#and the fact that Gideon now has a Ravenclaw friend to talk to

[atlasdoe]

hello, i am bored. here are some unpopular opinions that may very well get me cancelled if i posted this on tiktok

do not read if you know youre going to get mad if i say something you disagree with

the over feminisation and over-aggressive characterisations of sirius and remus are so left field it makes my eye twitch. like if you wanna write them like that then fine but don't tell me that one scene of sirius wearing something nice and one scene of remus throwing harry up a wall (while he's in the middle of like a twenty year war with all of his friends dead mind you) means that they were as people are interpreting them in cannon

the fandom isn't misogynistic. you just want everyone to care about the same characters the way you do despite the fact that very little of them (especially the girls really besides lily and the black sisters) have any character/story to care about to begin with

on that same note, it is not wolfstar and jegulus' shippers job to write dorlene and marylily fics. there are over 6000 fics tagged under dorlene and over 2000 for marylily which is really impressive and a really big number for ships containing two people who don't have any connection to one another

we cannot blame every death on dumbledore. dumbledore was manipulative and not a very good person but he wasn't out here deliberately getting all the people on his side killed

this fandom is obsessed with tragedy so much that tragedy has now become repetitive and boring. i love a good sad story but what is the point in taking every single character and making them live the worst life possible. its like yall are only capable in caring for a character if they have literally the worst ending ever

the marauders weren't child soldiers. They were young but they weren't children.

on the same note just because barty, evan and peter (and any other death eater) was young does not excuse them of their actions. I'm 20 and I know that i wouldn't betray all of my friends or help torture new parents into insanity

deciding that pandora somehow had to be a part of a death eater family was the worst thing this fandom did to her character

it pisses me off when the fandom will bend over backwards to try to connect the same 12 characters to every headcannon imaginable when there are so many other characters that you could use

despite this tho i hate the whole "ravenpuff" thing. As someone who actually cares about Emmeline, Edgar, Fabian, Gideon, Amelia, Benjy, Caradoc and all of that it annoys me to no end when the only time people post about them is to shove them all into the two least cared about houses and decides that they were all friends while giving them the most uncreative name out there. if you dont care about them then dont post about them

marlene is the most overrated character in the fandom

james and marlene being childhood best friends is my least favourite headcannon

mary obliviating herself is the worst headcannon

remus lupin is a bottom

sirius black is tall

marlene being in ravenclaw > marlene being in gryffindor

this fandom really needs to remember that barty and evan were villains. if you like them then that's completely fine but stop trying to make them secretly good

i can only ship sirius with remus but i can ship remus with literally anyone (so long as they are actually his age or older. for some reason i cant ship remus with people who are over a year younger then him)

i dont think its fair to say that if you like regulus then you cant shit on snape stans but it is utterly unfair to stan barty and evan but shit on snape stans

fancasting and commenting on normal peoples tiktoks is stupid and embarrassing. we are HATED by other fandoms and is it because we are unable to stay in our lane. stop getting into other peoples buisness by commenting "REMUS LUPIN" under a Spiderman edit

james would not have stopped talking to sirius after the prank. He'd be mad at him and he'd tell him off but he wouldn't stop talking to him. If James had to pick between Sirius and anyone he's picking Sirius

on that note i think the only people who weren't talking to sirius after the prank was remus and lily. mostly because i dont think anyone other then the marauders and lily would even have known that remus was a werewolf at the time

ALSO evan, barty and regulus would not befriend remus after the prank. firstly they wouldnt care and even if they did they would be more likely to abuse the fact that they know about him being a werewolf

im sick of seeing people try to shame others for shipping wolfstar but not marylily because "theyre the same ship." theyre literally not. just because YOU hc mary and lily to have a similar dynamic as remus and sirius doesnt mean that theyre the same and doesnt mean that everyone else should think so to. Same with literally every other ship that gets compared to another based on headcannons

this is getting really long so imma leave it there

[ogprewett-blog]

It was funny how friendships started. 

One moment you were practically strangers and the next you shared enough common interests to want to spend time with the other. They were about people connecting when they would have no reason to otherwise. How you could pass someone on the street one day and the next make a point to stop and chat. Human interaction was a funny thing and it seemed sometimes all it needed was a small nudge for two people to find they had a lot more in common than they first believed.

Or well that seemed the case for Gideon Prewett.

Just over a month ago Alessandra Rowle was just another pureblood. Someone that Gideon would say hello to in Diagon Alley but short of that he would have had no interaction with her. They were both former Ravenclaws and back in the day had been relatively friendly, but after graduation there had been no reason to keep up contact. It was the death of her late husband that had put them in contact once more. Gideon had sent her a message of condolences on OFN, the only means of contact he had with her these days, and asked where he could send flowers for the funeral. After a short back and forth Gideon had also sent a package her way with books and such to keep her busy, everyone would be sending flowers and she was a Ravenclaw after all. 

It was a simple interaction of heartfelt condolences that had led the pair to strike up an unlikely friendship. They never spoke of her husband, there was no need to, instead Gideon was merely there to listen as she told him her thoughts on the books she was reading or anything really. Gideon understood what it was like to not want to focus on issues at hand and was more than glad to carry on conversations as if nothing special was happening in her life. 

So today, finally, after some gentle prodding Gideon had gotten Alessandra to agree to meet him for coffee. It would be good for her to get out of the house and it was good for him to get out of the gym. Ever since his last break up Gideon had been less and less willing to go outside his normal routine of spending every waking minute at the gym. At the gym his mind was busy. At the gym Gideon didn’t need to do anything. Ultimately that wasn’t the healthiest of plans so this was a good change in pace for him. 

Arriving to the cafe just a few minutes before 10, Gideon was surprised to see a familiar form walking up at the same time as him. “Being early must be a Ravenclaw thing” he teased as he reached for the door, grabbing it for her, “I can’t remember the last time I grabbed coffee and I wasn’t waiting for fifteen minutes for someone to arrive”. 

@ar-goddessofthunder

[mooncat457writing]

A Not So Recent Development

Written for 10 Days of Healing - Wolfstar Comfort Mini-Fest. I hope you enjoy and thanks @swottypotter​ for hosting!

A series of moments over the course of Sirius’ and Remus’ relationship told non-linearly.

Prompt: Returning

Summary: September 1st, 1975. When the Marauders return from summer holiday for their fifth year, Remus has gone from short, gangly, and quiet, to tall, fit, and—well, still quiet, but Sirius starts to see him in a new light.

Word Count: 1.3k 

Also on AO3.

The dorm room was silent. James and Peter were already asleep in a post-Welcome Feast food coma, and Remus was in their bathroom, taking his nightly shower, leaving Sirius alone with his thoughts. He’d already changed into his pajamas and lay down, staring at the top of his four-poster bed. It was only his first night back after the summer holiday. He shouldn’t already be so stressed. Sure, it was his OWL year, which every fifth-year was freaking out over, although classes didn’t start until Monday. But exams weren’t what plagued Sirius’ mind. The thing that occupied nearly every bit of his thoughts since the train was more of a personal crisis than an academic one.

A romantic personal crisis, to be specific. Sirius had a crush, or at least what he thought was a crush. He wasn’t quite sure since he’d ever had a crush before. But he had the intense desire to snog the daylights out of a certain someone, so he figured it was probably a crush. Unlike most boys, Sirius had never had a childhood crush. While James had jabbered away at eleven about how cute the seventh-year Ravenclaw that tutored them in Levitation Charms was, Sirius just nodded and threw out the occasional, “yeah, her hair does look soft.” He figured the heart-racing, pixies-in-your-stomach, dry-mouth-inducing attraction toward a girl would come later when he was older. And to an extent, he’d been right. He was older alright, but it wasn’t a girl making him feel weak at the knees. No, it was a boy.

When he thought about it—which he had been obsessing over the past eleven hours—it didn’t surprise him all that much that he liked blokes. He’d been on a date with a girl last year to Hogsmeade, and it was an alright time. He had had a nice time, he guessed, and he’d kissed her because that’s what he thought he should do. But it wasn’t the fantastic experience that Gideon Prewett, one of the twins on the Quidditch team in the year ahead of him, had made it seem. So, it wasn’t the “fancying blokes” concept that bothered him. It was the bloke in question that had him frazzled.

The door opened and out walked Remus, already dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a green jumper. He was towel drying his tawny curls, which had grown longer over the summer and now hung in his eyes in an impossibly adorable way. His hair wasn’t the only thing that had changed about him in the two months that had passed while Sirius had been cooped up in Grimmauld Place. Remus had shot up at least five inches, although he was still shorter than Sirius, and seemed to have put on a little muscle, too. He was still skinny, but not nearly as skin-and-bones as he always was. And maybe it was the fact that Dumbledore had made him Prefect, but he also carried himself with an air of quiet confidence he didn’t have before. In short, somehow, in two months, Remus Lupin had gone from this short, gangly, and quiet boy to one who was tall, fit, and—well, still quiet, but in the kind of way that made Sirius’ stomach flip.

And that was the source of Sirius’ dilemma. He’d never once saw his best friend as cute. Never had he wished to smooth the still damp curls away from Remus’ face, then maybe pull him close by those curls and snog the ever-loving daylights out of him? What in Merlin’s name was he supposed to do if the first person he’d ever had the will to snog was his bloody best friend?

“The bathroom’s all yours, Padfoot,” Remus said as he hung his towel on the hook by his four-poster.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. He could feel Remus looking at him, and he wanted to look back, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He’d never been very good at hiding his emotions, and the last thing he needed was for Remus to find out about his feelings before he had really had the chance to work through them. So he continued to stare at the ceiling, hoping that Remus would go to bed soon.

Remus let out a frustrated huff. “Alright, that’s it. Budge up,” he ordered. Sirius barely had time to register the command before Remus was plopping down on the foot of Sirius’ bed, pulling the curtains closed, and casting a Muffliato Charm.

“What’s up?” Sirius asked.

“‘What’s up?’” Remus parroted back at him. “‘What’s up’ is that you haven’t looked me in the eye or said over six words to me since the train. And seeing as I also didn’t hear from you all summer, I can’t help but think you’re mad at me. So, what did I do?”

“Nothing. I wasn’t—I couldn’t send any letters this summer. The only reason that I could talk to James because of our mirrors. I promise.” That much was true. His mother had put him on a communication lockdown for the entire summer in an attempt to bring him in-line. But it didn’t explain his behavior on the train or at dinner, and the look on Remus’ face told him he wasn’t going to get out of the conversation that easily.

“That still doesn’t explain why you won’t talk or look at me. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I’m right in front of you, and you still won’t look at me.”

Sirius took a deep breath and dragged his gaze up from his lap to Remus’ face.

“Pads, what is it? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because I can tell something is up with you. If it was something I did—”

“It’s not you, Rem,” he said, cutting Remus off.

Remus’ face softened. “Did something happen with your family?”

He nodded. “Reg won’t speak to me. We got into a fight last night and—” he said, which was true, but again, not the complete story.

Luckily, Remus bought it. He reached forward and squeezed Sirius’ arm. “I’m sorry, Pads. You know you can talk to me, though. You don’t have to hide.”

Sirius did his best not to react to how the subtle contact sent a spark through his entire body. “I know. I just—I need time to process it.”

Remus smiled sadly. “Well, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Moons,” Sirius said, returning the sad smile. “I’m going to go brush my teeth then try to get some sleep. I’m exhausted.” That was a complete lie. He was wide awake, but he needed to be alone.

“Sure.” Remus gave his arm another squeeze before putting his arm away. “Goodnight, Padfoot.”

“Night, Rem.”

He watched Remus lift the Silencing Charm, open the curtains, and climb out of bed before going to the bathroom. He shut the door, leaned against it, and buried his face in his hands to muffle his frustrated groan. Merlin, he was in trouble. Because in that brief conversation, he had three realizations:

One: he didn’t just want to snog Remus, but wanted general physical closeness. He wanted to hold his hand, and for Remus to hold him in his arms as he told him about his horrible summer, and to bury his face into those fluffy curls to breathe in that comforting scent of bergamot and chocolate that always seems to hang on him.

Two: he’d wanted to do those last three things for longer than just the past eleven hours. He thought that was just things people always wanted to do with their friends. But maybe not, because he’d never had the same want for physical closeness with James or Peter.

Which brought him to three: his feelings for Remus might not be as recent a development as he initially thought.

[just-a-dreamer23]

The daughter of the Lestranges!

A/N: Hello guys! I hope that everyone is having a good day, I finally have the time to write something and I decided to write the story of character from a story I made with a friend of mine a few years ago. This story focuses on the development of the character and well, I love this character so I decided to write her story. I will be working on the fourth part of “The case of a Pureblood” once I start my vacations. Hope you enjoy this story :D. (Ps: I might do it multi-parts but I am not sure)

           It seems like time does funny things to people and is constantly changing the situations one finds themselves in. I have been thinking about that fact and it lead me to want to let my story be known. Though many won’t read it or find it interesting what matters to me is to not stay quiet because perhaps someone might be in need to be inspired and to know that there is always light in the darkness. My name is Scarlett Arabella Weasley Tonks and yes, I am a Weasley but also a Tonks; however, my biological parents last names were Lestrange Black. I am biologically the daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange; two death eaters that made horrible things in their life. I can’t say that I consider myself their daughter or that I didn’t get to know them personally. But what I can say is that even if I did, I would be a shame for those two and also their biggest mistake. Now, you are probably wondering, “How come the daughter of two death eaters wants to inspire others in a positive way?”. Well, there are plenty of reasons you know...but I can assure you that darkness has never being my way of living, in fact I am the opposite to my biological parents.  

     Unlike any other child, I was born on the wizard prison named Azkaban on May of 1980; nobody knows the exact day I was born. Actually, nobody knew how I survived in my biological  mother’s womb...perhaps I was just meant to be part of this world. After I was born the ministry of magic took me away from Azkaban and tried to find me a loving family that would raise me far from that environment; a family that would educate me well enough to not end up like my parents. They handed me over to my aunt, Andromeda and my uncle Ted Tonks who had a daughter named Nymphadora that was seven years old. Random fact, people say that I look a lot like my biological mother and my eyes are naturally brown but for some reason when I get nervous or excited they change to blue.  

    Andromeda and Ted hesitated a bit when they knew who’s daughter’s I was and to be honest, I wouldn’t judge them. My adoptive mother and aunt, Andromeda, was a member of the Black family which meant that she was a pureblood. Now, my adoptive father, Ted, was a muggleborn and well, they fall in love and that’s when things came downhill for my mother. You know, Bellatrix, my aunt Narcisa and Andromeda were sisters and all of them were Slytherins; Ted was a Hufflepuff. Therefore, they didn’t like them being together because of course, they judge by his blood status and Hogwarts house. Anyways, mom was thrown out of her house which basically meant that she wasn’t longer consider a “Black”. 

    Even though at first they were not sure if to accept me or not, they ended up taking me into their family and gave me the name of “Scarlett Arabella Tonks”. Throughout my childhood I considered myself their child and never knew about my biological parents, learned about my magical abilities and fantasized about going to Hogwarts one day. My sister would always send me letters and tell me about her adventures in school which actually made me more excited about it. She was sorted into Hufflepuff just like dad was and even though mom was a Slytherin; I didn’t know if I fitted into that house but always thought it would be cool if I did, you know, Dora was in dad’s house and I would be in our mother’s. 

   Turning eleven was the most exciting thing I could ever think of as a kid but I never thought that I would be told something that was going to change my life. When I received my Hogwarts letter I waited until father arrived from his work to open and read it with all them. After he arrived, the four of us gather in our living room and I opened it, then proceeded to read it. My parents and sister congratulated me and gave me warm hugs; well, my parents hugged me, my sister well... she did hugged me but also spanked me for growing up too fast. She had graduated from Hogwarts a year before I received the letter and I felt a little upset about it since I knew nobody in the school meaning that I would be on my own. However, Dora said that she would always write to me and that she was sure that I was going to make friends. 

     Days before going to Diagon Alley to buy my wand and the materials that I needed for my first year at Hogwarts I heard my parents talking in private. I was not ready to hear those words come out of my father’s mouth but I did. He told my mother, “Dromeda, we have to prepare Scarlett for what is to come. She does not know anything about her real parents but I am certain that a lot of students do. Scarlett is the girl that was born in Azkaban and you better than anyone knows what being related to Bellatrix Lestrange is like.  We need to tell her the truth out of the love we have for her”. My heart stopped when I heard him say that and to be honest, even though I didn’t understand much of it as I do now, I did understood the fact that I wasn’t their daughter as I thought I was. 

   That day I couldn’t resist but enter their room to asked them what was he talking about and though my presence surprised them. They were able to tell me everything about my past and biological parents. The reason of why they told me all of these was because they were afraid that other students would bring it up to bully or hurt me because the students were probably going to think I was just like my parents. Though I was hurting for the fact that I felt as if I didn’t know what my reality was anymore, I was thankful to them for what they did for me and warning me. A few days later I came to the realization that no matter if they were my biological parents or not they were my actual real parents; okay realize that later on but the point is that I kept on seen them in the same way I did before.

 The day I went to Diagon Alley I was very excited and couldn’t wait to get everything I needed. Is not like it was my first time going there cause I went every year with my parents and Nymph to get her things. However, that year was different because I was going to get things for me and well, it felt beyond real. My parents and I had bought everything I needed including my beautiful owl by 1 pm but we had this tradition in which we went to eat in one of those restaurants and then get ice cream before heading back home. As we were going to the restaurant I noticed two red head guys that were looking at me and laughing. I got curious and annoyed for the fact that they were laughing at me so, I told my parents that I would meet them in the restaurant soon. I went up to where they were at and asked them why were they looking and laughing at me. 

      They said that they were not laughing at me but at jokes they were telling each other and that they were looking at me for the fact that they had bought candies at some store of Diagon Alley. Supposedly their mother didn’t want them to eat many candy and told them to give them to one of their other siblings. However, they preferred to give it to someone they didn’t know because they wanted to make friends. Anyways, I ended up accepting the candy that they gave me and left to go to the restaurant. As I was walking towards the restaurant they yelled “OUR NAMES ARE FRED AND GEORGE” which caused me to yell “MINE’S SCARLETT” back at them. Being honest I was excited because I thought I had made potential friends but after I ate that candy I got so mad at them and promised myself that I was never going to let them be part of my life; a promise that I broke. 

    When I arrived to Hogwarts I was thinking about the qualities and characteristics one had to have to fit into each house. I honestly had no idea in which house I was going to be sorted to but I was ready for any of them. At the train I was with Neville Longbottom and  Hermione Granger, they were nice people. The thing I will remember most from that ride will be the candies and the moment in which Hermione and I ended up walking through all the train looking for Neville’s frog named Trevor.  Anyways, as I was walking through the Great hall for the first time, I was listening to Hermione talk about how the roof was enchanted to look like the real sky. 

   As the sorting ceremony began I began to feel nervous but I didn’t know if it was because I was nervous about what was about to happen or because all of the first year students were speaking about it. I found interesting how most of them thought that every Slytherin was a bad person and here I am thinking about the fact that my mother is one of the greatest and loving person’s I know. However, my biological mother was another case. I remained silence and payed attention to the professor that was holding the hat and giving the instructions. I didn’t want to talk about my biologically family and knowing that when I am nervous I say things that I don’t want to well, lets say is better to stay quiet and keeping things to myself. 

   By the end of the sorting ceremony I founded myself sitting in the Ravenclaw table along with the first years and other students of my house. Turns out that I was sorted into Ravenclaw and it made me feel very proud of myself. I knew that back home my family would be thrilled and in fact they actually were. Remember Fred and George? yeah, well, after that day they followed me everywhere. 

  Well guys, I will be telling more about my story soon, I have to get going since I have got to help my husband and his brother George with the new products of their store. Yes, I married Fred Gideon Weasley, I will say everything about it later.

[allurehq-blog]

blood status: halfblood clubs: astronomy club, slug club, ravenclaw prefect pronouns: up to player sexuality: up to player

BIOGRAPHY

to be written by player

CONNECTIONS

edgar bones; the second best. when people see the bones siblings for the first time, it’s a common misconception that they’re twins. which makes sense, considering how much they look alike, and how they’re in the same year together at school. but they soon come to find out that no, they’re actually not twins but rather have only a small sliver of ten months separating them in age. amelia was born first, with edgar following quickly after. as a child, it was nice to have a brother that was the same age as her, as they went through everything together. but as they grew up and became older, the distance slowly began to grow. being that close in age may have had some benefits to it, but as amelia soon began to learn, it also had it’s fair share of drawbacks - the biggest one being that people naturally wanted to compare the two of them to each other. it didn’t matter that they were their own person, with their own personalities and their own successes. what people saw was the two bones siblings, they saw two children that were successful and good at what they did, and naturally they wanted to put them on a pedestal, but not before pitting them against the other. the supportive relationship between the two of them slowly burned into a competitive one, each other them looking to outdo the other in any way possible. when amelia was chosen to join slug club and was praised for it, edgar went out and joined the quidditch team. when amelia found out that she was going to be a prefect, edgar announced that he would also be a prefect. it seemed like no matter what they did anymore, it wasn’t good enough on it’s own. rather, they needed to outshine the other one so brilliantly to make themselves valuable. to amelia, she’s a competitve person in nature, and sometimes she forgets that it’s her own brother she’s talking about. she only has one brother, a fact that she forgets from time to time. 

gideon prewett; the first love. as the oldest of the bones siblings, amelia was always more adventurous than edgar, as nothing could hold her back from getting her hands onto everything in her sight. she dreamed in waves of pastel colors and shooting stars twinkling in front of her eyes. there were very few things that she wouldn’t try, as she enjoyed the risk that came along with it all. understandably, there were very few things that scared amelia - but falling in love could’ve made it onto that short list in a heartbeat. gideon was everything that a girl could’ve wanted in someone. he cared about her, he listened to her, he wanted to spend his time with her. he made her happy, and he was interested in the weird nerdy things she enjoyed. and she loved him, more than anyone else she’d known. he was what she’d imagined when she pictured herself falling in love. it all seemed perfect, but when they made the jump to take their relationship to another level - amelia didn’t realize just how serious of a commitment it was going to be. they were still teenagers, after all. and although amelia believed that she was in love with gideon - the more that she continued to think about it, the more she wondered if it was actually true or just her being in love with the idea of love. while gideon seemed to have no issues with talking of their futures outside of hogwarts, amelia knew that there was so much more that she wanted to experience. this was her first relationship - what if she was just in love with gideon for that reason? it wasn’t fair to her, and it wasn’t fair to him. these things weighed heavily on her mind, and in time, slowly began to show in her way of approaching him. tension and discomfort grew between them, and eventually she made a difficult descion. she went with her gut instinct and broke up with him, hoping the time apart would give her the clarity that she’d been looking for.

mary macdonald; the former friend. growing up with her brother edgar, amelia was used to the rough and tumble ways of having an older brother always around. it shaped her into who she was, making her independence more prominent. when she was a little girl, no more than a toddler, she’d sit on her mother’s lap and ask why they couldn’t have a sister like the family that lived down the block did. and perhaps she was too intuitive for her own good, foreseeing a future that laid ahead of her. mary macdonald was the first person that she met aboard the train to hogwarts, and the other girl was so excited about the journey and about meeting everyone else on the trip that amelia was taken back - and slowly taken with her. there was something about the vigor for life that mary had that made amelia want to stick close to her. it was as if they were yin and yang, amelia’s desire to experience as much as she possibly could marrying so well with mary’s love of adrenaline and adventure. they thrived off of each other and challenged each other to be better - and when one would succeed, the other would cheer them on. it felt like amelia had found one of those friendships that people spoke of decades later, of someone who formed their character and turned them into the person they were. someone who was an essential part of their being. and perhaps she had, but it’s all gone now. after her break up with gideon, she found herself isolating herself from most people, trying to process it and get over it. it was impossible to ignore what was right in front of her eyes, however. it wasn’t anything noticeable at first, but she had started seeing mary a lot around the ravenclaw areas lately - and it wasn’t only to talk to her. mary was always with gideon, and it left amelia stunned and angry and hurt. it was a sharp sting of betrayal, and left amelia reeling. when she confronted mary as to why she would do such a thing, mary simply got flustered and said it wasn’t like amelia was thinking - but it’s exactly that way. amelia knows it.

fabian prewett; the ally. during the time that amelia had been dating gideon, one thing that she had regretted was that she had never really gotten to know his twin sibling. gideon talked about fabian constantly, and she could understand why. if gideon put his heart and soul into loving everyone the same way that he did with her, the love he had for his sibling was probably indescribable. she learned bits and pieces of the other prewett sibling from what gideon would tell her, and in turn she grew to love them as well. when she broke up with gideon, though, her hope of connecting with fabian disappeared, as she was disconnected from both of the prewetts. and rightfully so, after all. gideon loved her - and fabian loved gideon. she could only imagine what fabian must’ve thought of her considering what they must’ve heard from gideon. which was why when fabian had approached her out of the blue, no words of anger or vengeance on their tongue, but something more like understanding - it left her confused. confused, and wary. amelia had all but dumped gideon without a real wanring, and now here fabian was with no anger or hatred for her? she deserved it, she was prepared for it, she was ready. but that was one thing that both fabian and gideon had in common. never had she heard an angry word leave their mouths. never had she heard one of them raise their voices for anything other than excitement or joy. fabian was adamant in what they said, that they weren’t looking to fight and that they weren’t angry. they seemed caring and compassionate - and more importantly, they seemed like they were willing to listen. it happened once, and then another time, and then again - until it was becoming a habit. fabian would seek her out, as if they were looking for a friend. as if she was their friend. how funny of a thought would that have been. she’s waiting for the punchline, because there has to be some underlying joke to this story - something to explain it and have it finally make sense. because amelia realizes that there will never be anyone who can take gideon’s place, because she doesn’t want anyone to. but having his sibling around is the closest she can get to that right now, so she’ll take it.

AMELIA BONES IS PORTRAYED BY SEYCHELLE GABRIEL, AND SHE IS OPEN FOR APPLICATION.

[elspethsunschampion]

Fact or Fiction: Chapter Eight

Rated M for abuse, sexual content, and discussion of rape/non-con.  Canon-typical violence.

Summary: It’s Ral Zarek’s sixth year at Hogwarts. And everything would be fine if Jace wasn’t totally occupied with his new girlfriend, to the point where it’s honestly kind of weird, and Ral’s starting to be concerned. Now if only everyone would stop telling Ral he’s just jealous and LISTEN to him…after all, he’s NOT just jealous, right? (Sequel to Send to Sleep.)

Ships: Jace Beleren/Ral Zarek, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Hermione Granger, Nissa Revane/Chandra Nalaar, Elspeth Tirel/Teysa Karlov

A/N: Many, many thanks to @paperclipminimizer for beta-ing and checking my timeline, as well as answering all my questions about Harry Potter. Thanks also to Juri, @dragons-suck, and everyone on Sketchydoodles’ Vorthos server for listening to me rant about this thing as it took shape.

Also available on AO3 and FFnet.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight: Rally

           The new arrival turned out to be extremely hungry in addition to frustrated. Ral took her down to the kitchens and politely asked the house elves to get her some food, which they were more than happy to do.

           “So you’re Elspeth’s pen pal?” he said, after Teysa had eaten her way through three pumpkin sandwiches and was finally looking as if she were going to slow down.

           Teysa nodded, neatly patting a few crumbs away from the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “And when I didn’t hear from her in a few weeks, I got concerned,” she explained. “We’ve been writing back and forth for years, and she has never missed a response.”

           Chewing on his lip, Ral made a split-second decision. “Okay, so I think I know who did this to her,” he said, then put up a hand to stop Teysa from rising up into a whirlwind of fury. She would probably have fallen off the high stool they had put her on anyway; her feet were dangling about a foot above the ground. “Nobody believes me, so maybe I—” he grimaced, “—it’s possible that I’m wrong, but I don’t think so.”

           Quickly, he brought Teysa up to speed on the events of the semester.

           “Well,” she said, pulling a face, “I do think you might be jealous—” Ral growled at her, “—but I also think you’re correct, so it doesn’t matter.”

           “I just don’t know what to fucking do about it,” Ral complained. “I mean, I guess I could try to follow Emmara or something? But I don’t even know if that would work, and those aren’t the kind of spells I know how to cast. I’m not so good at subtle.”

           “I don’t know how to cast them, either, but I can direct you to do so.” Teysa’s eyes were sharp. “I’m an excellent tutor, and I have a good knowledge of subterfuge and spying.”

           “But if you can’t cast them yourself—”

           “I’m a squib.” Teysa’s admission made her face screw up as if she’d swallowed a lemon. “I can’t cast spells.”

           Well, that did explain why she wasn’t at school at Hogwarts. “I’m a Muggleborn,” Ral shrugged. “Hell, I nearly went to high school at a Muggle school. Well, I guess I wouldn’t have because I wouldn’t want to leave Jace and Elspeth, but I bet I’d have learned a lot.”

           Teysa’s thin eyebrows went up expressively. “Hm,” she said, as if she hadn’t been expecting that reaction. “Well, I’m sure I can teach you some very useful spells.” She gave him a thin smile. “And then we can figure out exactly what is going on.”

           First things first, Ral thought. They needed a place for Teysa to stay, and spending time in the Hufflepuff common room or dormitories was definitely not a good idea. Ral got on all right with the other Slytherins, but he didn’t spend much time in the dungeon as a rule; someone might notice. He wasn’t close to anyone in Ravenclaw. Well, what was left was pretty obvious. Ral grinned darkly. Emmara was going to be sorry she’d fucked with Jace, and maybe even sorrier that she’d fucked with Nissa.

           “C’mon,” he said to Teysa.

           “Where are we going?” As she asked, she carefully got to her feet, wincing a little. “Damn.”

           “What’s wrong?”

           “It’s nothing,” Teysa snapped, and Ral paused at her sudden irritation, then shrugged.

           “All right then,” he said. “We’re going to find a friend.”

           He had been a little worried that Chandra would still be hanging around the Hospital Wing instead of back in her dorm, but they had go slowly, partly because Teysa seemed to be limping slightly, and partly because Ral wasn’t sure that he wanted to run into anyone else with her. There might be awkward or annoying questions, since he had no idea what the provisions were for non-wizard visitors at the school who weren’t relatives.

           When they reached the Gryffindor common room, it was deserted apart from Gideon, who had his feet curled up under him as he squatted on the couch, frowning over a Potions textbook. He looked up briefly and nodded at Ral, smiled politely at Teysa.

           “Is that your sister?” he asked Ral.

           “Oh, ah—” Before Ral had quite decided, Teysa smiled winningly and answered for him, “Yes, that’s me.”

           “Um, yeah, Gideon, this is Teysa,” Ral said, wondering if they really looked that much alike. “Teysa, Gideon. Hey, we were just looking for Chandra, is she around?”

           Gideon’s forehead creased back into a frown. “She’s up in the dorm,” he said. “She’s kind of upset. You, um, you might want to be careful going up there. She tends to—break things.”

           “Been there.” Ral shrugged and led Teysa up the stairs towards the Gryffindor girls’ dormitories.

           He didn’t bother to knock, opting instead to just throw open the door. This turned out to nearly be a painful error, because a wave of crackling flame was suddenly heading directly for his face. Luckily for him, he’d had his hand on his wand, and he managed to snap it up and shout, “Protego!” before he and Teysa were charred to a crisp.

           “Oh,” Chandra said, dully. “It’s you. Sorry.”

           “Yeah, what’d you think?”

           Chandra was sprawled on her bed, idly playing with her wand—well, maybe not so idly. She stared up at him, sighed, and shrugged.

           “This is Teysa,” Ral said, letting his new friend squeeze in the door behind him. “She’s here to help us get rid of Emmara.”

           “Oh really?” Chandra sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She looked at Teysa skeptically. “How exactly is a ten-year-old going to help?”

           Teysa stared her down levelly, drawing herself up to her full height of slightly-less-than-five-feet. “I am seventeen and a half,” she said, “and I happen to be the heir to the Orzhov family, so I have a great deal of experience with dark magic.”

           “Huh,” Chandra said. “What are you doing here?”

           “I came to look for Elspeth.”

           “Oh,” said Chandra, then, “Ohhhh. Oh wow.”

           “So can she stay here? Seems like the easiest place for her. I think it’s better if Emmara doesn’t know about her.”

           “Yeah, I’ll figure something out.” Chandra’s face puckered slightly. “Um, I’m sorry about the, um, the fire thing,” she said rapidly, staring at her feet.

           “I’m fine.” Ral rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “It’s not a problem.”

           “I’m not sure what happened.”

           “Professor Lovegood said you might be an elementalist,” Ral offered. “Like me.”

           “A what?”

           He shook his head. “We can talk about it another time. Right now I’d really like to figure out what the fuck Emmara is doing to Jace and the others and how to stop it.”

           “Right. Let’s see how good you two are at magic,” Teysa smirked.

           Hermione collapsed into bed with a sigh. She had been intending to do a little work this evening, and then read through some of the more promising titles that she and Luna had hunted out of the library, but she was just so tired. Maybe she’d just go to bed early, just this once—

           A knock on her door startled her back to full wakefulness. For a moment, she considered turning over and just going to sleep, but, with a sigh, she decided against it. Heaving herself out of bed was more of an effort than she felt it should have been. She stood for a moment, rubbing her eyes and trying to smooth her hair, and then, finally, she answered the door.

           Outside, Luna was shifting from foot to foot. She looked up with a hopeful smile when she saw Hermione. “Good evening!” she said brightly, and Hermione had to smile back. It was almost unsettling, how warm and wonderful everything seemed when Luna was around. Something about her just lit up whatever room she was in. “I wondered if you wanted to go through some more of the books together.”

           If it had been anyone else, Hermione would have said that she really ought to get some sleep instead, but her mind weighed the thought of an extra hour of sleep versus an extra hour of Luna, and Luna came out miles ahead almost instantly. “I’d—I’d like that,” she replied. “Do come in.”

           Luna had been in Hermione’s small quarters before, though they usually spent most of their time together in the teachers’ lounge, but tonight she hovered as Hermione slowly got out the books she’d been planning to look over, and Hermione realized that she had left several stacks of ungraded papers obscuring every seat in the room. She laughed and patted the bed next to her. “I’m sorry, I honestly meant to clear this place up a bit yesterday,” she told Luna. “I’ve just been dreadfully tired lately.”

           “Oh—that’s fine.” Strangely, Luna was almost stammering. “Er, are you sure?”

           Hermione glanced back at her to see that both of Luna’s cheeks were flushed, and her hands were twined rather nervously behind her back. “Yes, of course,” she answered, a little blankly. “Why would I mind?”

           Luna blinked rapidly and smiled widely. “Oh, no reason,” she said. “Just, you know, sometimes one’s—one’s robe can have grab—grabknacks without one knowing about it, and I wouldn’t want you to get—itchy.”

           Hermione raised an eyebrow as Luna moved jerkily closer. “I believe you made that up,” she said slowly.

           “I did not,” Luna responded immediately. “I’d never—just make something up.” Her cheeks had definitely turned bright red. “It would be—” she waved a hand, “—unethical for an expert in unusual creatures to simply make something up off the top of her head.” She looked to the side, then sighed. “Although perhaps you’re right that I don’t—exactly—believe that grabknacks exist. Their provenance was disputed as far back as the seventeenth century, and, well, by now, even people who are more open-minded about magical creatures—don’t really—think there’s much evidence…”

           “Are you all right?” Hermione asked sleepily. “I really don’t mind you sitting on my bed. I don’t mind most people sitting on my bed, really, but I especially wouldn’t mind you doing it.”

           “Especially me?” Luna echoed. “Then I won’t refuse, but, um…” She sat gingerly on the side of the bed, then sighed. “’Mione,” she said in a small voice. “I know people think I’m odd. Well, I mean. I am odd.”

           She looked suddenly sad and small and almost drooping as she sat on Hermione’s bed, her hands bunching together in the robe above her knees.

           “Yes,” Hermione agreed, sliding over to her and wondering whether she needed to be comforting. She had never been exactly good at ‘comforting.’ When Ron or Harry had problems, she was far better at offering solutions than comfort, but she was aware that sometimes people didn’t actually need their problems fixed, per se. “I mean, I suppose you’re odd, but your friends don’t mind. We like oddity. I like oddity.”

           “When I was nineteen, I kissed one of my friends, and she definitely didn’t like it,” Luna said abruptly. “You see, I thought she might like it, because I thought she might like me like that, but she didn’t. I’m not very good at knowing if someone would like me to kiss them. And it gets awkward, and people think I’m odd. Which I don’t normally mind at all, but when people don’t want to be around me because I’m odd, I sometimes get sad. Especially if they’re people I like very much.”

           Hermione stared at her, feeling her own cheeks heat just a little. She hadn’t spent much time considering romantic situations since the one with Ron imploded so horribly, and she hadn’t dwelled on the fact that the signals she and Luna had been sending each other were possibly a little less than platonic. But there had been a good deal of touching and hugging—more than Hermione was used to, or generally comfortable with, even with close friends. And the way she’d found herself looking at Luna at odd moments, even the first time she’d seen her this year, in the loo at that awful party. As if she didn’t want to look away.

           “Luna,” she said. “Erm, do you want to kiss me?”

           Luna turned to her, and Hermione was a little concerned to see that there were tears welling up her eyes. “Well, yes,” she admitted. “I want to. But I don’t want you not to want to be around me anymore.”

           “I, er,” said Hermione. She slid a hand to the side and touched the top of Luna’s hand, feeling the tight tension riding in the top of her friend’s knuckles. “Actually, I—I think I’d like to kiss you, too.”

           “You would? Really?”

           Suddenly feeling strangely shy, Hermione forced herself to nod.

           “Oh,” Luna said, smiling. “That’s very nice.” She blinked once, and a tear rolled out of her eye and down her nose. She reached up and brushed it away. “Oh, dear,” she said. “That’s awfully silly that my eyes are still doing this, then.”

           Taking a deep breath, Hermione awkwardly moved one hand up and cupped Luna’s cheek. “I honestly don’t mind,” she breathed, and she pushed the golden strands of Luna’s hair back, leaned forward, and brushed her lips against Luna’s. Before she could pull back, Luna’s hand was in her hair, and Luna was kissing her back as well, sighing into her mouth. It felt wonderful.

           Luna’s hand turned over beneath hers and laced their fingers together. Breathlessly, insistently, she kissed the corner of Hermione’s mouth. “I like this,” she said. “I like this quite a bit.”

           “Me, too,” Hermione admitted. The back of her head felt odd, though, the tiredness that she’d almost forgotten coming back with force. “Tired, though,” she mumbled. “I think I need to sleep.”

           “Oh—I’m sorry—I’ll leave you to sleep.”

           Hermione smiled hazily through the veil of sleepiness. “No, no,” she protested. “Why don’t you stay?” She still hadn’t managed to change out of her robes, had she? Oh well.

           “Are you sure? I mean—the grabknacks—”

           Giggling, still desperately sleepy, Hermione grabbed Luna’s sleeve. “Definitely sure. Don’t mind being itchy anyway.” She pulled her friend down onto the bed, curling against her immediately. The last thing she heard before the darkness claimed her was Luna’s soft, happy sigh.

[dracimalfoy1988292]

Cuarentauno

•••

"Oi Fabian, how's Molly been? Doesn't she have a kid now?" James said on a lazy Sunday afternoon, throwing a Snitch in the air and catching it right before it was able to fly away.2

"She's settled down. She has three kids already! It's wild. I'm an uncle," Fabian said. They were all sitting in the Marauders' dorm except Remus. Ivy was currently studying with him in the Ravenclaw common room. It was his first time being in there. He marveled at it, looking around the room as a few other Ravenclaw's stared at him.

They've been studying for quite some time. The full moon was yesterday, and it seemed to be a particularly bad one. He looked tired and beat up and sick. Ivy noticed but tried to refrain from saying anything.

"Remus, we should take a break," Ivy said after a while of studying together in silence. It was unusual for her to suggest to stop studying, but Remus's weakened state made her.

"But I'm not done," Remus said slowly as he continued to write. There were a few other students in the common room, taking up other chairs. The common room was filled with laughter and noise from them. Ivy and Remus were seated on the couch that was near the window.

"Please. You look ill," Ivy said pleadingly, causing him to look up from his book and make eye contact with her. He sighed, placing his quill down and rubbing his eyes.

"But I won't finish if I stop," Remus persisted, looking over at Ivy. She widened her doe-like eyes.

"I'll do it for you. It's not that much."

"No. You already have a lot," Remus said automatically, shaking his head. Ivy groaned.

"Come on," She said with the roll of her eyes. Remus shook his head again, picking up his quill once again.

Right as Remus tried to write answers down, Ivy snatched the quill from his hand and threw it. She closed the book abruptly, taking it off of where he had it propped on the arm of the couch. He tried to take it back, but Ivy brought it farther away from his hands, stretching her body out on the couch in hopes of keeping it away from him. He did the same, causing Ivy to laugh as he stretched out on top of her.

"No! You've studied enough!" Ivy said in between laughter, still holding it up.

"Please," Remus begged. Ivy sighed, sitting back up but still keeping the book away from him.

"Fine. But we should come to my dorm. It's quieter there."1

"Won't Chloe and the rest be there?" Remus asked as Ivy got up.

"Well, yes, I suppose. But they're usually quiet and I can kick them out if not," Ivy said as Remus chuckled. They packed up their stuff and began walking to her dorm. It was just as Remus had remembered it. The walls were covered in Witch Weekly magazines and stickers.

She opened the door timidly, peeking her head in. To her dismay, Chloe, Jessica, and Bella were all sitting on their beds, studying. They turned their heads to look at her as she opened the door, soon looking above her petite figure and to Remus.

"Hi, Ivy. And Remus," Chloe said as Ivy cleared her throat and opened the door wider, taking a step inside.

"We're studying here because it's far too loud in the common room and you can't talk in the library," Ivy said with a roll of her eyes as she slammed the books down on the desk.

"We were just on our way out," Jessica said, looking at all the other girls threateningly.

"Oh, yeah. We were," Chloe said, getting up from where she was sitting on her bed and standing beside Jessica. Bella looked at the two, who was glaring at her.

"What—Oh! Yup, we're leaving," Bella said with a grin, getting up and winking at Ivy dramatically. Ivy threw a pillow at her as she walked out the door.

"Ugh, so suggestive," Ivy said with an annoyed but red face as she flopped on the bed, lying down. Remus smiled, standing over her. "Remus, when is your homework due."

"Thursday."

"It's Sunday! I thought it was due tomorrow or something! Is it that Potions thing?" Ivy yelled, waving her hands around. Remus laughed.

"Yes, it's the Potions thing. I need to get a head start."

"No you don't," Ivy said, sitting up on her bed and poking a finger on his chest. "You are perfectly caught up. If I were you, I probably wouldn't have even started that Potions thing."

"Ivy we're in the same class, I know for a fact you've already finished it," Remus said with a smile, causing Ivy to struggle for words.

"Yeah, well, that's different, you're taking fewer classes than me," She managed to stutter out. He laughed.

She got up from the bed and stacked the books neatly, humming as she did so. She turned around to face Remus, who was watching her with a small smile. She had her hair in the high ponytail she could manage with her short hair. She had on a Ravenclaw sweater and a pair of sweatpants, plus white socks.

Before Ivy could turn back around and tidy up her room, Remus wrapped her in a hug. She was stiff at first before relaxing into it, breathing out.

"Ivy, what are we?" Remus asked pensively. Ivy was quiet for a few seconds as she contemplated his question.

"I don't really know," Ivy said, her words muffled from her face being buried into his chest.

"Would I call you my girlfriend...?" Remus asked, causing Ivy to gasp and bring her head out from his chest quickly, accidentally head-butting him in the chin.

"Girl—?! Sorry, Girlfriend?!" Ivy said, stopping during her sentence to touch his chin gently on where she hit it.

"Would you rather me call you my boyfriend?" Remus asked jokingly with a smirk, causing her to roll her eyes as he laughed.1

"There's nothing wrong with me being your... girlfriend, and I would honestly like to, it's just weird to me. I have to remind myself that we're 'more than friends' or whatever," Ivy said with a smile. He laughed.

"If you don't want to, then we don't have to put a label on us," Remus said. Ivy blushed, looking away and hoping he wouldn't notice that she was all flustered. But he did.

"Yeah, I want to. Does that mean I'd call you my boyfriend?" Ivy asked with a gasp. He laughed, pulling her back into the hug.

"Yes. You're funny," He said as he chuckled. Ivy felt the vibrations of his laughter as she wrapped her arms around him. She poked him in the side, scoffing.

"Shut up. It's just strange. I've never had a boyfriend."

"Me neither."

"What, you've never had a boyfriend?" Ivy said. He could hear the smile through her voice. He laughed.

"Surprisingly no," He said with a smile. Ivy sighed, breaking apart from the hug and cleaning up her room a bit. Remus sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her grab the pillow that she had thrown and put it back on her bed. She walked over, sitting next to him.

"Well, would you like to get back to work?" Ivy asked, reaching for the book before he stopped her.

"No, I can finish it tomorrow," Remus said with a smile. Ivy grinned, bouncing up from the bed and slipping on her shoes.

"We should go join the others then," She said, gathering their things and walking out the door. They walked down the stairs and through the castle, chatting idly as they did so. Remus let her in the Gryffindor common room. She stepped in timidly, looking around the red and gold decorations.1

Remus opened the door. "Hello."

They walked in. Ivy gave a nod and a smile to the group, sitting next to Remus on his bed.

"Where've you two been?" Fabian asked, gesturing between Ivy and Remus, which caused the rest of the room to turn and look at them.

"Studying," Remus said shortly.

"Why were you studying? You're smart. You too, Ivy," Gideon said, gesturing at the two. Ivy scoffed.

"It takes a lot of work to get good grades," Ivy said with a small smile. "What have you five been up to?"

"A lot of nothing," James groaned, laying out on his bed and on top of Peter, who shoved him off of himself. "I'm so bored!"

They laughed, picking up a conversation and cracking jokes. It was a very lazy Sunday.

•••

[risingphoenixrp]

Alice Prewett-Fortescue | 21 | Gryffindor | Pureblood | Member of the Order | FC: Zendaya Coleman |

Date of birth: 1958., England

Occupation: Auror

Ship: Frank Longbottom

Biography:

CHILDHOOD

Growing up in an ice cream shop was a dream for Alice Prewett-Fortescue, but not in the way one might expect. While she did enjoy the sweet treats, the ice cream shop belonging to her fathers, Claude and Florian, provided something far sweeter; people to talk to. Alice loved to talk. A habit she still hasn’t grown out of. She’d badger customers with questions far too personal for casual ice cream conversation, and while it was cute when she was a toddler, it grew to be quite the nuisance when she was older. Eventually restricted to behind the counter, Alice would start to make up stories about the customers. She began writing them down around the age of nine and her fathers still have the notebook with the extension charm on it-page after page scribbled with imaginative backstories for their relatively boring neighbors and customers. Boring, at least, compared to what Alice imagined. Dragon tamers, evil beast hunters, and wizard vigilantes all graced the ice cream parlor on the regular, according to Alice. Exciting clientele aside, the Prewett-Foretescues lived a pretty quiet life in the apartment above their shop. Alice spent many nights dancing with her dads to the radio in their living room, that is when she wasn’t forcing them to watch her act out one of her own stories. When her favorite cousin Molly married Arthur Weasley, Alice was delighted to be their flowergirl, and whenever Florian and Claude needed a break, Alice could be found at the Burrow, chasing the chickens and playing with her baby cousins. As happy as her childhood was, even at eleven, Alice was restless for something a bit grander- Hogwarts simply couldn’t come soon enough.

HOGWARTS

Despite her creative inclinations, Alice was sorted into Gryffindor. At first, she was a bit surprised, that is, until she went to a study session with a few Ravenclaw classmates. They just sat still-in silence no less. It was simply unbearable. While she didn’t cut ties with her new friends, Alice quickly fell into the crowd in her own house-and it proved to be a much better fit.  Despite one close call with expulsion involving deeply offensive language and a flock of rogue parakeets, Alice managed to stay out of trouble enough to earn impressive marks. While her classmates struggled to find out what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives, the answer, to Alice, had always been an easy. She was going to write for the Daily Prophet until one of her stories got published into a real book, and she was perfectly content with this plan-until two members of the Aurory visited her Advanced Defense Against The Dark Arts Class. Aurors Shacklebolt and Fenwick had the charm and the sparkle Alice had only read about in books-and she was hooked. For the first time in her life, being nosy and asking too many questions might be a good thing. Alice could feel herself having an interest in something beyond her own curiosity-she could help people, get to know them, and she’d have the thrill of the chase-what more could she ask for? Alice spent her last few years in Hogwarts completely engrossed in her studies-she didn’t really have time for boys. While her friends snogged each other and figured out the best places to hide dungbombs during 7th year, Alice studied-and she finally understood her Ravenclaw friends all the way back in Year One. That being said, it’s not like Alice didn’t fully enjoy her last year of school-she sacrificed sleep in order to keep up with her studies and the hellions she calls her friends, resulting in some pretty permanent insomnia problems and the ability to fall asleep at a moment’s notice when given the opportunity, useful skill given her desired intense career path. Alice had never been as nervous for anything as she had been for her N.E.W.T.S.-that is until she took her Auror trainee entrance exam. She found out she passed two days before graduation-the first in almost two centuries to be admitted before even leaving Hogwarts. Exceptionally smart, and exceptionally fun, Alice kept waiting for the familiar ache for grander things-but leaving Hogwarts felt more like leaving home than moving out of her fathers’ flat had.

EARLY ADULTHOOD

Alice moved into a tiny flat on the outskirts of Muggle London  right after graduation. She’d saved enough during her summers working at Florian’s to supplement her measly trainee salary, paying for rent and many nights out on the town. A  few years into the program, Alice finally feels like she’s getting her footing. It hasn’t been easy, as young as she is-many of her peers are just now getting accepted into training as Alice is moving on to official ‘rookie auror’ status. Moving officially onto the force means getting a partner, and while the prospect had initially made Alice-and her ego- a bit wary, Frank Longbottom has proven to be perfect in every aspect of the word. Experienced, kind, quick and whip smart, Frank showed Alice the ropes-including a few she didn’t even know existed, like how to trick Fenwick into doing her paperwork and when Tonks was pissed that a few squares of chocolate on her desk could turn her whole week around. Alice couldn’t shake the fact that Frank looked familiar, but played it off as having seen him around the ministry until she popped by the Burrow and ran, quite literally, into Frank as she was playing with the Weasley boys. He’d been Arthur’s best man at their wedding, and had been around a few times when Alice had visited the Burrow as a child. It was hard to tell who was more embarrassed by this realization on the surface, though Alice knew her embarrassment ran far deeper. It was bad enough that she could feel herself starting to ache for her work partner, in the way she used to ache for grand things, but to ache for the man that used to have a crush on her cousin? Pathetic. Alice soothes herself by remembering that Frank probably sees her as nothing more than a silly kid-that he probably has loads and loads of girlfriends. Somehow, this doesn’t make her feel better.

Still, she’s got bigger things to worry about than stupid school girl crushes that she won’t let go anywhere-there’s something bigger than all of them brewing just below the surface. When other members of the Auror squad started speaking in low voices about something, Alice used her standard inquisitor skills-and a dash of eavesdropping-to find out about The Order of The Phoenix. Joining made more sense to Alice than anything else she’d done-even joining the force. Alice Prewett-Fortescue is finally becoming someone worthy of one of her own stories-but a small nagging part of her hopes she’ll be around long enough to see how it ends.

Connections:

Frank Longbottom

Benjy Fenwick

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Lily Evans

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Marlene McKinnon

Hestia Jones

Peter Pettigrew

Sirius Black

Dorcas Meadowes

Amelia Bones

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basics;

NAME: Bertram Aubrey AGE: 17 HOUSE: Ravenclaw YEAR: 7th BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood EXTRA CURRICULAR: Up To Player FACE CLAIM: Bob Morley (gif hunt)

bio;

Eloise and Franklin Aubrey married young, Eloise has fallen pregnant with Bertram and as a “respectable man” he believed he had to marry her. It wasn’t a romantic  gesture, but rather once Eloise had told Frank he just said “Then the correct thing to do is marry” and being only eighteen and scared Eloise said yes. They were married two months later in a Government office with no one but his parents there, since Eloise’s parents had disowned her once she had dropped out of school. It wasn’t until a couple on months into pregnancy that Frank decided it was probably time to tell Eloise he was a wizard, Frank had forgotten to mention it since he didn’t really use magic since in his mind it was nothing more than a lazy way to live. It was a shock to learn and it took a while to process it, but her life had slowly spiraled into something she never believed it’d be and once he had showed her what magic could do she was fascinated. Frank soon came to regret telling her, despite knowing it was the right thing to do due to their child probably having magic in their system, since Eloise found out about magic she constantly asked more and more about it, about how it worked, and what more they could do.  It irked Frank, since he planned to not have his son be magical at all, it was only the path of the lazy, he had seen as much in Hogwarts when he had attended, but he let it be, his wife was pregnant after all, she’d learn when the time came. The time, however, didn’t come, Bertram was magical since he was born, hiccupping bubbles at only a few months old, which Eloise found adorable, and Frank disgraceful. He kept telling himself the time would pass, but as Bertram got older, the more accidental magic he did, from accioing a cookie jar, to warming up the bath water when he was in it, soon he had to be put in a magical nursery that taught him how to control his magic. Frank was desperate, perhaps if they just told him it was all his imagination it would pass, but Eloise thought it was cruel to hide part of Bertram’s personality and she didn’t see what was so wrong with it, and then the fights begun. It was at seven years old that Bertram and Eloise met Dumbledore, a professor in Hogwarts who had taken an interest in Bertram and his accidental magic that taught them all they needed to know. Bertram was ecstatic, he couldn’t wait to be eleven and learn more magic, and as soon as his father got home and Bertram was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement the world came crashing.

At eleven, Bertram began to attend Hogwarts, his now single mother was working two jobs but still waved him off with a smile and the same glittering eyes she had from the moment he was born. He’d learned very little about Hogwarts and magic, and in comparison with most half bloods and purebloods the things he knew were nothing but parlor tricks, but he didn’t mind, he had to become a great Wizard, for his mother, and for himself – anything but Ravenclaw, anything but Ravenclaw, he thought it over and over, and yet, that was the house he was assigned. He hated it, he was angry and disappointed, he wanted to be nothing like his father who had packed his back and given his mother a note as if he was just resigning from a job that wasn’t paying him enough anymore, so he rebelled, he didn’t wear any of the Ravenclaw ties or sweaters, or anything alike it that would make him look like a Ravenclaw, and when he was told to dress properly he would wear other houses ties and even sleep in the common rooms of other houses, hiding from prefects and professors, anything to avoid the house that reminded him of that man. As anyone would, he got caught eventually, and a talk with Dumbledore and his mother later he agreed to sleep back in his common room, but only with the agreement he would wear Hufflepuffs ties and sweaters instead. It wasn’t ideal, but they agreed.

Graduation is coming closer for Bertram who can still be seen wearing a Hufflepuff tie, often working with Madame Pompfrey or in a shop on the weekends to make some more money for his mother. He wants to be a healer, and thankfully he has the grades to do so, the Sorting Hat wasn’t wrong to place him in Ravenclaw after all. He tries his best to stay out of trouble, living a quiet life mostly when he isn’t accidentally getting into trouble. Life seems pretty normal at the time being, besides the fact that his father just moved back to London from the United States where he was working, not that it matters, Bertram hasn’t seen his father since he was seven, he wasn’t planning on it ten years later.

extras;

POSITIVE TRAITS: Friendly; Loyal; Humorous; Loving; NEGATIVE TRAITS: Immature; Reckless; Childish; Messy; BOGGART: Zombies. PATRONUS: Raven. PET: Barn owl. AESTHETIC: sketches on pages meant for homework, a bag for first aid - just in case, the smell of tea in the morning, paint stains on his fingertips, three scoops of icecream, cheek kisses, lazy weekend mornings,

connections;

DORIS PURKISS, GIDEON PREWETT - Close Friends SIRIUS BLACK, JAMES POTTER - Dislikes KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT - Admires

this character is taken and played by Nessa.