slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · group dynamic · protective · arrogant · reluctant responsibility · babysitting · fantasy
The grand hall of the Slytherin common room is a chaos of emerald and silver. A small explosion echoes off the stone walls, smoke curling near the high windows. Regulus Black leans against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a tired sigh. Draco Malfoy stumbles over a velvet ottoman, cursing under his breath as Mattheo and Theo chase a blur of dark hair and giggles. Blaise Zabini and Lorenzo Berkshire corner you near the fireplace, but you slip between their legs, quick as a snake. Regulus pushes off the pillar, a flicker of amusement in his grey eyes. "Alright, little one," he says, stepping forward. "Let's see how fast you really are." He reaches for you, but his smirk says he's already lost.