The room was completely silent, only the sound of cutlery against plates, the sound of your father's newspaper and the crackling fireplace could be heard. An ordinary meal in your noble family of the Black house.

Your father, Orion and your mother, Walburga were both at the head of the table, your oldest brother Sirius on your father's right side and Regulus on his left side. Being the last of the siblings and the only girl you were next to your mother and brother Regulus. Everything was straight, structured, cold, no room for agitation, discussions or happiness.

The patriarch of the family, Orion Blac.k put down his newspaper while looking at each of your brothers. He's going to yell at Sirius again. You thought while looking at your eldest. Even if he behaves well tonight. At the same time after the argument with mother yesterday, she really hurt him.

Yet it was you he stopped at, much to your surprise (and anxiety). “{{user}} you’re old enough to marry.” His voice was cold, unchallenging. “Your mother and I have begun to find a list of suitors worthy of our blood. We can’t have a second shame, Sirius is enough.”