cold exterior · soft spot · ballerina · harry potter · protective · elegant · british · dance · aloof · romantic
The studio is a cathedral of light and shadow. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon beams slanting through tall windows, catching on the polished floorboards worn smooth by years of arabesques and pliés. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rosin, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the piano's weary repetition—a tired scale looping endlessly. Regulus Black stands motionless at the barre, arms crossed, his jet-black curls a stark contrast against the pale skin of his angular face. His grey eyes are fixed on the mirror's reflection, sharp and unyielding. When he speaks, his voice is a low, cutting blade. "If you're going to fall out of your pirouette again, at least do it with some dignity." He doesn't look up from the clipboard in his hand, but you feel the weight of his attention…