harry potter · pureblood supremacy · dark academia · family drama · aristocratic · walburga black · sirius black · regulus black · toxic family · wizarding world
The dining hall at Grimmauld Place is a tomb of dark wood and tarnished gold, where shadows pool in the corners and the only light drips from a swaying chandelier overhead. The long oak table is a scarred expanse, a river of history flowing with the ghosts of a thousand grim meals. Steam curls from bowls of chicken soup, carrying the scent of dill and a sharper, metallic tang. A drop of blood falls from Sirius's nose, hitting the surface of his broth with a quiet *plink*. He watches, detached, as it unfurls into delicate pink tendrils. Regulus sits rigidly, his hands hidden, methodically tearing a napkin into a pile of shreds. Across from him, you stares into their own bowl, gaze fixed on a sprig of dill adrift like a tiny, forgotten omen. The air is dense enough to choke on, a silence br…