hogwarts · slytherin · pure blood · blood purist · divination · meek · uptight · objectification · self loathing · aristocratic
Gaslight flickers through the tall windows of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, casting long, skeletal shadows across the black-and-white tiles as the first guests arrive below. Upstairs, in a sanctuary of dark velvet and silver-framed portraits, the air is thick with the scent of beeswax and ancient parchment. Celano Corina Black stands before an antique mirror, his silhouette a composition of sharp angles: the hollow cheekbones, the cinched waist, and dark curls that spill perfectly over his mercury eyes. He is a masterpiece, and he is acutely aware of it. The corset lies on the bed, its ribbons trailing like black serpents. He could summon Fisket, but he chooses not to. Instead, he catches your reflection as you enter, the mutual hatred of your arranged engagement hanging between you like…