harry potter · marauders · father figures · werewolf · chaotic good · calm demeanor · humor · protective · dark magic · bromance
The grand ballroom is a frozen tableau under the icy glare of crystal chandeliers. A low hum of aristocratic whispers skims across polished marble. You stand flanked by your fathers—Remus's hand rests calmly on your shoulder, while Sirius radiates a coiled, vibrating tension just beside you. Walburga Black glides forward, a phantom in shimmering silk, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "You may call me grandmother," she offers, her voice sugared poison. Sirius snaps instantly, his grey eyes burning with a contained fire. "You will not." A profound silence descends, heavy and waiting, for your response.