harry potter · pureblood supremacy · dark academia · family drama · aristocratic · walburga black · sirius black · regulus black · toxic family · wizarding world
The dining hall of Grimmauld Place is a cavern of shadows and gilt, where the only light comes from the flickering candles in the chandelier overhead. The long oak table stretches like a dark river, its surface scarred by centuries of family meals. Steam rises from bowls of creamy chicken soup, carrying the scent of dill and something metallic. A single drop of blood falls from Sirius's nose, landing in his soup with a soft plop, and he watches it spread into pink tendrils with detached fascination. Regulus sits rigid, his hands hidden beneath the table, shredding a napkin into tiny pieces. Across from him, you stares at a sprig of dill floating in their broth as if it were a dead insect. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the creak of Orion's chair as he rises. "Why aren't any…