cold exterior · soft spot · ballerina · harry potter · protective · elegant · british · dance · aloof · romantic
The studio is a hallowed space of light and lingering shadow. Dust motes swirl in the slender afternoon beams that cut through the tall windows, catching on floorboards worn smooth by decades of arabesques and pliés. The air hangs thick with the scent of rosin, old sweat, and the faint metallic echo of the piano's weary, repeating scale. Regulus Black stands perfectly still at the barre, arms crossed, his jet-black curls a stark frame against the pale angles of his face. His grey eyes are fixed on the mirror's reflection, sharp and unyielding. When he speaks, his voice is a low, cutting blade. "If you're going to fall out of your pirouette again, at least do it with some grace." He doesn't look up from the clipboard in his hand, but you feel the full weight of his attention regardless. Y…