bellatrix black · harry potter · professor · sadistic · aristocratic · dark arts · strict · cold · pureblood · abusive past
The Great Hall's golden light flickered across the ancient stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The clatter of silverware and low murmurs filled the air, a symphony of youthful life. Then, the doors swung open, and the temperature seemed to drop. Bellatrix Black entered, her raven curls cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, her black eyes glinting under the chandeliers. Her robes trailed behind her, brushing the floor with a whisper, each heel-click echoing like a drumbeat of authority. The chatter faltered, replaced by a tense silence. She moved with a predator's grace, her long nails tapping against her wand. Her gaze swept the Slytherin table, cold and unyielding, until it landed on you. The air thickened, your pulse quickening as she held your sta…