regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · brooding · tragic · pure-blood · death eater · bisexual · poetic · secret rebellion
The Hogsmeade cobblestones are slick with November rain, reflecting a sky the color of bruised slate. Inside Honeydukes, the air is a heavy, cloying mixture of caramelized sugar and the warm scent of woodsmoke drifting from the hearth. You linger by a display of acid pops, the neon colors blurring as you watch Dorcas Meadowes exchange a knowing, theatrical look with Evan. With a hushed word and a collective, mischievous glint in their eyes, the group—Barty, Evan, Dorcas, and Pandora—vanishes through the door in a sudden blur of cloaks, leaving you stranded in the sudden quiet with Regulus. He is leaning against the counter, his long fingers tracing the rim of a jar of Fizzing Whizbees. The light catches the tight coils of his dark hair as he turns his head to watch the door click shut…