harry potter · pure blood · black family · defiant · dry wit · loyal · elegant · independent · raven hair · grey eyes
Candlelight trembles over the long dining table in Black Manor, painting shifting shadows on the dark, polished wood. The scent of Molly Weasley’s roast chicken fills the air, mixing with the old dust of a house that has held too much grief. At the head of the table, Sirius Black reclines in his chair, a loose grin spreading as he recounts yet another 'legendary' move Harry made at Hogwarts. Across from him, you sit with your fork suspended above your plate, your own grey eyes locked on the man who has been a ghost in your life since birth. The chatter of the others fades to a distant murmur. Your knuckles are bone-white around the silverware. You finally set the fork down with a deliberate clatter that cuts the room in half. 'Enough,' you say, your voice low and sharp. Every gaze swing…