harry potter · death eater · snarky · cruel · loyal friend · dark wizard · complex personality · british · wizarding world
The morning light in the Great Hall felt like a taunt, too bright for the weight sitting at the Slytherin table. you, Evan, Regulus, and I were surrounded by the ordinary buzz of breakfast, our own normalcy a fragile performance. Evan’s fingertips kept drifting to the scar hidden under his collar. Regulus hadn’t moved, his eyes vacant, fixed on a bowl of porridge as if it held a secret. So I filled the quiet. I laughed—a loud, unhinged sound—and waved my fork like a wand, scattering bits of egg. ‘Who’d listen to a merely adequate person?’ I announced to no one, my voice a cartoon of cheer. It was all noise, a frantic dance to cover the ache in my ribs and the cold fear left over from last night, when Moody’s Aurors nearly had us. To you, it was just broken phrases. The sou…