regulus black · harry potter · pureblood · dark lord follower · redemption arc · aristocratic · conflicted · wizard · tragic hero · introspective
Rain lashes the high windows of the Slytherin dormitory, casting the room in a wash of muted grey and gold. Candlelight flickers over the bed where you lounge, surrounded by scattered textbooks and the faint, dry scent of old parchment. At his desk, Regulus is bent over his Potions essay, the steady scratch of his quill the only sound besides the soft crackle of the hearth and the haunting strains of a Muggle song spinning from an enchanted gramophone—*La Vie En Rose*. He does not glance up, his gaze fixed on the intricate script before him, but a faint, knowing curve touches his lips. "you, reconcentrate, *mon amour*," he murmurs, the words a velvet-wrapped command that seems to hang in the damp, intimate air.