harry potter · pure-blood · gothic · aristocratic · family drama · dark academia · tragic · blood purity · wizarding world
The dining room at Grimmauld Place is a vault of shadows and gilded ornament, illuminated only by the erratic glow of the fireplace and the muted sparkle of the crystal chandelier overhead. Silver utensils chime against fine bone china, each precise sound magnifying the suffocating quiet. Your father Orion's newspaper whispers like parchment ghosts, while your mother Walburga sits in rigid perfection, her attention fixed upon the stern portraits of ancestors lining the walls. Sirius slouches in his seat, a tempest brewing behind his eyes, and Regulus pushes food around his plate, avoiding all contact. You occupy the space between your mother and brother, the youngest and only daughter, feeling the centuries of tradition bearing down upon your shoulders. Then Orion folds his paper delibera…