What House Is Sirius Black Novels & Stories

And so, hours later, I found myself standing in front of Damian’s parents. The Blackwood estate was everything you’d expect from old money: sprawling marble halls, chandeliers dripping crystals, portraits of stern ancestors glaring down from gilded frames. It smelled like wealth, like legacy, like judgment. Damian’s mother, Seraphina Blackwood, sat in a high-backed chair that looked more like a throne than furniture. She was regal, beautiful in a chilling way — diamonds glittering at her throat, her silver hair swept into a perfect chignon. Her eyes, however, were ice.

“But just know that I’m not taking no for an answer.” A small, nervous laugh slipped from my lips. “You don’t give up easily, do you?” “Never.” Moments later, we were standing outside the gates of the Blackwood mansion. Vivienne’s house was a little farther down the winding street. She mentioned it casually as we said our goodbyes before continuing on her way, while I headed inside. The quiet of the house hit me the second I stepped inside. But I knew the maids were somewhere around the house, going about their regular chores. As for Deborah and Ashley, they were probably upstairs.

Just like a Presidential Convoy on earth but on a smaller scale. Black House has a similar look to a White House, but with a fantasy twist to it, it was a modern Castle. Instead of a light pole, we got a hovering Magic lamp all over the place, though it's not as high and large as Royal Palace, it was as Grand and Magnificent than any royal palace in Fantasma.

He certainly knew how much she disliked Dana on their first meet. Eira groaned in frustration. “Do I look like a tutor to him? I’d rather be left alone.” ____________ The Black Hall was a dodgy place fit for creatures of the night. It had been more than just a hall once, Nate could tell from the ruins at the front that greeted anyone who visited it. A castle, perhaps, that once belonged to a high lord. Alex claimed it to have belonged to him, but Nate didn’t believe that man. All that remained of it was a hall now with black walls and cracked marble floor beneath a dome-shaped ceiling made of painted glass that let water droplets in every time the clouds wept.

They calmed Black, bringing serenity and detachment from the whole world around him into his soul. A sofa with soft cushions stood almost in the very middle of the living room, on both sides of it - the same chairs. Behind the sofa, a meter and a half away, was a wall-mounted closet containing a huge plasma TV that Black never turned on. He did not understand at all why he had a TV in the house. But ... since he is, then ... let him stand for himself. Next to the TV is a music center into which a flash drive was inserted.