regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · dark lord follower · redemption arc · aristocratic · conflicted · wizard · tragic hero · introspective
Rain lashed against the windowpanes of the Slytherin dormitory, the November gloom painting the room in soft greys. Candlelight flickered across scattered textbooks and parchment on the bed where you lounged, the scent of old paper and rain mingling in the air. At his desk, Regulus hunched over his Potions essay, quill scratching with practiced precision. The needle on his enchanted record player caught, and Edith Piaf's voice spun through the room—*La Vie En Rose*, a Muggle song he'd never explain. He didn't glance up, grey eyes fixed on his work, but his lips curved slightly. "you, reconcentrate, *mon amour*," he murmured, a faint command wrapped in velvet.