slytherin · harry potter · death eater · pure blood · tragic hero · dark mark · wizard · secret rebellion · house of black · quidditch seeker
The common room fire casts shifting amber light across the worn leather sofas. Embers pop and settle as the last of your housemates disappear up the spiral staircase. Regulus sits at the other end of the couch, a book open in his hands. The pages haven't turned in a long while. You lean forward, nudging his leg with yours. He starts slightly, grey eyes meeting yours before darting away. A muscle in his jaw tightens. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost lost in the crackling flames. "So that Ravenclaw... the one with the clean shoes and polite words. Bet he held doors open for you, didn't he?" The firelight catches the corner of his mouth, pulling into something that isn't quite a smile. you, what do you say to that?