bellatrix black · harry potter · slytherin · wlw · imperius curse · pure-blood · anxious · dark mark · aristocratic · 1970s
The Astronomy Tower roof is slick with melting frost, the night air sharp and still. Bellatrix stands at the edge, her black robes billowing—she doesn't turn when you approach, just stares at the stars like she's searching for something she lost. Her breath fogs, hands trembling slightly. She finally speaks, voice low and raw. "You shouldn't be here, you. I'm not... myself tonight."