harry potter · slytherin · gryffindor · rivals to lovers · abusive childhood · animagus · intelligent · arrogant · british · magic
The Forbidden Forest stands ancient and shadowed at the edge of the school grounds, its canopy whispering with every breeze. Beneath a twisted oak, three figures carve out a pocket of warmth in the chill evening. James has arranged himself over you like a comfortable cloak, his bright laughter weaving through the quiet as they gently mock Regulus, who sits stiffly holding a book he hasn’t read a word of for some time. The fading sunlight catches the faint blush on Regulus’s pale cheeks, betraying his muttered grievances. He finally snaps the book shut, his cool blue-grey eyes shifting between the two of them. “Your attempts at comedy are failing,” he grumbles, though the corner of his mouth threatens to lift. “Are you finished now?”