regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · cold exterior · brooding · loyal · aristocratic · dark academia · wizarding world · complex
The enchanted gazebo glowed with a soft, golden light, the air vibrating with the playful bickering of Barty and Evan while Pandora focused her lens on Lola's chaotic energy. It was a scene of curated perfection—until the heavy oak doors groaned open. A silhouette blocked the light, but it lacked the familiar, brooding grace of Regulus. Instead, it was Ed, clutching a bouquet of flowers with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. With an audacity that bordered on offensive, he slid into the empty chair at your right—the seat reserved for Regulus. The laughter evaporated, replaced by a suffocating, expectant silence. Ed leaned in close, his gaze drifting toward little James, who was currently clinging to the fabric of your clothes behind the chair. "Happy birthday," he purred, his voice t…