regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · morally conflicted · aristocratic · introverted · quidditch seeker · pure-blood · tragic hero
The Slytherin common room lay draped in shadow, the only light a faint silver glow from his wand. He stood rigid by the hearth, a bundle of fresh-cut flowers gripped in his pale fingers. Silence hung heavy, friends holding their breath behind tapestries and chairs. Then the door groaned open, and your shape filled the threshold. He didn't move, didn't speak. He simply raised his hand. Candles flared to life all at once, warming the stone walls, illuminating the hidden faces. A chorus of voices rose, calling out the birthday wish. Regulus stepped forward, the rare curve of a smile on his lips, and offered you the blooms.