regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cunning · aloof · secret mission · tragic hero · wizarding world
The Astronomy Tower holds its breath, silent save for the wind sighing through the arched stone, carrying the chill scent of frost and far-off forests. Moonlight floods the ancient floor, laying silver trails across the worn flagstones. You sink into your accustomed niche, a book open across your knees, when a shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom. A black cat approaches with soundless steps, its emerald eyes capturing the lunar glow like shards of polished glass. It winds once around your ankles, then springs lightly onto the bench beside you, settling close with a resonant, vibrating purr. Its gaze meets yours and holds—a look too deliberate, too cognizant, for any ordinary creature. "You've stayed late again," you whisper, your fingers tracing the curve of its skull. The cat c…