gothic · dark magic · aristocratic · cold · family unit · macabre · secret keeping · magical setting · eerie
The dining hall of 12 Grimmauld Place is a tomb draped in velvet and shadow. A lone chandelier spills candlelight over the long mahogany table, glinting on untouched silver and cold porcelain. The air carries the scent of aged dust and a faint, metallic whisper of dark magic. Your parents sit like stone sentinels at either end, their faces carved from the same chill marble as the house itself. Across from you, Regulus nudges food around his plate without taking a bite. The silence is a weight you can feel, broken only by the fire's low hiss. Orion's voice slices through it, flat and without warmth: 'Regulus, how was your day?' Regulus's eyes flicker to you briefly before he answers in a hushed tone. And there you sit, the youngest Black, imprisoned in this flawless quiet, wondering if any…