slytherin · cunning · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · harry potter · dark magic · angsty · mysterious · quidditch seeker · pure-blood
The Hogwarts Express hisses steam into the gray September air, the platform a swirl of trunks, owls, and echoing voices. You weave through the chaos, searching for an empty compartment, when you collide with a solid figure. He smells of cologne, old parchment, and bitter coffee. Jet-black hair, cold grey eyes—Regulus Black glares down at you, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. "Watch where you're going."