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Accepted - Mundungus Fletcher

severus-tobias

submitted:                                                    Mundungus Fletcher App            

(To be completely honest I ended up getting an app done for Mundungus and an app done for Amos and just ended up flipping a coin to settle which one was being submitted. If you’d like to see the Amos one I don’t mind sending that in as well but didn’t want to overwhelm you with my indecisiveness)

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone: Nat/25/EST

Activity Level: 7 at the moment

Ships/Anti:Ships: N/A outside of acknowledging that my characters usually lean toward the queer side.

Did you read the rules? Yes.

IC Information:

Character Name: Mundungus Age/Birth date: 20, December 13

Faceclaim: Robert Sheehan, Jeremy Allen White, Christopher Larkin Occupation: Petty Thief/Dealer of Wizarding Artefacts Blood Status: Half-blood

Traits: + Adaptive - There’s never a dull day for Mundungus. Between outwitting the public and making sure he has a meal and place to stay for the night, he’s been good at keeping busy. Having no proper roof over his head has left him relying on bars, benches, and shopfronts as a place to lay low.

- Greedy - Mundungus is prone to putting his own needs first, often caring little about how others may feel about his actions.

+ Persistent - He doesn’t give up easily and will usually do whatever it takes to get his way.

- Deceitful - Prone to lying and manipulating as a way of getting things to go in his favor. He prides in being able to talk his way out of most sticky situations.

+ Cunning - Mundungus is quick to find a different way of doing something to achieve an end goal. If one tactic fails he can usually come up with an alternative in doing things to achieve what he initially wanted.

- Self-Reliant - Mundungus doesn’t trust easily. He’s been used to doing things for himself since age five and has come to believe he is the only one he can rely on and trust.

Patronus: Hippo

Boggart: Dementors - although sticking to petty theft and avoiding getting into physical fights, Mundungus fears he may be blamed for something bad enough to land him in Azkaban.

Key Points: - Mundungus’ parents were not the best. They were prone to picking drugs, alcohol, and partying over their child’s needs. He was often shipped up to his grandparents for weeks a time.

- His grandparents eventually gained custody of him. The damage from a neglect filled childhood proved to be something they struggled with while raising him.

- It was believed that Mundungus couldn’t talk when he first got to Hogwarts. The eleven-year-old was quiet and didn’t seem to trust anyone, only speaking up after several weeks spent keeping a calculated eye on his peers and professors.

- Humor is one of Mundungus’ coping mechanisms. He will usually laugh if it’s a serious matter or something stressful. He’s come to believe that making light of a situation makes things easier to handle.

- The invite into the Order came as a surprise. Mundungus had planned on remaining neutral until he figured out which group would give the best offer. Having heard whispers of the group that focused on dark magic had him curious. Dumbledore gave a good pitch though and the Professor had always been kind to him regardless of how he behaved. He didn’t have much of a choice since he would have felt guilty if he said no. He wouldn’t be surprised if the death eaters tried to approach him as well since he knows the inner workings of most of the wizarding world’s thieves.

- Mundungus has a strict code of sticking to petty theft. He usually steals enough to get by and leaves it at that. The idea of murder or attacking someone is downright unthinkable at the moment.

- He gets a kick out of dealing fake wizarding items to gullible witches and wizards. The world around him has been growing more and more chaotic so having a bit of humor in what he sells to the masses has become a way of staying entertained.

- Mundungus doesn’t have a place to call home. He sometimes has enough cash to be able to book a few nights at the Leaky Cauldron. Bad spending habits and poor money management skills usually leave him scrambling for a place to sleep at the end of the day.

- He isn’t above sleeping with someone if it means a temporary roof over his head and a warm meal. Unfortunately, he isn’t one for having serious relationships and usually gets kicked out once his partner realizes they were being used.

Changes/Extra Info: N/A past me going can we have the Gilderoy friendship being more him finding him entertaining than anything else?

Para Sample: (He’s a new muse of mine so this is hella rusty. My apologies.)

“This just in, the newest in protecting yourself from dark magic,” Mundungus crooned, his right arm holding the edge of his cloak to expose the worthless trinkets he had for sale. Shiny metallic objects clung to the inside of his cloak, each one looking brand new despite proving to be useless once tested.

A witch approached and he forced one of his politest smiles, looking her in the eye when she questioned what a small silver circle was for.

“Aye, you’ll love this,” He exclaimed and took one out, promptly sticking it to his forehead. Mundungus allowed his arms to shake a little before speaking again. “I can feel it now - all my fears have washed away.”

He let his shoulders relax after that and gave her a calm looking smile. “Works every time.”

“What’s the price?” The witch asked and reached into her purse, grabbing a few coins.

“Three sickles for one. We’ve got a deal of three for eight sickles today only,” He murmured, eyes lighting up when she produced eight sickles.

“I’ll take three,” She sighed. “One for myself, my husband, and our child.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” He offered the three items after pocketing her coins. “You won’t regret this.”

She wandered off and he looked around in search of his next victim, edging close to a family until he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Mundungus quickly removed the sticker from his forehead and narrowed his eyes. Someone must have tipped the auror office off again since there was an official on the opposite side of the street.

“Bollocks,” He added a few other curse words under his breath and tied his cloak together, promptly placing a hat over his head so he could blend in with the crowd.

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Accepted - Caradoc Dearborn

xregulus

submitted:                                                    i am the weakest ever!!            

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Dawn/26/MST

Activity Level- 7.5/10 sorry this whole working from home thing has been driving myself crazy, but I think I finally found a nice pace.

Ships/Anti-Ships- Caradoc is married to Millie

Did you read the rules? I did!

IC Information:

Character Name- Caradoc Dearborn

Age- 24

Occupation- Obliviator and member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad

Traits- positive: compassionate, charismatic, patient. negative: know-it-all, workaholic, obsessive.

Faceclaim- Iain De Caestecker, Sebastian Stan, Armie Hammer

KEY POINTS

Growing up as an only child definitely places the weight of the world on your shoulders, ‘bring joy and pride to the family name’ was Caradoc’s farewell when he first departed for Hogwarts, his parents being from ancient pureblood families and having respectable jobs would only have contact with the top families in the wizarding world. Usually Caradoc wouldn’t be one to complain. He had it easy for a pureblood, yes the expectations were still the same, grandparents from both sides were still pretty set on the notion of blood purity, he was the only son of an only son, the weight of passing on the name rested on his shoulders. His mother was of ancient pureblood heritage, but he had uncles to pass the name on that side. But even with the responsibility of keeping the Dearborn line alive, Caradoc never felt the pressure that most people his age, some even younger, were going through. He was lucky to have the parents he had, they had endured the pureblood life, and for quite some time forced Caradoc into it, because no one escapes the lifestyle, but they had always wanted something better for him, they had always wanted a better world.

Caradoc grew up with children who believed that they were royalty and it was this fact, being surrounded by people like them that would make him realize that if he really wanted a change in the world it would have to start with him. After he was old enough to realize that the world was a more complex place he decided to talk to his parents. They told him that it was only out of fear that his grandfather would take him away from them that had made them endure the pureblood lifestyle. From that day on they stopped mingling with the purists, still some of their close friends were more open minded and provided better company for the growing Caradoc. There were some events they could not easily escape, Caradoc was after all heir to the Dearborn state. But knowing that his parents didn’t share the radical world views filled him with hope. He was allowed to chose his own friends, to stop talking to the people he didn’t want to talk. To become his own person.  

Hogwarts was a wonderful time for Caradoc, he fit right in his house, being what was expected of a Ravenclaw. He made friends, and more importantly he was exposed to muggle culture. He had a chance to learn more about muggles through his classmate and housemates, and he more than ever understood the need to stand by them. But nothing lasts forever and the freedom he experienced at school was cut short when he graduated, his grandfather expected him to take care of the family business, firmly declaring that no one escapes the pureblood life, but Caradoc was not a little kid anymore, and with no way for his grandfather to hold the upper hand Caradoc turned down his inheritance, moved out of the family manor, and started his new life. As a last act of defiance he joined the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes as an Obliviator, not a fancy position like his grandfather would’ve demanded of him, but as part of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, he spends his life protecting muggles from the magic around them.

Things are changing, have been for a while, something sinister lurks in every corner. The cases he’s been assigned, the things he has had to erase from people’s minds are getting darker with each passing day. When the invitation to join the order arrived, Caradoc knew he had to join, all his life he looked to do the right thing, to be a better person than those around him, than those before him. But as it becomes clear that they are in for something bigger than themselves he started to wonder what the future might hold. The person he was when the war started had known in his heart that he was not going to make it out alive, and he had made peace with it, and he had been more than ready to jump into action and die a hero. That was how things had always been at home. The job, protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves had always come first. But now, now there’s something more, something screaming that maybe dying a hero is not all there is in life, that what is the point on fighting for a brighter future if he’s going to be dead to see it. A flash of a future, every time he looks into her eyes.  

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Accepted - Emma Vanity

queen-ofsunshine

submitted:                                    

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Dixie/26/EST

Activity Level- 6-7. Im around a lot at night but I have kiddos and some days it doesnt happen

Ships/Anti-Ships- None really

Did you read the rules? Yes I did

IC Information:

Character Name- Emma Vanity

Age/Birthdate- 23, July 8th

Faceclaim- Camilla Mendes, Marie Avgeropoulos, Shay Mitchell

Occupation- Curse Breaker

Blood Status- Pureblood

Traits- Quick-witted, resourceful, Diligent Crass, Reckless, Chaotic

Patronus- tiger

Boggart- Her own corpse

Key Points- Emma was raised with Death Eater Idealogies. She isn’t inherently an evil person, but that’s all she’s ever known and she’s unwilling to learn anything on the contrary. She’s too self absorbed to admit ignorance. –Emma was a hat-stall during her sorting ceremony. She very easily could have tipped the line into Ravenclaw instead, but her attitude and general chaotic nature put her squarely into Slytherin House in the end. No one ever questioned that it was where she was supposed to be. –Emma is a TRUE Chaotic Neutral. She’s the type of person who lights fires just to laugh while they burn.

Changes/Extra Info- None really! I don’t know so much about the betrothal  but I’m not against it, I just want to plot to feel more comfy with it.

Para Sample-

The hallways in the Ministry seemed to whisper to her as she walked through them tonight. The middle of the night seemed to be the only time when the Department of Mysteries was even remotely accessible to her, free from prying eyes. Her assignment last week had gone unfinished, a curse unbroken, and she couldn’t seem to rest until she had figured out why. Why had they pulled her off of the case? Why had records she’d written with her own hands been sealed away from her? What about the curse she’d been chasing had alerted officials to pull her so far from it that she was now lurking through empty hallways in the middle of the night? Emma’s mind was racing, desperate for answers and hyper focused on the path that led her to them. She approached a door, pulling a wand that didn’t belong to her from inside her robes. With a smirk, she touched the tip of it to the identification meter and breezed through the doorway as it opened for her. In the morning, the security measures would say that Charity Burbage entered this hall tonight, while Emma Vanity slept peacefully in Wiltshire. The very thought made her laugh to herself, the sound echoing in the silence. As if Charity Burbage had the mind to find her way to the Department of Mysteries, let alone inside it’s walls. Enchanted wooden doors slid themselves closed behind her as she strode forward into the bright shelves, full of interesting orbs and decidedly dangerous objects. She was quick to find her name among files, allowing few distractions as she skimmed names and thoughts. Emma’s fingers danced over the file she’d come searching for, pulling it from the shelf and laying it open to read just as a sound alerted her to someone else’s presence. As if in tune with every single sound around her, she stood up very slowly, black hair flowing down her back. The magic in her voice was nearly palpable when she smirked and spoke. “Fancy seeing you here, lover."

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Accepted - Dirk Cresswell (SAW)

themckinnongirl

submitted:                                                    Dirk Cresswell Application            

IC Information:

Character Name- Dirk Arwyn Cresswell

Age- 19,  August 27th 1959.

Occupation- Full Time Goblin Liaison Office Employee. Part Time Advocate for Goblins Rights, writes articles which he attempts to sell to newspapers.

Traits ( 3 Positive / 3 Negative )-

+ Dedicated, Compassionate, Pragmatic.

- Obsessive,  Curious ,  Defensive.

Faceclaim- ( Must include 3 options )- Timothee Chalamet,

                                                            George MacKay

                                                            Avan Jogia

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Accepted - Severus Snape

azalea-writes

submitted:                                    

Regular Application

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Nat / 25 / EST

Activity Level- I’ll say an 8 for this month since I’m working from home. Usually a solid six due to working three jobs. Two of them do not exist for the time being so the extra free time has me going nah I know I’ll be on at least once daily. Maybe a break in between of days spent posting replies but I’ll be available to plot in between virtual meetings for my full-time position.

Disclaimer: Hi, I’m chronically ill and sometimes may require a few days of being absent if I am in too much pain to function. That being said I am usually good about communicating that and can say it doesn’t happen frequently.

Ships: Severus/M, Severus/Happiness

Anti-Ships: *makes a face* I’m anti-Snily but will happily write Severus awkwardly missing their friendship and him not knowing how to express that in a positive way. That said, if things ever came down to him having to harm Lily he would 100% hesitate in that and likely blow his cover.

Did you read the rules? Yes!

IC Information:

Character Name: Severus Snape

Age: 20 (willing to play him at age 19 if y'all would prefer)

Occupation: Potion Apprentice at Diagon Alley’s Apothecary

Traits: + Clever - Stubborn + Loyal to those he’s decided he can trust - Blunt + Ambitious - Stoic

Faceclaim: Richard Harmon, Aneurin Barnard, Adam Driver

Key Points:

- Severus did not have a happy childhood. His father was abusive and his mother tried to show she loved him but those moments were always ruined by Tobias. If given the chance, he would happily torture his father and not have any second thoughts about it. He tries to visit his mother once a week but doesn’t go anywhere near his old home if Tobias is there.

- Severus worked every summer from his fourth through seventh year of Hogwarts and saved up to be able to get a rundown flat in Diagon Alley. He didn’t return home and doesn’t talk about his living situation since the place isn’t the best. Having his own space and not needing to worry about his family trying to control him made getting the small space worth it.

- Sarcasm is a defense technique. Severus struggles with picking up on social cues and often cannot differentiate between someone joking or being serious. He finds it easiest to snap out a rude remark instead of taking the time to read between the lines

- Severus’ newest project is the wolfsbane potion. He is trying to adapt it and see if there is a way to make a stronger and more cost-effective potion than the one that is currently available. He isn’t a werewolf sympathizer and is tackling the potion because he is curious and believes the current practice is outdated.

- His only companion is a one-eyed cat he saved from the streets. He will totally deny being attached to the mangy creature but the two have become inseparable when he is at home.

Biography:

The pregnancy was a mistake. The mother was secretly overjoyed and the father was enraged that the teen said she was keeping it. She was newly seventeen when she mumbled about her period being late. Tobias did something he rarely did - he prayed. Prayer after prayer that Eileen was lying or had somehow miscounted the weeks and that the test was a false positive. Luck was not on his side though and he quickly decided the child was something sinister. He was no help to Eileen and became enraged when her parents insisted the two wed so the baby wasn’t born as a bastard. Tobias had just enough savings to get a rundown home for the three of them. Fake smiles got them through the small ceremony and Eileen quickly learned just how horrible her husband was.

The baby was born on a dreary day in January. She only had a medi-witch at her side and delivered the boy on her own, giving him the name Severus Tobias in the hope that might make her husband learn to like him. Tobias was too busy drinking to care about the arrival of his son.

Severus had an unhappy childhood. His mother was constantly working to support the rundown home the three shared and make sure food was on the table. His father spent his time blowing their savings on the bar. He accepted that Tobias wanted nothing to do with him at age three. The man came home drunk one evening and found Severus out of bed when he should have been sleeping. The rage and punches that flew down on the toddler’s form were just the beginning of a childhood spent in anguish. Severus was taught it was best to keep out of sight and stay quiet. His mother’s presence in the home was brief since she was always picking up odd jobs, but it was enough to let Severus know that someone cared about him.

The early years of his life were spent avoiding being home as much as he could. It was easy enough to wander but there was no escaping the fact that the other people who lived near him looked down on him and his family. His hair was too long and unkempt, his clothes barely fit him, and he had a negative attitude that caused other children to ignore him. The loneliness changed on a day when he met the redheaded girl that would serve as the only beacon of hope in his life.

The two became friends and both got accepted at Hogwarts. The arrival there put a strain on their friendship since she was sorted into Gryffindor and he was placed in Slytherin. It was quickly made clear that his housemates did not approve of his friendship with Lily.

Classes with the Gryffindors were Severus’ personal hell. He became a target of James Potter and his friends and only ever reacted by lashing out at them. They were ruthless and he couldn’t do anything to get them to leave him alone. The struggle in dealing with them and his growing frustration caused a few upperclassmen to take an interest in him. He didn’t think much of the so-called “friendships” with the purebloods in his house until the day he slipped up and used the word “mud-blood.” The devastating blow fractured his friendship with Lily and left him feeling as though a piece of himself was missing.

His final year at Hogwarts was full of hatred and resentment. The Slytherin paid more attention to his housemates than ever. An offer to join the death eaters was something he quickly took, managing to earn his mark just weeks after graduating. He wanted to prove he wasn’t as worthless as everyone said and would whatever it took to make it to the top. The Death Eaters gave him a sense of belonging and his working at the potions shop gave him a leg up on the other recruits - he was better connected and had access to a shop in Diagon Alley.

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Accepted - Frank Longbottom

amelia-lia-bones

submitted:                                    

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone-

Kate, 25, EST

Activity Level-

8 - hopefully i’ve already demonstrated that I’m around most days and super committed to this group!

Ships/Anti-Ships-

alice & frank for sure!! I mean, I’m all about chemistry, but they’re already married plus they’re such an otp, so I can’t wait to dive into that dynamic!

Did you read the rules?

yes!

IC Information:

Character Name-

Frank Algernon Longbottom

Age/Birthdate-

24, August 27, 1954

Faceclaim-

ian harding, chace crawford, henry golding

Occupation-

auror!

Blood Status-

pureblood

Traits- Include at least 3 positive and 3 negative.

+ level headed + quick to laugh + humble - guarded - indecisive - anxious

Patronus-

golden retriever – frank’s patronus fits his personality wonderfully. like a golden retriever, he is fiercely loyal to those he loves, easygoing, and fun to be around. also like a golden retriever, he looks a little tougher than he necessarily is.

Boggart-

well, frank would imagine that his boggart would be alice dead, but since they’re both in the heart of the action as aurors and members of the order, he’s become very familiar with the reality that that is a very real possibility in their lives, and though he’s still absolutely terrified of that, it isn’t his boggart anymore.

his true boggart would take the form of a dark mist. frank’s greatest fear is the approaching darkness that he knows is coming, and he’s convinced that it’s going to infiltrate the lives of the people he loves.

Key Points-

Frank Longbottom would be the first to tell you that he had a pretty idyllic childhood. His parents loved one another and loved him, and they had enough money that he never wanted for anything. Sure, his mother could tend toward the stricter side, and it was a bit lonely not having any siblings, but they were a well respected pureblood family, so Frank had plenty of friends to take the place of brothers and sisters. The Longbottom family has always been very good at playing the middle ground in the divisions between various pureblood families, so they remain to this day a recognized family in the sacred 28. Frank’s parents were no different – they didn’t necessarily believe that muggles and muggleborns were any less than themselves, but they also didn’t feel the need to speak those thoughts openly, and no one in the Longbottom family so far has ever married anyone less than half-blood. This left the family in the prime position to float in many different social circles, which resulted in Frank being friends with both families like the Potters and families like the Blacks.

This made things a little complicated when Frank arrived at Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, following his mother’s side of the family instead of the typical Longbottom sorting of Ravenclaw. It was harder for Frank to remain neutrally involved in relationships from his childhood in Gryffindor than if he had been a Ravenclaw, but he still did the best he could to maintain relationships, even with the friends he had who had been sorted into Slytherin. He was turned off any time one of them said something hateful about one of his housemates, but in typical Longbottom fashion, Frank was always one to keep his thoughts to himself, wanting to preserve the relationship.

Frank always knew that he was destined to be an Auror – his father had been one before moving into the administration of the DMLE, his grandfather had been one, his uncle currently was one. It was the honorable thing to do, and something every Longbottom male had a passion for after Frank’s grandfather had been killed by Grindelwald. So no one was surprised when Frank joined the Auror office after graduating from Hogwarts.

Things began to change for Frank when he met Alice Fawley. A few years younger than Frank, Alice joined the Aurors when he was in charge of helping with the trainees, and he fell fast for younger witch. Alice had grown up with far more outspoken parents, and she had followed in their footsteps to be very active in the cause for muggle & muggleborn rights. Frank loved that about her, and the way she spoke of the inequality in the wizarding world began to make Frank consider things he had never before thought of. He proposed quickly to her, despite his father’s concerns that Miss Fawley wasn’t quite “proper” enough, and they were married soon after engagement.

It was Alice who had led both of them to join the Order, but Frank was enthusiastic as well about this new way to fight. As an auror, it’s easy for Frank to read the writing on the wall and know that a war is brewing, despite the fact that most of the wizarding society seems to be in denial about that fact, and he’s happy for a chance to fight in ways that even being an auror won’t allow. He can’t deny that he’s concerned for Alice’s safety in this war – she’s a little too ready to dive into the fight – but he knows her better than to think that he can stop her from fighting, so he’ll happily fight alongside her instead.

Changes/Extra Info-

nothing I can think of!

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Not Accepted - Maribelle Beuton

nessascribbles

submitted:

Original Character Application

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Nessa / 25 / EST

Activity Level- 6

Ships/Anti-Ships- Uhhh none atm? I’d like Remus tbh but like yeah I care more about chemistry and so on

Did you read the rules? Yeah my dude

IC Information:

Character Name- Maribelle Beuton/Cardon

Age/Birthdate- 21 / October 29th

Faceclaim- Phoebe Tonkin is my #1, but also Blake Lively or Ana de Armas

Label- The Vengeful

Loyalty- Neutral / Fuck this shit

Former House- Ravenclaw

Occupation- Embroiderer at Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions

Blood Status- Half-blood

Patronus- Leopard

Boggart- Her mother’s body and Pierre

Traits- - Best Traits -

Intelligence: Maribelle learns quickly and knows a large array of things. She could have been an Auror, a Cursebreaker, or anything else alike it, but under such a vigilant stare she knows she couldn’t be able to do what she needs to, so she decided to go for something simpler. Plus, if they knew what she was, then they’d never let her in.

Creativity: From making dresses, painting, drawing, to writing, she just enjoys making. Creating. She likes making things that make other smile, and it’s one of the few moments anyone can see a softness to her.

Confident: She knows what she’s worth, wolf or not. She’s still a witch that can and will kick your ass.

- Worst Flaws -

Vengeful: She can’t let things go. She remembers too well, and keeps track of what people have done to her to use in the future against them.

Distant: She likes to keep people at an arm’s length, even those she knows don’t really know her.

Harsh: Life is seen very black and white to her sometimes, and either you agree with her or you’re wrong. It’s quite simple to her.

Aesthetic-

Key Points-  I wrote a bio cause I don’t know how to control myself https://docs.google.com/document/d/14A4o6IOPixmxb_yhNSbSpZ65Osdod-Cv-ADBITYJy0k/edit?usp=sharing

Was born in France to Elodie Cardon. She had been unfaithful to her pureblood husband due to his cold personality with a muggle man.

Once her husband found out he began looking for her as she ran

She managed to hide in london with her muggle lover but not for long

When Maribelle was fifteen her family sans muggle man was attacked by a pack of werewolves hired by Victor, they killed Elodie and bit Maribelle.

Maribelle apparated home and called whoever her head of house was who called Dumbledore and thus they helped her and hid what she was. Since Remus was already as the shrieking shack or out with the marauders I imagine they got her another place far from everyone on the full moon and etc etc since she’s in her 6th year and shes against not graduating

She graduates and comes to appreciate the wolf within and once graduated begins working as a seamstress for Madam Malkin and is like YEET at the war

Connections- Anyone who wants one is more than welcome to have one! I’m also open to any being added! Maybe Sybil Trewlaney, Septima Vector, and Ludo as friends? Maybe Ludo as an ex? I DONT KNOW!

Extra Info- See Bio?

Para Sample-

When Link’s mother died it had been an unceremonious funeral, what was left of her group and his father. It’d been private, kept only to those closest to her for the ceremony, and in the end it’d been just him and his father by his mother’s grave, sitting quietly as the sun set.

It was private, they had space to mourn, and cry, and just be silent as they stared at the headstone that now represented a mother, wife, and accomplished Knight that died for her Kingdom. It felt calm despite the pain, and then there was today.

Hyrule Castle was enormous, decorated in black cloth that hung on each wall, table, and Knight alike with the symbol of the Crown on it in gold. He’d been here before, a couple of times, but he’d never gone anywhere but the Knight’s quarters, and it was certainly grandeur Link had never seen and was not used to. He’d been to the Zora Domain once, only once, and while it was much larger, it was open and somehow that made the place look less daunting, and of course, Princess Mipha had shown Link all around the Domain when he wasn’t training with the Knights and they’d gone off on a quest somewhere for something. Hyrule Castle on the other end felt cold, large, and somehow not… welcoming.

It was a funeral, it was to be expected, but it still made Link fidget with the ends of his black clothes as he walked along the halls behind his father that gave commands on keeping the Castle safe due to so many people coming to visit and pay respects. It was strange, so different from the funerals he’d attended, which were more than a child of eight should have attended at such a young age, but when his father was a Knight, death became more of a companion than a shadowy figure looming in the distance.

This was… once more, grand. Public.

“Urbosa should be arriving shortly, make sure to guide her to the Princess’ quarters, she’ll want to see her,” Link’s father says, voice firm and heavy, making Link look up and tilt his head, confused by why he sounded so tired when the day had just begun.

“Yes, Sir,” The Knight beside him says, nodding once and bowing his head in respect before running off to do as told, Link staring after him, imitating the bow.

“Link,” His father says beside him, making him jump slightly and look up with a sheepish smile. “I need to to be safe today, a lot of people will be coming, and I need you to also be on your guard, I will be attending to several guests, making sure everyone is doing as they must, can I count on you, little solder?” He asks.

“Yes!” Link says standing up straight and bowing like he’s been taught, though no where near as practiced at the others, he still managed to look respectful, making his father chuckle under his breath, ruffling his too long dark blonde hair.

“Good, now, make sure not to get into any trouble,” His father says moving down to one knee, a mischievous glint in his eye. “And if you do, don’t get caught,” He says poking Link’s nose who giggles shaking his head.

“Dad, I won’t get into any trouble,” Link says back rubbing his nose, though the fit of giggles doesn’t stop. “I promise.”

“I believe you,” His father says standing back up, saluting his son who mirrors him. “Now go on, I have to go meet Princess Mipha.”

“Can I see her later?” Link asks excitedly, his father already beginning to walk and chuckle at his son’s excitement to see the Zora Princess.

“I don’t see why not, take care, son,” His father says and disappears behind a pair of large doors towards where everyone is arriving.

Link smiles, watching his father go before turning moving to a nearby window. Outside people gather and as his father said, Mipha has arrived, smiling kindly like a Princess always should - or so he thought whenever he imagined a princess, someone soft and good and beautiful.

He sighs, leaning his chin on his arms on the edge of the window, Link hoped he’d be able to swim as well as she did someday, maybe even impress her, though she did seem to be surprised with his agility with a sword and spear.

(etc etc this goes on but I think that’s enough XD also yes it’s present tense but I know this is probably past tense so yeah)

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Amelia Bones

andibelieveindestiny

submitted:

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone - Kate, 25, EST

Activity Level- 8

Ships/Anti-Ships- Open to exploring, I don’t have anything set in my mind.

Did you read the rules? Yes

IC Information:

Character Name- Amelia Bones

Age/Birthdate- 24, January 17, 1954

Faceclaim- Caterina Scorsone; camilla luddington, shelley hennig

Occupation- employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Blood Status- pureblood

Traits-

+ loyal & affectionate — with those she is close to, Amelia is fiercely loyal to those relationships and unafraid to show affection. She would do anything for the ones she cares about, and those that fall in that category know it. + steady — being the oldest sibling (even if she only beat Edgar by 2 minutes) has given Amelia a strong sense of purpose and responsibility from an early age. When chaos may reign around her, she is not easily swayed from her intentions and always follows through. + resourceful & determined — being the only girl in the family and having a difficult relationship with her mother, who has never expected much of her except for domesticity, Amelia has an inner fire of determination to prove herself, which sent her into working with the Ministry. She has proven herself a great asset to the ministry with her resourceful nature, solving problems with ease and earning herself a great reputation with her superiors. - hard to read — While Amelia has an incredible gift for reading others, she tends to hold the cards close to her chest when it comes to herself. Those around her may think that they know her, but there is so much more below the surface that she allows very few to glimpse. This can put a damper on her ability to play well as part of a team, particularly with her work in the Order. - idealistic — Amelia has always had high ideals for how the world and the people around her should be. She has a hard time accepting things that don’t fall into that idealism, and this can cause tension in her that she tends to internalize, but only motivates her to work harder, whether she’s working for something achievable or not. She can’t easily let go of something and can too quickly form a judgement of something that doesn’t fit into her ideals. - ambitious but insecure –  Amelia has great ambitions, wanting to rise in the ranks of the Ministry and prove herself a valuable asset to the Order, but she doesn’t have great confidence in herself. She carries a deep sense of insecurity from her childhood that can cause her to become ambitious to the point of recklessness in her desire to prove herself.

Patronus- an owl – like her patronus, Amelia carries herself with an impression of wisdom and a serene disposition that easily puts others at ease. She has a sharp ability to see through various dynamics and read people, and she’s not afraid to use that knowledge to her advantage.

Boggart - a cubicle — Amelia’s great fear is of failure, and for her, failure would be others not seeing her as valuable. She has always wanted to work for the Ministry, but looks at those who are stuck in a mere cubicle as not being valuable enough to do real meaningful work. If she was ever placed in a position that left her in a cubicle as only a paper pusher, her fears of being seen by others as a failure would come to fruition.

Key Points -

+ Amelia has always been close to her two brothers, particularly her twin brother Edgar. Born two minutes apart, the two have always been quick to stick together, and Amelia would do anything for Edgar and their younger brother. They don’t always see eye to eye on everything, but they share a deep connection that has always seemed to have an element of magic to it. Amelia feels it in her bones when Edgar is hurt or in danger and vice versa, which has made their work in the Order fraught with emotional significance.

+ Amelia and Edgar’s father was killed in front of them when they were 13 for speaking out against the Death Eaters, which has had a ripple effect in their lives. Amelia can be quick to run in relationships because of her fear of losing others, but to those she’s closest to, she has a tendency to hold on too tight. Edgar has often joked that she can be suffocating in her need to protect those around her. This has also fueled her desire to fight, which was why she sought a position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and why she is fighting in the Order.

+ Amelia has felt a significant pressure from her mother to be a respectable pureblood woman. Her duty was always to settle down and make a family, but that has never been something that Amelia is interested in. Maybe someday she’d want a family, but not if it in any way interfered with her ability to have a meaningful career within the Ministry. To this day, Amelia’s relationship with her mother is strained because of the choices she consistently makes, and she has a deep need to prove to herself and her mother that she is more than just a pretty face.

Changes/Extra Info- Nothing I can think of!

Para Sample – I was hurrying to get this in on time, so it’s a sample from a previous roleplay. I hope that’s okay!

“Bellatrix, if you keep going like this, you’re going to ruin your marriage.” “Why should I care about my marriage?” “Because somewhere in that stubborn heart of yours, I know you love Rodolphus, and I know he loves you too.”

Bellatrix growled as she rolled over in her bed, trying to get Narcissa’s words out of her head. Who did Narcissa think she was, meddling in Bellatrix’s personal life. It was none of her damn business whether Bellatrix was a good wife or not. Just because Narcissa had found love in her future marriage didn’t mean that Bellatrix had to. Narcissa might be content with her destiny to become a perfect wife and mother, but Bellatrix had a different life to lead, one where she would accomplish more important things. She was the right hand to the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard of all time. She didn’t have time to fulfill the duties of a perfect wife.

And yet, why couldn’t she get her sister’s words out of her head? Why were they taunting her, keeping her from sleep? Irritated with the knowledge that she wasn’t going to get to sleep anytime soon, Bellatrix slipped out from under the covers onto the floor, pulling on a bathrobe and slippers and heading across the room, her slippered feet making no noise. Silently and swiftly, she pulled open her bedroom door and shut it after herself so as not to wake her sleeping husband, who was oblivious as always to the doings of his wife. Wrapping her arms around herself, she headed down the stairs, thankful that it was the dead of night and no one was around to cross her path. She made her way outside to the sprawling backyard of the mansion that her husband had inherited upon their marriage. She kept walking past the gardens and the swimming pool, until she reached the tree line. Following a familiar path, she kept going until she caught sight of the creek that ran through the woods. Sitting down on a worn rock, Bellatrix pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, finally allowing herself to properly think now that she was alone.

Narcissa knew her well, despite their age difference, and Bellatrix knew that her sister only had her best interests at heart. And if Bellatrix were being completely honest with herself, she would be able to admit that Narcissa was right. There was a part of Bellatrix, however small, that cared for her husband. She admired his strength, his determination, his ruthlessness. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him–the way that he went in for the kill during a fight never failed to arouse her. And there was something more, too. The tenderness she saw in his eyes during those rare moments that the two got along. The way he always protected her from the jealousy of the other Death Eaters. The fact that he never underestimated her and didn’t insult her by trying to coddle or protect her during a fight. He was a fearless warrior and would make a good partner, if only they would stop loathing one another enough to admit their deeper feelings for one another.

Bellatrix knew that her marriage was in danger. Rodolphus cheated on her right and left and made no effort to hide it from her, and she didn’t give him the satisfaction of showing him that she cared at all, even if she did. After all, she was guilty of the same thing. She would choose power over him any day, and she could never give him what a husband rightly deserved from his wife–her heart. Too much of it belonged to the Dark Lord. She was in love with him, in love with the power he offered her, in love with the ideals that he fought for, in love with the way he demanded submission from his followers. She would give herself to him in an instant if he wanted her, no matter who she was married to or how much she cared for her husband. The Dark Lord would always come first in her heart.

So where did that leave Rodolphus? What did this all mean for her marriage? As much as stubborn Bellatrix hated to admit it, she didn’t know. Only time would tell.

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Ted Tonks

wintershawks

submitted:

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Simone / twenty-one / gmt

Activity Level- my country is currently on lockdown so my activity level should be a strong ten unless I have to go into work and then it will most likely be 6-7.

Ships/Anti-Ships- i’m open to any but i would like to stick to cannon (example: ted/andromeda)

Did you read the rules?- i did

IC Information:

Character Name- Edward ‘Ted’ Tonks

Age/Birthdate- Twenty-Four

Faceclaim- Sam Claflin, Cillian Murphy, Daniel Sharman

Occupation- Journalist

Blood Status- Muggle-Born

Traits-

+ Inquisitive, Generous and Good-Natured

- Wilful, Disorganised, Clumsy

Patronus- Bloodhound

Boggart- It takes the shape of a cowering individual or individuals, sometimes it’s his parents or other people he is especially close to. Ted’s worst fear is being feared.

Key Points-

Edward ‘Ted’ Tonks was the only child born to Edyth Tonks on the 12th of May, 1953. Ted grew up with little to nothing in the sense of possessions, his mother was a single parent working herself to the bone in order to keep a roof over their head. Despite the stress of the situation, his mother smothered him in doting affection throughout his childhood.

When he was growing up, strange and unexplained events would take place. Dinner plates would rattle when his mother attempted to force him to eat his greens, light-bulbs shattered when he grew frustrated and things in the small flat would go missing only to be found in places that didn’t make sense. It put a strain on the small family, they had no idea what it was but they knew that Ted was the cause. Edyth adopted a cautious attitude around him, uncertain and often unwilling to stick around in case she did something to set him off. The arrival of his Hogwarts letter both answered and created questions about the events that had been happening. Ted had been ecstatic to find out that magic was real and that he of all people had it. He had begged for weeks to go but his mother had reservations about the whole thing. She desired for her son to have all the things she couldn’t give him but she had wanted to keep him by her side for as long as possible.

When Ted finally made it to Hogwarts, it was everything he had dreamed and more. He was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff and placed in a room bigger than the one he had back home with a bed so plush he couldn’t sleep for weeks because he had gotten used to springs digging into his back. He made friends quickly with his kind demeanor but there were a few that looked at him with disdain for reasons he did not fully understand until he was older. Being a Muggle-Born brought a lot of challenges. He, like many others without magical parents, was far behind compared to those who had grown up surrounded by magic. It took extensive reading and badgering the professors for him to get to the high standard he had achieved later in his schooling. Ted was fortunate to never be on the receiving end of slurs but he had enough hexes in his arsenal to send the offenders packing and some charms (including his smile) to cheer up the victims.

Somewhere in his sixth year he found himself slipping clumsily into love with Andromeda Black. A girl so far out of his league that he almost wanted to ask Frank or Arthur if they happened to know how to cast the Obliviate spell yet. Ted felt the thrill from the secret meetings and the discreet conversations at the start of the relationship but the appeal fizzled out quickly. He spent the majority of their relationship with an ache in his chest that only grew when she slipped further from him. After graduation, Ted returned to muggle Birmingham to stay with his mother and had little contact with the wizarding world during the summer.

Life fell into place rather spectacularly after Hogwarts. Ted got an equivalent of a muggle apprenticeship at the Daily Prophet and landed a cozy little job as a journalist. He makes sure to send his mother a cut of his paycheck every month. He also married the girl of his dreams, Andromeda, and had a beautiful daughter named Nymphadora. Ted just hopes that his friends and family make it out of this war.

Changes/Extra Info-

I plan on creating my own content for Ted if I’m accepted but i thought i would share some of my favourite concepts for him!

Tumblr Posts:

https://marauderyouth.tumblr.com/post/113141100080/hes-ruddy-mad-for-you-you-know-yeah-yeah

https://t-tonkss.tumblr.com/post/101664123525/moodboard-edward-ted-tonks

https://tarajonesy.tumblr.com/post/185540121637/hogwartshousesnet-june-event-fathers-of-harry

https://mymischiefisnevermanaged.tumblr.com/post/182620754281/how-did-you-chose-the-name-for-your-daughter

Tiktoks that radiate Ted energy:

https://youtu.be/2S7Yak00e6E

Para Sample- Prompt: Heartbreak

december 19th, 1959.

“You can’t touch the stars, love.” Edyth whispered, “They’re out of our reach.”

The boy in her arms made a noise of protest, chubby fingers pressed stubbornly against the frosty window. The night sky was the clearest it had been in weeks and spots of silver twinkled ever so perfectly above the city. Men had been to the moon less than a year ago, Ted thought, it wouldn’t be long until everyone was traveling out into space. He and Hamish from flat 12b were going to be co-pilots and they would be the first Brummie boys to trot through the stars.

“One day I’m going to have my own star.” Ted declared.

June 3rd, 1971.

The couch moaned in distress as a second weight came to rest on its stained cushions. Ted didn’t need to open his eyes to know that his mother was watching him in concern. Ever since he had come back from Hogwarts, he had been more of a clutz than usual. Two plates were broken on his first night alone but he has managed to wave off his mother’s curious looks. Until now, perhaps he should have taken that plumbing job after all.

“Edward,” Edyth said softly, “Tell me what happened, please?”

Ted sat as still as he could in his seat, breath held at the back of his throat. He couldn’t talk about it just yet, the wound was fresh and his mind filled with ‘what if’. He had come back home for a chance to heal a little-not completely, that would never happen. Ted was every inch his mother’s son. The woman may have acted strong but she had never accepted the attention of another after his father, too hurt and raw to ever consider the idea.

He had known for years that this was how it would go. Yet, he had let himself admit his feelings, let himself slip further and think that perhaps if he said enough ‘I love you’s or then she would be convinced that it was worth something. ‘Girls like that don’t end up with boys like you’ Arthur had said during one of Frank’s love sick rants about Alice. Ted couldn’t help but feel like it was more of a jab towards him now.

“You were right ma’, you can’t touch the stars.”

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Rodolphus Lestrange

theelderlestrange

submitted:

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone - Isa / 25 / EST

Activity Level - Roughly 6/10; I have a fairly demanding job during the week, but am around on the weekends and during nights!

Ships/Anti-Ships - Honestly totally open here! I do see Rodolphus and Bellatrix’s marriage as more a marriage of politics/convenience rather than love, but am super flexible in my plotting depending on chemistry/other players’ canon, etc.

Did you read the rules? - I did!

IC Information:

Character Name - Rodolphus Lestrange

Age/Birthdate - 28; January 11th

Faceclaim - Sean Teale; Rami Malek; Jack Falahee

Occupation - Rodolphus works for the Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable, and annoyingly for him, it was not his first choice. Originally, Rodolphus had expressed to his father that he wanted to work for the International Magical Office of Law, looking to oversee the new petitions being put through. A quick conversation with his father ensured him that he was not needed there, ears already placed within that area of the Ministry. The Department of Mysteries was an interesting location, the Lestrange soon found, and he understood the necessity for where he was placed, able to pass on important information as well as overhearing things that were definitely relevant with his other line of work – being a Death Eater.

Blood Status - Pureblood

Traits …

+ Charming: While Rodolphus lacks genuine sincerity, he is good at faking it. He prides himself on being charismatic, reading the mood of the room and changing his attitude accordingly. He is able to pull out the charm in order to achieve his goals, but the entire charade has become second nature to him.

+ Dutiful: What leads Rodolphus in life is duty. He’s always been one to do just about anything to make his father proud and always step up to accept a challenge. It’s the way he’s been since day one, and he’s much better at it than his younger brother. Perhaps Rabastan is one of the reasons Rodolphus is so hard on himself. Everyone knows that as an heir of such an important family there is a lot rested upon Rodolphus’ shoulders, but it’s more than that. It’s like he’s trying to make up for his brothers slacking as of late. The two boys used to compete with each other over just about everything; Mr. Lestrange thought both boys would strive to be better if there was a competition with it, but Rodolphus always came out on the top. It seemed that after awhile Rabastan just gave up and let his brother do what needs to be done without caring that he still has his own responsibilities. Rodolphus doesn’t want to come off that way, so he always pushes himself to do his best.

+ Loyal:  He may not get too close to people, but the ones he does keep close are people he would never betray. If Rodolphus promises something he will honor it because he’s very blunt about things, meaning he wouldn’t have lied just to get someone off his back.

- Superficial: Outer beauty and how one presents themselves means a lot to Rodolphus. Coming from a family with money and power, he is quick to tell those who do not match his standards to get out of his sight.

- Self-Indulgent: Rodolphus has more money than any person needs, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend it. His residence is too big for one person, the price of his suits would make many pass out where they stood. He finds comforts in material items, and likes to show off when he comes into work, making a point that he is a man in charge.

- Calculating: Rodolphus can memorize and analyze. It works well for reading hundreds of pages of documents and finding out what in the stack of information is actually important. It works well for finding the weak parts in the wards around a house and either blowing them up or carefully patching them. He’s meticulous. That’s helped him become valuable to the Dark Lord quite quickly– finding every shred of evidence and wiping it out. Writing up complicated plans with contingency after contingency. He’s the person you want for strategy, be it preparing for a court case or a murder.

Patronus - Jackal

Boggart - Rodolphus’ greatest fear is literally fear itself, or more particular, of being so afraid that he is incapable of acting. This manifests itself in the form of ropes that bind and blind him.

Key Points -

EARLY CHILDHOOD

Rodolphus came to this world just like any other child. Just because people may see him as a monster in his later years, he was not born as the Devil’s spawn. He came into the world crying and laughed at things just like every other baby. Rodolphus Lestrange was full of joy and life, no matter what people may believe. He was not born as a the cold and cruel man people are used to seeing, but instead was shaped to be that way from his father mainly. The Lestrange family may be cruel and unforgiving, but Mr. Lestrange never hurt his children physically. He certainly let them know when they did something wrong, and perhaps hearing him yell stung more than any slap across the face, but he never lifted a hand or wand at his children. This doesn’t mean he was kind.

CHILDHOOD ILLNESS

When Rodolphus was six years old, he began to feel a little under the weather. He’d been at to visit his Grandfather at St Mungo’s, who due to his age, was susceptible to many illnesses. Unknown to any of the Lestrange family, he already had a strain of Dragon Pox in his system, but the care at Mungo’s had kept him from showing symptoms. Rodolphus was not so lucky. It had started off as a fever, with his mother force feeding him soup and various potions in an attempt to make him well again. When rashes began to appear, and Rodolphus grabbed his head in extreme agony before passing out, they knew it was far more serious. The Dragon Pox had already caused some of his organs to shut down, and bleeding had occurred under the skin where purple lumps had started to form.

Thankfully, the staff at St Mungo’s were quick to diagnose him and got him set on the right treatment immediately. It took Rodolphus six months to recover completely, and his skin held a green tint up until a week before his eighth birthday. Since he was able to comprehend what had happened to him, Rodolphus has been obsessed with keeping himself healthy, from proper diet to physical exercise. And since the nearly fatal incident, Rodolphus Lestrange has never been ill.

SORTING

Rodolphus was never particularly concerned as to where he should get sorted when he attended Hogwarts. The eleven year old had already had many lessons with his father introducing discipline, the meaning of purity and how to make sure he stayed worthy. At eleven, the Lestrange heir had voiced his indifference towards the entire event, as long as he was not sorted into Hufflepuff, due to its reputation, perhaps falsely, of being weak. What he had not expected, was to sit there, with the gaze of students and the hushed whispers, as the hat took an entire two and a half minutes to decide where it would place him. Rodolphus did not hope for Slytherin, nor did he particularly mind being placed there.

He knew the placement would please his father the most, but he was also aware that a Ravenclaw sorting would not have been objected either, with the house favoring scholars. Still, the cheers and loud applause that followed his sorting made him feel somewhat welcome, although he did not realise how much those two and a half minutes would come back to haunt him. When he argued with members of his house, and they accused him of not being a true Slytherin. When rumors spread that he begged the hat to place him in the house of Snakes. But the doubts stayed with him, and only fueled his future obsession with proving his worth.

FIRST INITIATION

Rodolphus had always known that, on some level, he was different. He is not like most of the students at Hogwarts, and different to many of the witches and wizards in Diagon Alley and the wider wizarding world. He does not think the same way, or react the same way. But he was always so similar to his father, and he had never had much of a reason to believe that Rabastan was any different to him – or at least, not in a way that was not simply the subtle way the all people were individuals – and so he had never given it much thought. When they were young, the two boys had been quite similar in fact; driven, vying for the attention of their father, competing to be the better Lestrange.

As they aged, however, it became apparent that the brothers were quite different, and not just because Rabastan’s behaviour changed. It seemed instead that they viewed life through very different lenses. Rabastan made connections easily, in a way that Rodolphus never had. But it was more than that: Rodolphus had never really understood others. Unless those others were analytical, and highly logical, Rodolphus could not understand their motivations. He did not understand crimes of passion, had never been able to appreciate poetry, and selfless acts seemed merely foolish.

There was a dividing wall between Rodolphus and others born from a complete lack of empathy on his part. He had friends, yes, but these friendships were formed slowly, over years and experiences. And yet, Rodolphus had not ever truly thought that there might be something wrong with him. Not until he first dipped his toe into the Death Eater pool, brought along as a newly minted graduate by his father, who was wont to test his sons’ merits and mental toughness.

She’d been pretty once, was what Rodolphus remembered thinking, as he looked at the woman to be interrogated. Before the broken jaw, and darkened, swollen eye. She hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. Nothing except for marrying the wrong man.

He was the one that they wanted at first, the husband. They had found him the day before.

Now, she was less a woman than a loose end to be tied up.

Rodolphus hadn’t been called upon to do anything, but as he watched her fall he found himself wondering what it would have been like to be the one holding the wand, doing the killing. What a rush of power must there be to choose who lived and who died. He didn’t realize how unusual, how sickeningly abnormal, the thought was until he turned and saw his brother’s pale face. He should have felt something. Should have been staring at the scene in abject horror, and not idle, morbid curiosity.

Rodolphus walked out of the experience unchanged, except, perhaps, for a desire that was slowly rearing its sleepy head to try such things for himself. If his nonchalance shocked his father, the older man did not show it.

DEATH EATER

Rodolphus is very much a believer in that magical abilities should be kept within magical families, and that allowing those who come from Muggle families is a disgrace on everything the Wizarding community has built over the years. While he doesn’t share the intense hatred towards anything less than Pureblood like some of his Death Eater friends do, he does frown upon socialising with them except for the purpose of image and reputation. Rodolphus finds himself growing more and more disgusted by their existence as time goes on, but mostly because they are causing him a great inconvenience by putting up a fight rather than just submitting to the Death Eaters demands.

Changes/Extra Info - None!

Para Sample:

There was a dead body strapped to a chair in the middle of the room, and Rodolphus stared down at it with disinterest.

More than a minute had passed in relative silence—the dripping industrial faucet in the corner did not count, nor the echoes from the Malfoys having too fancy of a basement for any practical use—since Rodolphus had sent the lower level Death Eater guards away, to drag in a new person of interest (see: victim) for questioning. Part of their remit was dragging out the bodies injured by previous inquisitions, but seeing as this poor man had not made it through the session, Rodolphus had asked that they leave it on display. It would provide extra…inspiration for their next guest to start talking, more expediently.

An empty chair sat beside the corpse’s, awaiting whichever clerk or shop owner was being plucked from the cold safety of the holding rooms upstairs. Rather than dabbling in small talk just yet—an art that Antonin Dolohov, his partner in crime for the evening, excelled in, whereas Rodolphus’s skills laid more in rebuffing those efforts, thus far—he examined the body with a bored expression.

At last, he seemed to arrive at some conclusion.

Reaching into his pocket, his hand bypassed his wand, which had already gotten a good deal of use today, and instead plucked a small, silver pocketwatch from the cloak’s folds. In one clean, doubtless motion, Rodolphus extended the blade from its holster and cut a straight chasm across the victim’s throat.

Blood spurted across the scene at once, taking a comical arc through the air and spattering both Rodolphus’s robes and the ridiculous marbled stone floors.

“A little more intimidating now,” he said, giving one curt nod of satisfaction. Then, at last, he turned his attention to Antonin, feeling freed from the burden of setting the scene. “Any interesting plans for the weekend?”

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Greta Catchlove

gigicatchlove

submitted:

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Ice/21/UTC+1

Activity Level- 7

Ships/Anti-Ships- To be honest, I’m open to almost anything.

Did you read the rules? Oui.

IC Information:

Character Name- Greta Catchlove

Age/Birthdate- 22/14 May

Faceclaim- Barbara Palvin, Bridget Satterlee, Celina Sinden

Occupation- Writer

Blood Status- Half-blood

Traits- +Ambitious +Friendly +Open-minded -Distant -Stubborn -Easily provoked

Patronus- The doe

Boggart- Dead parents

Key Points-

Greta grew up in the centre of Edinburgh in an airy 18th century building with her parents. Her father, a muggle, worked as an important journalist for The Scotsman newspaper while her mother, a witch, used her magic in the kitchen and became a famous chef, leading one of the finer restaurants in the city. Even though Greta’s parents were fairly busy with their careers, they made sure to spend enough time with their daughter. When Greta was little, her Dad would read her a story before going to bed everyday.  Her all time favourites were the Tales of Beedle the Bard and any of the tales of the Grimm brothers. Her mother had enchanted the little sketches in the books so they would move and Greta was absolutely fascinated by them. As she grew up, her fascination with books didn’t fade and she dove deep into both muggle and wizard world classics, as well as contemporary works. Her aspiration to become a writer became clear to her quite early and she soon started to write short stories, essays and other short pieces on her own.

It came to no surprise to Greta that she would receive an education at Hogwarts. Her mother had been a Hufflepuff before her, so Greta felt quite honoured to be sorted into that house. Greta loved the school dearly. The busy buzzing of the Great Hall in the mornings, the Hufflepuff common room – all of it held a very special place in her heart. Greta had been quite popular with other kids in Edinburgh (whom she absolutely remained friends with during her stay at Hogwarts) so it wasn’t hard for her to make great friends at the new school at all. Greta formed a close bond with one particular girl – Elsie Shacklebolt. They had met in Muggle Studies and had gotten along immediately. They bonded over their knowledge of the muggle community, their love for words and languages and their determination. The two girls are nothing alike, however, but their friendships works perfectly because of it. After graduation, Greta rented a two-bedroom apartment in London and worked on establishing herself as a writer. Elsie moved on to travel Europe but the two worked it out by writing letters religiously and visiting each other frequently. As well as meeting Elsie, Greta had met Edgar Bones, her first love, at Hogwarts. The first love stays with you forever, they say, and even though after graduating the two of them grew apart and eventually broke up, Greta hasn’t quite gotten over it yet.

Upon arriving in London, Greta quickly realised the changed atmosphere in the city. She had gotten to know London as a colourful and buzzing place but it was now only a shadow of itself. The disappearances, the deaths - You could almost smell the fear in the air. Greta’s father had gotten her a job opportunity with a newspaper in Fleet Street to work at until she was able to publish her first book and she frequently documented the situation for the paper. Whenever she was about to hand in an article, she had to update the numbers of missing an/or dead people because their numbers just kept rising. Of course Greta knew the source of the disappearances. She had not turned a blind eye to what Lord Voldemort and his followers were up to. But the activities of the Order of the Phoenix had also not gone unnoticed by them. She burned to report about both of the sides or even writing a book about the uprising while remaining neutral, as her father had taught her in good journalist fashion, but Greta was cautious and had put the thought aside for now.

Changes/Extra Info- a wee moodboard I made for her on Pinterest:https://www.pinterest.de/popsicleice_/g/

Para Sample-

The sunlight tickled Greta’s nose as she was laying on the sofa in her parents living room. The windows were open and the wind blew in fresh air that smelled like grass and rain, making the white curtains blow in the wind. It was an exceptionally beautiful day in Edinburgh but Greta knew that smell in the air. It was going to rain. This afternoon or maybe tonight. It didn’t matter to her. She was captured by another world entirely. Her fingers were clasped around a first edition copy of Wuthering Heights that her father had gotten her for her birthday. He had been in London for a business meeting and met her for a quick lunch before they took a flight to Edinburgh. Greta usually didn’t come up to Scotland for weekends. She found it to be too long of a journey. But it was her birthday weekend, she didn’t have any deadlines and she longed to see her mother and father. Her actual birthday was tomorrow and it was bad luck to get presents earlier than that but her father had been so excited that he couldn’t resist giving her the book at that lunch. Greta had read Wuthering Heights before but reading a first edition copy, the smell, the touch of the paper under her fingers…It was an entirely different experience.

She almost didn’t hear the door hit the lock or the hurried footsteps in the hallway. Her mother stopped in the door frame and watched her daughter. What a dreamer she was, always had her nose in some book. She should tell her as soon as possible. But she couldn’t move. She couldn’t rip her daughter away from that book, from her life as it was. She sighed. It was no use, she had to tell her. Anything else would be irresponsible and Greta would never forgive her. She walked towards her daughter, touching her soft hair and sitting down next to her on the sofa. „Greta, my love…“ She didn’t even bother to bring a smile to her lips. Greta would call the bluff immediately. The young woman lifted her intelligent eyes and looked at her mother. Something was wrong, she could tell. There was a stern look on the older woman’s face, a look that Greta had not seen very often before. She closed the book, put it to the side and sat up. „What’s wrong, mum?“ Greta could see the thoughts flicker behind her mother’s eyes. She was struggling to tell her something. Greta grabbed her hand, pressed it softly and cocked her head ever so slightly. „What is it?“ Her mother looked down. „It’s Emily.“ Emily. Her childhood friend. They had known each other for 16 years, they had met in kindergarten. Emily was a muggle but she knew about witchcraft and wizardry. One of her great-aunts had been a witch and she was so excited when Greta had told her about it. „Emily? What’s going on? Is it the baby? Is the baby coming?“ Greta’s eyes lit up at the prospect. Emily had gotten pregnant exactly one year after marrying her boyfriend that she had been together with forever. Her mum shook her head. Her entire body was trembling. Greta got up. This wasn’t right. Her mother would not act this way if a baby was on the way. „Mum! Please. You’re scaring me!“ Greta’s mother looked up, tears in her eyes. „I think you should go to see your father.“ Nothing of this made any sense to Greta. What in God’s name did her father have to do with any of it? She hesitated. Took a step back and a step forward, shifting her weight on her feet. Her mother would not look at her anymore, her hands were shaking and she looked as though the life had left her body.

So Greta ran. Out the living room, out the house, down the street, around the corner. She knew the way by heart, she had walked it a thousand times. Only, this time, it felt as though she was flying through the city. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her and stumbled into The Scotsman’s offices. Everyone knew her here so she did not bother greeting anyone and simple hasted up the stairs to her father’s office. She pushed the door open and there he was in his chair, his head buried in his hands. „Dad.“ He looked up, his eyes were red from crying. Fear gripped Greta’s insides. She had only seen her father like this once, when his father had died a couple of years ago. Greta stumbled towards him, walking around the desk and touching his shoulders. „Dad, what’s going on?“ He shook his head slightly and gestured for her to sit down. So she sat down on his lap, like she used to do when she was a little girl. „Greta, this is hard for your mother and I but…It’s going to be even harder for you.“ – „For God’s sake, will you please tell me what’s happened already?“ Her father nodded and leaned towards the desk, shuffling some papers. It was tomorrow’s newspaper. „Eric was here earlier.“ „Why would Emily’s boyfriend come here? You two barely know each other.“ Her father’s slender fingers grabbed a page and opened it in a way that Greta could see. The newspaper had begun publishing pictures of all the people that had vanished ever since the disappearances and killings had started. Of course, muggles didn’t know how these things came to happen. For the wizarding society it was crystal clear. The Daily Prophet was issuing search warrants for missing persons every day and when Greta had shown it to her father, he had decided that muggles deserved to be informed as well.  It was usually only a handful of people but this time, it was two pages full of unknown faces. None of these faces meant anything to Greta. But she felt a painful tugging in her stomach. A feeling as though her body wanted to tell her something. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and Greta felt her heart rate fastening. „Why are you showing me this? I don’t know any of these people.“, she whispered, furrowing her brows. Her father looked at her. „Look again.“ Greta was struggling to bring herself to look back at the paper. She knew what she was going to find. She had known it all along but the realisation only became clear to her now. She scanned the page until she found familiar eyes. Round and blue like the sea. Red-ish blond hair. Freckles on the nose and cheekbones. It was an exceptionally beautiful picture of her. It had been taken on her birthday last year. There was a big smile on her lips. She looked so happy. Emily. Missing since Monday.

Outside, it had started to rain.

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Alecto Carrow

brookisms

submitted:Alecto Carrow Application

Regular Application

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Brooke, 24, MST (GMT-7)

Activity Level- During this time of social distancing? like a 7-8! I work in an essential service so I do work 4-5 days a week but I’ll still be online almost every day.

Ships/Anti-Ships- Alecto/Fenrir Greyback, Alecto/Chaos, Alecto/Unhappiness

Did you read the rules? Yes I have.

IC Information:

Character Name- Alecto (Greek: unceasing anger) Alexandra (Greek: defender of mankind) Carrow

Age/Birthdate- Alecto has just turned twenty-three years old with her brother at a lavish party during the near summer of 1958. They were born at midnight on June 13th 1955, the perfect example of a true gemini, both of them being able to be what the other is not at any given moment. Though Amycus and Alecto get on like a house on fire, their arguments could also be the very thing to set that same house ablaze.

Faceclaim- Florence Pugh, Billie Lourd, Liz Gilles (I don’t have a 1,2, or 3 I’d be equally happy to use any of them! You guys can choose who you think is best for Alecto :))

Occupation- Socialite/Apprentice buyer at Borgin and Burkes: Alecto had not been encouraged to find employment after her graduation like her brother was. It was not important to her family that she made anything of herself like Amycus was destined to. She was expected to be quiet and grateful that she was going to spend the rest of her days tending to the household of a husband whose name she had yet to learn. Like so many defining moments in her life, Alecto had taken the chance to rebel while staying within the confines of what defined a lady in her age. Finding a part time apprenticeship was easy, the Carrow name carried a weight with it, at least at the right sort of places. Borgin and Burkes was an easy fit for the fashionable young lady and an easy sell to her particularly old-fashioned mother. What better way to find a husband than while working with the kind of men that could afford her.

Blood Status- Pure

Traits-

Positive:

Perceptive: Alecto somehow knows what you’re about to say before you say it, knows how each times she backs up somebody is watching her, watching to see if she’s going to descend on them with the full extent of herself. She has spent a long time thinking about why people do the things they do and its lead her to become quite good at reading people which has lead her to become the most powerful version of herself.

Devoted: Alecto has been given everything she could ever dream of wanting, she has had the promise of a charmed life from the moment she took her first breath. Its not that she believes that she owes her family (or anybody for that matter) for raising her to be perfect, in her own mind she was always destined for greatness, but rather that she’s truly thankful. Because of this feeling, Alecto has no problem committing whole heartedly to people and causes who she deems as aspirational within her world. It’s truly a devotion to an aspirational version of herself, whether she’s willing to admit it or not.  

Efficacious: She has the beauty, she has the status, and she has the brain to back it all up. Whether its in her own mind or not, what Alecto Carrow does works. She’s whatever she needs to be in any given moment; she can be menacing, pragmatic, or seductive at the turn of a dime. Being a perceptive person is a strength that Alecto doesn’t recognize in herself, she’s too busy worrying about being the perfect version of herself to realize she already is for who she wants to be.

Negative:

Co-Dependant: Having Amycus meant always having a partner. He is more than just a brother to her, he’s half of her whole. Her mother was another demanding influence on her life, the standards Alecto was expected to live up to weighed heavy atop her poised shoulders. At the same time that her mother was the one ladening her with the expectations of high society she was also very much the person who taught her how to carry the load. Alecto has always had people who have helped her along her way to personal greatness. If it wasn’t her family it was one of the many men she would wrap around her fingers, her confidants have become her safe place and she simply cannot imagine a world where she is without them and god forbid one where she is entirely alone.

Sadistic: Alecto is a Death Eater because she will do whatever it takes to preserve her own way of life. Whether or not she actually believes in blood supremacy is not entirely formed thought inside of her still young mind, however she believes that the introduction of impure blood into wizard society is a threat to the way her family has existed for centuries. If they’re allowed into the schools and the ministry, what’s to stop them from dismantling the businesses and institutions that she holds os dear. Change is an evil word and she will not stand for it. Alecto’s temper is famous and its something she’s come to be infamously proud of, turning to fits of black out rage and destroying everything in her wake. She gets a sick joy from it, as though the screams her victims emit validate the inflated sense of sense. She loves hearing the sound of her own name begged, a small whimper from the back of one’s throat will send a chill up her spine to spread wide across her face into some catlike grin. She’s not ashamed of this part of herself and wears it as a sort of badge of honour.

Immature: Alecto lives within a state of arrested development, she’s not a girl and not yet a woman- perpetually teetering on the edge of behaving like either. She’s haughty and emotional, never one to think twice before making a decision. This might make her insufferable to those who are not enough of her own kind to see the deeper layers of herself, but its also a very good way of protecting that inner child.

Patronus- Alecto is unable to produce a patronus.

Boggart- Alecto’s boggart is the sound of her brother’s cry coupled with the rush of a bird moving past her. The wind that is created from the hawk like creature’s wings has such a gusto that it whips past Alecto knocking over her most prized photo. The glass in the ornate frame is smashed and each the shards cracking over her family member’s faces. They’re unrecognizable and the break is irreparable.  

Key Points-

In the Carrow household, children are seldom seen and never heard. They are nothing more than heirs and accessories at society events. Her mother and father had not been expecting twins to be delivered on that cold December evening, so when the midwife told Irina and Aleksander that there was another baby to come after the birth of Amycus they were shellshocked. The little baby girl was born forty minutes later, she came into the world without a scream. Her parents were not worried that their newborn wasn’t crying, they already had what they needed before she had taken her first breath .

Upon her birth everything was nearly entirely arranged, there were to be lessons, then cotillions, marriage and then babies. Alecto was always taught she was the best and that she deserved the best, she was taught that while she was entitled to the very best things that life had to offer there would always be people who would try and stand in the way of that and it was her duty to ensure that that would never happen.Alecto Carrow was raised to be a perfect little girl, she wasn’t to question anything, but told simply to out her head down and do as she was told. If she was a good girl, things would work out for her, if she wasn’t- then it would be all her own fault. While Amycus was showered with praise and gifts, Alecto’s accomplishments were largely ignored. It didn’t matter what she did, her mother would tell her, her last name wouldn’t stick and whomever she married would get to boast her accomplishments as his. The Carrow daughter grew withdrawn at home, feeling as though nothing she could do would make a difference. The only person to ever make her feel like she was worth something was her twin brother, he told her that she was special, that she was a part of him and that if he was being praised she was too. He taught her to stand up for herself, to be fearless in the face of adversaries. He made her realize what being a Carrow meant. It no longer meant hiding and waiting, it meant getting the praise she deserved and taking it if it wasn’t given to her.

During her school years, Alecto thrived. Her marks were exemplary and she finally found a crowd of people she fit in with. Perhaps choosing to hang around the bullies of the school was an extension of her toughening up, but Alecto hardly ever minded. She found those who chose kindness to be weak, they were not the kind of witches and wizards she could see fighting for what was right- let alone fighting at all. It was a natural step for her to begin a walk on the wild side, she could often be found smoking on school grounds or planning ill-mannered quidditch parties. Though if one was ever to confront her about anything, she would simply bat her eyelashes and ask them if they were really sure. She knew people knew of her temper, she made sure rumours flew through Rita Skeeter. She didn’t manage to get too involved within the daily dramatics, no matter how much she loved to indulge in the day’s gossip. The young witch knew it was worthwhile to know the goings on of those around her, how trivial it may seem to outsiders. If you know somebody’s next move it’s much easier to get ahead of them. Alecto Carrow wanted to be feared, that was the only way she ever saw herself being respected.

Upon graduating from Hogwarts Alecto travelled the world with her brother, making sure to meet up with whomever the Dark Lord wanted along the way. It was Amycus that introduced Alecto to the death eaters, Amycus that sparked the fire in her that burned brighter than any other. Alecto Carrow was made to be a death eater, the girl who would terrorize house elves until they gave her what she wanted and tricked professors into letting her never turn in assignments had finally found something she was a perfect fit for. Her wild temper and self serving nature led her to personalize her attacks on her victims, making them especially brutal. It was like when Da Vinci first picked up his paintbrush- Alecto Carrow was born to kill. Murder for hire however was not exactly the way a young woman who was from the upper echelons of society was to make her living. Alecto found something she loved almost as much as hearing her victims squeeze her name out of their strangled throats- fine antiques or rather selling them to noble and meaningful families. The Carrow girl got right to work at Borgin & Burkes, her family name helping her get her foot into the door, but it was her eye kept her there. Never before had they seen a buyer who was so able to get families to part with their treasures and heirlooms for such fragmented prices. Was it truly her eye, or rather the silver tongue that darted from between her lips like the moniker of her former house.

With her professional life thriving, there was only a matter of time until she heard the talk of engagement muttered beneath the breath of her family members. Her mother was itching to rid herself of Alecto, there was no doubt there. But the choice they were teasing her with was hardly somebody she would have opted for. With growing resentment towards those in charge of her future Alecto looked within herself, wondering what if she could figure it out on her own just as she had with nearly everything else.

Changes/Extra Info- http://brookisms.tumblr.com/tagged/character:-alecto-carrow/

Para Sample-

The mark didn’t hurt like Amycus said it would. The smell of searing flesh still lingered fresh in her slitlike nostrils and warmth emanated from beneath the sleeve of her white silk blouse. Work that day seemed futile and though she chattered on about ornate lamps sourced from Romanian castles, her mind was clearly elsewhere. Indeed it was, Alecto Carrow’s mind floated above the storefront of Borgin & Burkes off to truly anywhere else. In her mind that day she was wielding a whip, cracking it down onto the backs of anybody who doubted the possibility of power she yearned for. She felt complete in a way, more satisfied than any exam score earned, or scream squeaked out of the impure, or even kiss stolen from her many suitors could have ever made her feel. To be a marked woman was not only a significant feat, it was a badge of honour. She above most of the other women who roamed the earth around her, had pledged her life to serve the cause of the worthy.

Alecto’s hair pooled around her shoulders in curled tendrils, it was perfectly quaffed and hardly maintained by her own doing. The porcelain of her skin offset in a stark contrast by her dark features, as did her outer delicate beauty and the rogue devil that lurked beneath the surface. She felt lucky to have her job she truly did, to have gotten out of her family home for longer than a lunch or a party, though selling antiquities was hardly her passion so to speak. Her calling was the same as the mark newly etched deeply into the innards of her right forearm. It crossed over her when she held her hand to her heart, tucking her in safely with the promise of a brother and sisterhood filled with only the purest and most loyal of souls. She truly meant it when she killed for him, promising to lay her own life and prosperity on the line for the benefit of the greater good. Too long had filthy mudbloods and half breeds walked the streets alongside her and finally she had some true power above them, or at least she felt entitled to it.

The bell above the door jingled its cursed song and Alecto managed to put her customer service smile on. Her once pursed smirked turned on itself upwards into a catlike grin as she eyed up her opponent, or rather client. The hooded guest in the shop was not somebody she immediate recognized and the hair on the back of her slender neck stood up as she anticipated a challenge. She knew that it was;t likely to be somebody with whom she’d have to be combative, Alecto would still play the part of the English rose in this case, but beyond that the man remained a mystery. She didn’t much care for that, Alecto dealt in absolutes, like she was absolutely going to scream if he did not remove the blasted hood from around his face. “Hello sir,” she purred artificially, her heart seizing as his face was revealed before her voice dropped into itself, dripping with poison. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?“

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Ludo Bagman

kt-recs

submitted:                                    

Regular Application

OOC Information

Name/Age/Timezone- Katie/26/EST

Activity Level- 7 maybe?

Ships/Anti-Ships- Chemistry-based only!

Did you read the rules? I did!

IC Information:

Character Name- Ludovic Bagman,

Age/Birthdate- 28; July 5th, 1950 ; Star Sign: Cancer

Faceclaim- Hunter Parrish, Billy Magnussen, Max Theriot

Occupation- Beater, Wimbourne Wasps.

Blood Status- Half-blood

Traits-

(+) Tenacious;

(+) Optimistic;

(+) Sincere;

(-) Obtuse;

(-) Fickle;

(-) Addictive;

Patronus- Cheetah. From patron-a-bum:

“Those with this patronus is incredibly ambitious, and at times very impatient. They like their animal, have the tendency to rush into things or want to get things done quickly. They often look at the big picture rather than the small details, and focus on this in everything they do. Those who are tedious test their patience and annoy them greatly. They are always looking to have a good time or jump into the next activity of their choosing.“

However, like its caster, Ludo’s Patronus is fickle and not always corporeal. Because the spell has such an emotional core, and Ludo has such a lack of control over his own emotions, it only works when he is at his best. Ludo hasn’t been able to cast much of one lately.

Boggart- His father, telling him in great detail how much of a disappointment he is. Or sometimes, a Bludger – not that he’s afraid of the Bludger itself, being a Beater, but there’s something much scarier about it when you’re on the ground and bat-free. And besides, it’s what the Bludger represents, what would happen if it hit him, really hit him: the end of his Quidditch career.

Key Points-

Ludo is much older than his twin siblings, Poppy and Otto. He was old enough when they were born to not only remember holding them, but to remember how their life changed. If it had gone another way, he might have been resentful; but how could he be, when the changes were so thrilling? They moved from the small two bedroom flat he’d grown up in to a lovely country cottage, their mother stayed home to spend more time with them, and Ludo loved being a big brother. He had more patience than either of his parents for endless games of peekaboo, for chasing them around the house and through the yard, for their games of make-believe and the way Otto seemed to think he was a human jungle gym – even for cleaning their admittedly constant messes.

Of the three of them, he was closest to his father, but this wasn’t necessarily by choice. Not that he didn’t love his father, because of course he did, but their relationship was predicated on three things and three things only: Quidditch, magic, and what it means to be a man. As they became closer, which happened quite rapidly once Ludo was accepted to Hogwarts and then again when he made his house Quidditch team, Ludo felt steered in a very particular direction – one that made him more distant from his mother and siblings, that discouraged his storytelling and baking and anything that didn’t conform to his father’s expectations of him. But his father loved him, respected him, made him feel like he was powerful and successful and unstoppable. Ludo really liked that feeling.

By the time Otto and Poppy entered Hogwarts, he was already in his seventh year, and feeling extremely distant from them. The age difference didn’t help, and especially with all of them in different houses, all of his brotherly affection seemed to somehow distill into an overprotective streak and affectionate head rubs. Meanwhile, Ludo was extremely popular – and loving it. Turns out he had rather a knack for Quidditch – or at least, he liked people to think he did. How much of it was the really strong side his Captain had put together, and how much of it was the hours of training, well that was to be decided, now that he had been awarded Captain. That was the first year in three years that they lost the Quidditch Cup. The last month of his seventh year was spent in infamy in his own House, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

It also left him without prospects, without a single offer, as he graduated Hogwarts. His father had to call in a favour with a friend in order to get him a tryout. This undermined his relationship with his father in several key ways, but it gave Ludo his first position, as reserve Beater for the Ballycastle Bats.

From there, Ludo spent several years on an upward journey of stardom. When he was twenty-one, he was signed to the Wimbourne Wasps; with him on the team, they won one World Cup and two National Championships, and Ludo’s life felt like it couldn’t get any better.

Now, at 28, he’s coming to the end of what would be considered his prime and experiencing a bit of a crisis as his career begins to trend downwards. He can’t go back to anonymity – or worse, infamy – and he’s trying to find a way to cling onto the glory years – including, but not limited to, taking the occasional bet on the side.

Changes/Extra Info- None, thank you!

Para Sample-

Of all the people he was hoping wouldn’t walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies that day – and the list was considerable – his father was, without a doubt, at the top. And yet, despite the praying and groveling and crossed fingers, there his father was, standing across from him at the counter, holding a set of arm braces, and looking nearly as shocked to see Ludo as Ludo was to see him. Shell-shocked and uncomfortable, Ludo hit a button on the old-fashioned cash register without looking and blasted his father with his best, most charming smile.

“Six sickles,” he said winningly, and then withered under his father’s gaze. He still hadn’t said a word, but his critical eyes were taking in Ludo’s uniform, from the stupid striped shirt to his embarrassing nametag pinned on his lapel, and then finally, excruciatingly slowly, up to his face.

“Ludovic,” his father said, and Ludo very nearly winced at the disdain in his voice. He did, at least, set the gloves down on the counter and reach into the pocket of his robes for his money pouch, meaning that at some point, this awful interaction would come to an end. “I didn’t realize you worked here.”

“Well,” said Ludo, and his voice didn’t sound like his own; it was too jaunty. False. “Just - just, you know, something to pass the time.”

His father sighed deeply and put the silver on the counter. Ludo grabbed at it a little too eagerly, desperate for this to be over, carefully avoiding meeting his father’s eye. Meanwhile, Edgar drew a hand across his jaw and pursed his lips. Only the sound of the antique register was left between them, as Ludo deposited his father’s silver and pushed the drawer closed.

“Come see me at work tomorrow,” Edgar said to his son. “I have a friend we might speak to. She knows the coach for the Ballycastle Bats. We might be able to… arrange something. We’ll talk about it over lunch tomorrow,” Edgar said. He lifted the gloves off the counter where they were still laying, and pressed his mouth into a line at the corner, somewhere between sympathy and disappointment. “Unless you had something else in mind? Another way?”

“Well, I - “ Ludo started. He knew what his father wanted here. He knew that he was supposed to have handled this himself, that he was supposed to tell his father that there was no need for him to step in. He wanted to; he wanted to meet his father’s expectations, to handle his own problems like a man – he wanted not to be standing behind the cash at a Quidditch supply shop just to pay for a dodgy flat he didn’t even like. His brain failed to supply him with even something approximating a reasonable plan, and his father had already closed his eyes and shaken his head, huffing out through his nose in a long-suffering kind of way.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” Edgar Bagman said, nodding at his son and walking away, leaving Ludo speechless and ashamed.

[bi-apps]

Accepted - Evelyn Macnair

xregulus

submitted:                                                    Evelyn Macnair App            

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone: Dawn/26/MST

Activity Level:  8/10

Ships/Anti-Ships: I’m here for all chemistry ships tbh I think Evelyn probably has/had a betrothal so I would like to possibly explore that.

Did you read the rules? I totally did!

IC Information:

Character Name: Evelyn Davina Macnair

Age/Birthdate: 19 years old, born May 15th

Faceclaim: Natalie Alyn Lind, Gabriella Wilde, Bridget Satterlee

Occupation: secretary in the International Magical Office of Law

Blood Status: pureblood

Traits: +reliable, +devoted, +perseverant, +/- ambitious, -stubborn, -possesive, -materialistic

Patronus: a buffalo

Boggart: the corpses of her siblings

Key Points:

then.

Evelyn came into the world as the light and treasure of the Macnair family. As the youngest she enjoyed a carefree childhood and was used to getting everything she wanted. With her brother and sister looking out for her she grew up believing herself invincible, like nothing in the world could ever touch her. She did not have to carry the responsibilities of being the heir of the family line, so all she had to worry about was looking pretty and behaving like a proper lady would. She was easy malleable, and her mother enjoyed the chance of raising her to be the kind of girl every respectable family would love to get their heirs married to.

To many Evelyn was nothing more than an air-headed pureblood socialite, raised to one day forge a strong alliance between powerful families, and she was, but she was also much more than that. Growing up with Walden and Corona made her smart and strong, they made sure she would never depend on anyone to survive in the world. Getting sorted into Ravenclaw came as a surprise to everyone who had ever underestimated her intellect. Her mother was furious, because no man wishes for his wife to be smarter than him, but honestly Evelyn loved how mad it made everyone around her. She thrived in her house, a perfect dualism, the kind of girl who would always know about the latest fashion trends, but that could run circles around even the most skilled in a duel.

now.

With her perfect notes and spell casting ability, Evelyn could’ve done whatever she wanted, and what she wished for was to become a HitWitch, but that was of course not an appropriate job for someone whose ultimate destiny is to marry and bring children into the world. So Evelyn got a respectable job worthy of a pureblood lady, as a secretary of the International Magical Office of Law, where her language skills are put to the test. At times she wonders if she should be doing something more with her life, but it is hard to think of what she wants when what’s expected of her clashes with her dreams. All in all it could be worse, at least now she’s able to use the family fortune as she wishes, and her life is spent attending balls and galas, maybe one day she’ll find herself planning her wedding and finally fulfill the role destiny prepared for her since the day she was born. Until then she will keep her eyes and ears open, as the rumours of conflict roam near the horizon.

Changes/Extra Info: none

Para Sample: I decided to explore how the war could impact Evelyn, with her trying to remain neutral and knowing it might be time to pick a side.

June, 1979 The Scottish Countryside.

Every story Evelyn had ever read had been about how war, conflict, struggle, made you stronger. They were all lies. This war was making her weak. Her mother had warned; about how much this would change her. Evelyn had not been expecting it would be for the worse. She was better than this. She wanted to run away, just leave everything behind, the madness, the fear, the not knowing. But she couldn’t. Because leaving everything meant leaving everyone. And she loved them. Her family, her friends. The people she randomly worried about as of late. All of them. Evelyn could not leave them behind.

But she was tired. She was tired of keeping it all together, of always looking like she had things under control. Once, just once she would like to be able to breakdown, to come undone, to scream at everyone fighting this war to just stop. How far she had come from the times she spent walking down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley wondering how things were going to be like once everything was over. There would be no more wonderings, no more what ifs, no more having to worry about a future that might no come to exist. Now, now she just wished it would end. At times she was afraid of herself, of how easily her heart wished that anyone would win, just so the fighting would stop. Who was she becoming?

Evelyn loved her family; she truly did, more than anything in the world. There was nothing more important for Evelyn than family. It was more than just loyalty -although she will always be proud to be loyal to them- it was love. In a society where family relationships were as fragile as the champagne flutes they enjoyed, Evelyn had found that her biggest act of rebellion, that the way she could truly get back at everyone, was to prove that real love and a loving family was possible. But it had been so long since she truly had a moment with them, things were changing far too quickly, she wished she could slow down time, or to simply put an end to the conflict, the war that was taking her siblings away from her.

She didn’t know how she had end up here, in the middle of the countryside, the Scottish winds hitting her face. Perhaps she just had to put as much distance as she could between her and the war that threatened to take her siblings away from her. Maybe she just wanted a place where she could be properly alone, not lonely like back home, but just herself and nothing else. Evelyn took a deep breath and before she could fully realize what she was doing she let out a scream. Not in pain, or in rage, but simply a scream. All those emotions she had bottled up finally finding an outlet. She was too busy yelling at the wind that she failed to notice the approaching figure.

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Accepted - Ophelia Wilkes (OC)

bravemacdonald

submitted:                                                    OC Application            

IC Information:

Character Name- Ophelia Wilkes

Age/Birthdate- 21/4th February 1957

Faceclaim- Anya Chalotra, Aiysha Hart, Naomi Scott,

Label- The Hellcat

Loyalty- Death Eaters

Former House- Slytherin

Occupation- Personal Assistant to Chief Warlock of Wizengamot

Blood Status- Pureblood

Patronus- Raven

Boggart- Being ugly

Traits-

Captivating, Sophisticated, Intelligent

Ruthless, Vain, Power-hungry

Aesthetic- polished marble floors, rose petals floating in a bath, lace chokers, painted red lips, soft pink ballet slippers, satin robes, a velvet bedspread.

Key Points-

Ophelia Lilith Wilkes was a bitter pill her father had to swallow. Born second and born a woman, she was already lesser in his eyes. Both her parents had hoped for a second boy, a spare heir in case anything were to happen to Noah. Alas, they had Ophelia and would make use of her somehow. From an early age she was only ever seen as a pawn in her parents’ scheming, with betrothal plans discussed before she could even speak.

Even as a child, Ophelia knew the world saw her as lesser than her brother. He could speak where she had to be silent. Run, where she could only walk. Stand, where she had to stay seated. And while she remained a dutiful daughter, anger seethed inside her at the unfairness of it all. She was just as clever, if not more than her older brother. Just as capable of magic as he was. She had the same potential, and yet it was all dismissed because she was the opposite sex.

At Hogwarts, the family name was respected and she found friends easily among the pureblood elite. Ophelia kept her cards close to her chest, and inside she had a lust for power and status. She didn’t want to be someone’s little wife, or the mother of a future leader. She wanted to lead, to have power in her own right. To speak freely. And when she was told she was to be married to Bacchus Fawley, a man nearly twice her senior, she went to her mother privately, practically begging her to delay it. Her mother was sympathetic to her plight, but when her father heard the idea he was outraged by the mere suggestion.

As it was, her betrothal was to be delayed anyway. While attending a family dinner together, Fawley began to choke on his dinner. Ophelia was by his side, seemingly trying to help, but it was of no use and he choked to death. While some suspicion was cast against Ophelia, her mother & even her brother for possibly having something to do with it, nothing held up and it was ruled a tragic accident.

While her parents scrambled to make new betrothal plans for her, Ophelia was given permission to work at the Ministry with the promise that once she was married she would stop. Being the secretary to the Chief Warlock of Wizengamot wasn’t a position of power, but it did allow quite a lot of information to land in her lap and she enjoyed the small freedom she did have. With the war growing more dangerous each day, her family has chosen their allegiance and hers with it - much like so many things were chosen for her. She sees the power the Death Eaters have, so it suits her. But she sees the freedom women seem to have on the other side, and sometimes wonders if she’d fare better.

Connections-

Noah Wilkes - Older brother

Narcissa Black, Alecto Carrow - Friends

Helena Rosier - Childhood Friend

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Accepted - Remus Lupin

whatwouldfrogsdo

submitted:                                                    Remus Lupin Application            

OOC Information:

Name/Age/Timezone- Steph / 26 / GMT

Activity Level- A solid 7. I’m not currently self-isolating and work in a grocery store so don’t see myself out of work even as COVID-19 carries on but everything else in my life has been cancelled so I should be on most days.

Ships/Anti-Ships- None in particular, though I prefer to play Remus as a closeted gay and generally reluctant to get into a ship at all. He plays his secrets off each other, using not being ready to come out of the closet as a reason to break things off with prospective partners just before the Full Moon. In terms of keeping things canon with his future marriage to Dora, I see that as being more a case of him having lost everyone by then and probably it being a more queer platonic relationship, however Marauder era RPs rarely end up covering that, especially where Andromeda and Ted are characters in the RP.

Did you read the rules? Yes!

IC Information:

Character Name- Remus Lupin

Age/Birthdate- 19; 10th March 1960

Faceclaim- Charlie Heaton, Tom Holland, Charlie Rowe.

Occupation- Unemployed.          (( Remus has already had multiple jobs since leaving Hogwarts but none last long. He was a dish washer at the Leaky Cauldron for all of two weeks before they asked him to work a Full Moon and fired him when he couldn’t give a good enough reason not to. The manager of the Magical Menagerie was suspicious of him wanting a lowly shop job despite his six NEWTs and thought she was doing Remus a favour when she gave him a pile of applications for the Ministry of Magic and let him go. Remus stopped turning up to his cleaning job in Knockturn Alley when the owner of the lot started dropping hints that they knew what he was. His longest job so far has been as a receptionist in a Muggle office but after his second period of sick leave without a doctor’s note within his two month probationary period they had no choice but to let him go. ))

Blood Status- Half-blood (Half-blood father and Muggle mother)

Positive traits:   + selfless: Remus would do anything for his friends no matter the cost to him.  + compassionate: Possibly an odd trait for somebody known as a prankster, Remus sees the good in those around him and empathises with them. He would take the side of an underdog over the easier but less righteous choice. His compassionate nature also helps him to forgive people when they have done wrong.   + astute: While Remus generally has to work at being book smart, his sharp perception of the world comes naturally. He can think quickly and intuitively to turn a situation to his advantage, whether that is in finding loopholes for the next marauder prank, in assessing a situation that might be about to turn sour or in identifying somebody who needs a word of encouragement.

Negative traits:  - people pleaser: Remus has a tendency to look the other way when the other Marauders are breaking rules. He might not participate if he doesn’t really agree with what they are doing, particularly in the past when James and Sirius would bully others at Hogwarts, but he certainly didn’t do anything to stop or stand up to his friends, because as the first people who showed him real friendship, he doesn’t want to lose that by disappointing them and spoiling their fun.   - self-deprecating: Remus hates everything that reminds him of his lycanthropy, especially the parts of his personality which are shaped by his condition. Though the support of his friends has helped him come to terms with his fate, Remus is still prone to some doubt and shame over the werewolf part of him, especially when his friends aren’t around.  - vengeful: While Remus will forgive somebody for one wrong if they show contrition, if somebody earns his anger then they should beware. On the wrong side of him, Remus is a force to be reckoned with.

Patronus- Wolf. He has successfully managed a corporeal patronus and is now teaching himself how to hide the form of his patronus as he hates any reminders of the wolf.

Boggart- The Full Moon. This is representative of Remus’ fear of what he becomes each month, his dread of each upcoming Full Moon and the way each that has passed leaves scars mental as well as physical.

Key Points-

CHILDHOOD: From the night he was bitten, Remus grew up in isolation units and hospital wards and the confining four walls of his bedroom. His life would forever be shaped by that monthly pattern and a fear of others finding out. His home-schooling involved not just basic numeracy and literacy but also Astronomy and muggle physics and an extensive education into what it meant to be a werewolf. His father taught him about all the magical creatures he encountered at work and his Healer taught him about home remedies and the properties of various herbs, because a side effect of his condition was a childhood riddled with illness and a struggle to make ends meet. His parents poured every last Galleon that they owned into searching for a cure or moving to another town after their latest neighbours started to suspect something was amiss with the family, only a few spare coins each month for each of their vices (Italian coffee and books; cigarettes and music records; chocolate frogs and colouring pencils). In between other lessons, Lyall Lupin did everything he could to ensure Remus would be prepared for a nomadic adulthood — a life on the streets, friendless and penniless — deaf to Hope’s pleas that they try and help him get back to some notion of a normal life.

HOGWARTS: Having been pulled out of muggle primary school when he was bitten, it never occured to Remus that Hogwarts might ever be an option for him. He was so excited when Professor Dumbledore visited the family personally to discuss the possibility that he barely noticed his parents’ worried exchanges and fears. It was only after Professor Dumbledore had left and Remus started to compare the next year’s Full Moons to his new school calendar that it dawned on him just how complicated this would be. Yes, Dumbledore had promised him special provisions, but what of his dormmates? What of that very first weekend of his first year when he would have to feign a very different illness to explain away his disappearance so early in the term? It was his mother who suggested that he could say she had a chronic illness and that he was visiting her whenever there was a Full Moon but he had not known James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew for long before he realised they would not buy that as a reason for skipping classes or being absent from the dorm every month like clockwork. Remus, glad to finally have friends and terrified he would lose them if they found out the truth, made up different and increasingly more elaborate stories but he wasn’t a good enough liar to hide from his best friends and soon they had a bond closer than Remus could have ever hope for. He had a pack.

BETRAYAL: Everything seemed to go wrong at once. A betrayal from his best of friends — his only friends — revealing the secret his life had been devoted to keeping for the purpose of a cheap and fatal prank. Remus felt convinced all three of them were in on it because they always were. He avoided and argued and was the most miserable he had been since starting Hogwarts. It was during this period of low that he had a careers meeting that highlighted how dim his prospects after Hogwarts would be and Remus was reminded of what his father had tried to impress on him all these years — that werewolves weren’t supposed to have the sort of life he had been playing at, with education and friends and happiness. The next Full Moon was during the Easter holidays and unable to bear sitting in the Shrieking Shack alone, he went home. He asked his parents why him. Unable to fob him off with any more half-truths or excuses, his father finally opened up about Greyback. Remus had to hear how his father had once held the same prejudices about werewolves as the rest of the wizarding world and make his own conclusion that maybe he still did. After all, he had almost stopped Remus from living his life after the bite, no matter how much he claimed it was for Remus’ own good. The resulting argument was brutal but soon cut short by hacking coughs and Lyall turning on his wife and snapping at her to stop smoking those damn things. Her hand was shaking as she ignored him and tried to light the cigarette anyway. Remus noticed for the first time that she looked very ill, so ill that his using her as an excuse all those months appeared to be coming back to bite him.

MARAUDERS: They had been his first ever friends and when Remus returned to school he knew he could avoid them no longer. He needed them. Life would be much too lonely without them and, besides, he had grown too used to their being by his side during transformations. He missed them so deeply that he melted when he saw them again. Barely had he stepped into the carriage on the Hogwarts Express did forgiveness fill his heart. He reminded himself of what he had always believed: that he wasn’t good enough for them. That he was nothing more than a monster and at least he should be grateful that they still wanted his friendship. He was indebted to them. How could he keep pushing them away when they equalled the happiest moments of his life so far? Even with that awful Incident, none of them were a part of the worst moments of his life. So, he let them fall back together and patch up the cracks in their friendship with jokes and pranks and throwing themselves towards war, knowing that it didn’t matter to him how they felt. They could pity him and fear him and be prepared to brush him away without a second thought again. He would die for them anyway.

THE ORDER: Despite good grades, a stellar reference from his Head of House and three years in the role of Prefect, Remus was not surprised to find it hard to find or hold down a job after school. Employers wizarding and muggle alike did not look kindly on him taking sick leave less than a month after being hired and inevitably after the second month he was circling ads in the newspaper again. Sometimes it didn’t even take that long, as Remus found himself prioritising the Order of the Phoenix more and more, slipping seamlessly into the role he now knew he had been raised for: the Order’s spy amongst the werewolves.

Changes/Extra Info- No changes, and I think I’ve included any extra info I might want to give elsewhere but as I’ve played variations on Remus’ character for years I have tons of headcanons so if there’s anything extra/different you want to know or clarify just shoot me a message!

Para Sample

(scars cw; minor body mutilation cw; non-deliberate self-harm cw)

It had been three days. Three days since the moon was full. Three days since Remus had only barely avoided becoming a murderer. Three days since Snape had found out his secret. Three days since Remus had spoken.

He had been avoiding nearly everybody, curled up in his bed in the corner of the Hospital Wing, the curtains drawn around him as Madam Pomfrey shooed any visitors away with claims of his having dragon pox. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall had both visited to talk about The Incident and ask how he was recovering but even then Remus had stared at the ceiling and acted like he couldn’t hear them. When they had suggested he get back to lessons and try to find a normal routine, his eyes had snapped to Madam Pomfrey, who had insisted that his injuries from the particularly difficult night and the mental strain from the trauma meant she wouldn’t be discharging him from her care just yet.

That morning, however, he had lost his ally in Poppy Pomfrey. She had sighed down at him and admitted that she couldn’t let him hide there any longer. It had been three days and he was risking falling into a depression if he refused to do anything any longer. Besides, his injuries were little more than shining scars, now, that would bother him no longer except for the reminder of how terrible that night had been. Even the bruise down the right side of his body from where the wolf had thrown itself at a wall in its desperation to reach human blood had faded to yellow and no longer hurt.

“Do you want me to leave a bandage around your wrist?” Pomfrey asked, as Remus reluctantly dressed. He looked down at the scars. The skin was no longer raw but the scars didn’t look as old as they sometimes did after three days of werewolf speed healing. Remus shook his head. It looked bad and somebody would surely jump to the conclusion his extended stay in the hospital was due to something much darker than dragon pox, but as it was he could pull the cuffs of his jumper or robes over the marks. A bandage would only draw attention.

“I wish there was a way to stop you chewing on yourself. The scratches are bad enough but—“ She trailed off with a pained expression and Remus knew she was thinking again of the state of his wrist when she had found him at dawn and how much worse it could have been. She shook her head and pressed a bottle of scar reducing cream into his hands. “Run along to breakfast, now, and I expect not to see you back here at all this weekend.”

“Can’t—“ Remus’ voice came out scratchy from disuse. He swallowed painfully. “Can’t I have breakfast here and go straight to Potions?” Or just skip Potions. He didn’t need to go to Potions, surely. He couldn’t deal with Slughorn on top of Snape and Black and Potter and Pettigrew. He couldn’t deal with the smells and fumes that always threatened to overwhelm him in the dungeons. He couldn’t deal with struggling through his worst subject and unwilling, unable to ask for help.

“Don’t be silly!” Pomfrey, the traitor, said. She handed him his cloak and pushed him towards the door.

He didn’t go to the Great Hall. Instead, his steps turned to the basement. House elves were buzzing with activity in the kitchens but with breakfast open upstairs Remus was the only human there. The elves didn’t seem to mind him weaving between the tables and plating up a breakfast for himself before the platters went up to the Hall.

He wouldn’t have long to run all the way upstairs, get his school bag, and return down to the dungeons before Potions but Remus couldn’t find the motivation to eat any faster. He was dreading seeing the boys who less than a week ago he would have called his best friends.

“Mr Lupin.”

Remus tensed at Professor McGonagall’s voice. It was still too early for them to be hunting him down for being late to Potions, so what—

They changed their minds, Remus concluded. He had been too dangerous. He had nearly hurt some of his fellow classmates and Snape didn’t want to share the castle with him and he had broken Dumbledore’s trust in telling his dormmates how the passageway into the Whomping Willow worked and it had all been a huge mistake. Perhaps Padf—Black had said something, too. About how he had come to his senses and not known how else to break up a friendship with a monster.

“P-Professor?”

“Good morning, Remus. It’s good to see you out of the Hospital Wing.”

Remus glanced around the kitchens in confusion. Her tone was much too kind.

“I— I’m sorry I didn’t go to breakfast upstairs, Professor, but I—“

“As long as you aren’t making a habit of eating here, I think we can let this slide for today. Given the circumstances. In fact, I believe you will be joined by Misses Fawley and Frazer this evening if you still wish to eat away from the rest of your classmates. You won’t ask either of them what their extenuating circumstances are for choosing to eat down here and they will not ask you, either.”

“Oh— okay? So I’m not being expelled?”

“Most certainly not, Mr Lupin. You were in no way at fault for the events of the other evening. Why, even Mr Black will not be expelled.”

Remus flinched. Professor McGonagall noticed — she must have done, because her eyes narrowed and she seemed to consider her next words very carefully before she spoke.

“Remus, whether you choose to forgive Mr Black or not is your decision and yours only. I will neither judge you nor try to tell you what to do. However, I will not be allowing any changes in dormitory arrangements, nor any more hiding in the Hospital Wing instead of returning to your common room while you are healthy. Now, you missed your Careers Advice meeting yesterday and I have told Professor Slughorn that you will be missing Potions this morning to make up for it, so finish your breakfast and meet me in my office.”

Remus stared at the door that closed behind her. He had forgotten all about the careers meetings in the chaos of the week. He had no idea what he was going to say. His dreams were unachievable and his realistic plans non-existent.

*

She poured him a cup of tea when he arrived at her office and offered him a biscuit despite knowing he had only just had breakfast. Remus nibbled nervously around the edge of his ginger newt. Nobody else had mentioned tea and biscuits for their careers meeting but, admittedly, only a couple had gone to theirs on Monday before Remus fell ill and he hadn’t talked to anybody since.

“This meeting is supposed to be to talk about any career ideas you might have,” Professor McGonagall started and Remus tensed. She stopped in her flow and rested her hands on the table in front of her, observing him with keen eyes. “However, we might have to approach things a little differently with you.”

“You can say I’ve no chance of getting a job, Professor. I’ve made my peace with it.”

“It may be difficult for you to get a stable job, especially in the wizarding world but I believe you have done some Muggle education?”

Remus nodded. “My mam insisted on it. I will be taking my Muggle O Levels this summer, shortly after my O.W.L.s and the end of term but Muggles will still be suspicious of me missing work so regularly and I don’t want to have to use Obliviate or Confundus on my bosses.”

“That’s true,” Professor McGonagall conceded, “But whatever you choose to do, Remus, you can be sure you will have a stellar reference from me.”

Remus frowned. “Professor—”

“Remus Lupin, you are a good student and an even better person. If I had the power to appoint you as my teaching assistant I would do it today but as it is you’ll have to apply through the proper channels when you have your NEWTs.” Her mouth twisted in sadness and Remus knew it was because that wasn’t possible. Even if Professor Dumbledore had let him come to school, how could he hire a teacher who would have to miss so many classes to turn into a dangerous monster? “Any employer who would turn you away just because you’re a werewolf would be missing out.”

It occurred to Remus that Professor McGonagall was the only teacher besides Madame Pomfrey who called him a werewolf. Professor Dumbledore had this habit of talking around the issue or calling it Remus’ lycanthropy, while most of the others avoided talking about it altogether or didn’t know. He preferred it when people just called him a werewolf. His mouth twitched into a smile but it fell when he looked into his still-full cup of tea and realised the meeting was far from over.

“Professor, I know you have to do these meetings with everybody, but I don’t think I can—” He trailed off and blinked against tears.

“I do hope the world will be kinder to you one day, Remus.” She looked up at the clock, then back to him with one of those rare McGonagall smiles. “We still have time so unless you really want to get to Potions—”

“No!” Remus blushed at how quickly his objection came out. “I mean—”

“Actually, the main reason we do Careers Advice in fifth year is to help narrow down NEWT options and whether you believe you’ll be able to secure a job that requires NEWTs or not, it would still be a good idea to think about your subjects. Perhaps we can talk about that?”

She seemed to be enjoying herself far too much. Remus was sure she wouldn’t normally encourage skipping a class. He had never told anybody of his feelings that the Potions master was prejudiced against him but he now suspected McGonagall knew. “Oh. Sure. I hadn’t thought about it at all, yet.”

“Looking over your class marks, you have the choice of any subject you desire. The only subject you would have to work particularly hard at to raise your grade would be Potions. You’re currently only just scraping an Acceptable and you would need an E to be eligible for the NEWT class.”

“I don’t want to take Potions. I’d definitely like to take Transfiguration and Charms and probably Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, looking over the notes in front of her. “All of which you have Outstanding marks and I know Professor Flitwick and I would both be delighted to have you in our classes. Only probably for Defence?”

“The changeover of teachers makes it harder to know. Some years I’ve loved it and others not so much.”

“Understandable. I trust you have kept up with the news of what is happening outside the castle?”

The war. For it was very much a war by now. “Yes, Professor. Defence might be useful, mightn’t it?”

She looked at him with the same prideful glint in her eye as she did when he got a question right in class. “You also have exemplary marks in Astronomy,” she added, looking down. “However—”

“I’m not sure about Astronomy,” Remus admitted. “Sorry, Professor, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Go on.”

“My parents taught me Astronomy before Hogwarts. I find the lessons easy but that’s because I already know a lot and it’s not useful in the same way as some subjects.”

“It’s probably for the best as the Ministry has a tendency to set the final practical exam on the night of a full moon.”

Remus sighed and nodded. He didn’t want to take Astronomy but hearing how he probably couldn’t because he wouldn’t be able to take the exam only made him feel more frustrated with the conversation about his job prospects fresh in his mind. Which led him to another subject he had been unsure about. “I like Herbology too, but wolfsbane is on the NEWT curriculum.”

“Does it affect you over a distance?”

“I honestly don’t know, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall hummed thoughtfully. “I will talk to Pomona and Poppy but I’m sure we can sort something out. You would be wearing gloves to handle it anyway.”

“I don’t have to be certain of my subjects now, do I, Professor?”

“No, I will confirm your subjects with you on the first day of your sixth year.”

Remus nodded, happy that he could have some time to think about it but not choose there and then. He slipped into silence, sipping his tea and wondering how long he could get away with staying there before he was dismissed.

Much too soon, the teacup was empty and Remus couldn’t avoid his teacher’s expectant gaze any longer.

“How about you go to your dorm before your classmates finish Potions and make sure you are ready to join them for Charms?”

Going back to lessons seemed so difficult but he had to. They had decided to keep him here even after all the risks had been highlighted and Remus was now under even more pressure to excel and show he deserved his place there.

Professor McGonagall must have sensed his reluctance because she added, “I’m sure Mr Potter and Mr Pettigrew will be happy to see you.”

“I don’t want to see them.”

She looked shocked. “Remus, they didn’t do anything. Mr Potter is the reason nobody was hurt.”

“I don’t want to see them,” Remus snapped and he knew his eyes flashed amber. Prongs— Potter was the only one Black listened to so he should have stopped it sooner. Pettigrew always went along with their plans, Remus knew, and if the teachers were convinced he didn’t know anything about it then he must have been hidden in rat form.

And if Prongs was there, you could have hurt him. You could have killed James.

The little voice in his head taunted him but anger was more natural than fear. He shouldn’t worry about Potter. Not now.

“Remus—” He wasn’t used to hearing such sadness and distress in Professor McGonagall’s voice.

“Thank you for the meeting, Professor,” he forced out before he fled the room. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t trust them. His father had warned him of this from such a young age. Don’t trust anybody. Even if they seem friendly, they could one day turn around and shove you into the mud. Werewolves couldn’t have friends, just as they couldn’t have jobs or lives or happiness. Remus should have been more careful.

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Accepted - Helena Rosier (OC)

astrasirius

submitted:                                    

Name: Elle

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 23

Time Zone: EST

Activity Level: I’d say I’m between 7-8. I’m usually on every other day or so!  

Triggers: None

Ships/Anti Ships – Helena/Chemistry

Rules? Read ‘em!

Character Information –

Name: Helena Persephone Rosier

Age/Birthday – 18/Jan. 5th

Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell, Troian Bellisaro, Zoey Deutch

Label: the insurgent

Loyalty: Order of the Phoenix  

Occupation: Magazoologist

Blood Status: Pureblood

Patronous: Dragon

Boggart: Her father

Traits:

+loyal, effulgent, magnanimous

-taciturn, reticent, obstinate  

Aesthetics: Bow strings, owl feathers, paint palettes, dragon scales, head thrown back laughing

Bio:

Even as a child, Helena always possessed a strong personality. Bubbly, light-hearted, full of energy: everything her parents begged her not to be. Her warmth drew people in, and her compassion seemed to reach the coldest of hearts to the smallest of creatures. However, there were more than a few that despised the lightness that she tended to emit from every surface of her being. Growing up, many people tried to squash the warmth out of her; mold her into the perfectly carved pureblood princess. Fortunately, Helena had one person to shelter her from the darkness – to protect the ball of energy that threatened to consume them all; her brother. Always the observant child, it didn’t take Helena long to realize that her older brother was constantly looking out for her and keeping her as far away from the cruelty of their parents as he could.

Eventually, she caught on to the weight he was bearing. Small changes started to erupt in the bubbly child. Helena learned little by little how to school her features, how to feign interest, and how to close her mouth when her opinions were certainly not wanted nor appreciated. When Evan left for Hogwarts, the youngest Rosier was left to navigate their parent’s harshness on her own. Soon enough she discovered that every screw up was met with a punishment far more unforgiving than the crime. Her lessons increased and instead of just musical lessons and ballet, she was pushed into languages and mannerisms. Helena enjoyed learning how to speak in foreign tongues – it made her dangerous. Her high energy was channeled into ballet, because as graceful and beautiful as it appeared, the physical and emotional effort she pushed into it was a relief. Art was the only passion she held onto outside her lessons and it was a secret she kept from her parents diligently. The careful façade she’d built up was tightly knit around her, but in the presence of her brother, snippets of her true nature would emerge.

Hogwarts was a breath of fresh air for Helena, but another blow of disappointment to her family. While her parents had expected her to be placed into Slytherin, or at the very least Ravenclaw (the only other acceptable house in their opinion), Helena was sorted into Hufflepuff. There was no question as to which house she belonged to, and even though her parents despised it, Helena had accepted the sorting with grace and pride. Being in Hufflepuff of course brought back the light in the youngest Rosier’s eyes. The more time she spent with her housemates and new found friends, the more relaxed she became. Of course she still kept close relationships with her childhood friends, but she was happy to have a break from their society. Helena found herself, and the beliefs she truly harbored while she was at Hogwarts. It was there that she realized that her family’s beliefs weren’t just flawed, they were cruel. However, she also understood the position many of them were stuck in. Leaving came with severe consequences, ones she wasn’t quiet ready to face yet; ones Sirius and Andromeda could attest for.

Leaving Hogwarts meant many things for Helena, but she evens he couldn’t have prepared herself for the decision she made. Knowing the precarious position, she was in, Helena took advantage of it. Instead of leaving outright, she started feeding information to the Order. Helena knew she was often underestimated and overlooked. Most people in their circled talked to one another freely, as if she wasn’t even there. Many others assumed she was in agreement with them, which also made them loose tongued in her presence. Becoming a magizoologist was something she’d wanted to do since she was a kid. It allowed her to work with dragons from time to time, which was her favorite animal, but it also allowed her to work with many other ones as well. Helena had always had an affliction for magical creatures, and Helena was grateful her career allowed her to interact with and study a magnitude of them. For the time being, she was content, but she knew she could only hang in the balance for so long.