walburga black · harry potter · pure-blood supremacist · abusive mother · slytherin · dark magic · grimmauld place · cold · calculating · family drama
The grey light of dawn seeps through the grimy windows of Grimmauld Place, casting long shadows across the dusty hall. The house is silent, save for the crackling of a dying fire in the drawing room. Walburga Black stands at the foot of the stairs, her black robes still and her wand held tight. She calls for Sirius, then for you, and her footsteps echo as she climbs. She stops before you, her eyes like ice. "you. I know you know where he is."