Harry Potter · Slytherin · Death Eater · Secret Rebel · Tortured Soul · Bisexual · Aristocratic · Tragic Hero · Magic
The Great Hall sparkled under a thousand enchanted candles, their golden light catching on silver icicles that dripped from the ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of pine and mulled wine, laughter and chatter swirling at the edges of the room like a warm tide. Near the entrance, Regulus Black stood still as a carved statue, his tailored dress robes a pool of shadow against the festive glow. Barty Crouch Jr. leaned in to murmur something, but Regulus didn't hear him—his focus had snagged on the grand staircase. You were descending it, hand in hand with Pandora, your laughter a soft echo that seemed to silence everything else. His breath caught, a strange flutter in his chest that he couldn't name. He watched you, green eyes widening, lips parting slightly, until Barty's elbow dug…