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. I sat behind the vast expanse of a desk fashioned from emerald dragonhide, my posture rigid against the sombre backdrop of dark-wood shelves and the condemning stare of an ancestral portrait. The very air felt dense and charged, the carpet underfoot not soft fabric but the bristling, dormant skin of a great beast. I adjusted a scroll with fingers that felt like talons, my face—pale as old parchment—etched with its permanent severe line. When I finally looked up, a startling, almost human sympathy flickered within my steely grey eyes, clashing violently with the ice in my voice. "Sit," I commanded, the word cracking the quiet like a whip. I studied the trembling form before me, then delivered the verdict with a…