SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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DANCE OR DISAPPEAR, another dream ———
I was at Malfoy Manor, once again. The grand hall they hosted their parties in, walls silvery and detailed, smothered in riches, now adorning a vast array of candles. Acting as small spotlights of fiery warmth. As the fireplace once had done, when I last attended.
A wooden podium now was presented in the far side of the room. Where the tables once stood. The chairs that had been scattered around, all lined up in the pattern of creating an audience. An aisle split down the middle of two sides.
I was alone in the large room. Despite the number of chairs.
My footsteps echoed with each movement. The marble beneath my balanced heels, sounding cold and crisp. As if I were walking on an ice rink, without the correct kind of blades.
I very carefully traveled across the room. Keeping my hands to myself but not my eyes.
"Hello?" I said cautiously. My hands slightly sweaty as I rubbed them upon my gown. Preparing myself for a handshake at some point.
A busy room has never felt so empty. The glory of the decorations and stage set up provided much to look at. Every corner of the room there was something to admire. But sound travelled in the room as if it had been left bare. Nothing to pad the noise, though this was far from the truth.
No one responded and truthfully, I hadn't assumed anyone would. Not another soul could be felt or seen. Not even the portraits that rested proudly upon the wall had a life of their own. Still and frozen, as if muggle drawn. Unusual for their location, unless charmed otherwise.
I found myself feeling like a child who had stumbled across a derelict building on their solo adventure (that already they shouldn't have been on). Naughtily still exploring.
A cautiousness was evident in my movement. A smallness in my step and a sense of excitement despite the fear and danger. I kept my hands closely to myself. The best I could, anyway.
I had so hoped to wander freely around this room. Stare at every portrait and wonder who they were. Read the plaques without interruption. Touch as much as I could though I shouldn't and...explore behind that curtain.
It was still there. Taunting me in its glorious velvet. A burgundy red sheet of temptation, and I was merely a bull that had been trained to charge towards it.
I timidly approached it. Remembering my place. Battling between seeking hands and hiding hands. Feeling my heart beat, thump, in my chest. That childlike fear remaining ingrained deeply, a feeling that I was going to be caught doing something I knew I wasn't allowed to be. To 'look but not touch'.
