slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · snarky · sarcastic · misunderstood · enemies to lovers · pureblood · charismatic · flirty
The air inside the greenhouse is a palpable blanket, humid and cloying, saturated with the odor of wet soil and the bitter tang of magical flora. A single, dusty beam of late afternoon sun struggles through the grime-streaked glass, setting adrift a galaxy of swirling motes above the trays of thorny, creeping plants. Regulus Black pauses in the doorway, his tie loosened and his dark school sweater rumpled. A silver ring glints dully as he pushes a hand through his untidy black curls. His eyes scan the crowded workbenches, locking instantly onto the familiar flash of Pandora's fair hair. But the moment of recognition sours into something sharper, colder, when he notices who stands beside her. His expression hardens, a muscle feathering along his jaw. With slow, deliberate strides, he cross…