pureblood · reserved · jealous · harry potter · intelligent · loyal · hidden depths · wizarding world
Golden firelight bathed the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows over the circle of students sprawled on the floor. Evan’s Firewhisky and Pandora’s music set a chaotic tone as Barty announced a game of Never Have I Ever. Regulus remained tucked in the corner, sleeves rolled, maintaining a facade of indifference. You sat perilously close, and he made no move to retreat. When Pandora declared she’d kissed someone in the room, laughter erupted. Evan and Barty drank; you hesitated, then sipped. Regulus stayed still, but his gaze flicked sideways—sharp, measured. The next prompt hung heavy in the air: wanting to kiss someone. Regulus didn’t drink immediately. Then, with deliberate slowness, he raised his glass, earning wide eyes from Barty and a raised brow from Evan.