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That got a chuckle out of Delaney, as understanding and an odd sense of camaraderie filled her. “I break rules sometimes, just to appease my wand too. It works exceptionally well once I’ve done something outside of my mundane routine. Except—you know, this doesn’t sit well with the professors. I’ve learnt this the hard way,” she nodded somberly, as if she was sharing a grave secret with Leander. “Oh, no, don’t think that. A wand always chooses its owner for a reason right?” she asked, remembering that line from someplace. “Or did you get yours from a family member? If that���s the case, it might be harder to earn its trust, although it’s not impossible either. So don’t feel discouraged!” 

“Well, I’m glad to know that I’m not alone then.”  Leander was really happy that Delaney had thought today was a school day, not because he was happy she had to wake up and rush off to class. Instead he was happy because this was the first time that he didn’t feel as if he were crazy to think his wand almost had a mind of its own. “No, it’s mine. Got it from Olivander’s myself.” Leander was unsure if Delaney understood how much her words meant to him. And without going into much detail about his life she never would. Still, he felt that he ought to thank her. “Thank you.”

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Just what we do || Leander and Luella

Leander made his way around the edge of the lake, along an old familiar path toward a little tucked away corner.  This place was what Leander called “The Archery Range” not that it was much to look at. It was really just an old haybale knicked from behind Hagrid’s place with a bit of parchment tacked to it.  It was a remnant from Leander’s brother’s years at Hogwarts. Hudson had been like the rest of his family, felt he had a duty to the world to eliminate the werewolf “problem” from the world. An idea that Leander didn’t exactly share with his family, but he didn’t have the courage to break away from them.  He couldn’t turn his back on the only family he knew, and so here he was practising archery because it was the only fighting style he was really good at. Because that’s what his family expected of him, and he didn’t know how to do anything different. 

At some point, Luella had started joining him. Or perhaps he was joining her. Her family was the more powerful one anyways. Sure the Barlows and Parrishes had been known to team up, but because the Parrishes had the numbers and the animalistic killing vein.  They were a bit like a dog, you point them at what you want to kill and tell them to. He’d always felt a bit intimidated by the Barlows, not feeling like he had enough class to hang out with them. Not necessarily wanting to hang out with them because he knew the only reason he did was so was because of their shared “hobby” that he desperately wanted to forget. Somewhere along the way through, hanging out with Luella had been fun. Leander could almost forget why they were out there and just focus on the fact that he was out there with a friend.

Leander came around the corner and smiled at the Hufflepuff who, as usual, had beaten him out there. “Hope I’m not too late. Alanis got in a fight with another cat and I had to make sure she was alright.”

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The Sorting || Leander’s first year

When little Leander Parrish stood in front of the Sorting Hat on that first evening he was terrified. For so long he had wanted to be exactly like his brother: strong, tough, and Slytherin. Just like everyone in his family before him. But as he stood in front of the hat, moments before the hat was placed on his head, he realized that was not what he wanted.  He loved his family, but deep down he knew the person that he would become if he were to be placed in Slytherin.  He would become the monsters that they were, killing the creatures they claimed were the monsters instead.  

As the Hat was dropped onto his head, he closed his eyes expected to be sorted immediately, like the students before him had been.  Instead, he heard a voice and curiously opened his eyes.  The faces of the students stared back at him. The older students looked on in amusement, most of them knowing the same voice that Leander was hearing now.  The students who were behind Leander in line looked on with a mix of fear and curiosity, not knowing what to expect. 

The voice that he heard echoed into his head, which he quickly guessed was why he hadn’t heard any speaking before now, save for the shout into the Hall of each students’ house placement. “Another Parrish destined for Slytherin?” Leander’s eyes widened in his alarm and he began shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, no. Please. I can't go there.” He began to repeat the words as if they were a prayer. As if the words repeated enough could somehow change the outcome of this sorting.

The deep chuckle of the hat seemed to fill his soul. “Calm little Leander Parrish.”  He’d never had a voice inside of his head like that, that was so distinctly not his own. It was an odd experience, to say the least. Somehow the deep baritone of the Sorting Hat managed to comfort him and unnerve him at the same time. “You could do great in Slytherin. You could be closer to your family. You would find community amongst the students under the lake.”

Leander tensed up at the thought of being closer to his family. What he wanted more than anything in the world was the love and acceptance of his family. To know that he was loved and cared about. To know that he was safe. But that’s not something that he was going to get.  Not with his family’s basement full of secrets.  He would never feel safe in his own home, and so didn’t see the point of trying so hard to please them like that.   

He considered what to say to the Sorting Hat. Should he appeal to logic or emotion? Did he want to avoid Slytherin because it was the only logical way to distance himself from his murderous family? Or because he wanted to find something that he knew he couldn’t find in Slytherin. “You can read my thoughts, right? Look at them! You see what my family is. How could you send me there, knowing what I’d become? I can’t become that. The only way to avoid that, to find a way out is to put me somewhere else.” 

There was silence for a moment before the Hat’s voice sounded in his head again. “I do not seek to impose judgment on the actions or possible actions of the students. My only role is to place you where you will do the best. The people with which your values align most cohesively.”

At the Sorting Hat’s words, Leander was more comforted than he thought that he would be. Years of appealing to his parent’s logic to get out of things he didn’t want to do had trained him for this. There might have even been the hint of a smile on his face as he responded. ”You yourself then just proved why I shouldn’t go to Slytherin then. The place where I would do best, it’s not Slytherin. While you don’t impose judgment on our actions, we can still impose judgment on ourselves. And to me, best is where I would thrive. Where I could come out the other side of these seven years a better person. Even you can see, that at least for me, Slytherin is not that place.” 

Again, there was another pause. When the Hat spoke next, Leander could hear the amusement in its voice. “Well if that’s the case, I know the perfect house for you. It’s going to be . . .”

“RAVENCLAW”

The booming voice of the Sorting Hat made Leander jump slightly in his seat. A smile came across his face, and he slid off his seat. He made his way to the table where all of the other Ravenclaws had gone. He joined his new housemates and sat through the rest of the sorting with a smile on his face. Arrogantly, and perhaps in true Ravenclaw fashion, Leander thought that he had outsmarted the Sorting Hat.  

What Leander didn’t realize was that the Sorting Hat had no intention of actually placing him into Slytherin. That the deliberation was not between Slytherin and all the other houses, but between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Leander will wonder his whole Hogwarts career what his life would have been like if he had been placed in Slytherin. And on the days that he feels particularly isolated, he’ll wonder if it was the right choice to place him in Ravenclaw. But everyone feels lonely in their house sometimes, and as he gets older he’ll realize that everyone displays a little bit of all of the houses. The choice that was made in the end was the right one, and he’ll forever be thankful that he wasn’t placed in Slytherin. Ravenclaw was his home now, and he’ll forever be loyal to the Eagles in the tower, as they gave him a chance to change his future from the one that he was raised believing that he’d have to follow.

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“I’m not sure I’d have time to put towards learning an instrument,” He admitted with a soft sigh. “But I’d like to hear you play!” Haneul loved music in all it’s forms, when he danced he was invested in the rhythm and the story music told but he also liked to just listen to music, it added something to the world he couldn’t quite describe. A warmth, perhaps? There was something nice about the simplicity of sound bringing such varying emotions from people.

Haneul couldn’t help but smile proudly when it was suggested he’d take the lead, of course he would expect a proper audition process but undoubtedly he imagined he’d dominate overall and secure himself a good part. He’d trained most of his life to do just that, it was only to be expected even here. Still he didn’t like the idea that Leander doubted himself. “It’s not so difficult, just as it’s never too late to learn to play an instrument it’s never too late to start dancing.” Haneul was up on his feet a moment later, balancing on a bench and beckoning the other boy to join him with his hands. “Come on, I’ll show you, even footwork is easy if you start simple.”

"Well next time you’re in the area of the Ravenclaw tower, drop by and I’ll play you a song. Or I’ll bring it out one day and try to find you.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t tend to carry my guitar around with me. It’s pretty bulky.” Still, Leander liked the idea that someone actually wanted to hear him play.  His dormmates were sort of over his guitar, and his family didn’t support his music beyond buying him the guitar originally. They seemed like they wanted to support him, but weren’t pleased by his preference of music and arts over what they wanted him to do.  

Leander rose as Han beckoned him forward, his steps echoing as he stepped on the wooden benches. “I can’t promise that you’re going to be amazed at my dancing skills.” He smiled down at Han, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Han’s words sonded to him like the start of “Do Re Mi”, and he couldn’t help but make the reference. They had just been talking about musicals after all. “Let’s start at the very begining?” 

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Delaney imagined just how useful it would be for the cuts and bruises she earned from Quidditch sometimes if her wand performed better at healing spells, and exclaimed, “Ooh, that should be very useful. I mean–not that I’m implying that you’d get hurt often or anything, but if in the event that you or somebody else did get hurt, it’d be nice to have you and your wand around.” Delaney grinned at Leander’s words; she took that as a compliment. “Nah, I don’t mind sharing,” she said with a shake of her head. “On the contrary, I think it helps stabilize my wand’s performance and temperament, since it’s a unicorn tail hair core.” The Gryffindor has often wondered what it’d be like if her wand’s core was something else - probably disastrous, seeing as it would have already combusted when she did nothing else except cast the disarming charm over and over again until she perfected it in her second year. “What about yours?”

“Yeah, I’d like to think so. Once I realized that the wand was good at healing spells, I’ve gone out of my way to learn some healing spells. Just to appease it.” It was still highly ironic to Leander that with his family history he’d have this temperamental wand that was good at healing and disliked dueling. “That makes sense since unicorn tail is consistent for magic.” Leander smiled, parroting what he remembered from the wand lore book he had found in the library. “Mine’s phoenix feather. Which just makes it more temperamental and I think is why I have to convince it to do magic at times. I’m not uhm, not entirely sure that I’ve won its loyalty yet, which I think is why I have to do that.  It’s just tolerating me because it’s bored I think.”

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Screaming at the ones we love Like we forgot who we can trust Screaming at the top of our lungs On the grounds where we feel safe Do we feel safe? Do we feel safe?

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Haneul had no idea Leander was so musically inclined. It was rather wonderful to him, while he had always loved listening to music and connected to it greatly as an art form he’d never actually taken up any instruments himself. His passion lay elsewhere, in expressing himself with the help of music rather than using music to express himself, very different things when one really thought about it but it didn’t make him any less impressed by Leander’s talents.

“That’s wonderful!” He thought aloud, bringing a knee up to his chest on the bench and resting his chin upon it. “No, I don’t play any instruments.” A sigh left him. He almost wished he’d learnt, in fact it wasn’t too late for him to attempt it, but his focus had to be on his performing right now, he had to prioritise that. It was unfortunate though, just one more thing he would have to put off until he’d achieved what he wanted from performing, he needed to make sacrifices if he wanted to be the best of the best. “It would be nice if Hogwarts had a drama club,” He concluded after a moment. “You haven’t seen a play but we could put on plays, we could have a band too, all the best theatres have people playing the music live- they’re usually tucked away somewhere you can’t see too well but it’s still mesmerising. Live music, live dancing, a story unfolding right before your eyes. It would be nice if we had that here.”

“Ah, I see. Well it’s never too late to learn how to play an instrument. I mean I’m not really a teacher, but I taught myself to play so if you ever wanted to learn the basics.” For Leander music, specifically guitar playing, had been a way to distract himself over summer. He wasn’t even that good at writing songs, he had like two halfway decent songs that he’d created. Mostly it was getting his hands on as many sheets of music he could and learning to play them. “That would be nice actually. I think you have the most experience out of all of us, so naturally you’d get the leads.  I think I’d be a good supporting role for you. An excellent Rizzo to your Sandy,” Leander grinned trying to imagine himself actually on stage, but was failing. He couldn’t imagine having to be in front of people for such a prolonged period of time. 

Leander moved from where he had been leaning against the rail and came to sit beside Han on the bench. “Though I can’t imagine dancing live in front of people.  I’m positive that I’d just trip on my feet and take the whole set down with me.” Leander thought a moment and then smiled back at Han.  “How do you even memorize all that dancing? Shows are an hour and a half, two hours, yeah? I can’t imagine having to memorize that many things that I’d have to do with my feet.”

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“If you think I would do business with you at all, you’ve either severely misunderstood where we stand or you’re monumentally, insanely arrogant. Neither bodes well for you.” Jack said, sounding less like he was explaining something and more like he was trying to verbally slice Leander in half. He crossed his arms, mirroring Leander’s stance across the room. Leander wasn’t smiling anymore, but Jack was. He could feel it stretching his face, anger grit in his teeth and biting into his cheeks. “As much as we all try to forget it, I’m recently removed from a so-called pureblood line myself. I know about the sick, depraved shit they do in the name of ‘protecting’ their way of life and how much they love to brag about it in corners at dinner parties. We went to enough of them before our invitations were revoked, and so I know full well why the Parrish family keeps getting invites despite the fact you’re half-bloods.”

“The most hard-working half-bloods, right?” Jack prompted, every syllable sharp as a knife. “That’s what you are. Doing important work. Hunting down the vermin, the filthy halfbreeds. So brave, taking on the hard work purebloods in the public eye can’t afford to be suspected of. So You’ll go down in the history books as some of the most hard-working murderers the wizarding world has ever known,” Jack said, feeling a kind of numbness at the center of him like burning cold. “Honorary purebloods. Just about. So why don’t you tell me, Leander. What the fuck have you done to earn this. What have you done to uphold the family name?” 

Leander glared at Jack as he talked, slightly offended as the Slytherin called him arrogant. It was also the tone of how he said it, but more than that the fact that Leander was beginning to realize he was being judged without due process. It clicked in Leander’s head what Jack was referring to, and Leander felt as if his stomach had just dropped out of his body. His arms had been crossed, and he pulled them closer to his body. A form of protection from the rest of the world from the facts he was being forced to face. 

Logically he should have known that someone in this school would know about his family. And he was sure that many people might know, but no one had ever called him on it. No one had ever come right out and said that they knew what his family did.  He had figured if he never talked about it, never faced it, that it could just go away.  Anyone who actually knew his family knew how unlike them he was. Anyone actually paying attention could tell that Leander tried to distance himself from it. Leander felt on the urge of a panic attack, his mind trailing down doors that he kept locked up in his mind. The words “murderer” and “honorary pureblood” were the loudest things in his mind.  He probably would have broken down if it hadn’t been for Jack’s words. So accusatory, as if he somehow knew everything there was to know about Leander since he knew about his family. It was that anger that kept Leander from breaking down into a full fledged panic attack, though he was still struggling to keep his breath even and controlled. 

Leander visibly struggled at finding the words and when he finally spoke his words were cold, unfeeling, foreign even to Leander.  “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me Longdale. Maybe you should get better at what you do before you go around running your mouth about things you think I do.”

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The Remembrall had been a gift from Liam. Just seeing it in Parrish’s hands was more than enough to make Jack see red. “No,” Jack said, shortly, snatching back his Remembrall and shoving it deep in his robe pocket. He wasn’t so much an early riser as an insomniac, but Jack didn’t feel much like explaining himself. “But you are? Noted. I’ll make a point to avoid mornings, then.” He stormed back to the low coffee table. Though they were dorm mates, they’d managed to go three days without really interacting since Slytherin had moved in. Merlin forbid Jack be the one to break their streak now. 

Arms clasped behind his back and shoulders squared off, he glared down at the blueprints once more, as if hoping for a sudden last-second spark of inspiration. None came, so he resumed rolling up the Quibbler into a cylinder to jam in his pocket. It was time to go. Penny would murder him if he picked a fight in her common room, and every second he was here with Leander– Jack set about fiddling with the maps, trying to remember how they folded up as he felt Leander’s eyes on him. What the fuck was Leander thinking, talking to him? Jack thought he’d been crystal clear when they’d met that they were not going to get on well if Leander kept up his I’m so helpful and friendly act. 

Leander tried not to get offended as Jack snatched the Remembrall out of his hands like he was contagious. Tried, but if you were watching his eyes closely enough someone might have seen them narrow slightly out of frustration. Though Leander sincerely doubted that Jack was paying attention enough, or even cared. Watching Jack storm off back to the table, and all but say that he was avoiding Leander was frustrating to him.  After three days of having to tiptoe around the Slytherins to avoid confrontation, Leander was just tired. Tired of having to tiptoe around everyone in here, tired of having to share is space with others, and tired of having to deal with so many people all the time. Leander’s fuse had been cut short, and he wasn’t normally this confrontational. But something about the way Jack was obviously ignoring him was hitting more than a few nerves.  

The Ravenclaw folded his arms and all but glared at Jack as the other boy rolled up and folded the papers that were on the coffee table.  “Until three days ago, I only knew you in passing as the guy I could get moonshine from if I was inclined.” There was an edge to his voice as he spoke, his frustration leaking out into his speech. “Can’t have said more than a handful of words to each other in passing, if that. So what the bloody hell could I have done to you to, to get you to act like this?” Penny seemed to like this guy, Merlin knows they spent enough time together in these common rooms, but for the life of him Leander could not understand why. All he could see was this rude, dismissive snake standing in front of him and wondered why Jack couldn’t at least be cordial. That’s all Leander had wanted. But all hope of that had seemed to go out the window the second the Headmaster had announced the new dorm assignments, despite Leander’s attempts to do otherwise.   

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LEANDER PARRISH SIXTH HALF-BLOOD RAVENCLAW

HISTORY

Jon Parrish and Olive Sinclair were both raised and indoctrinated to believe that werewolves were a blight on society and unfit to live amongst the Wizarding community or around humans at all. The Parrish family was amongst a few Wizarding families who shared a highly specific and dangerous hobby - werewolf hunting.  When Jon and Olive graduated Hogwarts, they were arranged to be married. Bound by honor and duty (and a shared love of hunting) Olive took the Parrish name and the two became a most fearsome hunting duo.  They two could not sit by as the Wizarding World faced increasing attacks from werewolves on innocent wizards and muggles alike.  Olive and Jon were among the few who pushed for more and frequent hunts, increasing the frequency from once or twice a year to almost monthly by the time that Olive grew pregnant with the couple’s first child.

The Parrish family wears their scars proudly, as trophies of a hunt well done.  It pained Olive to give up hunting, even for a short while, but the whole family agreed that their family needed heirs.  Olive gave birth to two sons: Hudson and Leander, but was always up fighting as soon as she was give a clean bill of health after the births.  

Hudson and Leander were three years apart in age, but light years away in personality. There have been many times in Leander’s life when he wondered if he truly belonged in his family.  Everyone in his family possessed a ruthlessness and a drive that he just didn’t. Even as a young child he was always more content with reading or quiet activities rather than join in with his brother and cousins rough-housing.  Not that Leander never played with them. On the contrary, he possessed an exorbitant amount of hero worship for his older brother and cousins which meant he tried his hardest to fit in and play with them.  Though he always did enjoy his books more. The Parrish house was always a revolving door of family members. Aunts, Uncles, and cousins were always over visiting which meant that Leander seldom had a shortage of people to play with.  He especially loved when his cousins would spend the night over at their house when their parents would go out on camping trips.  One adult or older cousin would stay behind with all of the younger children. It was always changing and it kept Leander’s life interesting and exciting.

When Leander was six, his world was tilted on its axis.  One evening he hadn’t been able to sleep, and was wandering around his house.  His cousins were asleep upstairs after another fun sleepover night when he heard a commotion coming from the basement.  The door to the basement was usually locked and the secrets that it held were things that he’d “learn about when he was older”. This evening the door had been left ajar and he heard the voices of his parents and grandfather drifting up from below.   What six year old could resist?  For the rest of his life, Leander would wish that he could go back in time. Back to that moment that he began down the stairs and stop it.  He wished that he could go back to the childhood where his family secrets stayed buried there under the house. That evening he learned a secret that all Parrish children learned at 10 years old.  He finally learned why all of the Parrish children begun stamina and strength training at age 7 and combat training at 9. He saw the family’s trophy room, lined with the heads of their conquests, of the werewolves that they had killed.  The most shocking thing that evening to little Leander was the dead body lying on a table, with his family standing around each other congratulating each other on a hunt well done. Leander was paralyzed, frozen in fear on the stairs until he was spotted.  

Not too long after that, Leander and Hudson were sat down and told the dark and dangerous secrets of the Parrish family.  Leander was 6, too young for that knowledge, and Hudson was 9, only a year before he would have been told anyways.  Hudson, who had already begun combat training, was indoctrinated into the Parrish’s views of werewolves being horrible monsters that needed to be eradicated. Leander was too soft for all of this. He was the child that cried for the small rodents that they fed their owls.  Leander didn’t see the heads in the basement as proof of the family’s good deeds for this world, he saw it as needless killing of animals that had their own thoughts and feelings.  His knowledge was still warped by his family though, and even to this day Leander has difficulty seeing werewolves as people, but that doesn’t mean that they should be eradicated for merely existing.  

When a Parrish child was 10, if they showed enough promise in their training, were allowed to attend their family’s monthly “camping trips”. On a child’s first hunting trips, they were allowed to watch the proceedings from a safe distance, guarded by more experienced family members every month. By age 11 they are expected to be able to help participate in the hunt rather than observing, and on the full moon closest to their 17th birthday they are expected to make their first solo kill.  The scars that the family gained from these hunts were worn like badges of honor, proof that their family was contributing to this world. Even if the secret had to be carried with them to the grave. Leander seldom attended these hunts, feigning illness and volunteering to babysit the younger children as often as he could.  Leander’s disdain for the family business was on a “don’t ask, don’t tell” basis.  Everyone knew that Leander was not cut out for their way of life, but refused to acknowledge it.  It was the white elephant in the room, and the family allowed him to take up the job of babysitter. They used to rotate, all hating to be left behind and held back from the hunt, so many jumped at the chance to leave their nephew behind and attend the hunt.  

Leander packed up his room the moment that he received his Hogwarts letter.  The call of Hogwarts was that of safety. A place where he could get away from the family business and be the person that he wanted to be without his family pressuring him to participate. There are still occasions where his brother would come barging into his dorm, pulling him out of bed and dragging him along on the family hunts.  The Parrish’s knew passageways to sneak out of the castle and return before they were noted to be out of bed.  The Slytherins never asked questions, so Hudson was able to move around with confidence. It was during these times that Leander wished that he had somehow managed to convince the Sorting Hat to put him into Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.  At least then he would be protected from his brother dragging him off to hunts behind a password protected portrait not just a riddle that other students can answer as well.  Nothing made Leander happier than when his brother graduated from Hogwarts and he was finally out from under the immediate watchful eye of his family.  

NOW

Leander is one of the more powerful magic wielders in his family, and an adept dueler as well.  Despite his absence on most hunts, his family still trained him along side of his brother and cousins.  In order to not draw even more attention to himself in his family politics, he dutifully trained harder and longer than everyone else. He goes along with most things that his family tells him, not making waves to try to keep their gaze off of him for as long as he could imagine. When he trained he imagines that he was training to fight his family instead of the werewolves they were training him to fight against.   Leander rarely showcases his talents at dueling, but rumours still circulate Hogwarts from the few times that he has attended and participated in duels around the school.  The common consensus is not to mess with Leander, because despite his quiet demeanor lurks a fierce and powerful dueler.  Leander does his best to reject these rumours. He might be quiet, but is the type of person to have a smile for everyone.  Making friends and hanging out with people he cares about are very important to him. His friends receive the love that he stopped giving to his family when he was young, to a point where he might smother his friends with his love.

Starting in Leander’s 4th year, the first year his brother was not attending Hogwarts, he flourished. It was the first time that he had been truly free from the gaze of a family member, and now more free from the reach of his family than he ever had been. Leander still avoided the limelight, but smiled more and found that it was easier to have friends. He wasn’t worried about looking over his shoulder or having his brother remind him of his duties to his family.

It was in this time that Leander found the time to explore his gender and sexuality to find that they are not so easily contained into a box. He is not so fond of labels, but knows that the way that he relates to his gender is not the same way that other might. He identifies as genderfluid, somewhere in flux between male and female. He does not mind being called by male pronouns or by male identifiers, however he knows that the truth is somewhere slightly off center from male. Hogwarts is a more accepting place, and he found little resistance to his identification as genderfluid. For this he is thankful as he knows that his family would never find this acceptable.      

This summer Leander will turn seventeen. Most wix eagerly await the day that the Trace is no longer in effect and they are considered adults in the Wizarding world, but Leander is dreading it.  For a Parrish child, seventeen marks your first solos kill, the first time that they are expected to find, track, and kill a werewolf with minimal help from the members of the hunt.  Leander has managed to avoid killing at all, and merely watches on the hunts that he is forced on.  He knows though that this is one thing that his family will not let him avoid.  To be a Parrish you must kill, so Leander would at the very least be forced to cut all ties with his family and never see them again.  That is assuming that the family will be merciful, though with the collective ruthlessness of the family Leander wonders if he would be allowed to leave, or if they would eliminate him like the werewolves that they hunt for disgracing the family name.  

DETAILS

BIRTHDAY: august 25th. FACECLAIM: Jacob Artist. WAND: 12 ½ ”, birch & phoenix feather. POSITION: n/a. CONNECTIONS: Leander is a distant cousin of Arden Sinclair.

STATUS: TAKEN

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the-yunhaneul:   

Never seen a play. Han could hardly believe how many people had told him something similar, he knew not everyone had the same intense love for theatre as he did but how people had never seen even a small scale production he couldn’t fathom. “Films are great too, of course, there’s the added bonus of things like CGI so effects are often more grand and they can appeal to a much wider audience,” He agreed with a small nod. He loved films too, his father had developed a deep love for films while studying in the UK and when Haneul was born it was something the two of them could share, one of the few things that truly bonded them. He loved films but there was something about the theatre that was spectacular and he only lasted a moment or two before he was adding, “You have to see a play! Everyone must, at one point in their lives, there is something theatre does that can’t be captured in a film. It’s… it’s magical, seeing things unfold before you like that. No editing, no chances to re-take, theatre is much more… human?”

He couldn’t believe Leander hadn’t seen a play but he could still appreciate the boy’s interest in music, as a dancer Haneul loved all kinds of music and viewed it as both a leisurely thing to use to pass the time but also an expression of one’s soul. Though Grease was not so much the latter for him, it was definitely a musical he enjoyed, one he would happily take part in for fun more than for the need to challenge himself as a performer. “It’s a long way to fall,” He laughed softly, twisting around on the bench to look at the higher seats. “The routine could be pulled off here though, one half of it anyway, a stage show with stands this high would be difficult with the lack of space for Sandy. It would have to be a very grand production.” He mused over the idea, tilting his head as he briefly considered the possibility of using two stands to split the song, though of course that would beg to question where people would watch it from. “Do you play any instruments?” Haneul asked suddenly, curious because despite his love of music he didn’t play anything himself.

"I would love to see a play, someday. It sounds like a cool experience.” But first it would involve convincing his family that going to see a play would actually be worth their time.  Which means that he’ll probably have to go after he moves out or if a friend takes him. But he didn’t like thinking about all of the things he had missed out on because of his cult-like family. The only semblance of normal he had was when he visited his grandmother, who wasn’t part of their hunting group but definitely didn’t do anything to fight against it.   

Leander nodded at Han’s question. “Yeah, just guitar and piano though. Family had a piano I used to bang around on as a kid, and then I taught myself to play guitar.  Harder than I thought it was going to be, but I didn’t really have anything better to do over my summers.” Leander loved creating, love music.  Figured if he was going to do anything with his life he would want to add beauty and happiness to the world, instead of sadness and murder. Right now music was his beauty. “Do you play?”         

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