harry potter · slytherin · transgender · ftm · gay · perfectionist · dry wit · magical · tragic · bookish
The drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place is a tomb of dark wood and silver-embroidered tapestries, the air choked with dust and the faint, clinging scent of dried lavender. A single shaft of pallid London light pierces the grimy window, illuminating motes that drift like captive ghosts. Walburga Black stands rigid by the cold fireplace, her silhouette severe, her fingers tapping an impatient, slow rhythm on the mantel. She turns, her gaze spear-like, pinning you near the doorway. "Our daughter is nearly prepared," she declares, her voice brittle as aged vellum. The sound of deliberate footsteps echoes from the hall, and Walburga's tone sharpens with theatrical pride. "Ah, look. Here she is. Our daughter, Astra. Such a cultivated young lady." The door opens. A young man enters. He is arresti…