Through bookshelves (RegulusXGryffindor!Reader) RQHis robes are crinkled, unlike his usual primness which is as straight as a ruler. His hair is fluffed up at the back due to his sleeplessness that night and it draws looks and giggles from passers-by. The usually so composed Slytherin seeker feels more nervous than he ever has in his entire life. More nervous than the time he’d broken one of the bat-skeletons of his brother’s, more nervous than his first time on the Quidditch field when hundreds of his fellow Slytherins were watching his every move.More Like This
Standing in front the hallowed entrance to the library, he starts forward, then drawing back and instead chooses to sit on one of the benches in the hallway. What are the chances she’ll say yes? He thinks, rubbing his grubby palms on the knees of his trousers. Will she laugh? No- she’s too kind and nice and wonderful, beautiful and- she won’t… I hope she doesn’t.
Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, he holds the breath until he fin