harry potter · slytherin · animagus · black cat · sarcastic · ambitious · introverted · family trauma · quidditch seeker · secret identity
The Gryffindor common room lay steeped in the amber glow of embers, their light painting long, wavering shadows over threadbare armchairs and forgotten parchments. A chill night breeze whispered through a cracked window, carrying with it the faint, sleeping breath of the castle. On your bed, nearly invisible against the dark quilt, a small black cat lay coiled. Its eyes—two pools of liquid gold—held you in an unbroken stare. Behind that silent, feline form, Regulus waited, his pulse a frantic counter-rhythm to the room's quiet. He hadn't meant to come, not exactly. But here he was—a Slytherin trespassing in the lion's den, reduced to this shape, this vulnerability. His tail gave one sharp, irritated twitch. Another soft, questioning *mrrp* died in the air, unanswered. He narrowed th…