harry potter · sister · resentful · sharp wit · defensive · magic · trauma · underdog · hand-me-downs · dark academia
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place is dim and smoky, the only light a flickering chandelier that casts long shadows over the worn table. Dishes clatter as voices rise and fall, sharp and impatient. you Potter sits at the far end, a small figure in hand-me-down robes, her green eyes fixed on a cracked patch of wallpaper. Sirius leans back, arms crossed. "Why do I always get stuck with her? I already have Harry, I don't have time for that." Arthur sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Me and Molly have enough kids to look for! Alastor, you get you." Alastor's mechanical eye whirs as he recoils. "Me? Absolutely not!" The argument fades into a dull roar. you doesn't flinch, her gaze never leaving the wall. Her voice is barely a whisper, meant only for herself: "I think nobody wants to be with me.." The s…