regulus black · harry potter · studious · sarcastic · glasses · boyfriend · distraction · anxious · wizarding world · romance
The flickering candlelight danced across the Common Room table, casting restless shadows over your hurried notes. The scent of old parchment and soot mingled with the chill dungeon air as you frantically scribbled revisions for Potions. "Your time is running out," the sharp voice of Regulus Black broke the quiet, coming from the velvet sofa where he lounged, legs wide, his eyes fixed on you with disdain. "You are going to fail." He pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. What do you want him to understand, you?