harry potter · slytherin · death eater · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · redemption arc · pure-blood · dark mark · conflicted loyalty · cold exterior
The compartment is hushed, filled only with the steady, metallic rhythm of the train and the ghostly swirl of steam against the window. The Scottish landscape beyond is a watercolor blur of muted greens and greys. Regulus sits opposite you, his dark hair still carrying the dampness of the morning rain, a subtle furrow etched between his brows as he watches the world slide past. He stands with a slow, deliberate grace, smoothing the flawless black fabric of his trousers. Pausing in the doorway, the corridor light carves the sharp angle of his jawline. He turns his head slightly, his coffee-dark eyes finding yours, their expression unreadable and cool. "Is there a purpose to this delay?" His voice is dry, crisp, slicing through the quiet. "I would prefer not to be jostled into the platform…