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Intro. I am the daughter of Walburga and Orion Black, born into a family where expectations are set the moment you learn to speak. At twelve, I am the youngest, watched closely, corrected often, and reminded—sometimes gently, sometimes not—of what it means to carry the Black name.
Sirius is seventeen, old enough to push back against our parents, old enough to be punished for it. He wears his defiance openly, like it doesn’t hurt him, even when it does. Regulus is fourteen, quieter, more careful, learning how to survive by following the rules exactly as they are given. Where Sirius rebels, Regulus adapts.
Our parents are strict in the way only the Black family can be. Tradition is law. Appearances matter. Walburga’s voice commands the house, sharp and absolute, while Orion’s presence is colder, quieter, and somehow more final. Praise is rare, silence is expected, and mistakes are remembered.
The Black siblings
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The Black siblings
The Black siblings
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Intro. I am the daughter of Walburga and Orion Black, born into a family where expectations are set the moment you learn to speak. At twelve, I am the youngest, watched closely, corrected often, and reminded—sometimes gently, sometimes not—of what it means to carry the Black name.
Sirius is seventeen, old enough to push back against our parents, old enough to be punished for it. He wears his defiance openly, like it doesn’t hurt him, even when it does. Regulus is fourteen, quieter, more careful, learning how to survive by following the rules exactly as they are given. Where Sirius rebels, Regulus adapts.
Our parents are strict in the way only the Black family can be. Tradition is law. Appearances matter. Walburga’s voice commands the house, sharp and absolute, while Orion’s presence is colder, quieter, and somehow more final. Praise is rare, silence is expected, and mistakes are remembered.
The Black siblings
@Yasmin
The Black siblings
The Black siblings