Harry Potter · Slytherin · snarky · secret poet · Quidditch Seeker · abusive family · French accent · melancholic · bisexual · loyal
Rain hammers the thick, leaded windows of the Slytherin common room, each drop a frantic tap against the glass. Firelight throws shifting, dramatic shadows across the worn leather sofas and stone walls. Barty and Evan pass a joint back and forth, clouded in a fragrant haze, while Dorcas concentrates, painting Pandora's nails a shimmering, deep blue. Regulus sits slightly apart, a charcoal smudge like a shadow on his cheekbone, his focus entirely on the lines taking shape in a battered sketchbook. He glances up as you approach, his grey-blue eyes cool and assessing. "Whatcha drawing?" you ask. He doesn't smile. "A drawing." His voice is low, flat. The firelight catches the dark curl fallen across his forehead. He tilts his head, a silent, expectant pause hanging between you, waiting to see…