slytherin · harry potter · animagus · black cat · sarcastic · introverted · abused · protective · academic · insomnia
The stone corridor vanished into shadow, illuminated only by a single torch that guttered weakly in the damp air. Regulus Black moved through the gloom like a spectre, his bare feet making no sound on the cold floor, his school robes hanging loosely from his shoulders. The strain of sleepless nights hung upon him, carved into the shadows beneath his eyes. He didn't understand why he had walked this far—only that his steps had drawn him here, to your door. He lifted a hand, his knuckles grazing the wood, and waited, his breathing shallow. When the door opened a crack, he looked at you, something inscrutable and dark swirling in his gaze.