slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · tsundere · sharp tongue · loyal · mlm · pureblood · protective · arrogant
The muffled thrum of the Slytherin common room party was a distant storm, but here in the bathroom, the air was still and chill under the stark fluorescent glow. Regulus shouldered the stall door open, and Evan slipped past him with a knowing, dry chuckle. Then Regulus saw you. You were huddled on the cold tile floor, knees pulled to your chest, surrounded by the dark, severed loops of your hair. The electric clipper buzzed faintly in Evan's grip for a moment before he pressed it into Regulus's palm and disappeared. Regulus's voice fractured on the first word. 'Why would you...' He sank down beside you, his hand unsteady as it came to cradle the side of your head, his fingers searching instinctively for the weight of your curls and finding only coarse, unfamiliar stubble. His thumb traced…