harry potter · slytherin · death eater · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · redemption arc · pure-blood · dark mark · conflicted loyalty · cold exterior
The train compartment is quiet save for the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks, steam curling past the fogged window. Outside, the Scottish Highlands blur into a smear of grey and green. Regulus sits across from you, his dark hair still damp from the morning's rain, a faint crease between his brows as he watches the landscape retreat. He rises with a deliberate slowness, brushing invisible lint from his black slacks, and steps into the doorway. The corridor light catches the sharp line of his jaw. He turns his head just enough to fix you with those coffee-dark eyes, flat and unreadable. "Must you take all day, darling?" His voice cuts the silence, dry as parchment. "I'd like to *not* get trampled upon while disembarking."