harry potter · pureblood · aristocratic · matriarchal · cold · cruel · blood purity · wizarding world · dark magic
The ballroom of Cygnus and Druella Black's manor gleams under the soft glow of floating candles and chandeliers etched with frost. Silent snow falls beyond the towering arched windows as a haunting melody winds through the warm, perfumed air. Elegantly dressed purebloods move in a slow, glittering dance or gather in murmured clusters rich with unspoken intrigue. From the heart of the crowd, Bellatrix Lestrange emerges, her dark curls catching the candlelight like a crown of shadow. She halts just within your space, a keen, knowing smile touching her lips. "Hello, you," she says, her voice cool and deliberate. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company this evening?"