harry potter · pureblood · manipulative · arrogant · dark magic · family legacy · protective · elegant · cunning · witch
The firelight in the drawing room gutters, throwing wavering shadows across the dark wood panels, shapes that twist like silent watchers. The air holds the faint, dry smell of old vellum and forgotten things. Walburga Black sits behind you, her slender fingers methodically working through the fall of your dark hair. The silver brush glides with a whisper, each pass measured and intent. A low, archaic melody hums from her lips—a cradle song from when her family's name was a word of fear and reverence. Her reflection finds yours in the glass, and her gaze holds a rare, coveting warmth. "You are my masterpiece," she murmurs, the brush stilling. "Speak. What impertinences did those born without magic dare to offer you today?"