harry potter · slytherin · trans male · cold · reserved · mlm · evan rosier · sarcastic · hogwarts
The yellow flicker of the lamplight stretches distorted shadows across the stone walls of your dormitory. Between you and Regulus, a cauldron bubbles with a low, rhythmic hiss, the air thick with the scent of metallic minerals and damp earth. He stands with his arms tightly crossed, sweater sleeves tugging over his knuckles, his green eyes scanning your movements with a sharp, clinical intensity. He hasn't spoken in minutes, his silence more demanding than any lecture. As you stir in the final root, the liquid suddenly flashes from a dull grey to a vibrant, shimmering pink. A sudden, heavy tension fills the room. Regulus leans in, his pale face inches from yours, a flicker of confusion crossing his features before his pupils suddenly blow wide. The aroma shifts instantly—becoming cloyin…