The Last Blacks.

The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black ( Females)

There once was a Manor, a dark yet beautiful one. Dark magic filled the air heavily, elegantly. It was as if every single brick, tapestry and piece of furniture knew the art of elegance. The lady of the manor was long deceased yet every single piece on the mantel shone, every single collectible, eager to tell it's own tale, looked brand new.

About twenty tiny little house-elves scurried around the manor in order to keep it habitable with it's royalty maintained trmendously. Irma Black (nee Crabbe) made sure that none in the pureblood high society could ever find the gal to criticize her home, the thought alone was simply outrageous. That's why even after her death, the house elves never once failed to follow the set routine she had given them.

She had been an exceptional Lady, an amazing mother and a great wife. As a maiden she was approached by several suitors that she had the displeasure to turn down because the day she turned Eleven,the same day she recieved her Hogwarts letter, she was informed of her bethrotal with Pollux black. The heir of the Most noble and ancient house of black, the family on the top tier of the sacred twenty-eight, she was going to be a part of the Wizarding world's most prominent family, She was going to be a Black.

She was something every single lady in the pureblood high society was jealuos of and aspired to be at the same time. She carried herself with dignity and an air of importance around her. There was no living human that had ever succeded at manipulating her for she was the master of manipulation herself. Her bethroted Pollux Black was a very demanding person, a very controlling one indeed but even he could not help but fall for her charms. Every single flutter of her eyeslashes, every little suggesting smirk, every little twirl of hair was calculated. She never hesitated to make the first move, she firmly believed that Respect, Control and Power all came with the first move itself.

Growing up Walburga Black wanted to be just like her mother, she copied and followed Irma all the time. She tried to replicate the air of superiority that her mother had herself, she kept her shoulders pushed, back straight and chin up in a proper lady-like manner just like her mother. She never did anything to upset her mother and even left things behind that she loved because her mother had the faintest dislike for them.

If Irma ever expressed her dislike for a piece of clothing that Walburga owned, she would throw it away even if it was her favourite.

An excellent example would be her cousin Cedrella, who had eloped with the blood-traitor Septimus Weasley. Walburga had loved her company more than Cedrella's twin, Callidora and younger sister Charis but her lovely cousin had more things to worry about than keeping Little Walburga company.

It was the first ever disowning she had witnessed ever, her cousin Cedrella's face was blasted off the family tree by her mother's vicious yet elegant spell. She remembered the smell of the burning tapestry for weeks and the black patch that had once been Cedrella's beautiful face.

There were not many disowings after that but then her aunt Cassiopiea and Uncle Arcturus had a Squib, her cousin Marius, who was disowned shortly after his eleventh birthday when he didn't recive his Hogwarts letter like her own brother Alphard who had flooed Marius as soon as he recieved his. She was mesmerised this time having witnessed it once, she was not as shocked as the last time. Fascinated even.

When Walburga's bethrotal was announced to her in a much similar fashion to her mother, on her Eleventh birthday, she relished bathing in her mother's attention and love. Her mother was so happy for raising a perfect daughter who was soon going to be a perfect lady and wife, unfortunately Irma died in Walburga's third year. Dragon pox.

She took care of many things that year, the most important being her brothers and father.
That was the year Walburga took her mother's place as the cold and magnificient lady of the house. After all, taking control and manipulaing everyone and everything was an art she had learnt from her mother.

Druella Black(nee Rosier) was brought up in a household where she was expected to excel in everything. Everything. She was trained to be a lady and a scholar the moment she could walk and talk. She had been a brilliant student during her time at Hogwarts, the school where she met the love of her life- Cygnus Black the third. They dated for a comfortable period of time. Fortunately for Druella, Cygnus's bethrotal hadn't been fixed due to his mother's death the year prior to his eleventh birthday.

In the summer before their Sixth year at Hogwarts, Cygnus asked Druella's father for her hand in marriage which he was more than happy to give. After all nobody could refuse a Black.
On christmas that year, Druella joined Cygnus and his family for Holidays in the Black manor.

Druella found the Dynamics of this family a little strange, Cygnus's oldest sister Walburga seemed to hold more power than Pollux Black himself. She conversed delightfully with Walburga while Cygnus and Orion, Walburga's fiance also her second cousin, discussed politics. Alphard kept to himself most of the time unless asked a direct question. Pollux was a pleasent man to be around, she concluded during her stay.

Druella might be nice but she wasn't naive enough to not attain any sort of control, power or respect for herself. She might not be open her way of deception like Walburga but she was an eaqaully terrifying entity, if not worse. They way she carried herself was aristocraric enough to match the one of a queen. Her methods of manipulation were far from blunt, infact they were rather clandestine.

The women in the second last generation of the Black family were all beautiful, fierce and elegant. All in all every single one of them was a force to be reckoned with. None of them showcased their powers and abilities ever yet the whole Magical community knew of their strength and feared them.

No sane man or woman would ever go against their wishes or commands unless they wish for fate far worse than death itself. No one dared to question them or got in their way. They were women with pride and prejudice, they maintained extremely high standards for acquatainces.