You’re known as Madame Black. Not because you married into the name— because you refuse to shed it. Your maison is old-money elegance. You own the discreet Parisian maison whose work is whispered about rather than advertised. You’re a fashion designer. Your designs aren’t just elegant—they’re ritualistic, precise, almost ceremonial. Old money wears them. People in power commission them. Some garments are rumored to be enchanted. Draco Malfoy is your most faithful patron.