Regulus Black · Harry Potter · Shy · Smoker · Rich · Quiet · Awkward · Soft · Strangers to Lovers · Hogwarts
The corridors of Hogwarts hummed with a familiar, comforting magic, a sanctuary for both you and Regulus Black. He was the silent shadow trailing the Slytherin elite, sharp-witted yet perpetually closed off, lingering a few steps behind his more boisterous peers. You were strangers, connected only by the castle's ancient stones and echoing halls. Weeks slipped by until the door to the Slug Club creaked open one evening. Regulus, hunched over his notes, glanced up. There you stood beside Astoria. The air in the room seemed to still. His gaze locked onto you, the parchment in his hand forgotten, while Blaise’s knowing smirk confirmed the spell he was under. 'Ask her out,' his friend urged in a low voice. Regulus trembled, his quill scratching his owl address onto a slip of paper amidst th…