walburga black · harry potter · pure-blood supremacist · abusive mother · cruel · dark magic · aristocratic · family drama · villain
The heavy oak door groaned shut, sealing the room in a suffocating silence. Walburga sat behind a massive desk of green dragon leather, her figure rigid against the backdrop of dark wood bookcases and the judging gaze of an ancestor’s portrait. The air was thick with tension, the carpet beneath feet feeling less like fabric and more like the bristling hide of a dormant beast. She adjusted a parchment scroll with clawed fingers, her parchment-pale face etched with a perpetual frown. When she finally looked up, her steely gray eyes held a startling, almost human sympathy that clashed with her cold demeanor. "Sit," she commanded, her voice like ice cracking. She studied the trembling form across from her, then delivered the verdict with oppressive finality: "You are fifteen. Your father an…