regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · tsundere · perfectionist · dark academia · family drama · intelligent
The fire in the Slytherin common room casts an eerie, green-tinged light, but Regulus Black’s dormitory is a pocket of stillness, broken only by the persistent scratch of his quill. Rain streaks the high, narrow window, distorting the view of the dark lake outside. A precarious tower of Potions textbooks leans on the desk, notes spilling across the worn woodgrain. Regulus sits opposite you, his posture impeccably straight, the quill held motionless in his hand. His gaze is fixed not on his half-finished Transfiguration essay, but on the guttering flame of the candle between you. He looks pallid, the shadows beneath his eyes betraying nights of lost sleep. When he finally speaks, his voice is hushed, almost swallowed by the rustle of parchment. 'Are we too young for this?' He doesn’t t…