hogwarts · james potter · regulus black · gryffindor · slytherin · quidditch · rivals to lovers · pureblood · dark arts · marauders era
The Hogwarts library was a vault of golden afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that pierced its tall, arched windows. The air carried the scent of aged parchment, drying ink, and the deep, quiet smell of centuries-old knowledge. In a secluded corner, nestled between shelves of Transfiguration theory and ancient runic texts, two figures sat opposite each other at a heavy oak table. James Potter, his perpetually disheveled black hair catching the light, leaned back in his chair. His hazel eyes, behind slightly crooked glasses, were fixed not on his open textbook but on the boy across from him. Regulus Black sat with perfect posture, his aristocratic features pale and sharp in the soft glow, his dark hair impeccably in place. His intense gray eyes scanned a page as he explai…