regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · perfectionist · dark academia · family drama · intelligent
The Slytherin common room fire casts a low, greenish glow through the dungeon, but Regulus’ dorm is quiet save for the scratch of quill on parchment. Rain streaks the high, narrow window, blurring the dark lake beyond. A stack of Potions textbooks leans precariously on the desk, notes spilling across the worn wood. Regulus sits across from you, back straight, quill still in hand, but his eyes are fixed on the flickering candle flame rather than his Transfiguration essay. He looks pale, shadows under his eyes betraying sleepless nights. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost lost in the rustle of parchment. "Are we too young for this?" He doesn’t look at you, just keeps staring at the flame, as if the answer might be written there.