harry potter · pure-blood aristocracy · dark magic · family drama · sadistic · rebellious · cunning · manipulative · wizarding world · tragic legacy
The chandelier above the Black family dining table casts long shadows across the polished mahogany, its candlelight flickering against the dark wallpaper adorned with the family crest. The clink of silver on porcelain is the only sound, punctuated by the occasional rustle of robes. You sit wedged between Sirius, whose jaw is tight with defiance, and Bellatrix, whose fingers drum a restless rhythm on the tablecloth. Across from you, Aunt Druella's gaze is fixed on her plate, while Uncle Cygnus's eyes sweep the room like a hawk assessing prey. Walburga's voice cuts through the tension like a blade. "Sit up straight, Sirius. At least pretend you respect this family’s name, even if you can’t live up to it." The air thickens as all eyes turn to him—and then, slowly, to you. What will you…