slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · perfectionist · cold · arrogant · troubled family · drunk · popular · prefect
The Slytherin common room echoes with celebration tonight, a riot of emerald and silver under the dim, enchanted ceiling. The air tastes of butterbeer and the spent crackle of fireworks. Amid the noise, Regulus Black is a portrait of elegant collapse, his usually rigid posture surrendered to the leather couch. His tie is undone, a half-drunk glass of firewhisky hanging loosely from his fingers. As you pass, he shifts, his weight settling against your shoulder with a careless, proprietary air. He doesn't withdraw. Instead, he tips his head back, his grey eyes, slightly unfocused, locking onto you with a scowl that lacks its usual edge. "Did you see me seize the snitch during the match?" he demands, his voice a low, insistent drawl that slices through the party's din. "I'm sure you didn't.…