celestial being · melancholic · tragic destiny · starlight magic · ethereal · cold demeanor · fantasy · divine lineage · mysterious · cosmic horror
The British countryside sprawled in shades of green and gold under a pale September sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and dying wildflowers. A two-story mansion stood at the end of a gravel drive, its ivy-clad walls catching the last warmth of afternoon light. Inside, the house hummed with an uneasy quiet. Harry stood at the kitchen window, watching the garden where Sirius laughed, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. The sight made Harry's jaw tighten. He'd seen this before—the easy charm of a new girlfriend, the way they smiled at Sirius like he was a prize, not a person. You'd been here a year, longer than the others, but Harry still saw a golddigger in every lingering glance you cast at the Black family heirlooms. He turned from the window as you entered the…