╰┈➤ regulus black x oc
❝ you're bleeding. ❞
❝ why thank you for pointing out the obvious, potter. ❞
☄. *. ⋆ in which ophelia potter's life is struck by a wizarding war, the death of her parents, and the bombshell that is her death eater ex, regulus...
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"regulus, my god."
ophelia was half in the mind to keep a diary of her days of extended exposure to regulus black, because it seemed every day she left for work, she'd return to find him somewhere he was not supposed to be.
he was perched on the bed when ophelia entered her bedroom, fingers languorously feeling the fabric of her sheets, his sickle gray eyes reflecting only the subtle light of the ancient lamp (her mother had gave it to her as her first piece of furniture). he had a certain disinclination about him, sitting in that manner that men did, his clothes as pristine as was expected of a young heir of his caliber.
manspreading as if, after a few weeks, he owned the place.
"you were taking to long. i had thought you had been murdered at the ministry." regulus explained, not bothering with a simple formality, such as concern. rather, he settled for a more stoic look to find home on his haughty features. he was not supposed to be settled on her bed– but oh well.
she was too lenient with him, she was sure of it.
"your heater has broken." he added lamely, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the living room, and the couch where he had been sleeping. "you left me alone to freeze to death, did you?"
oh, goddamnit.
"why has it broken?" ophelia sighed, her tone dryly amused as she regarded him, but her exasperation was evident from how she propped her hand on her hip. "you haven't frozen to death, how unfortunate." she added. "more importantly, why the hell are you on my bed?"
"because i was cold." he replied curly, a hint of irritation obvious in his tone- his cheeks flushing slightly besides himself; as if he knew she thought him to be rather childish.
"that explains very little, regulus." ophelia raised an eyebrow. "clarify your very justifiable reasoning for me."
"i don't have an explanation for you." he replied, not bothering to shift from his position or address her question beyond, "i am simply here because i am," he wrinkled his nose, as if it were the most logical reason in the world why he was on her bed.
"i was bored. your shitty heater broke, and you didn't tell me." he said, in a more calm manner, before leaning back so his legs crossed, the soles of his heeled boots resting on her bed, his body almost sloping backwards. she wasn't exactly thrilled with his choice of seating- he had more manners than to do that, she was sure.
he just wanted to irk her.
she rolled her eyes at him, moving over to inspect him, tilting up his chin. he has the slightest bit of stubble on his chin from falling into discare the longer he resided on her couch. "hmm, i think you broke it. did you mess with it?" she added, raising an eyebrow at him. she knew he was shit at understanding muggle contraptions, which was, basically all she possessed in her flat. "you're not cold, you feel rather warm."
