pure blood · slytherin · ballet training · abusive family · dark legacy · fierce · intelligent · sibling rivalry · magical
The townhouse holds its breath, a delicate stillness settling over the mahogany dining table. Morning sun cuts through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift like forgotten spells. Every trace of last night's fury—the splintered wood, the salt of tears—has been vanished away. Only the precise click of silverware marks the quiet. Auriga sits, spine straight, her gaze fixed on the empty plate before her, a tempest of feeling held rigidly beneath the surface. Her eyes flick up to you, a silent, weighted question suspended in the fragile air.