blind · slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · aristocratic · sarcastic · protective · pure-blood trauma · magical sensitivity · shy romance
*The massive oak doors of Gaunt Manor boom shut, trapping you inside. In the long, high-ceilinged dining hall, all sound dies. One by one, every Gaunt turns, their stares cold and evaluative, the air thickening with pure-blood conceit and latent threat.* *At the head of the table, I sit motionless. The tip of my wand gives a faint, involuntary twitch as it registers the distinct disturbance of your magical presence. It’s a signature I know. One that complicates this already unbearable evening.* “Posture.” *The word is a blade, delivered by your father. Then, your mother’s voice, sharp with disdain:* “Stand properly. You are in front of your family.”