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[drurosier]

“Warrior. Hold your monsters close. Turn them into your magic.”

— Nikita Gill, from Modern Apollo And Artemis in “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons From Myths And Monsters”  

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location:  norris  estate  ;  ballroom

timestamp:  august  16th,  1950

tagging: @prospcrina​

druella  could  count  the  number  of  people  she  trusted  on  one  hand.  ( actually,  she  could  probably  count  them  on  one  finger. )  prosperina  greengrass  was  not  one  of  those  people,  but  she  was  starting  to  warm  up  to  the  other  girl.  gravity  seemed  to  draw  them  together  at  these  events,  and  who  were  they  to  tempt  fate?  lithe  fingers  circled  posy’s  wrist  and  pulled  her  away  from  the  crowd  toward  a  large  door  at  the  end  of  the  hall. a  door  that  only  seconds  ago  was  unlocked  with  a  simple  alohamora  charm.  maybe  that  should  have  been  a  warning  sign,  that  the  door  was  a  little  too  easy  to  open.

still holding prosperina’s  hand,  druella  pulled  her  into  what  appeared  to  be  a  grand  ballroom.  she  opened  her  mouth  to  say  something,  but  was  distracted  by  the  beautiful  room.  when  she  brought  her  attention  back  to  posy,  a  mischievous  glint  shined  in  her  brown  eyes.  “first  of  all,  you’re  welcome  for  saving  you.  you  looked  as  bored  in  there  as  i  felt.  lucky  for  you,  i  always  bring  party  favours.  now  let’s  play  a  game  of  potion  roulette,”  she  suggested,  revealing  three  small  viles  of  various  shapes.  “one  is  a  vile  of  ogden’s  old,  one  could  make  you  hallucinate  all  sorts  of  fun  and  fanciful  things,  and  the  third,”  she  paused  for  dramatic  effect,  offering  a  sacchrine  smile.  “the  third  might  kill  you.  choose  wisely,”  she  singsonged,  holding  out  the  colorful  viles.

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location:  norris  estate  ;  dining  room

timestamp:  august  16th,  1950

tagging: open

there  was  something  unnerving  about  the  norris  estate,  and  it  wasn’t  just  the  missing  host.  every  guest  in  attendance  seemed  a  little  more  on  edge  than  usual,  but  that  was  to  be  expected   —  if  their  invitations  were  as  disconcerting  as  druella’s  was.

with  a  simple  flick  of  her  wrist,  the  placard  emblazoned  with  her  name  went  flying  across  the  dining  room  toward,  straight  toward  the  opposite  end  of  the  table  where  she  had  seen  a  matching  ‘euphemia  gibbon’  card  earlier...  only  to  circle  back  around  and  fall  right  back  into  it’s  original  place  like  it  never  left.  her  lip  curled  in  something  resembling  disgust  as  she  read  the  names  on  either  side  of  hers  —  not  company  she  usually  kept.  a  small  gust  of  wind  that  seemingly  came  from  nowhere  billowed  the  tablecloth,  as  if  the  house  was  daring  her  to  try  it  again...  and  like  the  grown  ass  adult  she  was,  dru  stuck  her  tongue  out  at  the  not - so - inanimate  object.

she  was  about  to  leave  ( the  dining  room,  though  the  leaving  the  estate  did  cross  her  mind  more  than  once  throughout  the  night )  when  she  spotted  a  familiar  face...  and  because  she  was  still  channeling  her  inner  first  year,  she  pouted,  folding  both  arms  over  her  chest.  “whoever  made  these  seating  arrangements  has  a  death  wish,”  she  grumbled,  head  canting  to  the  side.  “i  can  only  hope  that  you  faired  better  with  your  assigned  dinner  companions  than  i  did.”

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druella  had  arrived  to  the  service  with  euphemia,  sneaked  upstairs  to  take  care  of  some  personal  business,  ran  into  fleamont,  and  now  she  was  seeking  euphemia  out  again.  they  had  been  there  long  enough  to  make  a  believable  appearance  and  she  was  ready  to  disappear...  after  a  drink  or  two.  she  was  just  leaving  the  bar  when  someone  had  the  audacity  to  reach  for  her  hand.  druella  wasn’t  naive  enough  to  draw  her  wand  somewhere  so  heavily  warded.  instead,  she  fixed  the  witch  with  a  hard  stare  as  she  turned  around,  eyes  briefly  darting  down  too  the  cold  hand  that  had  dared  to  grab  hers  only  a  moment  before.  if  it  belonged  to  anyone  else,  she  may  have  broken  it.

any  agitation  faded  from  her  features  when  she  saw  who  it  was,  someone  familiar,  someone  she  could  be  herself  with,  if  only  for  a  fleeting  moment.  “prosperina,”  she  returned  the  greeting,  eating  an  olive  from  her  martini  before  taking  a  sip.  greengrass  looked  as  uncomfortable  as  druella  felt,  but  the  alcohol  would  help.  her  lips  twitched  at  the  compliment,  but  before  she  could  return  it—  because  prosperina  did  outshine  just  about  everyone  at  the  manor,  even  in  a  simple  black  number—  the  older  witch  was  bringing  up  the  other  memorial  they  attended  not  long  ago,  and  her  features  fell  again.  “it  hasn’t  been  easy.”  she  replied,  choosing  her  words  carefully.  “i  hope  this  is  the  last  one  we  have  to  attend  for  a  while,”  she  added  truthfully.  with  nothing  else  to  add,  she  circled  back  to  the  compliment.  “your  dress  is  stunning.”

TIMESTAMP: 001 MEMENTO MORI, the potter family manor, 1 august 1950, 15:34

PRIVACY:WARDED, public space

TAGGING:@drurosier

prosperina  had  spent  much  of  the  day  practically  plastered  to  the  walls  of  the  potter  family  manor.  it  was  unusual  behaviour  for  her,  but  these  were  unusual  circumstances.  she  felt  unlike  herself  in  the  black  dress  -  her  reserved  temperament  was  the  one  part  of  herself  she  could  cling  to  in  this  environment.  while  she  would  typically  view  the  many  faces  in  the  room  as  opportunities,  as  people  that  should  know  her,  today  they  were  simply  a  sea  of  faces,  people  who  were  likely  as  shrouded  in  secrets  as  she  herself  was.  she  had  little  desire  to  know  these  people  at  this  moment,  to  hear  how  they  knew  henry  potter.  instead,  she  clung  to  the  wall,  drink  in  hand  and  made  polite  conversation  with  those  who  approached  her.

that  is,  until  prosperina  caught  sight  of  druella  rosier.  she’d  seen  her  with  euphemia  earlier,  but  prosperina  had  little  desire  to  enter  a  conversation  with  the  two  of  them,  but  druella  on  her  own  was  a  different  story.  prosperina  pushed  off  the  wall  gently,  the  tactical  part  of  her  mind  switching  on  effortlessly.  her  hand  caught  druella’s  for  the  briefest  of  moments,  only  to  stop  the  other  witch.  “druella,”  her  lips  formed  a  well  practiced  smile  as  she  addressed  the  other  girl.  it  quickly  fell  however  -  this  was  one  of  the  few  people  in  the  room  who  could  potentially  understand  the  guilt  nagging  in  prosperina’s  mind  and  prosperina  couldn’t  help  but  acknowledge  the  fact  that  if  anyone  had  been  entrusted  with  knowledge  of  whatever  had  happened  to  henry  potter,  it  was  the  witch  standing  before  her.  “you  look  lovely.  it  must  be  terribly  difficult  to  be  at  another  memorial  so  soon  after…”  she  trailed  off,  the  downward  turn  of  her  lips  almost  as  false  as  the  smile  that  had  graced  her  lips  only  moments  before.

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broughtdawn​:

the  first  shock  was  seeing  her  ––  DRUELLA  ––  walk  down  the  broad  and  grand  staircase  of  his  family  home  as  if  she  owned  it;  besides  the  fact  that  she  didn’t,  by  now  fleamont  had  almost  begun  to  forget  that  she  existed  outside  of  the  ministry  courtyard  at  two - fifteen  in  the  afternoon  on  most  weekdays  and  a  handful  of  weekends.  then  again,  it  was  almost  two - fifteen.  had  he  manifested  her  presence? the  second  shock,  however  ––  that  of  her  hand  reaching  out  towards  him  ––  had  him  violently  flinching  back,  left  hand  already  drawing  the  fragrant  sandalwood  wand  from  its  place  carefully  hidden  in  a  slim  pocket  of  his  jodhpuri  suit  and  leveling  it  at  her,  the  hex  just  about  ready  to  spill  from  his  lips  despite  the  warning  burn  of  the  manor’s  wards  against  his  exposed  skin.  these  days,  the  manor  was  so  heavily  protected  by  wards,  that  only  the  most  basic  of  household  charms  and  whatever  methods  the  elves  used  with  their  own  magic  could  be  casted  without  the  incantation  terribly  backfiring  on  the  caster.  they  were  practically  living  like  muggles. it  took  a  heaving,  calming  breath  to  slow  his  pounding  heart,  to  clear  his  vision  un-filtered  by  the  GLASSES  he’d  become  so  dependent  upon,  during  the  past  few  weeks. his  mother  had  nearly  thrown  a  conniption  when  she’d  seen  him  wearing  them  upon  arrival  earlier,  eventually  twisting  his  arm  into  tucking  them  away  out  of  respect  for  his  late  father  and  for  the  head - to - toe  mourning  white  he  wore.  “i’m  fine,”  he  answered,  lowering  the  wand  and  his  gaze  while  he  tucked  it  away.  “how  do  you  like  the  architecture?  mummy  fell  in  love  with  indian  art  deco,  but  father  likes––”  fleamont  swallowed,  half  a  bitter  smile  briefly  quirking  up  the  corner  of  his  mouth  at  the  stupid  little  mistake  he  couldn’t  seem  to  stop  making.  “––LIKED…  roccoco.  so  now,  we’re  stuck  with..”  he  gestures  around  them  vaguely  at  the  terrible  amalgamation  of  styles  evident  in  the  construction  of  the  manor,  nose  wrinkling  and  head  shaking.  “…this.”

his  reaction  was  unexpected,  aggressive,  and  immediate,  and  in  the  next  second,  druella  had  a  wand  aimed  at  her,  ready  to  fire.  she  didn’t  cower,  staring  straight  down  the  length  of  the  wand  with  a  bored  look  on  her  features.  the  walls  of  the  manor  were  fair  vibrating  with  their  own  magic,  ward  after  ward  stacked  on  top  of  each  other  to  an  almost  dangerous  extent.  she  could  feel  it.  fleamont  wouldn’t  hurt  her,  and  even  if  he  wanted  to,  he  couldn’t.  not  without  faring  the  same  tragic  fate  as  his  father.

the  only  reaction  came  in  the  form  of  the  witch  shifting  her  weight  from  one  leg  to  the  other,  arms  folding  over  her  chest  as  she  waited  him  out,  and  as  expected,  he  lowered  the  wand  and  she  couldn��t  resist  the  urge  to  roll  her  eyes.  “yeaaah,”  she  drew  out  the  word  with  an  exaggerated  nod.  “you  seem  fine,”  she  lied,  voice  dripping  with  sarcasm.  she  was  supposed  to  be  mourning  the  death  of  cygnus,  but  had  never  truly  gone  through  the  stages  of  grief  that  were  unmistakably  hitting  fleamont  hard.

she  barely  managed  to  swallow  the  laugh  that  bubbled  in  her  throat  when  he  changed  the  subject  so  easily,  like  he  hadn’t  seriously  been  considering  using  an  unforgivable  curse  on  her  only  moments  before.  —and  he  brought  up  the  manor’s  questionable  decor  of  all  things.  it  was  so  comically  in  character  for  fleamont.  tucking  painted  lips  between  her  teeth,  brown  eyes  danced  around  the  room,  coming  back  to  him  when  he  slipped  up.  “—it’s  nice,”  she  said,  the  only  truth  in  her  words  that  each  individual  piece  would  have  been  beautiful  on  it’s  own,  but  all  together,  it  was  kind  of  a  mess.  she  wasn’t  insensitive  enough  to  point  that  out,  offering  a  tight  lipped  smile  instead.

“it’s  just  past  two,”  she  pointed  out,  changing  the  subject  again  to  guide  them  to  familiar  territory.  she  glanced  around  the  room  again  before  looking  at  him,  one  eyebrow  arched,  hoping  he  could  figure  out  where  she  was  going  with  this.  “i  haven’t  seen  the  garden  yet,  i’m  sure  it’s  beautiful  this  time  of  year.”

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making  an  appearance  at  the  potter  memorial  was  little  more  than  a  business  move  for  euphemia,  and  as  her  business  partner,  druella  stayed  by  her  side  during  most  of  the  service,  except  for  the  brief  moment  she  slipped  upstairs  by  herself.  she  wasn’t  there  to  socialize,  and  if  she  were  being  honest,  there  weren’t  many  wixen  in  attendance  that  deserved  her  time.  she  didn’t  have  it  in  her  to  keep  feigning  despair,  whether  it  was  for  her  dear  departed  betrothed  or  the  recently  perished  patriarch  of  the  potter  family.  she  may  have  made  an  exception  for  lazarus  avery  though.

though  she’d  shared  eye  contact  with  the  potioneer  at  the  manor,  they  didn’t  get  a  chance  to  speak,  so  she  decided  to  stop  by  his  shop  later  that  evening.  in  true  dru  fashion,  the  witch  walked  into  the  verdant  reliquary like  she  owned  the  place.  his  smile  was  contagious,  drawing  the  corners  of  her  lips  up  as  well.  “avery,”  she  greeted  simply,  narrowing  her  eyes  playfully  at  the  wizard.  “i  didn’t  know  the  potters  were  giving  away  party  favors,  but  that  rug  looks  meagrely  better  on  you  then  it  looked  on  their  parlour  floor,”  she  jested,  tossing  lazarus  a  wink  before  leaning  forward,  arms  folded  over  the  counter  top,  head  canted.  “miss  me?”

druella + lazarus.

timestamp:  01,  Aug.  1950  at  18:39  ·  location:  the  verdant  reliquary  (  warded,  public  space  )  ·  tagging:  @drurosier​

the  shop  had  been  busy,  potions  and  herbs  flying  off  the  shelf  in  preparation  for  the  harvest  season,  though  the  reliquary  was  practically  restocking  itself  in  this  little  lull  as  laz  waved  his  wand.  he  had  been  back  for  a  few  hours  now,  in  and  out  of  the  celebration  of  life  for  henry  potter  in  a  little  over  an  hour,  not  making  time  to  talk  to  many  of  the  people  in  attendance.  though  he  saw  druella  with  euphemia  at  her  side  there,  he’d  decided  against  approaching  them.  euphemia  seemed  more  stern  than  usual  and  that  wasn’t  a  minefield  that  he  wanted  to  navigate  as  he  nicked  a  little  vial  of  the  potions  he  brewed  for  her  in  order  to  give  one  to  fleamont.  he  had  a  replacement  potion  starting  up  in  the  brewery  downstairs  but  it  would  be  a  while  before  he  could  give  it  to  her.  

the  bells  chimed  softly  and  as  laz  looked  up  to  greet  the  newest  customer,  he  let  out  a  sigh  of  relief.  seeing  druella,  especially  after  the  fog  of  the  potter’s  family,  brought  a  small  smile  to  his  face  and  laz  couldn’t  stop  himself  from  saying,  ❛  do  me  a  favor  and  say  something  snarky  ?  bring  me  back  to  a  sense  of  normalcy  ?  ❜

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though  druella  didn’t  have  any  of  henry  potter’s  blood  on  her  hands,  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  indirectly  responsible  for  his  death.  maybe  that  was  just  her  involvement  with  the  burial  society,  or  maybe  it  was  her  compulsive  need  to  carry  all  (  or  half  )  the  weight  of  euphemia’s  guilt.  that  was  part  of  her  responsibility as  euphemia’s  right  hand  woman,  but  she  was  sure  her  best  friend  would  disagree.  she  was  there  for  moral  support.  that  was  it.  not  because  she  was  friends  with  the  deceased’s  son.  because  she  and  fleamont  were  not  and  had  never  been friends.

the  potter  mansion  loomed  in  front  of  them,  tall  and  foreboding.  maybe  a  fraction  of  the  guilt  she  held  was  her  own.  because  even  though  they  weren’t  friends,  she  couldn’t  shake  the  feeling  that  fleamont  was  one  of  the  good  ones.  he  didn’t  deserve  this. 

the  hand  on  her  shoulder  pulled  her  out  of  her  thoughts  —    thank merlin  —  and  she  turned  her  head  to  look  at  her  better  half.  “that  we’re  the  best  dressed  here,”  she  teased,  glancing  at  each  of  their  outfits  with  a  smirk  curling  on  painted  lips.  exhaling  through  her  nose,  she  looked  from  euphemia  to  the  potter  manor.  “—  and  that  we  shouldn’t  be  here,”  she  admitted,  but  she  knew  why  they  were.

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 :  @drurosier​ .

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏 :  001, MEMENTO MORI, POTTER MANOR, 01 AUGUST 12PM .

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐘 :  NOT WARDED .

          euphemia’s guilt sits in her stomach like a stone, weighted and unyielding. her hand in the occasion did not escape her — when boiled down to nothing, she was the reason for the gloomy gathering in the potters’ courtyard. though the thought of catching a glimpse of fleamont or his mother loomed over her, euphemia had stood pin straight and chin held forward as she and druella made their way into potter manor. 

          perched beside druella now, euphemia resists the urge to cling to her friend’s hand. it would be childish — a total and complete contradiction of the severity and ruthlessness she’d held when she’d oh-so-charmingly asked olive to do her dirty work. she’s frustrated at herself for her own softness, for the innate warmth inside her that always seems to be able to fight off the cold that she’s forced in its place. a short sigh through her nostrils, and she raises a black-gloved hand to place it on druella’s shoulder. 

          ❛ what are you thinking ? ❜     perhaps an innocuous question, but druella more than anybody had the ability to read between the lines of euphemia’s words. she’s desperate to know what’s going on in dru’s head — if this casualty of their cause hung heavy over her as it did euphemia. aware of the many pairs of ears around them, her voice is hushed. 

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TIMESTAMP: August 01, 1950 / 02:00pm

LOCATION: Potter Manor / Henry’s Memorial

TAGGED: Fleamont Potter / @broughtdawn​

As a Rosier, Druella was taught from a young age how important appearances were, so though she wasn’t friends with Fleamont or close to anyone in the Potter family (after they were excluded from the sacred twenty eight list) she did feel obligated to attend the service for Henry Potter. To make an appearance at the service and pay her respects to the deceased.

As it were, this was the second memorial Dru had attended over the summer (and the second she and her companion for the evening were directly and indirectly responsible for) but this time the attention wasn’t on the poor almost widower, but on the Potter heir... and his attention was, as expected, on her date for the night. That kept Fleamont proper distracted and gave Druella a perfect window of opportunity to sneak upstairs and have a peak around the manor.

She was on her way back down the grand staircase when her eyes met her former potions partner’s and she knew she needed to act fast before he started asking questions. “Potter," she called out, lips twitching in the same pitiful almost smile she had grown tired of seeing. “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you,” she lied, reaching out to touch his arm. “How are you holding up?” she asked the same question she had been asked a thousand times, in a false pretense of friendliness, even though the pair definitely were not friends.

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Mythical Creature Ask Meme

Send a mythical creatures & I will respond to the corresponding question!

Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?

Banshee: Has your muse had a close call with death?

Basilisk: Has your muse been responsible for the death of another?

Centaur: Has your muse experienced a physical altercations?

Chimera: Does your muse tend to be aggressive?

Cyclops: Does your muse immerse them self in a single task?

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

Elf: Does your muse value appearance?

Griffin: Does your muse have any priceless possessions?

Hippogriff: Does your muse have a high level of self worth?

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

Kraken: What haunts your muse?

Manticorn: What does your muse fear?

Mermaid: How does your muse connect to water?

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

Nymph: How does your muse connect to earth?

Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

Pegasus: How does your muse connection to air?

Phoenix: Who was your muse in their past life?

Pixie: How does your muse tend to get into trouble?

Siren: Does your muse often act in revenge?

Sphinx: How does your muse value loyalty?

Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

Troll: Does your muse have a collection?

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

Wendigo: What makes your muse gluttonous?

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

Wraith: How does your muse connect to the afterlife?

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Your plan, which makes it our plan. Whatever it is, I need to know.

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Sierra Burgess is a Loser (2018) Directed by Ian Samuels

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄.

FULL NAME: Druella Eurydice Rosier

KNOWN SOBRIQUETS AND/OR PSEUDONYMS: Dru, Ella

REGISTERED BLOOD STATUS: Verified Pureblood

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Turkish, French

BIRTHPLACE: Istanbul, Turkey

GENDER, PRONOUNS: Cis-Female, She/Her/Hers

FAMILY:

MARITAL STATUS: Single/Unmarried

SPOUSE, IF APPLICABLE: Cygnus Black, fiancé (deceased)

OFFSPRING, IF APPLICABLE: N/A

ORIENTATION: Demiromantic, bisexual.

DATE OF BIRTH & AGE:  August 31st, 1925 / Twenty Four

WESTERN ZODIAC: Virgo / Trustworthy / Disciplined / Opinionated / Honest / Dedicated / Resourceful / Stubborn / Intuitive / Meticulous / Practical

PROFILE:

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HAIR COLOR: Light Brown

BUILD & HEIGHT: 5′8″ / Slim Build

IDENTIFYING MARKS & SCARS: Long scar on her right knee from a Quidditch accident at Hogwarts in 1940.

SCHOOLING: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

HOUSE, IF APPLICABLE: Ravenclaw

N.E.W.T.S: Transfiguration E / Charms O / Potions O / Herbology O / Ancient Ruins E / Care of Magical Creatures O / History of Magic O / Defense Against the Dark Arts E

OCCUPATION: Unspeakable

   MINISTRY FIELD, IF APPLICABLE: Department of Mysteries

REGISTERED WAND:  11 ¼" beech wand with phoenix feather core, hard flexibility.

AMORTENTIA: Petrichor, Tulips, Leather, Smoke

BOGGART: It’s always been an inferi crawling towards her, but in a recent encounter, took the form of her dear departed fiancé, Cygnus Black, still as an inferi. 

PATRONUS: Adder

KNOWN AFFILIATIONS: Euphemia Gibbon, Lucretia Black, Orion Black

CURRENT MAILING ADDRESS: 1✘¤3 Rigel Drive / London, England

LAST SEEN LOCATION: Ministry of Magic

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Member of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers ; Travels frequently to Turkey and France

SECURITY STATUS: Ministry Clearance Level 2

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MAJOR ARCANA ASK MEME.

I. The Magician — What does your muse consider themself an expert in?

II. The High Priestess — How does your muse feel about religion?

III. The Empress — Describe your muse’s relationship with their mother.

IV. The Emperor — Describe your muse’s relationship with their father.

V. The Hierophant —  Who does your muse turn to when they’re in desperate need of help?  

VI. The Lovers — What are your muse’s feelings about love?

VII. The Chariot — Describe one of your muses coping mechanisms.

VIII. Strength — Describe how your muse handles trauma.

IX. The Hermit — Describe how your muse deals with personal issues.

X. Wheel of Fortune — Has your muse ever had to start over, or have they ever wanted to?

XI. Justice — Describe a time when your muse received just desserts - regardless of if that was what they wanted.

XII. The Hanged Man — Describe a time where your muse felt persecuted.

XIII. Death — Describe a time where your muse felt like they lost a major part of their life.

XIV. Temperance — Does your muse feel like they have their life in order?

XV. The Devil — Has your muse ever given into temptation?

XVI. The Tower — What does your muse consider to be the worst thing that ever happened to them?

XVII. The Star — Describe the type of art that your muse is drawn towards.

XVIII. The Moon — Describe an uneasy time in your muse’s life.

XIX. The Sun — Describe a happy moment in your muse’s life.

XX. Judgement — Describe a time where your muse had to make a difficult decision.

XXI. The World — What are your muses biggest dreams, and how do they plan to achieve them?

XXII/0. The Fool — Has your muse ever faced a high risk high reward opportunity that could potentially leave them ruined? Describe that opportunity and whether or not they took it.

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FRUITY HEADCANON PROMPTS

🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them?  

🍅  :    how does my muse feel about plastic  /  cosmetic surgeries   &   procedures?  is it something they have done or would do?  do they mind if others do it?  

🍏  :    how stable is my muse’s physical health?  do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician?  do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication?  how often do they get sick?

🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?  

🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?  

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?  

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?  

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?

🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?  

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?  

🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?  

🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero? did they move away,  or do they wish to?

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