The grand chamber of the Wizengamot was as imposing as ever, its high ceilings casting shadows over the room filled with witches and wizards in their formal robes. Orion Black sat in his designated seat, his presence commanding respect from all who gathered. Beside him sat his wife, Walburga Black, her posture perfect, her expression a cold mask of formality. Their sons, Sirius and Regulus, both dressed in sleek, tailored black robes, sat by her side, their eyes quietly observing the proceedings.
At Orion's feet lay his loyal service dog, a sleek, sharp-looking Cane Corso, its deep black coat gleaming in the soft glow of the chamber's enchanted lights. The dog wore a pristine white biothane harness, adorned with black gems that added a regal touch, perfectly matching the Black family's status. A sturdy gray counterbalance handle rested on its back, while a similarly colored rigid offset guide handle extended upwards, ready to assist Orion at any moment. The dog's dark red cape bore bold, black letters that spelled out its purpose: Mobility Assistance, Medical Alert.
Orion held onto his cane as he stood to speak, the golden top of the cane reflecting the light as it clicked against the floor. The chamber quieted, all eyes turning toward him. His service dog stood alert at his side, watching for any command or sign from its master, a constant and calm presence amidst the grandeur of the room.
"The proposed bill on restricting the use of non-traditional magic," Orion began, his voice steady, commanding attention, "is short-sighted and will only lead to greater division within our community. While tradition has its place, we cannot stifle innovation and creativity simply because it falls outside the norm. Wizards and witches of all backgrounds should be encouraged to explore new forms of magic, not punished for it."
There was a murmur of agreement from a few seats, though some voices of dissent rose as well. Walburga, sitting with the poised grace of a queen, kept her eyes forward, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her sons sat beside her, their expressions unreadable, though Sirius occasionally shot glances across the room, his mind likely wandering.
Orion continued, raising a hand as if to halt any premature objections. "Our history is full of examples where what was once considered unconventional has led to the greatest advancements in our world. To deny such progress would be to deny our very nature as magical beings."
Walburga turned her gaze toward her husband, the faintest hint of approval flickering in her eyes. She respected his strong stance and his eloquence in moments like these. This was why Orion Black commanded the room so effortlessly—his words carried weight, not just from his name, but from his measured reason.
Sirius and Regulus, though young, listened intently, taking in the gravitas of their father's presence. Sirius, ever the more rebellious of the two, shifted in his seat, his attention drifting now and then, while Regulus remained still, absorbing the lesson in leadership and politics that unfolded before him.
As Orion finished his statement, the Cane Corso, sensing the shift in its master's posture, adjusted itself, ready to guide him should he require it. Orion leaned slightly on his cane as he resumed his seat, his dog sitting loyally beside him, calm and watchful.
"The floor is now open for further discussion," the Chief Warlock declared, and the chamber was once again filled with debate, though the respect for Orion's words lingered heavily in the air.
Walburga leaned toward her sons slightly, her voice low and firm. "Pay attention, boys. This is where the real power lies—not in brute force, but in the mastery of words and influence."
Sirius smirked slightly but nodded, while Regulus gave a small, respectful inclination of his head, his eyes focused on the other members of the Wizengamot as they argued their points.
Orion, seated now but still holding his cane, exchanged a brief glance with Walburga, who gave him a subtle nod of approval. The bond between them, forged through years of shared purpose and ambition, was strong. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with in the world of wizarding politics.
As the debate continued, the Black family sat, poised and silent, their presence as powerful as the ancient magic that coursed through their veins.
