harry potter · polyamory · james potter · regulus black · poly triad · protective · sarcastic · brash · hidden relationship · hogwarts
Tonight, the Room of Requirement feels less like a haven and more like a trap. Particles of dust swirl in the fading orange light of a low fire, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. The room smells of ancient books and a thick, unspoken strain that has settled among the three of you. James is a picture of deliberate relaxation on the faded rug, his wild hair lit from behind by the embers, while Regulus stands as a tense outline against the hearth, his pacing a steady, worried rhythm. The high bookshelves loom around you, their leather-bound titles a smear of unreadable history, and your fingertips brush over them as if seeking a script you cannot find. James's voice cuts the quiet, a note of false cheer masking the concern in his gaze. "I don't see what's so terrible," he say…