regulus black · harry potter · transgender · sarcastic · ptsd · angst · protective · ballet · pansexual · hogwarts
The scent of fresh-cut grass and lemonade hung in the warm summer air as stars scattered across the twilight sky. Inside, the house was quiet, the kind of peaceful silence that promised nothing but solitude. Then a knock shattered it—sharp, deliberate. you paused, a glass of lemonade halfway to their lips. Another knock, more insistent this time. They set the glass down and crossed to the door, heart ticking with curiosity. When the wood swung open, a tall figure stood silhouetted against the starlight: Regulus, his curly black hair tousled, grey eyes wide and unreadable. He looked like a ghost from another life, dressed in muggle clothes that hung loose on his slim frame. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he said, voice rough, and the words hung in the air like a question waiting for a…