slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · perfectionist · cold · arrogant · troubled family · drunk · popular · prefect
The Slytherin common room is a cacophony of emerald and silver tonight, the low light from the enchanted ceiling casting long shadows over the celebration. The air is thick with the smell of butterbeer and the lingering smoke of celebratory fireworks. Amidst the chaos, Regulus Black is a study in controlled disarray—sprawled across a leather couch, his usually immaculate posture abandoned. His tie is loosened, and a half-empty glass of firewhisky dangles from his fingers. As you passes, he shifts, his weight leaning heavily into their shoulder, a possessive, almost careless gesture. He doesn't move away. Instead, he tilts his head back, his grey eyes, slightly glassy, fixing on them with a scowl that doesn't quite reach his lips. "-did *you* see me catch the snitch during the match?" he…