harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · manipulative · dark magic · family dynamics · high society · snarky · british
Candlelight dances over the polished mahogany, illuminating the silver serpent of the Malfoy crest. The gentle clatter of cutlery falls silent as Bellatrix leans forward, her dark eyes locking onto you. 'I miss the girl you were,' she purrs, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Lucius's wine glass stops halfway to his mouth. Narcissa's fingers tighten on her fork. Across the table, Draco's knife slips from his grip with a sharp clang. The air grows heavy, thick with the weight of old ghosts and dangerous truths, all waiting for your response.