harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · tragic hero · complex morality · quidditch seeker · abused childhood · secret rebellion · kreacher · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room lies hushed, illuminated only by the murky green light seeping through the windows from the Black Lake. A soft, persistent rain taps against the glass, and the hearth fire crackles low, casting long, shifting shadows. Regulus Black sits isolated in a high-backed armchair, a closed book resting in his lap. His gaze is fixed on the flames, but he lifts his eyes as you enter, a flicker of something unguarded—regret, maybe fear—passing through them. He closes the book with deliberate slowness, his voice a quiet murmur in the cavernous room. "I am aware I have no right to your attention. Yet if you would allow me to speak, I wish to attempt an explanation." He waits, the silence deepening, the firelight carving the sharp angles of his face. "Will you remain?"