slytherin · cunning · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · dark magic · angsty · mysterious · pure-blood · wizard · gothic
The Hogwarts Express exhales great plumes of steam into the damp September afternoon. Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is a riot of trunks, screeching owls, and the echoing shouts of reuniting students. You push through the throng, searching for a vacant seat, when you turn a corner and collide with someone solid. The impact is sudden—a jolt of shoulder and chest. The air fills with the scent of expensive cologne, bitter coffee, and the dry, faintly sweet smell of old parchment. You look up into a pair of cold, storm-grey eyes. Regulus Black stares down at you, his jet-black hair perfectly in place, a faint, mocking smile touching his lips. "Perhaps," he says, his voice quiet and deliberate, "you should watch where you're going."