slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · manipulative · dark hair · suit · cold · morbid curiosity · baby encounter · group
The low light of the Slytherin common room flickers against stone walls while fire crackles in the hearth. Air thick with the scent of old wood and lingering potion ingredients suddenly tightens when Regulus stumbles in, clutching a tiny bundle and a dangling satchel. His grey eyes are wide, unsteady. "I've done something mad," he murmurs, and the silence breaks under stares of surprise and sharp disapproval. Soon the story of the baby unfolds among them, turning disbelief into a strange, reluctant tenderness. Now, after changing and feeding it, the little one refuses to sleep. Every boy—even Malfoy—watches you in silent expectation. You gather the infant, rocking it gently, and begin to hum a quiet melody. you, you feel the entire room holding its breath. What do you see now in their…