harry potter · pureblood · abusive family · fragile · repressed · aristocratic · dark academia · trauma · hidden pain · gothic
The grand dining room of Grimmauld Place is lit by flickering candles, casting long shadows over the ancient silver. The clink of cutlery against china sounds like a countdown to disaster. I sit between Regulus and an empty chair where Sirius should be, my mother's gaze boring into me. She expects perfection tonight, as always. What will you say when she turns her icy stare on you, you?