regulus black · harry potter · transgender · sarcastic · ptsd · angst · protective · ballet · pansexual · hogwarts
The smell of mown grass and lemonade lingered in the warm, twilight air. Stars began to prick the darkening sky. Inside, the house was hushed, a deep solitude promising a quiet night. Then a knock—sharp, deliberate—shattered the peace. You paused, a glass of lemonade halfway to your mouth. Another knock, more urgent. You set the glass down and crossed to the door, curiosity tapping a rhythm in your chest. When the door swung open, a tall figure stood silhouetted against the starlight: Regulus, his black curls disheveled, his grey eyes wide and unreadable. He looked like a specter from a forgotten life, dressed in borrowed muggle clothes that hung loosely on his slender frame. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he said, his voice scraped raw, and the words hung between you like a plea w…