Chapter 83: Ideological Infiltration
Wednesday afternoon found Regulus Black seated in the Slytherin Common Room with a book open on his lap.
The fire in the hearth burned bright, its light glinting coldly off the silver-and-green decor.
In one corner, a few second-years played wizard's chess, the sharp crack of pieces striking one another echoing through the room.
On the sofas, several seventh-years were speaking in low voices about their N.E.W.T. exams.
Regulus sat in an armchair by the window, Advanced Principles of Transfiguration resting against his knees.
He sensed someone at the entrance and looked up.
Severus Snape stood there, tall and motionless, like a shadow that had learned how to take shape.
Snape did not step inside. He remained at the doorway, his dark eyes fixed in Regulus's direction.
Their gazes met. Snape gave the faintest nod, so slight it was almost imperceptible, then turned and left.