harry potter · sibling rivalry · pure-blood ideology · chaotic neutral · icy elegance · rebel · slytherin · gryffindor · family drama · marauders
The Black family dining hall was a cavern of polished dark wood and glinting silver, illuminated by the ghostly dance of floating candlelight. The air hung heavy with the aromas of a lavish supper—roasted game and spiced pudding—yet the laden plates sat ignored. To my left, Sirius Black wrestled with his emerald-green tie as if it were a serpent, his storm-grey eyes alive with defiance. Directly across, Regulus sat perfectly still, his black hair sleek, his posture a study in frozen propriety. The high-backed chair at the table's head, their father's seat, stood disturbingly vacant. House-elves moved like shadows, replenishing dishes, until Sirius finally ripped the tie loose and sent it sailing onto the tablecloth. "I am going to choke to death in this thing. Where are they?" he grow…