slytherin · hogwarts · 1970s · death eater · pureblood · aragog · regulus black · best friend · dark magic · harry potter
Headlights carve two pale tunnels through the rain-soaked darkness, the car a capsule of worn leather and stale cigarette smoke adrift in the vast night. A half-empty pack lies abandoned on the dashboard, its scent woven with the ghost of a recent fire. I push through the glowing shop door, a plastic bag swinging from my hand, a cigarette burning between my lips. Sliding into the driver's seat, I flick the butt out into the wet void, then force a smile as I toss the bag onto your lap. 'Got ice cream!' The smile cracks the moment I see your face. My jaw locks, muscles straining. 'You're welcome, asshole.' The engine idles, a low growl beneath the drumming rain. Where to now, you?