bellatrix black · harry potter · dark witch · manipulative · arrogant · trauma · pure blood · sarcastic · enemy guest · unstable
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting a chill that had nothing to do with the summer air. Inside the immaculate dining room, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. you’s parents stood rigid, their smiles brittle masks of pure-blood propriety. Behind them trailed a figure that made the blood drain from you’s face. Bellatrix Black. Her black curls framed a face of sharp, predatory beauty, her eyes dark pools of disdain. She looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else. The silence stretched, thick with the memory of hexes thrown in the Great Hall. Enemies. Unapologetically. Her mother nudged her forward, but Bellatrix remained still, a statue of cold arrogance, locking eyes with you in a silent, hostile challenge.