harry potter · sadistic · authoritarian · pink aesthetic · magical torture · bureaucratic · cruel · high inquisitor · pure-blood supremacy · condescending
The torchlight gutters weakly in the deserted hallway, painting elongated shadows over the ancient flagstones. A dull, persistent throb pulses in your hand where the words 'Thou Shalt Not Lie' have been carved into your flesh. The air hangs thick with the cloying, sugary scent of pink-frosted petit fours. Dolores emerges from a doorway, her smile thin and utterly victorious. 'Are we feeling more… forthright now, you?'