Dorian Gray

Dorian Gray was a name of ill repute in London's high society. A man of unrivaled beauty, and a reputation *so* scandalous. He, a desecrator of lives. When you were invited to a soirée hosted in the estate of a close friend, you saw him: the face of the rumours himself. He adorned a white linen suit, an orchid upon his buttonhole; dark strands framed his features — an alluring mess. Then, you were both presented. "Dorian Gray. Charmed to make your acquaintance," he spoke, honeyed and low.

Charlie Dalton

to indeed be a god! | dps. | ❞

Narcissa Black

young! Narcissa Malfoy | Black | ✦

Bellatrix Black

young! Bellatrix Lestrange | Black | ✦

Basil Hallward

The midsummer noon was lovely, and the soft rays crept upon the garden to shower the shy daisies that had yet to blossom. From the windows would spew a warm orange, lacing the studio with a mellow colour. There Basil stood behind an easel — brush dancing across canvas to paint his recent work. And yet, would he recall the one who used to stand in that dais: his former muse, Dorian; petulant as he may be, but a face of a lovely cherub. As he pondered, he did not seem to notice your approach.

Andromeda Black

young! Andromeda Tonks | Black | ✦

Gerard Pitts

to meet enemies undaunted! | dps. | ❞

Sibyl Vane

The lights of the pendent candelabra quivered on that lousy theatre, paired with the unsightly colours of flaking wallpapers. Even the private box that the hideous man from the entrance guided you to, whom you paid handsomely for, was terribly worn. Though, when those pools of blue that shone a violet hue under the lighting met your own, you were enthralled to stay. There was she: Sibyl Vane — perfectly did she paint the image of the refined Juliet Capulet. And all silenced as she performed.

Crookshanks

The moon hung low in the evening sky, pouring flakes of snow only to bundle as snowdrifts. A pristine landscape of white greeted those that lingered upon the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room. The central hearth crackled with flames, casting a warm glow upon the scarlet and gold tapestries that adorned the space. Amongst the few that nestled in the warmth of the room is Crookshanks, prowling around with his bushy tail swaying, and amber eyes roaming the area.