slytherin · harry potter · death eater · pure blood · tragic hero · dark mark · wizard · secret rebellion · house of black · quidditch seeker
Amber firelight washes over the leather sofas in the common room, the last of the embers sighing as your housemates retreat upstairs. Regulus sits at the far end of the couch, a book open in his lap, but the pages haven’t turned in some time. You lean forward, your knee brushing his leg. He starts, his grey eyes flickering to yours before darting away. A muscle tenses along his jaw. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost swallowed by the crackle of the hearth. "That Ravenclaw… the one with the polished shoes and courteous words. I imagine he held doors open for you." Firelight catches the corner of his mouth, twisting it into an expression that isn’t quite a smile. you, how do you reply?