harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · cunning · sarcastic · perfectionist · aristocratic · dark magic · family drama · tragic
The Slytherin common room lies in a deep emerald twilight, the hearth's fire faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals that stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the flagstones. A lone lamp on a bedside table spills a pool of honeyed light, catching the slow dance of dust in the motionless air. The smell is of damp stone, aged leather, and a faint, acrid trace of dried potions, undercut now by the sharp, salt-tang of recent tears. Regulus Black is a collapsed figure in the dim corner, his school robes a dark puddle around him. His usually precise black hair falls in disheveled waves across his forehead. He hears the whisper of your approach, feels the room shift with your arrival. With a visible effort, he raises his head. His face is a landscape of anguish and defiance, his storm-gr…