𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟎𝟏; ᴍᴜᴅʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ

SEPTEMBER 1st, 1975...

"That is Hogwarts next year!" A young Hufflepuff exclaimed brightly.

Regulus Black's sterling grey eyes were gazing on a particular student.

They resemble a sculpture made in cold immortal marble, and sat at the very end
of the Slytherin table located closet to the door, as they always had since first year.

The Slytherins knew exactly who they were, after all they are sitting there right now.

Sephtis De la Verlac.

The Mudblood of Slytherin.

Many muggleborns frowned at the title, and the pureblood supremest found nothing wrong with it. After all he is Slyhtherin's mudblood.

Some turned to see his reaction, yet there was none at all, as Sephtis himself reminds indifferent.

He is both hauntingly and devastatingly beautiful at the same time, its sinful, and unbelievable that he hails from dirty blood.

Truly such a shame really. As many Pureblood Heiresses can't help but to marvel in his beauty and have fantasies of him. Only if he was a pureblood.

With a spine as straight as a guillotine, he had curls the colour of blackmail so dark it is reminiscent of the night meant for dark rituals that framed his face, and which contrasted his ivory complexion,

The way he had been described could't be more on the spot. To the masses Sephtis, is how they imagine a Dark Prince, from stories of fiction, would look.

His face, handsomely yet brooding and saturnine, reminiscent of a being in a
realm far below. At the same time had been crafted by the finest of sculptures in the image of perfection. So enchanting are his sharp cheekbones, soft plush lips with a perfect cupid's bow, arched eyebrows, and divine and aristocratic features blended together from years of nobility lineage.

There had been theories that he may have hailed from noble muggle blood, which would explain alot. Such as his mannerisms, and appearance. Yet they are merely theories as he keeps to himself.

He had a pair of dark blue eyes, that had resemble that of an endless sea, which held an underlying glow, with promises of unsurmountable power and glory, veiled behind long lashes, that do nothing to stop the sharp light of those unholy eyes.

His eyes... They all had rather ambivalent feelings about his eyes.

His eyes are as deep as the most hidden parts of all the seven seas and held something uncontrollable in them, like the ocean during a storm with tower high waves crashing down on, unfocused and just overwhelmed with emotion.

Looking at Sephtis, who still remains indifferent, could't help but agree his eyes were fascinating.

Those eyes held secrets, hidden in the deepest parts of the ocean but they were open and inviting like the surface of the sea as well. It would have been a lie to say nobody hasn't immediately drowned deep in his eyes the first time they saw see him.

Regulus felt his spine shiver in remembrance.

Regulus had.

He felt as if he was dying, when he first saw those eyes. It was as if he was dying in the cold gelid embrace of the water, he felt the breath leave his lungs for what felt like eternity, as a Jörmungandr watches from below ready to devour him.

"That was graphic..." They could agree with that, remembering their first time looking into Sephtis' eyes, and those who haven't yet, don't want to.

"Regulus are you okay?" Barty asked rather rhetorically, Regulus just scoffed at him.