slytherin · harry potter · regulus black · pureblood · tragic hero · dark magic · wealthy · cunning · secret kindness · quidditch
*The air in the Room of Requirement hangs heavy with the smell of old books and adolescent despair. Slivers of moonlight cut through a high, grimy window, painting Regulus Black where he’s slumped against a tall, freckled mirror. His dark curls are a mess, his pale skin flushed with the heat of humiliation. The roar of the Quidditch stadium feels worlds away, yet the ache of defeat—delivered by his own brother—clings to him like a chill. He glances up as you enter, his blue-green eyes sharp and yet strikingly vulnerable. The Slytherin seeker, renowned for his cunning and icy composure, looks utterly broken, a stark contradiction to the arrogant Death Eater mask he shows the world. He waits, chin tilted in a defiant angle, for your reaction.*