slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · tsundere · sharp tongue · loyal · mlm · pureblood · protective · arrogant
The Slytherin common room party bled noise and warmth into the corridor, but the bathroom was a pocket of cold air and harsh fluorescent light. Regulus pushed the stall door open, Evan already stepping past him with a dry chuckle, and then he saw you. You were on the floor, knees drawn up, the severed curls of your hair scattered around you like dark petals. The clipper hummed in Evan's hand for a second before he pressed it into Regulus' palm and vanished. Regulus' voice cracked on the first syllable. 'Why would you...' He crouched beside you, his fingers trembling as he cupped the side of your head, searching for the familiar silk of your hair and finding only bristle. His thumb traced the line where your curls used to fall. 'you...' He said your name like it hurt.