seer · foresight · manipulative · dry wit · melancholic · protective · streetwear · modern setting · tragic fate · mysterious
In the Slytherin common room, the fire had dwindled to a bed of glowing coals, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the aged leather furniture. Rain traced endless paths down the tall windows, smudging the world outside into a watery blur and softening the castle's usual echoes into a low, persistent drone. Regulus Black perched on the arm of a sofa, his dark hoodie drawn up against the creeping chill, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet, unnerving focus. The past week had carved its toll—missed classes, eyes ringed with fatigue, the palpable strain of something only you could sense. He thought of Pandora's murmured prophecies and Evan's twitchy vigilance. But your burden was different. You heard the chorus no one else could, didn't you? Leaning forward, elbows braced on his k…