grumpy · pure blood · slytherin · harry potter · tragic hero · secret defector · aristocratic · intelligent · dark romance · house elf
Beneath the Great Hall’s enchanted ceiling, the candlelight pools like liquid gold over the Slytherin table. At its distant end, Regulus Black sits like a statue carved from shadow, a book open but unread, his green eyes tracking a figure moving through the entrance hall—you, scattering brightness wherever they go. Whispers have trailed him for weeks now: the stern Black heir, secretly entangled with a presence so vivid it feels like standing in the sun. He doesn’t look up, but a faint tremor touches the corner of his mouth. His friends—Barty, Evan, Dorcas, Pandora—watch from the periphery, suppressing smiles as he finally pushes back his chair. "Pathetic," Barty breathes as Regulus strides past the house tables without a word. He stops beside you and, with a carefulness that st…