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[wendyslinkhards]

Is that  WENDY SLINKHARD stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  FEBRUARY 12 and are a  TWENTY SEVEN year old,  MUGGLEBORN who works as a  JOURNALIST AND AUTHOR.  Some have said that they can be described as being  PRAGMATIC, ADVENTUROUS & CONFIDENT,  however, they also see themselves as being ACERBIC, STUBBORN & EMOTIONAL.  Apparently,  SHE  look a lot like  LILY JAMES,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  JOIN THE ORDER.

BASICS

name - gwendolen catrin slinkhard

nicknames - wendy

age - 27

birthday - february 12th

zodiac - aquarius

birthplace - cardiff, wales

height - 5’7

gender & pronouns - cisfemale, she/her

sexuality - heterosexual

FAMILY

parents - aneurin and elain slinkhard. her father is a muggle professor of economics and her mother is a potioneer.

siblings - n/a

PERSONALITY

positive traits - pragmatic, adventurous, confident

negative traits - acerbic, stubborn, emotional

aesthetic - a midnight sky full of stars, ink stained fingers, irises, dog-eared pages, broken book spines

MAGIC

blood status - muggleborn

wand - 9 inches, willow, dragon heartstring, swishy

patronus & anamagi - hippo, n/a

house - ravenclaw

job - journalist and aspiring author

affiliation - order of the phoenix

KEY INFORMATION/BIOGRAPHY

Wendy is a muggleborn witch from Wales. Her father is a muggle economics professor. Her mother is a muggleborn potioneer. Her parents met when her mum was attending muggle chemistry classes at Cardiff University and met her dad. She’s an only child. Her childhood was happy, but a little lonely.

She was a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. She is a voracious learner, and her housemates encouraged her to open herself up and push herself further. She is also completely Quidditch mad.

Wendy has always wanted to be the best and push herself further than she should. She's also always up for a good time and will be someone's most loyal friend until they give her a reason not to be. Her headstrong nature can get her into trouble occasionally.

She started working at the Prophet after getting a muggle university degree in English Literature at her father’s insistence. He always argued that she should be qualified to exist in both the magical and muggle worlds. Her greatest aspiration is to one day publish a novel of her own, and she works on it in her downtime.

[davinaswilkes]

Is that  DAVINA ISOBEL WILKES  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  JUNE 29TH  and are a  TWENTY FIVE  year old,  PUREBLOOD  who works as a  SOCIALITE.  Some have said that they can be described as being  CHARMING, CULTURED & WITTY,  however, they also see themselves as being HAUGHTY, INSECURE & CRUEL.  Apparently,  SHE  look(s) a lot like  SARAH CATHERINE HOOK,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  REMAIN NEUTRAL.

Wanted Connections. Pinterest.

Key Information

Full Name: Davina Isobel Wilkes

Name Origin: Davina is the feminine version of the name David. It means beloved. Davina is named after her maternal grandmother. Isobel comes from her paternal grandmother, Elizabeth Wilkes. It means God's promise.

Nicknames: D, Davy

Age: 25

Birthday: June 29th

Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale & She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Patronus: A crow. The crow is resourceful, cunning, and ambitious, and are often an omen of dark magic. Once a crow sets its goal, it gets what it wants, and it doesn’t let anything get in its way. Crows will push things out of their way to get what they want.

Boggart: Davina has always been self-conscious, but it became tenfold once her family lost their fortune. Her boggart takes the form of her reading a newspaper with her family's money trouble splashed on the front page, and all of her peers ridiculing her.

Wand Type: Elm Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, and 9 1/4 inches, rigid

Occupation: Socialite

Affiliation: Neutral, but believes in the Death Eater cause

Face Claim: Sarah Catherine Hook

Key Information/Biography:

Davina Isobel Wilkes was born in the early morning of one of the hottest days of the summer to Poppy and Hawthorn Wilkes. Poppy was overjoyed with the birth of a daughter, already having their heir and son, and Poppy immediately set about spoiling and molding her daughter into what she wanted, rather than what Davina wanted. Growing up, Davina loved being spoiled, dressing up, and her ballet lessons. Her mother poured everything into nurturing Davina into being a well-bred and well-brought-up Pureblood daughter, and Davina never resisted, enjoying being spoiled and having her mothers undivided attention, especially when her younger brother was born.

Her childhood was rather unremarkable, passing by with Pureblood parties, spending time with her brothers and the other children of Pureblood couples, and etiquette classes. She was taught to speak French and Latin, and her mother insisted that she take ballet and piano lessons. Davina would say that she had a worry free childhood and that she was a happy child.

That all changed when Davina and her brothers were sat down at the dining room table in late August by their parents and told that their fortune was gone. The tension between her parents had been palpable for months, and Davina didn't think that she would ever forget the look of loathing on her mother's face and the shame in her father's words. Hawthorn Wilkes had always been a prideful man and having to tell his children that the money was gone changed him. Her brother's inheritances were gone, and any money that Davina would have for a marriage was gone too.  He had many excuses for what had happened, blaming a muggleborn for the bad dealings, but Davina secretly thought that he just didn't want to admit what had truly happened.

Going to Hogwarts should have been her happiest moment, but armed with the knowledge that she was broke, but expected to keep up appearances that nothing would change made her time at Hogwarts difficult. She was sorted into Slytherin, as was expected, but Davina never felt completely comfortable among her peers. Constant worry about keeping up with the others, about someone finding out the truth took its toll and sometimes it seemed like Davina was trying too hard. She got very good at charming her clothes so it never looked like she was wearing the same things, and she started to dabble in fashion designing as a way to hide that she didn’t have the money to buy new gowns from Paris or Italy like some of the other girls.

After Hogwarts, Davina settled into the role of a socialite. It was surprisingly easy to lie about vacations and trips that she had taken in an attempt to keep up with the others. Keeping up appearances was even more important as she and Poppy dedicated themselves to finding the perfect match for Davina. Preferably a man with lots of money, a good name, and is handsome to boot, but Davina knows that she can’t be particularly choosy.

[themalcolmparkinson]

MALCOLM PARKINSON

BASICS

name : Malcolm Cornelius Parkinson

nicknames - mal

age : 25

birthday: dec 12th

zodiac : sagittarius

birthplace - Parkinson estate

height - 6'0

FAMILY

parents - unimportant

siblings - n/a

PERSONALITY

positive traits: charismatic, hard-working, resourceful.

negative traits: narcissistic, ignorant, guarded, impatient

aesthetic: bruised knuckles, a hearty laugh, the ever-rising tide, all-consuming grief and the head of a poured pint, the snapshot of a frozen memory.

MAGIC

blood status: pureblood

wand: Laurel wood with a unicorn hair core, 14 ¼ and rigid flexibility

boggart: his father

patronus & anamagi - swan, n/a

house - slytherin

job - real estate

affiliation: death eaters

BIOGRAPHY:

In a grand old state with weathered dark stone and thin green ivies stood the evergreen Parkinson estate, located outside Somerset. Malcolm was the sole heir born to a quiet yet powerful and prestigious family. The Parkinson family was a popular family that seemed pristine and perfect to the core. Their name was just as telling as they handled the land that most wizarding families had established housing on. Malcom’s father was a well-respected businessman and tax collector for estates, knowing who the best families were and which ones to avoid. Mostly because of their impediment to offer his father money. At a young age, Malcolm was being taught to listen and smile pleasantly. There had been many meetings he observed and lessons he remembered about the importance of value. It was not a secret about his father’s involvement with deception when handling money and Malcolm watched a stern man fall to the mercy of gambling. Prejudice was not an earned trait, but for Malcolm, it was a despising term used when his mother had an affair with a muggleborn. It was quick work cutting ties from her and Malcolm’s father, ingrained in him to revere Pureblood ancestry and disdain those who were Muggleborns or nonmagical folk. As he grew up, Malcolm became a more entitled, ignorant, hot-tempered young boy. Though his relationship with his mother had been destroyed due in part to a muggle, Malcolm wasn’t close with his father either. He might have been ignorant, but he wasn’t blind to see his father was cold and devious at best. It was when Malcolm was eleven, he was sent to Hogwarts, the family name following him, his greatest ambition was to become a man who his father could be proud of. Even if he scored high marks on exams, it never seemed to amount to his father’s expectations. He was always two steps behind and the rage only fueled him more to determine his worth.

Though he didn’t get the recognition from his father that he wanted, found it in his schoolmates specifically the ones who he shared the dorm with for seven years. Holidays were full to the brim of bitterness when he shared it with his father. Around his time at Hogwarts, he dated Serra Borgin, a fellow Slytherin who was also close with his family. There had been many times it felt like their families had tried setting them up, but eventually, they got together on their own terms. For once, everything seemed right. But then, it all came crumbling down when his father was exposed as a fraudulent man, embezzling money as if it were common money. When the Aurors found him out, Malcolm exploded with rage and grief, swearing to protect the rest of the family’s name and not let it be more fractured. It all had reached a boiling point and his father was disgraced and carted off to a cell he presumed. The Parkinson family name was stale, but Malcolm planned to change everything. The tides were sure to shift and change direction, picking up the shattered pieces of a once collected and strong family name. Malcolm continued his last year at Hogwarts with the newfound reputation following him. It was also during his last year that he came across a contract that was arranged before his father's incarceration that pledged Malcolm and Serra to already be engaged. Now that he was the head of the family and the company, he arranged lawyers to look it over and annul it immediately. The news was shocking to Malcolm and he assumed it would be too much for Serra. Instead of doing the right thing and telling his girlfriend, he needed them to break up and the only solution that came to his mind was sabotaging it himself by having an affair with Charity Burbage.

When it came time for Malcolm to overhear another Dark Lord, it was in his honor and belief to harbor the identity of being a follower.  Malcolm stepped forward into the role eagerly and submitted himself to the Dark Lord. He wanted to be seen as someone important in the eyes of Lord Voldemort. At least someone of value could consider Malcolm as someone worth listening to. He fully intended not disgrace his family name. To recover the extreme circumstances his mother and father brought onto the name, Malcolm began resurrecting the house, putting more house elves to maintain the house and hiring a handful of mannered to handle the finances. Once he had calculated everything to its fullest, Malcolm began intervening more directly with other Death Eaters, offering services to other members. On the surface, Malcolm was beginning to look like the carbon copy of his father only he was more thorough in who he trusted and his accounting with the goblins at Gringotts. Now, Malcolm must attend Death Eater meetings and help with strategic plans. Though Malcom despises many of the people in the room, he is not naive in forcing himself to silently refer to them as allies. Every word and movement is precious to him and he will pursue..

RELATIONSHIPS:

Serra Borgin: exes, bethrothed Agatha Bulstrode: family friend Charity Burbage: friends with benefits Nick Mulciber, Caellum Greengrass, Emir Selwyn: friends Evan Rosier: business partner Estelle Fawley: cousin Ted Tonks: part of the Auror team who arrested his father

[fabxprewett]

Full Name - Fabian Prewett

Name Origin - Originates from the Roman Fabianus which comes from Fabius. It is a Roman family name derived from the Latin word 'faba', which means bean.

Nicknames - Fab

Age - 34

Birthday - January 15th 1947

Gender & Pronouns - Cis Male, he/him pronouns

Sexuality - Heterosexual

Relationship Status - Forever Single

Patronus - Unknown

Boggart - His brother dead

Wand Type

Occupation - Employee at the International Magic Office of Law

Affiliations - Order

Face Claim - Chris Evans

Key Information / Bio

The Prewett name is known as a Pureblood family but they couldn't be further down the ranking within the community if they wanted. And that was okay with them; Pureblood was a riddiculous thing anyways. And that is how the children were raised.

Fabian was born as the first one of a set of twins. Gideon followed shortly after and two completely different boys were brought into the world. Growing up to Fabian didn't necessarily mean having fun. He followed Gideon but he was never the instigator of a prank.

When he was five, their sister Molly was born and a stint of protectiveness over his younger siblings - despite it only being a few minutes - was born. From a young age on he felt the responsibility of looking after the two of them.

Many would call Fabian the serious one from the twins and that was no problem to him. He would go along with the pranks of his brother, but he would also focus on his grades and getting somewhere in life, finding a position in which he would be able to protect them.

It wasn't much of a surprise when Fabian ended a desk job in International Law at the Ministry. He focused on his job completely and later on the Order too, leaving no space for his social and romantic life at all. Forever single is the way he describes himself and he is okay with that.

[ludobagmcns]

Is that  LUDOVIC BAGMAN  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  MARCH 28TH  and are a  25  year old,  PUREBLOOD  who works as a  PROFESSIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER.  Some have said that they can be described as being  CHARMING, HUMOROUS, & SKILLED ,  however, they also see themselves as being RECKLESS, ADDICTIVE, COMPETITIVE.  Apparently, HE  looks a lot like  AVAN JOGIA,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  REMAIN NEUTRAL.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Ludovic Emerson Bagman NAME ORIGIN: Ludovic was traced back to the French language as a variant of the name 'Louis', with its roots often being associated with French royalty, and it is derived from the Germanic name 'Chlodovech', which means famous war/famous battle NICKNAMES: Ludo is his most used nickname and the name he goes by the most. However, family and close friends have also been known to call him Lud or Vic, but he does prefer Ludo the most. AGE: Twenty-five years old BIRTHDAY: March 28th, Aries BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood AFFILIATION: Bagman Family, Wimbourne Wasps GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-man, He/Him SEXUALITY: Flexible, he's only been with women so far but he's not opposed to the idea of being with a man RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single OCCUPATION: Professional Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps WAND: 10 inches, Dogwood, Unicorn Hair core, Slightly Springy PATRONUS: He has yet to conjure a fully corporeal one, but it is a Chestnut Stallion BOGGART: Himself, with no more fame or family or friends around

EDUCATION

SCHOOL: Hogwarts HOUSE: Gryffindor EXTRACURRICULARS: Quidditch BEST CLASSES: Flying, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures WORST CLASSES: Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Gujarati, French

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Arlin Bagman (Father, pureblood, retired cursebreaker) and Erika Bagman (née Ellingsworth) (Mother, pureblood, housewife) SIBLINGS: Otto Bagman SIGNIFIGANT OTHER: N/A OTHER FAMILY: Various cousins, one maternal uncle and two paternal aunts

WANTED CONNECTIONS

found HERE! but includes some fun things like teammates, rivals, gambling buddies, and even some that can sway ludo to one side or another

BONUS INFO

UPBRINGING: As a young boy, it seemed evident to many that Ludovic was a favorite child. The eldest son, his parents liked to spoil him however they could, and as a result he feels like he was always rather close to them. He grew up in wealthy society, not very rich but certainly more comfortable than some and that just granted Ludo more chances to be spoiled. But what he truly thrived on was attention, and if he felt like he wasn't getting enough, he would act out or be otherwise reckless. Such as when his younger brother was a toddler and he, not much older, decided to get his cousin's broom and try his hand at flying, only to fall off quickly and injure himself. The injury got his parents to dote on him for a day or two though, just furthering his need for acting out which he seems to have carried with him as he's gotten older.

CAREER: Since he was a child, Ludo planned on being a Quidditch star. Now having achieved the first part of that dream shortly after leaving school, he has been enjoying the attention and fame that the Wimbourne Wasps have been giving him. Though he is always searching for the next big team to possibly move to and move up even more in the Quidditch world.

WAR AFFILIATION: Ludo has usually operated with the privileged celebrity take of "I just play Quidditch, I don't talk about politics" and thus has been solidly neutral within the brewing war. However, he does like a gamble and if he's ever pushed hard enough, he would currently seem to align with the Death Eaters.

[stvrdsts]

Is that  MARY MACDONALD  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  12TH JULY 1956  and are a  23  year old,  MUGGLEBORN  who works as a  HEALER.  Some have said that they can be described as being  CHARISMATIC, PROTECTIVE & REALISTIC,  however, they also see themselves as being ISOLATED, CALLOUS & VENGEFUL.  Apparently,  SHE  look(s) a lot like  SARAH PIDGEON,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  JOIN THE ORDER.

god hood is a lot like girlhood ; a begging to be believed.

basic.

Full Name: Mary Estrella Macdonald.

Name Origin: mary; star of the sea, bitterness, beloved. estrella; star. macdonald; world ruler.

Nicknames: mare, m, mack, little lamb ( this is a nickname she definitely hates)

Age: 23

Birthday: 12 july, 1956? did i math that correctly who knows

Gender & Pronouns: cis woman & she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Relationship Status: single

magic.

Patronus: lynx

Boggart: being locked in a cage

Wand Type: i am going to come back to this

Occupation: Healer for St Mungos, sometimes helps the research department too

Affiliation: the order of the phoenix

Face Claim: Sarah Pidgeon

bio. trigger warning ; mentions of torture. general angst.

LIFE ISN'T FAIR. it was cruel and twisted, filled with bad creatures lurking in the darkest corners of the world. sometimes people who didn't love each other had kids. her father used to call her older brother the calm before the storm, with the storm coming two years later. her mother named her mary. for the first few formative years of mary's life it had been filled with laughter and love - at least that's what she thought, though it wasn't until her random bursts of magic had revealed the truth. her parents barely tolerated each other. that plus a daughter with unknown magic abilities? well.

she was a kid, trying to be the mediating adult between her parents - her brother was off with school friends, intent on never spending any spare time at home, so mary was often left alone with hushed squabbles behind closed doors, before one day her mother packed their things, and as soon as sebastian got home, she had taken the two of them from the only home they've ever known in scotland - travelling all the way to nottingham to stay with their aunt.

things seemed to be going well for a while ; mary was making friends at the local primary school, sebastian was hitting high marks in his classes, the macdonald family were slowly building a life. she was finally allowed to be a careless kid coming home with scraped knees and a wide smile, until the fateful knock on the door one saturday afternoon which changed their lives - mary was a witch, part of a magical community hidden to their eye. for a good while, she herself didn't believe it despite the facts laid out in front of her. weird things always happening in the vicinity of her, or if she was especially pissed off.

as she came around to the news, her mother had not, refusing to believe any of it was real until mary had to go and pick up her school supplies. her brother was supportive, but he was still a kid. he thought magic was cool. the days leading up to mary's eventual departure her mother had avoided her until the last minute, and it was sebastian that helped her carry her trunk to the platform.

despite the sour farewell, mary was well and truly excited to learn about magic, having poured over her school textbooks the night before, and when the hat was placed on her head it had called out gryffindor. home of the reckless. house of the brave. it was where she had made a home for herself, amongst the jokesters and know-it-all's. over the years mary had grown into a confident and kind girl, always willing to lend a helping hand. her easy going nature had made it easier for mary to make friends, and just as easy to make enemies.

[tw torture] because as kind as mary was, she was still a hot-head, often arguing with people in class, creating grudges bigger than she was. mary wasn't quite prepared for the bully named Mulciber, who had been sneaky with their attack; a facade of friendship until they had sunk their claws into her unexpectedly. a traumatic event at barely sixteen - all signs point to torture of some form, yet the night of the attack Mary's memory still remains blank. without the proof, despite being in the hospital wing for days afterwards, and a scar that kept coming back no matter how many remedies tried, mulciber was able to stay in school. [end tw] mary had reached out to her parents, at least to her mother and brother, but she doubted that her mother would even tell sebastian she had written to him - and after that night, mary stopped picking up a quill and parchment to write them.

it took mary years after the attack until she felt somewhat okay; instead of seeking help she instead buried herself in her school work, staying up until all hours of the morning with her head in her textbooks or drawing in her sketchbook by the window nook in the gryffindor common room. anger never looked good on girls that thrived from being kind to others, so within the new year mary had decided to put that anger to good use by joining the gryffindor quidditch team as a beater, and despite years of arguing that quidditch was a senseless game, mary felt like herself for the first time in years after her first match. she remained on the team until graduation, before being accepted into the trainee healers program.

that same day someone had come to her with a proposition ; one she couldn't refuse. sick of the injustice done to her, done to other muggleborns that weren't strong enough to get back up, mary gladly accepted the order's invitation with a fire in her eyes that no one had seen in years. she was grit. she was teeth. she was a girl who learned how to use her claws and smile while she was stabbing you in the back.

on the eve of her twenty second birthday, mary decided to go home, feeling nostalgic, missing the girl she could've been ; untouched by war, she'd almost be done with university, probably have a boyfriend she'd be planning her future with. instead she was in the middle of a war against her kind, a constant target on her back. what she saw made her stop her knock on the door - a crack through the curtains revealed her mother smiling and happy, with a man she didn't recognize. instead she decided to search for her brother, spending the night getting drunk on his couch and catching up. she might not have had her mother, but at least mary had her brother, promising to keep in touch - and to this day they still write letters back and forth, which has helped ground mary in the wizarding world.

her natural affinity for helping others and extensive knowledge had given mary a boost in her trainee program, and graduated a year earlier than her class, accepting a position at st mungos not long afterwards, while actively helping the order in her spare time; her flat soon becoming a pit-stop to patch up quick wounds if needed. a pillar of courage she's become, even if she's still haunted by her own memories.

[magicmarked]

✧ they asked me if i love her to death, and i said "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life"

— mahmoud darwish, the butterfly's burden

Is that  AMOS DIGGORY  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  APRIL 2ND  and are a  27  year old,  PUREBLOOD  who works as a  SINGLE DAD & LITTLE LEAGUE QUIDDITCH COACH.  Some have said that they can be described as being  PASSIONATE, SOCIAL & PROTECTIVE,  however, they also see themselves as being OBSTINATE, TEMPERAMENTAL & UNFOCUSED.  Apparently,  HE  look(s) a lot like  MICHAEL EVANS BEHLING,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  JOIN THE ORDER.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤBASICSㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

FULL NAME : Amos Percival Diggory.

NICKNAMES : Ame, Daddy.

AGE : Twenty-seven.

BIRTHDAY : April 2nd.

GENDER & PRONOUNS : Cis man, he/him/his.

SEXUALITY : Bisexual, biromantic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed.

AFFILIATION : The Order of the Phoenix.

FACECLAIM : Michael Evans Behling.

OCCUPATION : Single dad, part-time Little League Quidditch coach, former Magizoologist in training, but that doesn't pay the bills.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤPERSONALITYㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

POSITIVES : Passionate, social, protective, stout-hearted, loyal.

NEUTRALS : Grieving, mercurial, defiant, adventurous, daring.

NEGATIVES : Obstinate, temperamental, unfocused, audacious, blunt.

MORAL ALIGNMENT : Chaotic good.

WESTERN ZODIAC : Aries sun, Scorpio moon, Sagittarius rising.

HEAVENLY VIRTUE : Charity.

DEADLY SIN : Wrath.

TAROT CARD : The Tower ( upright ).

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤFAMILYㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

FATHER : Cedric Diggory sr ( deceased ).

MOTHER : Catriona Diggory ( owner of the Murtlap Inn )

SIBLINGS : Twin sister, younger sibling.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Florence Diggory ( murdered 8 months ago ).

CHILDREN : Cedric Diggory jr ( almost 2 years old ).

PET(S) : N/A.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤMAGICAL PROFILEㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

HOGWARTS HOUSE : Hufflepuff.

ABILITIES : Almost fully trained Magizoologist.

WAND : Cedar wood, dragon heartstring core, 13", somewhat bendy.

PATRONUS : St. Bernard dog.

ASSOCIATED MEMORY : It is the first moments after Cedric's birth, the infant laying on his wife's chest, the happy but exhausted smile on her face, the warm feeling of joyous tears on his cheeks, happiness like he had never known before.

AMORTENTIA : Amos smells a forest bonfire first, with fragrant herbs added to add a pleasant scent to the flames, followed by orange blossoms, and finally, freshly made pumpkin pastries.

REVERSE AMORTENTIA : When thinking of Amos, you'll first be hit with the scent of bergamot, followed by undertones of freshly mowed grass, baby powder, and a vague but sharp tang of antiseptic.

BOGGART : It's a kneeling figure that resembles Amos himself, kneeling on a freshly overturned grave, that has the name of his deceased wife, and in scratch marks underneath it, the name of Cedric has been added.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤBACKGROUNDㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

[ trigger warnings for : pregnancy, murder, grief ]

Amos Diggory had always enjoyed a simple life. There was no great tragedy or betrayal haunting his family, his parents were happily married, their jobs kept the Diggory family in comfortable middle class life, they weren't known pureblood supremacists, nor were they blood traitors — no, everything about Amos' life was perfectly content, average almost, and he certainly enjoyed it that way.

The first perceived tragedy came to Amos when his twin sister was sorted into Gryffindor and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. It was made worse by the Sorting Hat's doubt — he almost made it into the house of lions with her, almost, but not quite. Hufflepuff suited Amos just fine, but being separated for the first time in his life certainly did not. With how many of their peers had more tragic upbringing, Amos' complaints were brushed off by both his housemates and the school staff, but to him? This mole hill was a mountain.

Forced to be on his own, away from family for the first time, Amos spent the first few weeks at Hogwarts with a grumpy frown on his face — though it didn't last long. He had always been naturally gregarious, a good time boy, easy-going and even easier to befriend, and if there was one thing Amos could not bear, it was loneliness. He thrived during his school years, there was sometimes a certain guilt at his lack of involvement in the horrible war consuming his peers, but Amos did not feel strongly enough to sign himself up for something so deadly.

After graduation, he was aimless — he'd hoped for a Quidditch scouting (despite subconsciously knowing he was not good enough to play professionally), but found himself with less prospects than he thought. He drifted through a series of jobs, bartending at his parents' inn, security guard at Gringotts, even spent a month or two in hitwizard training — until one day, a few years after graduation, he ran into his former Care of Magical Creatures professor. Surprisingly gifted at the subject and having spent many summers on his cousin's Erumpent range, he fell into an apprenticeship with a Magizoologist head first — though the pay was poor and the days long, he finally found something that truly brought him passion and excitement.

Travelling the world changed Amos somewhat, he came home more cultured, more experienced, more daring. No longer simple, but with a love for adventure — which was what first drew him to Florence. Bold and exciting, she loomed larger than life in the pub where they first met — her smile lighting up the room. Their romance started as a whirlwind, and by the time Amos realized how engrained she was with the Order of the Phoenix, he was already head over heels. As a muggleborn, Florence had strong opinions on pureblood supremacy and was never afraid to voice them. Amos felt lost in that world occasionally, increasingly worried for her safety.

Cedric was not planned, but he was news happily received. Amos would be a full-fledged Magizoologist soon enough, and Florence was a gifted Cursebreaker. They married in a small, private ceremony, not wanting to scare her Muggle family too much, and welcomed Cedric six months later. However, there was an increase in the recklessness that consumed Florence after their child was born. She wanted to make the world safe for him — but as a result, put herself into danger more often. There was a sense of dread haunting Amos, one that was unfortunately confirmed eight months ago, when Aurors knocked on his door with the news of his wife's murder at the hands of suspected Death Eaters.

Amos wanted to let his grief consume him. When his father had died of illness a few years ago, he had been sad, but it had been bearable — the death of Florence threatened to tear him apart. He could not let it happen, he was desperately willing for it not to happen. Cedric needed him. Cedric needed him. Barely a year old, and desperately missing his mama — Amos had something earth shattering happen to him, but he could not let it break him. Shoving down his heartwrenching grief, Amos pushed forward instead.

He left behind his passion for Magizoology for a better paying job at the Quidditch stadium, coaching the children's team. He moved back to his parental home, out of the small cottage filled with memories of Florence and their life together. He attended the trial for his wife's murderers with a stoic, still expression. There was so much emotion churning underneath the surface, and soon there was a fist shaped indent in the door to his bedroom. Anger took over grief, and Amos found himself following in Florence's footsteps, joining the Order — at least, that's what he tells himself. Nevermind that it is a good outlet for his anger too.

Eight months since her death, and Amos is holding himself together with duct tape and a prayer. He had just found his life, his future, everything he had ever dreamed off — and now his world had ended. His family worries that Amos is hurrying towards his own early grave, and knowing Cedric would be alone is the only thought that brings some caution to his deeds. But there is always a cliff, and Amos is eagerly dangling off the edge.

TLDR : Danai loves hurting characters. Amos was a middle class, easy-going young guy, never involved in the war or politics, enjoying his neutrality. He apprenticed as a Magizoologist for years, travelling the world and finding new adventures. He fell head over heels in love with a muggleborn Order member named Florence, and together they had a child, Cedric. Eight months ago, Florence was murdered by suspected Death Eaters, shattering his life. He is growing increasingly angry and reckless as a result, and is trying desperately to keep himself together for the sake of his son.

[xantoninxdolohovx]

BASICS: Name: Antonin Dolohov Age & Birthday: 31, 29th of October Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Department of Mysteries Blood Status: Pureblood House: Slytherin Affiliation: Death Eaters Family: - Languages: English & Russian Residence: London Flat, hidden from Muggles MAGICAL: Boggart: n/a Patronus: Crane Amortenia: Scotch, Cinnamon, & Maple . OWLs: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Astronomy, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration. NEWTs: Ancient Runes, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration PERSONALITY: + charming, idealistic, & Innovative - vain, cruel, & unpredicatioable

BIOGRAPHY:

Confident and combative He fell in quickly with other students in slytheryn. Antonin excelled in academics but had a quick temper and a cruel streak. He channeled this into his magical education and was an accomplished duelist. Careful to keep any violence official he was left mostly unchecked. The ideas of conjuration and unique spell work exited him, he would pursue ways to keep advantages sometimes pushing the bounds of what was allowed.

When his schooling was over he followed his friends into the ministry. Trying to find a department that could use his skills. A few setbacks from his thinly veiled disdain of muggles were overshadowed by his skill and family name. His settling in a department which worked in the dark suited him fine.

The death eaters were a good fit. Gone were the limits to his growth, he didn't have to hide his cruelty towards muggles or wouldn't once they were in the open. Few have earned his loyalty, but for those he considers equals he fights doggedly.

[xmollyweasleyx]

rosy cheeks, receiving butterfly kisses, rambunctious children, old jewelry boxes, puppy dog eyes, talking too much, twirling around in dresses, getting up early, quick temper, the smell of honey, freshly made bed, multitasking, knitting needles, sentimental photo albums, always offering a helping hand, being the sunshine in everyone else’s life, christmas jumpers, family dinners around a table, saving everyone but yourself, windows filled with plants, putting on fuzzy socks in the winter.

DETAILS.

name: molly ann weasley. nicknames: mols. dob: june 26th. cancer. age: twenty-nine. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she + her. orientation: heterosexual. 

height: 5’1” eye color: blue.  hair color: red. distinguishing features: bright red hair. occupation: housewife.

fc: nicola coughlan.

WIZARD FUN.

blood status: pureblood. affiliation: neutral / order inclination. house: gryffindor. animagus? none. wand:

length: 11" flexibility: slightly pliable.

wood: black walnut;; black walnut sought a master of good instincts and powerful insight. black walnut was a very handsome wood, but not the easiest to master. it had one pronounced quirk, which was that it was abnormally attuned to inner conflict, and lost power dramatically if its possessor practiced any form of self-deception. if the witch or wizard was unable or unwilling to be honest with themselves or others, the wand often failed to perform adequately and must be matched with a new owner if it was to regain its former prowess. paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it became one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.

core: unicorn tail hair;; unicorn hair wands were not very powerful, but they were the least prone to accidents and the least likely to change loyalties. they were also the most difficult to turn to the dark art. they were prone to wilting if mishandled.

BIO.

it took a little bit of luck, a little bit of fate, a slight accident and a lot of spice to welcome molly into the prewett clan. she was a spitfire from the very beginning. she demanded attention but usually in the most loving way possible. however, she had her toilsome ways as well from time to time. both a reflection of who she would become.

the prewett home was never quiet. between molly and the her twin brothers there was always something happening. growing up with a set of older twins, gideon and fabian, molly had to make her mark. she wasn’t going to take it lying down. she wasn’t going to be the younger sibling who sat back and let her older twins run the house. no, not in the slightest. she asked them questions constantly, demanding the correct answers, seeing through their games, being the smart young witch she was. on the other hand she also mothered them. when they did something questionable she was the first to call them out. she tried to be gentle but with them that was virtually impossible. however, she loved them to pieces and looked up to them. they had fun, they were smart and lived life to the fullest. that’s how she wanted to live but in her own way. she wouldn’t have asked for any other brothers.

when fabian and gideon went off to hogwarts the home was quiet. molly missed them terribly and couldn’t wait for her chance to get back with them. she would never admit it but they were her rocks. in the meantime she spent time reading and practicing all the magic she could. she was going to be ready to enter hogwarts with experience. her parents helped her learn, supportive as ever. molly’s perseverance paid off once her letter came.

school wasn't as easy as she had expected but molly studied hard and it showed in her marks. she became a great pupil who the professors adored and not just because of her dedication to do well in her classes. molly was also caring, gentle and funny. she was a good person and everyone that came across her could see it. however, they could also see that if someone did something questionable she could be set off quite easily. her quick temper came in handy when anyone she cared about was found in trouble but it could also get her in trouble when she messed with the wrong people. however, it didn't stop her from defending those who needed it, including herself.

while at hogwarts, molly met arthur weasley. he was a sweet boy. he made her laugh and made her cheeks blush. she never believed in love at first sight but arthur liked to challenge that. there was something between the two of them that clicked. the friendship eventually blossomed into a full blown relationship. no one was surprised. the pair made sense. they were married not long after graduation. there was never a doubt in molly's mind that arthur was the one for her. marrying him felt right.

before they knew it they began to build the weasley clan. first came bill. the delivery was hard on molly. she struggled and was in labor for twenty-three hours. luckily she had arthur by her side the whole time. but when bill was finally born, all molly could do was cry tears of joy. her baby boy was beautiful and perfect and worth the twenty-three hours of agony. two years later she fell pregnant again. although she had such a hard labor with bill, molly couldn't wait to bring another child into the world. luckily, her second time around was much easier. only five hours of labor. and again with tears of joy. this one was to be charlie. it was in this moment that molly knew she wanted more children. she wanted a home full of children. she was a great mother and arthur a doting father. they had so much love to give. their goal was to bring all the warmth they could into their life.

but there was the looming war. it couldn't be ignored. it was obvious what molly believed in. although she was a pureblood there was no way she would ever be a death eater. she didn't believe in blood purity. she believed that magic chose the person who deserved it. with the kids she didn't want to officially join the order of the phoenix but was highly aligned with them and did what she could in her own way to support them. molly's family was her number one priority and would do anything to protect them. anything.

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[fcrox]

The world's a battlefield. It always has been but they've taken it so much further. Further than anyone ever before. Someone has to stop them. I don't see why I can't help with that.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Beatrice Anne Abbott

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Bea, Trice, Bee, Trix

AGE: Thirty

BIRTH DATE: February 17th, 1949

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

AFFILIATION: Neutral (at the moment), Order of the Phoenix (eventually)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Two layered/floor flat located at the Hogsmeade Station

OCCUPATION: Unspeakable (death and space chamber), Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Marnie (british shorthair), Ares (ural owl)

WAND: Vine wood with a unicorn hair core, 9 ¾ and supple flexibility

PATRONUS: Bloodhound

BOGGART: Being locked in a room that is on fire

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: chocolate, coffee and wild flowers with a sprinkle of something akin to gunpowder and smoke (from her work in the space chamber)

INSPIRATION

SONG: See you later by Jenna Raine, Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab, One Woman Army by Porcelain Black, Can't tame her by Zara Larsson, Team by Lorde, Dancing Queen by Abba

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: walks by the beach, footprints in the sand, the roaring of waves, the sound of a train pulling into the station, the scent of wildflowers, stars floating by, planets rushing, a broom polished to sparkle, a quaffle, music playing in another room, the first of snow falling, black ink on parchment,

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Mrs Abbott & Mr Abbott

SIBLINGS: Rosmerta Abbott (older sister). Anthony Abbott (younger brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Gryffindor

EXTRACURRICULAR: Astronomy Club, Gryffindor Quidditch team Chaser, Ancient Studies

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Magical Theory, Astronomy, Ancient Runes

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian

OTHER LANGUAGES: Ancient Runes (reading)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Reddish/Brown

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: wandless magic (decent, practicing), flying (decent), ancient runes (skilled), dueling (skilled), occlumency (decent, practicing)

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, dependable, determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: cynical, stubborn and impatient

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Beatrice Abbott was born as the second child of a loving family. From the very moment she opened her eyes there was noting but warmth. The Abbotts had been among the list of sacred twenty-eight once, but Bea was just another proof that their family had made the choice, taken a step away from the rigidness of society; or at least those within it. As such, even during her early years the values or kindness and sticking up for the right thing were made clear to her. It was a wonderful childhood, one in which the person she’d come to admire most wasn’t her parents but her older sister Rosmerta. Ros was a joy to be around and soon after they became three, graced with a younger brother, Anthony.

The trio, despite the years between them, got along well and had their fun moments. Beatrice became very protective of them and her family, knowing that no matter what she always wanted them safe and sound, happy and cared for. The Abbotts were spared their children from the forced classes the previous pureblood generations still had to go through, but Bea still fell in love with the idea of dancing and requested flying lessons long before their Hogwarts letters arrived.

Seeing Ros leave was a hard day, but it only meant that her day of leaving had come all the closer for it. And when that day came, the letter arrived, Beatrice couldn’t have been prouder and happier. She was ready for what she considered to be the journey of a lifetime. The hat wasted no time, calling out Gryffindor the moment it touched the head. It was a new home, a second home in which she found the joys of mischief and other things, making friends along the way.

Outside the walls the war was brewing, a slow simmer that kept growing further and further. By the time the tensions could be seen even within the castle Anthony had joined them, although within a different house. Bea was proud and the Abbott siblings reunited at last. It was also during that time she found her love for quidditch, joined the Gryffindor quidditch team as a chaser. Hogwarts was her home, despite how much she loved the home her parents provided. A home, away from home.

During fifth year, Beatrice was approached by Edgar Bones. And while at first, she played hard to get, claiming quidditch took too much time that answer didn’t fly for all too long and she accepted to go out with him. Not once did she regret the choice as Edgar made her feel things she’d never felt before. And then he graduated. For two whole years it was a mess of letters, but she was determined. In the absence of Edgar, she instead focused on her grades, worked hard to leave with excellent results and a chance to go wherever life would take her.

When graduation drew near, the witch had made up her mind. Despite everything that may have been pointing towards picking up quidditch, her true passion lay within the mysteries of another thing altogether. Beatrice had discovered her passion not just within sports, but her wish to know and her burning refusal to give up, stubborn as she was. A relative overheard her thoughts, the conversation with her parents and being an unspeakable themself recommended the Department of Mysteries to her.

It was as thought a whole other world opened. The Department of Mysteries was everything Bea had wanted, despite a lack of chance to discuss things outside of work and with others than those who shared the same Department. If anyone were to ask, she would simply tell them she’s trying to understand the joys in life. This couldn’t have been further from the truth as the witch worked within the Space and Death Chamber, fluttering between research and the need to understand the machinations of the universe.

The time after Hogwarts did not just come with the work at the ministry, no. She also came to see her sister happy and in a relationship that she had no doubt would eventually blossom into something beautiful; more so than it already had. Her and Edgar were going strong, equally. If she had to imagine her life with anyone, it would have been him. And then it all changed. Ros and Alastor split, her sister left behind with seemingly no reason. Both her need to protect as well as her own fears kicked in. Perhaps unfounded, but to see two people so strong come to such a harsh end out of nowhere? It left her worrying. It left her terrified that Edgar, despite how much she trusted him could do the same.

The day she approached him to talk, not her usual confident mess but instead a person she usually couldn’t be found looking like, the witch began to talk. Her words were a mess, the message equally confusing as she tried to explain to him that splitting would be rough. Whatever her words may have been, the fear having her fumble, the sudden agreement from Edgar shocked her to her core, left her speechless. There she was, trying to tell him about her being scared that he would leave her, only for him to leave her moments after in agreement to her words? Just what had she said to make it seem as though this was something she wanted? Things were over, just like that. Perhaps it was the ease in which he had agree that made her fears surface. That day she simply walked out.

For a while she kept her distance, only returning once she was sure that whatever emotions she still felt, whatever feelings she still held were pushed down far, far below. Only seeing Edgar would sometimes make the construct built wobble. Her entire focus was on her family and on work now, on her friends, both those from Hogwarts and after.

The years went by. The war raging on becoming bigger and bigger. No longer the low simmer it once had been, the fight is on. Now all she seeks is to join the Order of the Phoenix, wanting to be part of the fight and to bring whatever it was she had to the table. This was her new purpose; to help and fight and show those simple-minded fools what they were doing to the world.

[bladevvise]

the rainbow that appears when it rains under a sunny sky / the sound of humming underneath your breath / the warmth of a hug from someone who loves you / a splash of whiskey in your coffee after a long day / sliding on a soft sweater knitted with love / the calm in the center of the storm / tending to a bursting greenhouse / a briefcase full to burst / a tiredness that evaporates when you return home / keeping your wits about you / obligation driving every movement / a crackle of lightning / hiding the monstrous beneath softness.

basic information

name: edward tejas michael tonks. nickname. ted, teddy, tej. age / date of birth. 28 / september 5th (7:07pm). place of birth. aberdare, rhondda cynon taf, wales. blood status. muggleborn. affiliation. the tonks family the order of the phoenix. gender / pronouns. cis male / he/him. sexuality. heterosexual. relationship status. happily married. occupation. law wizard, dmle prosecution offices.

physical information

face claim. dev patel. height. 6′ 1½″ / 187 cm. weight. 68kg / 10st 9lb. build. ectomorph / tall and thin, narrow torsos, long limbs, small amounts of body fat, trouble building muscle mass, narrow hips and clavicles, small joints (wrists/ankles), stringy muscle bellies. dominant hand. left, but is ambidextrous. eye color. brown. hair color / texture. black / naturally thick, tends towards curly/wavy. scent. cedarwood, lemon, clary sage, bergamot, mint. recognizable features / scars. warm brown eyes. laughter lines around eyes and mouth. scar on his right knee from falling off his bike into the neighbors rose bush. white scars peppering left calf and left forearm from potions accident in third year. birthmark in shape of perfect circle above his heart. speech patterns / accent. ted grew up in a multigenerational household - welsh, the tongue of his mother, and gujarati, the tongue of his father. english rounded out the languages as his base, and though his accent tends towards received pronunciation these days - if only for ease of understanding - anger or other strong emotions bring out his colorful accent. he rarely raises his voice, his words are crisp and near always carefully chosen. voice claim. ioan gruffudd. languages spoken. english, welsh, gujarati.

magical information

wand. laurel wood (it is said that a laurel wand will never perform a dishonourable act, although in a quest, i have known laurel wands to perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. laurel wands are commonly found among those who are cunning, intellectual, and noble at heart. it is a tricky wood to control, and laurel wands are sometimes called fickle because of it, but this is unfair. the laurel wand seems unable to tolerate laziness in a possessor, and it is in such conditions that it is most easily and willingly won away. otherwise, it will cleave happily to its first match forever, and indeed has the unusual and engaging attribute of issuing a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it.) / dragon heartstring core (ukrainian ironbelly - the ironbelly is a species of dragon native to ukraine and it's surrounding countries. a bipedal breed, it is metallic grey in colour, with an immense wingspan, long talons and rough scales said to be as hard as steel. this is the largest extant breed of dragon in the world, reaching up to six tonnes in weight with deep red eyes. thus they are the second most common dragon heartstring core, due to the size of the dragons and their hearts comparatively. they are often found in survivors wands, and produce more than as much stubbornness in owners as you might expect. these wands tend to be quite temperamental. owners of these wands are often known for being used to having temperamental things under their charge.) / solid rigidity (a wand of this flexibility will be extremely loyal to one owner and one owner only, usually a person of great moral integrity. owners of 'solid' wands are generally known for their reliability. as such, these wands are always buried with their owner - it is rare to pass down a wand of this rigidity, even to family members.) / 13 ¾’’ length (longer wands may suit taller wizards, but they also tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.neater wands favour more elegant and refined spell-casting.) patronus. friesian stallion (19h / 1.93m). boggart. his wife and daughter being tortured. amortentia. andromeda. school. hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. house. hufflepuff (class of 1969). clubs / extracurriculars. prefect, wizards chess club (champion '66 - '69), member of the sphinx and dragon club, founding member of the occamy debating team (1965).

psychological information

temperament. phlegmatic. positive. approachable, diligent, magnanimous. negative. self-critical, stubborn, clumsy. mbti. infj. moral alignment. neutral good. element. earth. primary vice. wrath / lust. primary virtue. diligence / justice. zodiac. virgo sun, scorpio moon, aquarius rising. quote. "and yet i swear i love this earth that scars and scalds, that burns my feet. and even hell is holy." - gregory orr, from "tin cup," in the caged owl: new and selected poems. character parallels. bonnie bennett (the vampire diaries), aragorn elessar (lord of the rings), sam winchester (supernatural), obi-wan kenobi (star wars), daenerys targaryen (game of thrones).

familial information.

father. dilip philip laghari tonks (squib, alive) - dilip was the last surviving member of the magical laghari family. before he moved to the united kingdom and took the name philip tonks in homage to the man who saved his life by taking him in as a foster child at the age of six, sgt. mjr john p. tonkins, he had been cast out for his lack of magical ability. he made no mention of this lack when he met his future wife at university, considering it unlikely at best that magic would be brought forth again in such a short timeframe. the birth of his eldest son who was firmly magical was certainly a surprise, as was the subsequent birth of three more magical children. only his wife knows of the truth of his parentage. mother. rachana "rach" tejal lohat-tonks (muggle, alive) - rachana's family emigrated from kenya to wales in the 1800s following a business opportunity for her great grandfather. she grew up with her parents, grandparents, her aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings - she was never lonely, even when she first met her future husband, she was surrounded by family. her family, by contrast, had never heard of magic - it was quite a shock when ted started levitating dishes to the sink when he didn't want to get up to put them there by hand. nonetheless, she is a loving and supportive mother, even now. number of siblings / placement. three / eldest. siblings. nikhil "nick" tonks (wizard, alive) / sonal "sunny" tonks (witch, alive) / adi tonks (witch, alive) - all three of ted's younger siblings are magical, though to varying degrees of embracing it. he is an almost stereotypical older brother in many ways - protective, warm, a shoulder to cry on, the standard to which they have been told to strive for all their lives (though he abhors this, always ready to tell his siblings they should do what they wish to do, be who they wish to be instead of striving to follow in his footsteps). spouse. andromeda tonks (28) - the love of his life. he set his heart upon andromeda black the moment he met her - and never let it be said that he is easily dissuaded from anything, because the intervening years between then and now were fraught with danger. he proposed to her a mere year after their graduation - and this was the breaking point, the moment when all the secrets would come to light. he has never felt such relief in his life as he did the day she came back to him - chose him - over her family. they married that same year, in a small ceremony - as small as it could be, with his family present - and they brought nymphadora into their family three years later, and the rest, as they say, is history. children. nymphadora tonks (6) - the light of his life, to be certain, and the reason he has allowed himself to be dragged to the outskirts of the order of the phoenix. ted is a loving, dedicated father to his little girl - whom he suspects will be their only child despite the prodding from his mother to give her more grandchildren to spoil - and is often seen leaving work early to spend time with her. ted considers himself a peaceful man, but he knows he would commit atrocities if anything ever happened to his and dromeda's dora. pets. great horned owl named holmes. a three quarter kneazle - cat companion for dora named jinx.

[ofxsorcery]

Full Name - Cressida Helena Malfoy

Name Origin - Originated from Chryses. Greek for 'Golden'.

Nicknames - Cress, Cressy by select people (she's annoyed by it), Little Malfoy

Age - 27

Birthday - November 11th 1951

Gender & Pronouns - Cis female, she/her pronouns

Sexuality - Bisexual

Relationship Status - Engaged to Tiberius McLaggen

Patronus - Swan

Boggart - A dead image of her brother and of Tib

Wand

Occupation - Socialite

Affiliation - Neutral

Face Claim - Sydney Sweeney

Key Information / Bio

No one would think that Cressida is only a few minutes older than her twin brother as he towers over her and she's affectionately called 'Little Malfoy' by many.

From young on, the Malfoy knew what was to be expected in life; look pretty and become a mother. And she was okay with that. She would love to be a mother in the future but the fact that her parents would decide who she would marry and who would become the father of her children, was something she did not like.

Cressida knew from very early on that she did not believe in the Pureblood world they lived in. She does not feel comfortable at all. She doesn't want to pick a side, which is why she is neutral in the war that is currently going on.

The secret of her believes someone that leans heavily on her. Her family - especially her twin brother - were the most important people in life but she could not believe in the same things as they did.

Over the years, Cressida had been in an on and off relationship with Tiberius McLaggen. From an early age on she knew that he was the one but he did not fit the rules her family saw for her for the future partner of their Pureblood daughter.

After the wedding of her brother, Cressida finally picked up her things and moved in with Tiberius, after he proposed to her. Despite the fact that it meant leaving her brother behind, she had to follow her heart. Right now Cressida is trying to find a way in her new reality.

[lucetalksalot]

Is that  LUCINDA TALKALOT  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  JANUARY 24TH  and are a  25  year old,  PUREBLOOD  who works as a  CHASER FOR PUDDLEMERE UNITED.  Some have said that they can be described as being  AMBITIOUS, CLEVER & DETERMINED,  however, they also see themselves as being INSECURE, COMPETITIVE & VULNERABLE.  Apparently, SHE  look(s) a lot like  MAIA MITCHELL,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  REMAIN NEUTRAL.

Full Name: Lucinda Allegra Talkalot

Name Origin: the name Lucinda means 'light'. Her parents struggled to come up with a name for their first born, and famously fought about a name for months. Her grandfather was the one to suggest 'Lucinda', and somehow, her parents agreed that it was the perfect name. She was given her mother's name as her middle name.

Nicknames: Luce, Lucie

Age: Twenty-Five

Birthday: January 24th

Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale & She/her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Patronus: Crow

Boggart: Lucinda's boggart takes on the form of her grandfather telling her how disappointed he is in her.

Wand Type: Hawthorn, Dragon Heartstring 12 1/2 inches, Semi Flexible

Occupation: Chaser for Puddlemere United

Affiliation: Neutral

Face Claim: Maia Mitchell

Biography

There had been a time when the Talkalot name held a lot of status among England’s Pureblood elite. They were not Sacred Twenty-Eight by any means, but Lucinda’s grandfather, Alistair Talkalot had done well. At twenty-three he used his family’s money to open up a lounge in Knockturn Alley called Deliciae, which offered an exclusive sort of membership among the Pureblood circles. It had a strict dress code and an even stricter entrance requirements. Business boomed, the money flooded in, and Alistair believed that the Talkalot name would become synonymous with the elite. His prediction held…for a time. He married and had his own family as was expected, but to his dying day, his one true love was the lounge he had created. He was a workaholic at his core, a terrible husband and father, but ironically, he would turn into a wonderful grandfather one day.

By the time Lucinda and her younger brother, Edmund, were born, Alistair fell ill, but he refused to let that stop him. Right after her sixth birthday, he passed, leaving Deliciae to Magnus, his only son. Even though Lucinda had been young when her grandfather died, she remembered spending many days with him at the lounge, imagining what it would be like to own it one day. Even though the lounge had been around for decades, Alistair was always looking for ways to improve it for his customers, and to make sure the business continued to boom. Lucinda had adored her grandfather, she had always felt like he actually listened to her, unlike her parents, and losing him had been devastating for the girl. It still was hard for her to fathom, all these years later. 

The death of Alistair Talkalot brought the ruin of the Talkalot family. Unlike Alistair Magnus and Allegra Talkalot didn’t have much of a work ethic. Content to just spend the Talkalot money without much thought to where it came from and the running of Deliciae, Magnus hired someone to oversee the lounge so he could spend his time with his beautiful wife vacationing and gambling. Within a few years it became evident that Magnus’s business overseer had played them and drove Deliciae into the ground. It was no longer the place to be, and Deliciae ultimately closed down. Between Magnus’s gambling debts and the loss of the lounge, the Talkalot family was ruined. With no way to pay back his debts, which were massive by that point, they had to sell their manor and move into a townhouse when Lucinda was eight. Humiliated, Magnus turned to drinking, and Allegra refused to go out into public anymore.

Lucinda’s once happy childhood was over, and her Hogwarts letter couldn’t arrive fast enough. Arriving at Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin, where she had to keep her head high amongst the children who used to be her friends but had turned their backs on her when things had gotten bad at home. It was difficult for her, but Lucinda refused to let it bother her. She told herself that it was okay to be friendless if she had to be. 

Everything changed for her when she got her hands on a broomstick during her first flying lesson. She had always been a fan of Quidditch, though she had not gone to a match in years, but her mother had always insisted that flying broomsticks wasn’t for girls. Something changed when she got on that broomstick, and she was immediately in love with flying. She wanted nothing more than to do more of it, and even though first years weren’t allowed to join the team and couldn’t have a broomstick at school, she found ways around the rules by making friends with some of the players on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Some of the girls indulged her and let her fly in return for some chore or promise of a favor. Flying slowly brought her out of her shell, and she slowly started to work on her relationships with the other students in Slytherin as the years progressed. She made the Slytherin team her fifth year as a chaser, and the rest was history so to speak. Lucinda made captain in her final year at Hogwarts, and it was one of the proudest moments of her life. 

Lucinda was approached by a scout from Puddlemere United’s reserve team during her final year at school, and she signed the contract without much thought. It wasn’t a ton of money, but it was more than she had, and she was going to get to fly for a living. What more could she want? Lucinda graduated from Hogwarts and got to work, determined to make the main team by the time she turned twenty-two. It was going to be hard work, but she was dedicated and she wasn’t going to let herself down. During those years, Lucinda neglected her social life and her family, wanting nothing more than to make the team. She told herself over and over again that it would be worth it once she was a chaser for Puddlemere. Her dream came true shortly before her twenty-first birthday, almost a year in advance. From the moment she signed on with the main team, her mother started coming to her for money. Somehow, Lucinda started to fund her family, something that she was proud to do at first, but lately…she’s started to wonder if that was a mistake. But it made her mother happy, and her father seemed less angry with some income coming in, so she didn’t feel like she had another choice. 

It’s been a few years on the team, and Lucinda couldn’t be happier. She’s being paid to play her favorite game in the world, and she gets to fly every single day. What’s more to need? But lately she’s been feeling restless. Maybe it’s the talk of war, or a desire for something more than just Quidditch, but it’s a new feeling and she’s not entirely sure what to make of it. 

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

laughter at tears, manipulation and deceit, kinky nights, eavesdropping, multitasking, bloodied knuckles, voice as sweet as honey and fractured as shards of glass, leaving a trail of broken hearts, confidence that could kill, going off the handle, tight leather, never sleeping.

DETAILS.

name: rodolphus xander lestrange. nicknames: rod. dob: december 24th.  age: thirty-one. gender: cis male. pronouns: he + him.  orientation: heterosexual. 

height: 5’ 10” eye color: piercing blue.  hair color: brown black.  distinguishing features: dark mark on right arm. wears large expensive rings. occupation: unspeakable / thought chamber.

WIZARD FUN.

blood status: pureblood. affiliation: death eater.  house: slytherin.  animagus? none. wand:

length: 12" flexibility: unyielding.

wood: cedar;; found its perfect home where there were perspicacity and perception. garrick ollivander believed that whenever he met one who carried a cedar wand, he found strength of character and unusual loyalty. the witch or wizard who was well-matched with cedar carried the potential to be a frightening adversary, especially if harm was done to those they were fond of, which often came as a shock to those who had thoughtlessly challenged them.

core: dragonheart string;; produced the most powerful and flamboyant magic and learned spells faster and easier, however they were more prone to accidents. they were the most likely to change loyalty, but would always bond strongly with its current owner. It was also the easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it would not turn on its owni

BIO.

from the time rodolphus was born, it was clear that he was the future man of the house. there would be no mistake that their first son would be anything but and corvus took him under his wing immediately, leaving clarisse to her own sensibilities and darkness. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love, though the loyalty a husband and wife could share would be advantageous. corvus would even go so far as to teach his true son that love only gets in the way of one’s purpose in life but loyalty could move mountains. this left rodolphus with a cold heart and large ambitions. he was his father’s puppet being molded into what a lestrange should be and always was. rodolphus took to it like a fish out of water. he became so self-involved and focused that he became so prideful there was no way of being humble was in his cards. the only love he felt was toward himself, part of the prestigious lestrange family and the sacred twenty-eight that spanned more time than other families only dared dream.

when departing for hogwarts, rodolphus’ mature demeanor was already much more put together that he refused to be seen with anyone beneath his stature. at eleven he already knew of the dark lord and that his life would be devoted to him. school was merely a way to aid in how to do so. not to mention, a requirement. if corvus and rodolphus had it their way, the two would be even more disgustingly paired at the hip; rodolphus would learn from his father. nonetheless that was not an option. but being sorted into slytherin house and excelling in all his classes, rodolphus was a force to be reckoned with. known throughout the entire castle, rodolphus clung to his notoriety, doing as he pleased; casting hexes on muggles as practice was his biggest pleasure. his charm and manipulation always worked in his defense. it helped that corvus had such a name in the wizarding community. messing with rodolphus would mean war against the lestrange family and no one could risk such a thing. causing chaos and confirming who was worthy to be at his side became a game. students either feared him or wanted to be him. sometimes both. rodolphus’ head grew larger and larger as the years passed.

after leaving hogwarts, rodolphus knew where he stood in society and drank it up like the lavish champagne he would pour down the drain. he had the money and power that made it impossible to not be accepted into the ministry. he aimed to become an unspeakable, leaving part of his life a secret only he could enjoy. the rest of his life was on display but behind the scenes in the thought chamber, rodolphus learned how the mind worked in a way no one ever could have. this was his chance to get yet another upper hand on those surrounding him. knowing it would increase his already dark abilities in dueling, potions and spells, it was only a matter of time before he learned to get inside the minds of society, whether it be the upper echelon or rotten scoundrels that deserved to live in the muck. legilimens was his aim, and a legilimens he became. then occlumancy. and occlumancy soon followed.

while he was taught by corvus that marriage was a contract, it was decided that he would have a betrothed. luckily for rodolphus his would be bellatrix black. she was a strong, unyielding, loyal person -- quite similar to his mother but to the nth degree. not only was she a dark being, she was also dedicated to the cause as much as he. rodolphus couldn't have asked for a better match.

as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched the world unfold with a smile on his face, ever so perceptive with the dark mark beneath the dark sleeves he was forever seen in. the mark pumped through his veins like a heartbeat. if there was anyone dedicated to the dark lord, it was he. when he was called upon he did the lord’s bidding on a whim, not thinking twice. the tasks he was given gave him pure adrenaline, only deepening his love for the wicked and cleansing the world of the unworthy.

rodolphus lestrange presented a strong face, keen mind and mystery to the world that could frighten anyone without his trying. what they didn’t know was the depths of his cruelty, his killings, his torture and, most of all, his lust for it.

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[adelaideburke]

Is that ADELAIDE BURKE stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on 13 JANUARY and are a 33 year old, PUREBLOOD who works as a SOCIALITE/PHILANTHROPIST & OWNER OF BORGIN AND BURKES. Some have said that they can be described as being METHODICAL, AMBITIOUS, & CHARISMATIC, however, they also see themselves as being MANIPULATIVE, VINDICTIVE, & CONTROLLING. Apparently, SHE look(s) a lot like MARGOT ROBBIE, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Adelaide Rosalind Olivia Burke NICKNAME: Adele, Addie, Rai GENDER: Cisfemale SEXUALITY: Bisexual, biromantic DATE OF BIRTH: 13 January AGE: 33 OCCUPATION: Socialite/Philanthropist & co-owner of Borgin and Burke's BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood LOYALTY: The Death Eaters SCHOOL: Durmstrang WAND TYPE: 10", Cedar, dragon heartstring  PATRONUS: Unable to cast BOGGART: Failure AMORTENTIA: The smell of smoke, mulled wine, freshly ground coffee beans, & her perfume which has distinct notes of lemon, mandarin, & orange

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Margot Robbie NOTABLE FEATURES: Piercing blue eyes that are often described with the ability to look right through someone. She also wears the Burke family crest on a ring on her right hand BODY MODIFICATIONS: The Dark Mark. Her ears are pierced various times HEIGHT: 5'6 BUILD: Petite, stronger than she looks PINTEREST: here !! RELATIONS PARENTS: Arthur Burke (deceased), Irene Burke (deceased) SIBLINGS: n/a CHILDREN: n/a RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: Capricorn MBTI ALIGMENT: ESTP MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral evil CLASSICAL ELEMENT: Fire LOVE LANGUAGE: Acts of service POSITIVE TRAITS: Methodical, ambitious, & charismatic NEGATIVE TRAITS: Manipulative, methodical, & controlling

BIOGRAPHY

Adelaide was born to wealthy, pureblood parents. Her father, a former acolyte and pureblood, fed her his beliefs from a very young age. Her mother died when she was very young and her father was quick to hand her off to whatever nanny he could. She wasn’t the heir that he wanted; she was of no use to him. It was very obvious to Adelaide early in life that she was being groomed to be married off when she was old enough. She’d never be good enough to carry on the Burke name herself. This only began to sow the seeds of distrust towards her father. When she was shipped off to Durmstrang for school, it wasn’t long before her father sent her a letter with the details of a pending betrothal. Adelaide vehemently refused. She didn’t need to wed someone to prove her self-worth. She could prove herself without a husband. Her father didn’t process this information well. He continued to send messages of impending betrothals and Adelaide laughed off each and every one. Instead, she focused on her studies, learning about the Dark Arts and specializing in Legilimency. Her teachers found that she had a natural knack for it. Adelaide graduated from Durmstrang and went home to the family manor where she was met with her father. He insisted that she wed one last time before he was met with an unfortunate fate. A freak accident. With her father dead, Adelaide was the last of their line to carry on their name. The family fortune went to Adelaide, along with the manor and the co-ownership of Borgin and Burke's. Without her father harping in her ear about finding a husband, she was free to do what she wanted. She is not interested in finding love. She has a handful of lovers, but she gets rid of each one the moment something stronger than sexual desire comes into the picture. She does not need a distraction, only something to relieve her tension. She often uses the art of Legilimency and her appearance to get what she wants. She’s not against playing dirty. With the manor and the family fortune at her hands, Adelaide sought out the Death Eaters, making it clear that she wanted to be a part of them. With her skills and her lineage, Adelaide was welcomed with open arms and she’s excited for the future.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

cat & mouse, something toxic and full of angst (inspo: here & here & here.) borgin - the other owner of borgin & burke's exes (flings mostly) friends society friends (people she has befriended only because of their status) rivals proteges (people she has trained or taken under her wing)

[magicmarked]

✧ a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort

— gillian flynn, sharp objects

Is that DAPHNE AVERY stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on AUGUST 9TH and are a 24 year old, PUREBLOOD who works as a INTERN at the INTERNATIONAL CONFEDERATION OF WIZARDS. Some have said that they can be described as being TENACIOUS, POISED & ERUDITE, however, they also see themselves as being DISINGENUOUS, SELF-INDULGENT & DESENSITIZED. Apparently, SHE look(s) a lot like DAVIKA HOORNE, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS (PUBLICALLY NEUTRAL).

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤBASICSㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

FULL NAME : Daphne Lucretia Thidarat Avery.

NICKNAMES : Daph.

AGE : Twenty-four.

BIRTHDAY : August 9th.

GENDER & PRONOUNS : Cis woman, she/her/hers.

SEXUALITY : Bisexual, biromantic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single.

AFFILIATION : The Death Eaters (publically presents as neutral).

FACECLAIM : Davika Hoorne.

OCCUPATION : Law student, socialite & intern at the International Confederation of Wizards ( United Kingdom envoy ).

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤPERSONALITYㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

POSITIVES : Tenacious, poised, erudite, charismatic, observant.

NEUTRALS : Analytical, ambitious, detail-oriented, resourceful, calculating.

NEGATIVES : Disingenuous, self-indulgent, desensitized, spoiled, paranoid.

MORAL ALIGNMENT : Lawful neutral.

WESTERN ZODIAC : Leo sun, Capricorn moon, Gemini rising.

HEAVENLY VIRTUE : Diligence.

DEADLY SIN : Pride.

TAROT CARD : The Chariot ( reversed ).

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤFAMILYㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

FATHER : Horatius Avery ( Avery conglomerate head, political powerbroker ).

MOTHER : Pimchanok Avery ( deceased ).

SIBLINGS : Achilles Avery ( deceased ), Sybella Avery ( deceased ), Caius Avery ( disowned ).

CHILDREN : N/A.

PET(S) : A cat named Iago.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤMAGICAL PROFILEㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

HOGWARTS HOUSE : Slytherin.

ABILITIES : Skilled Occlumens.

WAND : Elm wood, veela hair core, 11", rigid.

PATRONUS : Occamy.

ASSOCIATED MEMORY : A distant memory of when Daphne was eight, on a setee in her chambers, with her mother gently brushing her hair while humming the childhood lullaby she sang for all the Avery children. The memories of scent of her perfume and pure and utter comfort of it never fail to make her smile

AMORTENTIA : Daphne smells the floral but earthy scent of walking through a lavender field most powerfully, with undertones of the dusty, parchment-like scent that comes from opening ancient tomes, and a light hint of methol.

REVERSE AMORTENTIA : When thinking of Daphne, burnt cherries is the most powerful scent that comes up first, but underneath lingers the scent of firewhiskey, freshly washed bedsheets, and a light hint of vanilla.

BOGGART : A wall of family portraits, all depicting gruesome mutilations or murder scenes, but still featuring the members of her family itself.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤBACKGROUNDㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

[ trigger warnings for : violence, murder, child abuse ]

Daphne was the youngest of the Avery siblings — and has since realized that has been her saving grace. The Avery estate has it's own mausoleum, to preserve the family history, and in her twenty-four years, she has seen three of it's tombs filled with the bodies of her mother, brother, and sister. And while society grieved with the Avery family for the blood curse that had struck all three of them down, Daphne quietly withdrew into herself — she knew the only curse that had touched them had come from her fathers' wand.

There is a certain amount of delusion necessary to survive in the Avery family, as well as a healthy dose of paranoia. Disappointing Father enacted a heavy price toll — but Daphne was lucky enough to have seen the mistakes made by her siblings, first. Once she was old enough to be paid attention to, she had already taught herself the steps necessary in the dance that her family had painstakingly learned. She would be perfect — and Father would love her.

She was ten, the first time she felt the burn of a Crucio on her skin. She had lasted longer than most of her siblings, and perhaps in that, became too overconfident. When her mother passed away that year, the occurrences became more frequent. The shield was gone — and Horatius Avery had free reign to turn his children into the clever vipers he desired, by any means necessary. Sybella comforted her about mother's death one night, and it was the first time she learned that her siblings were in conspiracy — murmurs of "he did it" first reaching her ears. And just before she left for Hogwarts, Sybella joined her mother in the family tomb.

Daphne knew not to disappoint father, so she would excel in Slytherin, just like her siblings. With a sharp mind and withering glare already taught to her, she managed to climb into the role her father wanted for his children to fill — but cruelty did not come with ease, or enjoyment for that matter. However, the first skill Avery children learned was deception, and Daphne practiced it exceptionally well. A nonchalant, wealthy, spoiled brat — nothing mattered ( everything mattered ), always down for a good time ( debauchery numbed the fear ), and with a shallow demeanor ( faked so no one ever expected her to truly participate in the violence of her pureblood peers ).

It was in her fifth year, just before winter break, that Achilles died. When Daphne came home from school, she found Caius in a fit of rage — confessing everything to her. Achilles wanted to leave, filled with anger over the deaths of Sybella and their mother. When Father found out, his rage was earth-shattering. Achilles the heir, dead at twenty-six. Daphne turned even further into a shell of herself, animated and extravagant on the outside, but terrified on the inside. When Caius showed up in her room at night, saying he was leaving — that she could come with, she was paralyzed with only one thought: I don't want to die. Caius left, unable to get her to move. She doesn't know where he is, but father publically disowned him for marrying a Muggle — so she hoped that meant he was alive.

There was only one Avery left, and all her father's attention was on her. It seemed there was a realization in Horatius at that — he was getting older, and there was no guarantee that he would be around long enough for a new wife and child to be raised in his exacting demands. Daphne was the last option — and it meant that as long as she met his biggest demands, she would have more freedom than her siblings. After so many years, Daphne was already conditioned to please — but having that extra attention, the freedom, it was enough to twist into her mind. This was good — she did good, she proved herself worthy.

A brimming career in the International Confederation of Wizards, the only heir to the Avery legacy, a father that loved her ( again, delusion is necessary for Daphne to survive ), and an unmarked position in the Death Eaters — influencing international policy to their advantage. Daphne has created palaces in her mind, grand and imposing, where her ambition has succeeded and she has become everything she has ever wanted. The dark history and blood on the floors has been carefully hidden, and the graveyards no longer have their dirt disturbed — for now.

TLDR : The Avery family is a fucked up wealthy pureblood family. Daphne's father murdered her mother and two of her siblings after years of abuse because he demands unachievable perfection. Her second brother ran away and got disowned, making her the only Avery left — leading to her father having to learn to compromise to keep the one child he has left and not destroy the family legacy. Daphne has compartmentalized and lives in delusion, pretending everything is great and she is living the best possible life.