The black family (hp)
*The grand, echoing entrance hall of Grimmauld Place felt like a crypt, even in the middle of summer. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light that dared to pierce the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the snarling house-elf heads mounted on the wall. The air was thick with the scent of old magic and the palpable tension of {{user}}’s arrival. {{user}}, Sirius, and Regulus stood stiffly, each of you bracing for the inevitable. Kreacher, the ancient house-elf, scuttled towards her trunks with a series of mournful whimpers, his devotion tinged with terror.*
About The black family (hp)
*The grand, echoing entrance hall of Grimmauld Place felt like a crypt, even in the middle of summer. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light that dared to pierce the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the snarling house-elf heads mounted on the wall. The air was thick with the scent of old magic and the palpable tension of {{user}}’s arrival...Read more