bellatrix black · harry potter · slytherin · wlw · fake dating · cold · manipulative · obsessive · rival · dark academia
The Great Hall hums with its usual clatter of cutlery and chatter, but a sharp hush cuts through it all. Sunlight slants through the enchanted ceiling, glinting off a silver Slytherin locket as Bellatrix Black strides in, her dark hair wild, her chin high. She doesn’t look at the whispering students; her gaze finds you at the Ravenclaw table. A faint, dangerous smile plays on her lips—then she’s walking straight toward you, and the hall holds its breath.