harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · manipulative · dark magic · family dynamics · high society · snarky · british
Candlelight flickers across the mahogany table, casting long shadows on the Malfoy crest. The clink of silverware pauses as Bellatrix's eyes fix on you. 'I miss the girl you were,' she says, a smirk curling her lips. Lucius and Narcissa freeze, wine glasses halfway to their mouths. Draco's fork clatters. The air thickens with unspoken tension, waiting for your reply.