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[cfdiggorys]

THE STREETS OF LONDON open

the city, as ever, slows down as the sun sets. his mother told him once that it used to be the opposite - that the nights were once full of busy, vibrant life, the kind they only see once or twice a year nowadays. he’s not sure how he’d take that. the quiet of the night and its sluggish streets are one of z’s favourite things about it. he leaves his errands until late in the afternoon, and wanders - as now, a new research book in one of his gloved hands, another tucked in the pocket of his coat, his small bag of groceries jostling inside the magically enlarged messenger bag slung over his shoulder. it’s not quite dark yet, but it’s on its way. he should, really, be more on edge, out alone, exposed - the order haven’t been scared, recently, and they haven’t been quiet. they could come for him from behind any corner between this street and his apartment, and there’s plenty of walking before he gets there. he’s too far in his own head when he rounds the first turn towards home, and the collision shocks him, even more when he realises it’s something thin and solid he’s hit, and not another body. a damn lamppost.

“fuckin’ idiot,” he mutters to himself, shrugging his shoulder against the bruising pain. his knee is smarting, too, and when he spots someone else standing on the corner, he really hopes it’s not bad enough that he’ll limp. it’s easy enough, though, to slip into a persona of cruelty and aggression upon being seen. he sets his jaw, squares his shoulders, furrows his brow. “the hell are you looking at?”

[cfdiggorys]

{ cis man, he/him } huh, who’s EVAN MOCK? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually EZRA “Z” DIGGORY. he is a 23 year old HALFBLOOD wizard. he is the biological child of JASMINE DIGGORY and EZRA CAMPBELL known for being VENGEFUL, WITHDRAWN, and INTIMIDATING but also LOYAL, METICULOUS, and EFFICIENT. i hear he is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on him. { vic, 23, nzst, she/her }

what is UP it is me vic here with everyone’s least favourite hymnbo z. i lost the original intro for this king of angst bc im a dumbass so let me try and recall his history and background real quick and adapt it hereeee ok. tw for mentions of/allusions to domestic & child abuse and murder throughout

jasmine had fled from magical society just before the death eaters rose to full power, on the slim and foolish hope that she could survive peacefully if she simply assimilated into the muggle world. as an ex-order sympathiser, and a single woman from a well-known pureblood house, she knew full well that her future would not be in her own hands for too long. she was successful at hiding among muggles for a time, and eventually fell into a relationship with one, a young catholic man named ezra. jasmine didn’t love him, not really. he was not a kind man, but he was safe, a member of an anti-wizard community, and one that didn’t really threaten the death eaters. they were well and truly hidden. he didn’t know she was a witch when they married, and she certainly hadn’t planned to tell him, ever. she didn’t expect him to become ordained as a priest, but that only cemented further in her mind the need for secrecy - not to mention muggles’ general fear of wizardkind at this point.

ezra (junior) is born in boston (ezra senior conveniently needed to be there, so her son managed to be born without detection) in 2003. the first 3 years of his life are fine, all well and good, with a normal enough family, but it’s not long before the cracks open up. z’s not sure what starts it, but something does, and in come the years of hell.

what starts it is this: z’s bound to show some unrestrained signs of magic at some point, and they need a way to hide it if he does. jasmine makes the mistake of telling ezra (senior) instead of doing the damage control herself. and so begins hell.

they don’t leave. it would be unsafe, and truly, they’re trapped. they endure. they survive, jasmine and her son, until he’s 10 and he fights back. he fights back, and the magic comes out, and they’re found.

they’re found, and the death eaters come. ezra (senior) is murdered in front of ezra (junior)’s eyes, right as the man is barrelling towards his mother, and ezra (junior) is happy to see it. he regrets, somewhere down the line, much later when he’s twisted and lost, that he hadn’t been the one to do it.

both ezras die, and z diggory is born.

they, now the diggorys again, are whisked off, back into pureblood life. jasmine may be tainted by the association with a muggle, but she is still a pureblood heir. her son carries the diggory name, if not the blood, and so he is tolerated.

and well, he doesn’t agree with the death eaters, per se. but he’s used to being broken down, and it’s not hard for it to happen again. and the thing is, the first monster in his life was ezra. it’s hard for him not to think of his saviors, the ones who seemed to save his mother, too, as heroes. and he’s a survivalist, and he’s good at the things they do, his inquisitive mind latching onto the curiosity of the dark, his raw explosiveness and efficient nature just good at fighting, good at destroying, good at untying dark magicks. it’s a long and winding path, but by the time he’s an adult, they have their claws in him.

he’s still a writer, in this world, or at the very least a journaler. he keeps records. if anyone found the stacks of leatherbound books he keeps, with his sympathies and his self-loathing, his disgust, he would be thrown out in an instant. he’s a broken young man, searching for redemption, for salvation, convinced he will never find it.

he’s guilty. he knows it’s wrong, by the time he’s grown up. but there’s no way out - not that he sees, at least. there’s war on all fronts, and he’s just trying to live, and their claws are in him, he hasn’t much choice, in his mind. at the end of the day, he’s still just that broken child they spotted and made into a monster.

this z is probably more amenable to escape/betrayal of the death eaters than other iterations (for those who’ve met him before)

[cfdiggorys]

forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.

confessions || k.a. (via phrongs)