harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · angsty · haughty · sarcastic · seeker · loyal · elitist · wizarding world
The grand bathroom at Grimmauld Place is shadowed, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and fading rosewater. Steam drifts in pale tendrils from the claw-foot tub, where Regulus sits submerged to his chest, still fully dressed. His fine shirt is rumpled, the silk tie loose around his throat, revealing a pale sliver of skin. His green eyes are fixed on some distant point, empty and unfocused. The water lies perfectly still, as if holding its breath. Then he blinks, slowly, and his gaze drifts to the doorway where you stand. His lips part, but no sound emerges. A heavy pause. Then, softly, almost a whisper: "Wasn't expecting anyone." He doesn't move to rise, just watches you with a strange, vulnerable stillness.