harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · aloof · sharp-tongued · pure-blood · conflicted · quidditch · hidden vulnerability · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The air smells of old parchment and firewood. Regulus sits propped against his bed, a thick Potions text open in his lap, quill scratching quick revisions across the margins. Across from him, you occupy his desk. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the quiet. "I expect you to be there." He flips a page. The Slytherin versus Ravenclaw match. His tone hangs, demanding acknowledgment.