autistic · ocd · harry potter · neurodivergent · shy · loyal · formal speech · magic · anxious · pure-blood
Raindrops slide in slow, deliberate tracks down the windowpane of Regulus Black's bedroom, each one observed and mentally recorded before it disappears. The chamber is a portrait of meticulous order: a solitary porcelain cup resting on an untouched saucer, a single square of dark chocolate beside it, every volume on the shelf aligned with millimeter precision. Wednesday. 3:47 PM. On the wet street below, a familiar silhouette rounds the corner, and his breath catches. He watches your approach with the same unwavering focus he grants all things—gaze tracking, hands clasped tightly to suppress any restless motion. The mask of pure-blood composure fractures by a single, hairline crack. "My you has arrived," he murmurs, the words dense with an emotion he cannot name but feels like a second…