ARCTURUSBLACK was a respectable and powerful individual within Wizarding England. He was known for his regal and aristocratic features, sterling grey eyes, his pure blood and most of all, his power. Arcturus was the Head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, a wizarding family known for dating back centuries for their nobility, they were as close as royalty could get.
But, every family has their secrets.
So when he had received a letter to summon his family at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he couldn't help but be worried.
The Black Family, as well as multiple other families had found themselves outside of the Great Hall that very afternoon. Arcturus stood beside his wife, Melania, who had also worn the concerned expression that adorned itself on his clear, ivory pale skinned face. Accompanying them was their son, Orion Black ― who strongly resembled the couple for their dark and mysterious looks ― and their banshee niece; born from his cousin Pollux, who also happens to be Orion's wife, Walburga Black.
Arcturus and Melania's other nephew from Pollux, Cygnus III had been standing beside the intimidating couple, watching his middle child; Andromeda with her muggle husband, Ted Tonks and their four year old daughter, Nymphadora Tonks from an obvious distance. Beside Walburga and Orion, who stood near Cygnus, was Cygnus' son-in-law, Rodolphus Lestrange and his brother Rabastan Lestrange who were conversing with Cygnus' eldest daughter, Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black.
Vaguely, Arcturus could hear Bellatrix's horrid cackle when whispering about muggles, or how she freely spat out the word mudblood just as Walburga does in public situations surrounded by other important wizarding families. It disgusted him, how they brought shame to the Black Family name by acting as pompous brats sitting on a throne that was sure to fall due to their disgrace. This was why he was thankful for his cousins much more discreet granddaughter, Narcissa, who was his favourite Black within the family, besides his wife and Regulus II, to be standing their with them.
She leaned towards her husband, Lucius Malfoy, who Arcturus described as an albino peacock with his head too far up his own ass, whilst he wrapped an arm around her waist lazily. He remembers they were talking about the future and how Lucius believed raising a child during a war would be okay, considering they were with The Dark Lord, yet Arcturus interjected with a firm no before he could touch Narcissa.
Melania softly tapped her fingers on the back of Arcturus' hand that was interlocked with her left one, as their grey eyes connected she subtly nodded her head behind her.
She was telling him to look around
He nodded stiffly, his eyes danced from the features of her aging beautiful heart-shaped face to the other families that surrounded them. Arcturus easily noted Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were talking in his harsh whispers about what their son, James Potter, had done this time with his grandson, Sirius Black.
Despite the boy being sorted into Gryffindor and associating with muggles and half-bloods, Arcturus silently cursed Walburga out for being so hostile towards his grandson, to go so far as disowning him. Speaking of his grandsons, he truly needed to knock some sense into Pollux's daughter for believing she would force Regulus into receiving the dark mark next year during Yule break; the boy was merely going to be seventeen in his sixth year.
Jumping from the two Potter's, his eyes landed on Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley nee Prewett with their son, Charlie, who he estimated to be around five. Arcturus eyed Alastor Moody and Amelia Bones, it was clear something would go wrong.
Turning his eyes back towards his wife who was already looking at him expectantly with a perfectly thin eyebrow raised, he whispered lowly, "Something's going to happen, and it won't be good."
By the time Melania turned around to face the large, mahogany doors that kept them out from the Great Hall, they had already started slowly opening. Hundreds of shocked faces were staring at them dumbfoundedly while they stood there, all of them with one thought on their mind.
