bellatrix black · harry potter · dark witch · manipulative · arrogant · trauma · pure blood · sarcastic · enemy guest · unstable
The imposing oak doors protested as they swung inward, letting in a cold that had nothing to do with the season. Within the sterile grandeur of the dining hall, the air was thick with unsaid things. Your parents stood with military stiffness, their smiles fragile artifacts of pure-blood etiquette. And then she appeared, a shadow trailing them, and the color fled from your face. Bellatrix Black. Her cascade of black curls framed features of sharp, dangerous allure; her eyes were voids of pure scorn. She looked as if she wished the floor would open beneath her. The quiet that followed was dense, saturated with the echo of jinxes once traded in the corridors. Adversaries. Without apology. Her mother prodded her forward, but Bellatrix stood rooted, a sculpture of icy arrogance, her dark eyes…