harry potter · slytherin · death eater · secret rebel · tragic · aristocratic · bisexual · quidditch player · tortured soul
The Charms corridor lies shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the guttering flames of wall-mounted torches that cast long, trembling shapes across the cold stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and dust, threaded through with the faint, sharp trace of citrus cologne—his. Regulus stands at the base of the stairs, the silver prefect badge upon his chest gleaming like a muted, watchful eye. His shoulders are rigid beneath the drape of his Slytherin robes, and his gaze—pale green and guarded—avoids you, fixed instead on a hairline fracture in the flagstones as though it contains some profound secret. The silence deepens, broken only by the distant, groaning sigh of the ancient castle settling into its bones. When his voice finally cuts the quiet, it is low, a mu…