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January MC of the Month: Nora Rose

Please welcome January 2024's MC of the Month! Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month’s MC of the month is…

@inlocusmads's Nora Rose

More below...

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

The thing I like the best about Nora is how she has a killswitch alternative to any plan she comes up with. Even if it is something as simple as coming up with dinner options. She has this interesting perceptive ability that's akin to playing 4D chess, but at the same time, she has elevator music running in her head.

At the same time, she's sometimes terribly wrong and isn't afraid to acknowledge that. The things she's able to do today - from keeping a level head and a calm composure in the hardest of situations come from her childhood where things were hard, and she had to grow up quite quickly. A lot of times, she'd have to think on her feet, run through options, remember new stuff, and be able to work with her constraints, not just pertinent to her job but in her adulthood as a whole. Her capacity to be able to stand up on her own feet came from so many instances where she couldn't even get off the floor or look straight ahead. 

Nora's also a slow learner but an avid one nonetheless. She was kicked out of so many schools when she was young, mostly because of her not being able to focus properly or standing up to her bullies (something the school calls ‘stirring trouble up’), and it kind of stunted the faith she had in herself. She had to build up an open mind to be able to differentiate between what is good and bad for her. She had to learn how to carve out her own path, despite dealing with so much grief she could never move on from. All of these things stuck to her when she grew up, which made her more aware and sponge-like to gather the mental ammunition needed to face all kinds of problems. 

Nora's far from what she pictured herself to be as a kid, but she's kind of bittersweet about making it this far. Optimistic that if she just doesn't think too much about stuff, the space and time around her would heal even the bloodiest of wounds, but also disappointed she can't deal with things more openly and faster, like in a brawling match. But I'm happy for her, given the circumstances she was in. Nora's always had this ability to chew her way out of things - by hook or by crook. If she can't decode a lock, she'd just give it a slight nudge. If the nudge doesn't work, she'll just straight-up shoot at it and deal with the fallout later. Her main motto is to “just keep going”. 

Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I'd say I took a lot from my experiences growing up and gave them to Nora - dealing with people at school, understanding where she truly “belongs” (before she realized that was a load of bull and she should just stop tunnel-visioning a perfect outcome and instead think about laying down a different road to her path). Nora and I share this trait where we can't sit still, but if something's up, we'd spend hours at the same place, even if it involves doing absolutely nothing. Plus, it takes both of us ages to respond to a message. Nora more than me, for sure, and half the time, she's just bored of the routine email chore (not a good sign in her line of work, but she manages.)

That's where the similarities stop haha.

She's a tough person. She throws a good punch, having undergone a lot of physical training to qualify for her NYPD officer job and more recently, for her private eye job (Mafalda had some strict requirements). She's also a great problem-solver as aforementioned. Besides the usual differences in physicality and all, she doesn't get startled easily - as in, the world could possibly end tomorrow and she'd still be at her desk, responding to a two-year old email. Her self-assurance at that instant (not anytime or anywhere else) but at that very instant is so strong, it is honestly remarkable. 

Nora also enjoys doing things on her own. Whether it be making dinner from scratch, down to the bread-baking, deducing information (without relying on scraping the bowels of the internet) or stitching her clothes if they don't fit her. It was one of the only lessons her mother taught her before she passed. Which is also the reason why she doesn't like frozen food. More on that later. 

What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Vengeance. 

Just kidding. 

It is actually vengeance. I don't know how else to put it. 

Nora's been wronged by a lot of people in her life. From losing her mother because the hospital in charge neglected her to losing her father also because her co-workers neglected him, she went through pretty much the same neglect-arc in school and college. She was always dismissed as a “traumatized kid” half the time and the other half the time, people didn't listen to her when she'd say, for example, report a bully for what they did or critique a faculty member for showing their bias. It resulted in a lot of things that went wrong in her life - from not having a good support system to being an actual orphan when she was barely thirteen. 

This kind of manifested in horrible ways when she was a kid. She suffered from a lot of anger issues and would immediately resort to physical violence if she were confronted. It isn't fair to blame her either, because she was so helpless. She'd wanted someone, just anyone to listen to her - to be there for her. This desire to help her child-self developed well into adulthood. Nora began building back the stability she never had. She's still doing it. She allows herself optimism even when she doesn't believe in anything. She puts her faith in the arbitrary workings of the universe so there's less burden to carry on her shoulders. Even though the things she tells herself aren't all perfect, they would be something her younger self would have appreciated so much. 

Taking revenge for the child in her to rest easy, for the teenage girl in her to find joys in stupid things such as trashy television shows and emo music and for her to be at peace in her own skin without wanting to explode every five minutes has always been her plan ever since she grew up. That and simply because she uses it to feel more proud of what she does. When something isn't getting anywhere, she's like “Yeah well, f it, we'll get it done. A setback ain't shit.” It was always about the “we”. 

Nora is also driven by the motivation to finish something as fast as possible. Everything is like cross-country running to her because she relishes in the satisfaction of getting a chunk of time just to herself right after getting something done. Which means she's either very good at jumping through hoops or crashes and burns. If something takes longer than her intended expectations, she'll drop it in an instant or table it until she gets her motivation back to finish it. It resulted in a lot of half-completed, archived projects but a few she's proud of, including having made her own quilts and bedsheets for the winter. 

This mentality is something she can never get rid of. At school, she was either the best player on her soccer team or the absolute worst. (Hey, at least there's no in-between to her.)

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

She hates frozen food with a burning passion. Being from a Chinese household, her parents, in the few good years they had with her - taught her the importance of a home-cooked meal or just any cooked meal. Nora, being the impressionable naive child she was, caught onto it and developed this visceral hatred for frozen anything. While she digs the convenience, she isn't a fan of how it tastes either - apart from her family values. This seeps into how Nora sees everything. She's the weird survivalist aunt with a shotgun in her closet because her personal goal is to make everything she consumes. From food, down to the clothes she wears or the curtains in her window, everything has to have had her work and hours put into it. 

Nora is also not a fan of people who don't listen first and just yap, yap and yap. This is why she often got into “creative differences” with her co-workers in her precinct. This is also the reason why Mafalda gives Nora full control of the wheel when she isn't there at the Agency, because the fewer people yapping, the happier Nora is and the better she works. 

As for visceral dislikes, boy oh boy does she have a lot:

Starting strong with the NYPD because they suck, point blank, period. She also thinks there's a special place in hell for people who just assume a lot and can get away with baseless accusations. She can understand broken promises - after all, people move on sometimes, and it's hard to keep track of them, but she draws the line at a proper betrayal. Words don't matter much to her, but actions do. Nora also isn't a fan of people who jump to the easiest conclusion just because it's easy. She’s seen a lot in her life not to automatically red-flag them. It’s worse when it comes from authorities, y’know people you’re taught to trust.

Also, people who gate-keep their expertise. She’s come across so many pretentious people who’d rather let an important investigation hit a dead end than worry about spilling their “trade secrets.” Kind of a niche dislike, but if you’re running out of time and your only hope banks on a mystery novelist’s ability to describe what he saw and tell the truth like his characters would have done, you too would be frustrated if he’d rather drink his coffee when he knows he’s purposefully jeopardizing the investigation’s momentum. And that’s just one of her ‘good’ experiences. Nora loathes academia and wouldn’t touch it even with a six-foot pole.

If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Be blessed with a readable medical textbook so she could diagnose her mother earlier than her doctors ever can (and) get magical surgery skills to revive her dad after he got stabbed. 

She still regrets not being able to do anything because she was “just a kid”.Nora has learned to cope with it, knowing she can't do anything about it but she still has this itching feeling of what if things had turned out for the better. It's this heavy rock she's gonna have to deal with for sometime now. 

Nora has this tricky relationship with her heritage. She isn't a fan of how different she is compared to the rest of her family and how they'd ostracized her after her settling down far from home. She wants to be able to change that aspect but knows it is too late to repair the damage. If she could go back in time and “pick a side,” she wouldn't have to feel the FOMO.

This regret of hers, however, is attributed to her never feeling she belonged somewhere among her family. Someday, she'd have to find her own family, own circle of friends, and culture to build. Someday, she'll learn that she's as valid to celebrate her heritage as her Aunt Mei or Uncle Tommy. That there aren't true extremes to anything there's no “one way” to be something, but until then, she's going to angrily sew back some loose stitches and groan about not being able to speak Cantonese as fluently as her relatives or being a “true” New Yorker. 

Also maybe her hair. (Also it is so hard to draw her hair consistently.) Sometimes it gets in the way. And maybe fix her eyesight without needing contacts or glasses. Automatically give herself 20/20 vision whenever needed and blur her eyes out when she doesn't want to.

What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

It's hard to pick one song, because Nora listens to anything and doesn't really have a music ‘taste’ as long as the song she's listening to has some spunk to it. Something she relates to would be I Talk To The Wind by King Crimson. Combined with the slow pace and the lyrics that basically put her life as a picture, it's a bop.

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?  (It can be why you created them, how they’ve inspired you, or you could write a little blurb as if it is coming from your OC - an acceptance speech. :) )

I've struggled a lot with naming characters before but Nora's was the only time I knew her name wayyy before I could give her a personality. I was like “yep she's Nora, she's definitely one, yep.” and somehow I didn't anticipate how much she'd like, write herself and the story just writing itself. It literally popped into my head as outlandish as it may seem. And somehow that process worked because I don't ever run out of new headcanons to add.

Nora's also the first character I've created a 100k-worded introduction for (which will never see the light of day and is chucked into my files). I honestly expected her to just be fleeting. I'd make up something about her character, and I'd leave it at that, but nope. 

She's the most organized person in the universe. Her clothes never had a chance to get folded since 1999. She is so methodic and yet will pull off stupid shit like kickboxing a door because she doesn't want to open it. Nora is the character to every character but she stops charactering if she's in front of any screen with something playing on it. She can calculate the angle she needs to throw something so it can hit something, but she fails at basic math at the checkout line. She's masterful at cooking up a storm in the kitchen but enters her flop era when she forgets to take her stuff from the oven when the timer beeps.

Honestly, Nora was such a good lesson in writing as well because people are not always black-and-white. Sometimes, their strengths are their weaknesses. Sometimes the things they are chasing after work against their benefit. Maybe their opinions are skewed after all, even though the narrative conditions into believing that they're the Hero character. They should be allowed to be terribly piss-pathetic poor at something before learning to solve the problem, and sometimes it's okay if they're just bad at something if they can improv a way forward.

Plus, she's cool and stuff. Sometimes. 

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Hello! I saw that you reblogged the "I wish you would write a fic where..." post, and I have two ideas for the Running From My Destiny verse that might make neat scenes. The first I can't really make a summary for since it's such a general idea, but I'd really like to see a Quirrellmort POV. For the second one:

Malfada Prewett meets the Weasleys. This... does not go as well as her parents thought it would, even if they didn't have particularly high hopes.

OR

Malfada absolutely does not get along with her cousins; she loves them anyways, though.

I hope the prompt(s) is(are?) fun! It's cool that you're doing this; it seems like it'd be an interesting experience. Have a nice night! :)

Thanks so much for the prompts! They were both very cool ideas! Hope you have a nice morning/afternoon/night as well!

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(spark)

Quirinus Quirrell surveyed his classroom, then glanced down at his attendance sheet, running a shaking finger down his list of names.

“P-Parkinson, P-Pansy?”

“Here, Professor.”

“P-Patil, P-P-Parvati?”

He’d always been ashamed of his stutter. There wasn’t a time he remembered not feeling afraid of his own voice. He expected peers, now students, to laugh at him and make him feel smaller and smaller, until he was annhilated.

“Here, sir.”

He pushed his reading glasses up his nose and focused on the next name.

His heartbeat stuttered in his ears. Something seemed to click. To focus. And when he spoke, his voice was as composed and steady as he’d always dreamed.

“Potter, Harry.”

“Present, sir.”

He could not help but look up at the speaker. But it wasn’t as if he was one looking. Rather, someone or something else had nudged their way to the front of his brain, gazing at the small first-year in the second row, scrawny, bespectacled and overall unremarkable, except for the round-rimmed glasses and bright green eyes that seemed to stir some distant memory, as if he had seen them both on another person.

Dead. And yet he felt more alive than ever.

He shuddered, and moved on, taking note of the remaining few Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

(ember)

It had been mere days since Quirinus had returned to the school; mere weeks since Voldemort’s disembodied spirit promised him everything he’d ever dreamed of.

No longer would he be the bullied, cowed Professor of Muggle Studies.

No longer would he be an afterthought.

There is no good and evil, only power, he reminded himself. Whether he vanquished Voldemort or brought him back to life, he would be great. And that was all that mattered.

And so, he had found himself standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, performing spells that he did not understand (but the other, strange new part of him did) and renewing the runes drawn around an ancient bloodstain.

But now, he was sitting in his office. And that green-eyed, unremarkable boy was sitting across from him (though the part of him that was Voldemort whispered, Quirinus, he is the one).

“Do you think I should be worried at all about the shadows?"

Harry Potter’s voice seemed to be coming through several miles of water. For his part, Quirinus felt frozen, and yet, more clever and powerful and strong than he ever had. His limbs had new life, every square centimetre of his being thrummed with magic, and he felt a strange, vast understanding of everything around him; even the boy’s mind.

"You were right to come to me, Harry Potter.” And there came the new, clear voice again, but it faded quickly. “If you are at all interested in learning to... control... to develop... your power, I may just be able to point you in the right d-d-direction."

(flame)

Halfway through the Quidditch match, something strange had come over Quirinus. That same terrible focus and perhaps not-so-mysterious power.

And every nerve in his body sang with the same fierce joy: Kill him, kill him, kill him! They’ll never trace it to you! Dumbledore is not here to see! KILL HIM!

Quirinus had not taken even a single year of Ancient Runes while he was at Hogwarts, and his affinity for the Dark Arts had always been weak. But now, he sat quite calmly in the professors’ box, muttering an Ogham chant and tainting the air with foul magic.

He saw what the others could not; Harry Potter was being consumed by his own shadows. The boy reached for his broom, hanging on with the last of his material form. His eyes were glassy and empty, and everything in Quirinus sung with the triumphant knowledge that his strange enemy was close to death. The Reaper was coming.

The two Weasley boys circled around him, trying to save him (foolish children, none can save him from Lord Death himself!).

It was the girl that snapped him out of his focus; she threw herself into the box like a wildcat let loose and despite the protests of the professors around him.

But it mattered not. Her precious brother was fast losing his grip, and soon the great Boy-Who-Lived would be nothing but a stain on the grass below; a tragic accident—

“INCENDIO!I”

The box crackled with flame, and the thing inside Quirinus howled in anger; yes, she should not know that, but fire would save the boy, sap the shadows.

Even as Snape shouted at her, it was her victory, not his, because Harry Potter had pulled himself back on the broom to safety.

How hard is it to kill an eleven-year-old child already cursed by a parasitic monster? You are just as much of a failure as they say you are!

And yet, thought Quirinus, he did not know if it was the thing, or himself howling in fury at his inability to kill the boy.

(ashes)

He did not like her. He did not like either of the Potter children at all.

Perhaps he liked Harry Potter sometimes, when he delved into his mind and forced the Obscurus to manifest, savoured his terror and the fear-filled memories of his Muggle relatives. When he entertained the idea of using him as a weapon against Dumbledore, now that he had shielded the boy from Legilimency from anyone but him and instilled within him a fear of his Headmaster.

Perhaps he liked Harry Potter when the Dark magic had burned out, and he lay helpless on the floor of Quirrell’s office.

Quirinus found that he liked to toy with the child; make him feel as helpless and utterly annihilated as he once had felt.

After all, he would one day kill Harry Potter. He would make the life bleed out of those green eyes and watch them go still and glassy (like his mother’s, he remembered now), someday soon.

Even as he Obliviated the second child who dared to intercept his search for the Stone, Quirinus knew the end was dawning.

With shaking hands, he lifted the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled death. The weak, prim Quirinus who would have balked at the very idea of polluting his body with such a thing was no longer important to him. After all, what was nicotine and tar and his disgust at the idea of a smoking habit when the spirit of the Dark Lord lived within him?

No. He had been chosen for greater things.

Tonight was the night the end begun.

Quirinus signed the bottom of his letter of resignation, put out the cigarette, and placed in it his brand-new ashtray.

And yet, he cried.

“I have given you my all, My Lord,” he said, and his voice, his own voice was steady. “And now I am nothing.”

𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚝𝚝/𝚃𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝚄𝚙 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕

August, 1986

“Just give it a chance, will you?” asked her dad, taking her luggage out the boot. “You won’t know you hate it until you try it.”

Everyone seemed to be giving her the same stupid advice today. When they stopped to get petrol during the drive from London, some weirdo in the petrol station had told her “Cheer up love, it might not happen!” She had responded by sticking her tongue out at them.

Mafalda frowned, crossed her arms, and leaned against the car.

“I don’t see why I can’t go to Roedean.”

“Well, you’re a witch, Mafalda.” He wiped his forehead and frowned. “Bloody hot, isn’t it?”

Witch. She hated the word already. Yeah, some of the girls at school were into Ouija boards and palm-reading and whatnot, but Mafalda didn’t go in for all of that nonsense.

The kind of nonsense that got Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon killed.

“And what do they call you and Mum again?”

Her dad sighed. “Squibs.”

“Yes, Dad! It’s not very nice, is it?”

She glared at the house as if it had personally offended her. It was tall, maybe four or five stories and so crooked that there was no way it hadn’t fallen down by now. A couple of brown chickens hobbled around the yard.

And in here lived the people who had sent her father off to Muggle boarding school, as far away from them as they could possibly manage, as soon as they could.

As her dad strode towards the door, Mafalda followed, kicking a rusty cauldron as she went by.

Before Mafalda could make her great escape, her dad knocked on the door and a plump, short, red-headed someone opened it almost immediately.

“Alfred?” she asked in a squeaky, shocked voice. Then, she glanced furtively behind her as if to check that no one was listening. “Alfred, what are you doing here?”

Her dad frowned, fanned himself with the collar of his shirt, and beckoned her closer so that the rude woman could look her up and down.

“Come on, Mals,” he whispered. “In for a penny, in for a pound, eh?”

Yeah, her hair probably looked a mess and the dress Mum had forced her to wear was all creased, but Mafalda didn’t think she would look particularly nice if she’d just spent three and a half hours in a stinky, sweaty car.

“Well,” said her dad, “this is your niece, Molly, and she’s a witch just like you. Got her Hogwarts letter last week and everything; Professor McGonagall said we should come over and see you. Of course, her mum and I know next to nothing about the wizarding world and Mals just barely remembers your brothers—“

Mafalda couldn’t help herself.

“You’re my aunt? Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon’s sister? Why’d you never come to see me?”

The woman — Aunt Molly — went red in the face.

“Come in, Mafalda,” she said tiredly. And at her father’s hard look, she added: “Come on then. Both of you. In.”

Once they were inside the cramped, cluttered kitchen, she was introduced to her cousins. Mafalda kind of tuned out for most of it because most of them were younger than her, bloody annoyingly loud, and she wasn’t the World’s Biggest Fan of small children, but she did pay attention to Charlie (thirteen and Gryffindor Seeker) and Bill (fifteen and a Prefect of Gryffindor House). The youngest boy was crying his eyes out because someone turned his teddy bear into a giant spider, but Aunt Molly didn’t seem to care. A ugly-looking sweater was knitting itself on the sofa.

While she obviously knew what a Prefect was, Mafalda had no idea what a Seeker was or why everyone was making such a big deal over Gryffindor or more to the point what Gryffindor even was!

“Who’s that, Mummy?” asked the youngest, a little girl with hair the same violent red as Mafalda’s.

“Your cousin, dear,” said Aunt Molly tiredly. “She’s just come to meet us, her father’s a Squib you see—“

The little girl screwed her face up.

“I don’t wanna Squib cousin!” she yelled.

Despite herself, Mafalda flinched, and her dad did, too.

“Don’t worry, dear. She’s a witch, just like you.”

As if that made it any better.

“I don’t wanna,” the girl repeated, glowering at Mafalda.

“Look,” said Mafalda harshly. “We’ll just leave, get our Squib selves out of your way and on the three-and-a-half-hour drive back to London. Thanks for nothing.”

“You didn’t call, Alfred,” said Aunt Molly.

Her dad pinched the bridge of his nose, looking frustrated.

“There’s no way to contact you, Molly. No phone, and you don’t get our kind of mail. Where am I going to get my hands on a trained owl?”

“She can sleep with Ginny,” said Aunt Molly, nodding towards the little girl.

Mafalda gave Bill, who seemed like the most sensible one of the bunch, a look that clearly said, I am not going to bloody sleep with that demon and that’s final.

“I can sleep with Charlie, Mum, and Mafalda can have my bed.”

Aunt Molly beamed. “What an angel,” she said. And to Mafalda. “Come, dear, let me take your trunk. We’ll all go shopping in Diagon Alley tomorrow, doesn’t that sound nice? Alfred, you wouldn’t mind—”

“—Not letting the world know you have a secret Squib cousin, you have nothing to fear, I’m well practiced, Molly.”

Charlie stood up. “Can I show her around the house, Mum?”

The youngest boy looked up, too.

“And can I have a piggy-back ride from her?”

“You’re too old, Ron!” said the snootiest-looking boy, who was sitting in the middle and had the least amount of dirt in his face.

“I’m not too old!” shrieked Ginny, waving her freckled arms. “I’m only five years old, Mum! I want a piggyback-ride!”

“When your dad gets home from work,” said Aunt Molly.

“You’ll get used to us,” Bill whispered.

I don’t have to like you, thought Mafalda.

“So are you coming?” asked Charlie. “We’ve got to de-gnome the garden. You should come too, Uncle Alfred.”

Dad said he’d come with them, but would rather watch. De-gnoming apparently seemed to involve spinning the tiny, screaming, spiteful little (animals? creatures?) until they shrieked with giddiness, then tossing them as far as you possibly could, which Mafalda was very good at, and Bill and Charlie were all too happy to cheer her on, even convincing her dad to join in, too.

"Don't mind Ginny," said Bill as he flung a particularly angry gnome over the hedge. "She doesn't know anything about anything. And it was wrong of Mum to push you away, but I hope we can be friends still, and that you'll come to Hogwarts with us."

Mafalda, despite herself, thought that was an entirely reasonable proposal.

Maybe she wasn’t going to hate the wizarding world.

It turned out that unfortunately for the sake of her sanity, Charlie loved to talk while he was working.

“Have you heard about Quidditch, Mafalda — oh, good one, Uncle Alfred! That must have gone like twenty yards! Did you know the Antipodean Opaleye has no pupils? What House are you going to be in?”

And yet, she found herself (ew) getting a bit fond of them already.

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   diagon alley   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @hubriistic​   !

“coffee delivery for mafalfa-” was how ginny decided to announce her arrival, though she really didn’t have to. the bell above the apothecary door gave an off tune sort of ding as she pushed it open with her foot, and would’ve had any good shopkeep moving to front of store even without the unnecessary call. it was quieter inside than it was in most of the stores along the alley. ginny hadn’t seen any customer go in - or come out - while she’d exchanged a few sickles for the two drinks clutched in both hands at the place across the way, and... in spite of herself, she had been keeping a rather close eye. she was always going in, but she hadn’t exactly worked out whether she was or wasn’t hoping to see a see a certain bleach blond when she did, as the barista had worked on two splotchy shamrocks.

if she weren’t living it, then she would’ve found how weird things had gotten thanks to a singular event really funny.

“you’re welcome. it’s of the irish nationality, i think,” or at least, the closest wixen equivalent to an ‘irish coffee’, made with firewhiskey rather than the muggle sort. she hadn’t been paying all that much attention. sliding one of the cups across to mafalda and taking her first sip of her own, ginny’s nose scrunched up almost involuntarily at the taste bitter coffee & unexpected spice created... though she did go back for seconds as she leaned more comfortably against the counter, so that was a good sign. "sucks that you’re stuck inside while the rest of us get to have fun. are you on your own?” that was a perfectly innocent, perfectly polite thing to ask. ginny tries very hard to sound utterly disinterested in whatever answer might come... though she was looking a little too intently around the place. 

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Mafalda always look for signs...

Charmies’s always look for signs...

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[eliottdemauries]

some lines, things and details i adored in cmbyn, part two:

marzia in that floral dress

elio’s double denim

the way elio says “why are you laughing” in french 

“i am such a pussey” 

“way over the top”

oliver sleeping in this clothes as he fell asleep waiting for elio

*hand through hair* “they are all so incredibly sensual”

elio rolling his eyes at the note

“i’ll try it on for oliver, if he thinks i look like a scarecrow in it i’m not wearing it” 

oliver scaring mafalda 

oliver’s poor attempt at speaking italian

elio’s little dance while squatting as the song he likes comes on the radio

elio’s cartwheel onto the mattress 

elio discreetly trying to fix his boner situation as isaac and mounir arrives

“papa, it’ll look like a put-up job. PAPA, IT’LL LOOK LIKE PUT-UP JOB”

“you’re too old not to accept people for who they are” 

isaac hugging mounir from behind as elio plays the piano

“i’m glad you came” 

oliver’s facial expression as elio glances over to him as they are sneaking though the hallway

oliver teasing elio by not kissing him after asking if he could

elio climbing oliver like a tree

oliver laughing at elio’s reaction to the door slamming shut

oliver’s hands on elio’s back, i mean plz

the thing elio does with his tongue as oliver is taking his pants off

elio moaning “oliver”

elio leaning for a kiss as oliver pulls away from the embrace right before the cmbyn part

the way they keep on switching between looking at each other’s lips and into each other’s eyes

the way elio grabs oliver’s chin before he kisses him

"you know mafalda always looks for signs” “she’s not going to find any”

ok this is only like half an hour of the movie but it’s getting way too long.. so part three?

[filmtrash]

The midnight scene, when Oliver sits on the bed, wiping come off his chest with his shirt. Elio says "Mafalda always looks for signs". What signs, why? Like, Mafalda's going to check sheets for evidence that they've fucked? Really? Why would she do this? Does Elio imply that Mafalda suspects something between them, or that she is paranoic and, like, suspects everyone to fuck around and spoil sheets all the time?

You know what I’ve never really given it much thought. Maybe looking for signs of anything in order to know they need to be washed? To be honest, nothing surprises me in that home. Malfada is like a second mother to Elio and perhaps that’s her way of checking he’s being safe or something? I don’t know how that makes sense but I’m not really sure. I think I didn’t even flinch at that because Elio telling his father he almost had sex with Marzia shocked me enough lol

[mafaldaknows]

Honestly, agree with Armie calling yall a brood of vipers. How quick are yall to throw him away when another man you deem more worthy, be it Troye or Jason Momoa or Hugh Grant, interacts with your saintly timmy. Having fans that only care about you when they can vicuariously live through you ther kinky fantasy about fucking your costar, no wonder he exploded and told that to the bulgarian weirdo.

We are not the ones in the everyone but armie train, you "charmies" are. If you can call yourselves charmie and not timothee shippers, that's the more accurate term.

Hello, Anon:

Are you lost again, darling?

When did I ever say anything about throwing Armie away?

BTW, The plural form of “y’all” is “all y’all”. “Y’all” is singular. If you’re attempting to disguise your identity by using a ubiquitous American Southern colloquialism, at least use it correctly:

“… agree with Armie calling ALL Y’ALL a brood of pit vipers.”

Your preteen pretzel logic has apparently drawn the erroneous conclusion that we have abandoned Armie Hammer, which is wholly contradictory to this specific fandom (obviously), and that anyone standing next to Timothée Chalamet in a photo or video that’s blogged or reblogged in this fandom space on tumblr automatically MUST means we “ship” them instead, even when there’s nothing written or even implied in the photo to indicate anything of the sort in the blog or reblog. Not in any of mine, anyway.

Taking delight in the magical alchemy that comes from excellent casting in a production is not at all the same thing as your implication of wanting Tim and any and all of his current co-stars to live out your specific kinky fantasies. That’s where YOUR mind wants to go, Anon. Not mine.

Armie is quietly rebuilding his life in peace and privacy after the trauma of a calculated character assassination over the course of the last three years, beginning shortly after the announcement of his ugly divorce from the perpetrator of that specific crime. He thankfully still exists, despite her best efforts, even if we don’t see him with the same frequency as we once did. Understandably, he is staying out of the spotlight to focus on the things that truly matter to him.

Tim is working hard right now to promote various projects so he’s automatically just that much more visible. He happens to be featured in some of these projects with fellow actors so he will naturally be associated in some way with them in the media. These promotional events are noteworthy to Tim’s fans so photos and press regarding these events get blogged and reblogged, and he may indeed be seen in close proximity to one of his co-stars in these photos. If your brain equates any of that with “shipping” Tim with his other co-stars, that’s on you.

For me, there is only one co-star with whom Tim has a deep connection worthy of my attention in this space. One.

However they choose to define that connection is up to them and none of my business. I’m just happy for them that they found each other.

Love is what brings us together in the Charmiesphere.

Love is love is love.

That’s it. That’s all.

Thanks for your comment. ✨💚🚢💙✨

[secondsofhappiness]

Oh my god I just saw it too and I can't I just can't. I am a lesbian and I saw so much of my first love in their love and I understand what you mean when you said it made you happy and sad at once. What were your favourite moments? I am so hyped up and can't sleep cause my brain is racing still

Oh goodness that’s like asking me which Austen heroine I love best. That so hard for me! The entire movie was so special and had so many wonderful scenes.

I am so pleased you enjoyed it. It is still on my mind and god does it make you question a ton and THINK and that’s the sign of a really unique movie that can have that impression on you.

I’ll put my favourite moments under the cut :)

1) Mr Perlans speechIn the book it ruined me, made my heart hurt and I just cried so much I could barely see the page. The movie is no exception. That speech is so beautiful and bittersweet and affecting. No matter which bit of the speech resonated with you, if Michael Stulbarg’s performance doesn’t move you then I don’t know what will. I was floored and god it hurt just as much as it did the first time. I’ll think about his words forever especially those about not allowing yourself to feel as it’s a waste.

2) My second favourite is a weird one because I wasn’t expecting it and as it happened I kind of gasped and immediately wanted to cry. It’s the last night before Olive leaves scene where Elio is sleeping and Oliver is watching him and you see snapshots in negative of what I presume is Elio’s dream (or that’s how I interpreted it) and it got to me. It was SUCH beautiful moment. My god.

3) The Nosebleed scene is a close third. Their chemistry and comfort and intimacy on screen is by far one of the best I have ever seen but I think it was PERFECT in this moment. Timothee nails every beat from almost growling his words to looking like he’s ready to completely swoon or cry and Oliver is so sweet with him and yet you can see he’s so overwhelmed himself. It was truly something else.

4) The fairytale scene. I mean, Elio spends half of the movie draped over adoring people as he’s so tactile and affectionate and just that little moment with his parents is so beautiful, his mama stroking his hair and dad being so open and supportive and their really close bond just laid out in front of you. It’s such an intimate and soft little moment about what a parental bond can be and it’s something I don’t think many will have experience of but it makes your heart ache it’s so lazy and loving and beautiful. Argh.

5) I kind of feel like Timmy’s physicality needs its own mention because he is utterly perfect. I mean, there is something so entirely unique in the way Elio and Oliver interact that really picks up on elements of the book ESPECIALLY during the “midnight” scene. Elio practically scale Oliver’s height, clinging and cuddling and being so playful and surprisingly in control (which was exactly how I imagined it in the book) was nothing short of god damn revolutionary haha. Elio does it all the time too: the biting Oliver’s shoulder, playfully punching his back, trailing their hands together. Not to mention how full of life and cheekiness and confidence Elio is with his dancing everywhere and spinning and teasing. He’s a complete JOY to behold and I don’t even know where to begin with how much Timmy’s performance overwhelmed me because it was Elio. It was the Elio I read when I was 18. Stunning performance from start to finish.

6) Final scenes. Oh man. The bittersweet pain but gratitude and love and frustration and agony and EVERYTHING about that scene was just destroying. I loved that they included the Perlman’s and their “oh we’re so happy for you Oliver” followed by their quiet knowing looks at each other after the call. That was such a unique moment. Then Elio sitting there breaking but soaring and I could barely breathe. Then the fireplace scene where he just sits and FEELS and god I was sobbing. I was kind of annoyed as people in the cinema started leaving and I wanted to watch the whole thing so I just sat and took it all in and there was no way I was getting out of my seat till it was over!

7) I have to mention the elderly Italian couple scene. Their arguing and bickering and at one point everyone was an asshole. It was so funny and warm and ridiculous. I loved it especially with the Perlman’s reaction and that contrasted to Elio and Oliver’s reactions. Amazing. I have a real love and respect for Italian people and their manners and the way so many of them live their lives. I worked around a group of Italians for a long time and they were so overwhelming to be around but they were the most beautiful, interesting, passionate, open, unguarded group of people and their views on life and how it should be lived changed me and I’ve always dreamed of visiting Italy, it’s right up there at the top of my list so this movie was like a love story to Italy and the Italian summer. That little fly who seemed to follow Elio around, the birds and breeze in the trees… god it captures the scenery so gorgeously.

That’s my little list!! I mean there are so many more things like their cuddles and kisses when they’re talking about wasted time, Elio crying in the car just about stopped my heart, the peach scene with Elio’s tear stained face and how much it felt like the book, Oliver’s unashamed happiness and the change in him as the movie went on, him saying goodbye to the Perlman’s, Elio teasing Oliver with his piano pieces, Mafalda in general…!

It was the kind of movie that leaves you questioning life, yourself, love, how you act and what you want from life. The book has stuck with me for nearly 10 years now and the movie really didn’t disappoint, it was really really very special ❤️

[orderfromchaos-roleplay]

PLOT DROP : I N T O    L I  M   B   O 

1 May 1980. 

It was all supposed to be in good fun. The game was something everyone was looking forward to, a conflict that they could all escape into rather than face themselves. Wilda Griffiths leaving the Harpies team was a simple betrayal, one that didn’t prompt people to look back into their own lives and try and read the signs, wait to see who had betrayed them. No, this was about Quidditch. It was all about Quidditch, and there was no need to focus on anything else.

It was the perfect environment to have people distracted in. It was all too easy to set the traps.

Not everyone gathered for the game, but the crowds were still large as people swarmed to the stadium to watch. Others less fortunate and unable to get off from work keep the radios on, eagerly listening in on what’s happening as each second unfolds…

Good morning, listeners, and welcome back to the match! Today, Puddlemere United faces off against the Holyhead Harpies after the brutal departure of chaser Wilda Griffiths from the Harpies! For the first time since her defection, Griffiths will be on the pitch with her former team. This match promises to be a bloody one, listeners.

An update for those of you who haven’t been following the latest news as attentively as I have– if you haven’t, shame on you!– Griffiths is being replaced by up and coming chaser, Gabrielle Garcia. Garcia, nineteen and an alumna from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was recruited to the Harpies straight out of her successful four year Quidditch career at Hogwarts as chaser and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team to be put on the reserve team. This will be her first ever professional game, and marks her maiden match as a member of the Harpies. She’s hilarious, listeners, she really is. You’ll never meet a more awkward and nervous player as Garcia, though hopefully she plays better than she talks, otherwise the Harpies are in for a crushing defeat.

And the players are coming out onto the pitch now. The tension in the air is thick enough to spread on toast, folks. Harpies captain Constance Garroway is one of the first stepping out onto the pitch, and she’s got no interest in keeping the peace here, folks, she looks ready to take beater Gwenog Jones’ bat and start swinging. Puddlemere captain and chaser Abigail Bridge is sticking close to her teammates as they walk out onto the pitch… and yes, we can see Griffiths now, clad in her navy blue robes after turning in her green Harpies getup. Everyone is looking ready for a fight.

Referee Agnes Murphy better be ready to jump into the middle of a brawl, folks. Garroway and Bridge are meeting in the middle of the pitch right now to shake hands. I bet Garroway is trying to break Bridge’s right now. If looks could kill, Griffiths would be flat on her back stone cold dead right now. Everyone’s on edge. Bridge has stepped back for the coin toss, but Garroway still hasn’t moved ye– oh! Oh, Garroway has hurdled past Bridge and punched Griffiths in the face! Griffiths is down, folks, and I don’t know if she’s getting up!

The rest of the Harpies have entered the fray now to protect their captain– Garroway is taking some good punches thrown by the Puddlemeres! Puddlemere seeker Martin– ooh! he is on the ground, folks, he is on the ground! The beaters have their bats out and are swinging away at each other– bloody hell, you’d think heads were bludgers! Officials are running to try and stop– I can’t see Griffiths anymore, I can’t see her! Amira Gordeu of the Harpies is kicking at someone like there’s no tomorrow, but I can’t see who. There is definitely blood drawn, folks. There’s–

Griffiths is up! I repeat, Griffiths is– and down she goes again! She’ll be lucky to be alive after this one, folks, it’s a bloodbath down there. Martin is being hauled back– it’s lucky that so many of the Harpies are short, or there’d be no stopping them. Jones– Hestia, not– oh, no, and Gwenog– are no longer touching the ground— I can’t see Griffiths– bloody hell, Garroway’s snapped her broom– is she using that as a weapon? PU Beater Elias Burn just hit Jones– might be his Jones– in the shoulder. That’s not going to go over well. Oh, no, it was Gwenog. Can’t say I’m relieved about that one, and she isn’t eith– I think his nose is broken, folks! And she’s being hauled back again. I still can’t see Griffiths!

      I can’t see Griffiths! Can anyone see Griffiths?

                                                        Can anyone see Griffiths?

The chaos and the excitement of the game is overshadowed, and the radio cuts away from the broadcast, leaving the outside world in the dark about what’s happening. Of all things, that seems like it would be it, but it’s a distraction. No one notices the wizard sneaking into the post office, and Skeuomorph is able to do his job. Hundreds and hundreds of notes are put into the post, with information and threats wrapped up in pleasant little envelopes that no one suspects to be dangerous.

Constance Garroway, captain of the Holyhead Harpies, is arrested by Aurors, and is hauled away while screaming insults at Wilda Griffiths.

                    “ You filthy mudblood! You filthy mudblood, next time I’ll kill you! ”

Her shouts stop abruptly halfway across the field. The curse has been lifted, the twisting of her mind and her tongue released as the Imperius curse is lifted. A distraction was all that they needed, and a distraction was what they’d gotten. There was no use in keeping the pawn in play. Her only use now was to fall, and fall hard, on the choices of another made for her. Skeuomorph disappears, and any who ask later whether he belonged to either side, Death Eater or Order, is told they have no idea who he is, nor will they ever. He vanishes, true name and identity unknown, leaving the notes in his wake do do their damage.

While the wreck of the Quidditch match disaster is cleared away, the post goes out. And nothing is quite the same as it was…

Under the cut you will find the note sent to each character by Skeuomorph. While no threads may take place during the incident, you may write drabbles that do, and all starters take place after the incident. If you have any questions about this, feel free to message us, and we will be more than happy to help you out and clear things up for you!

Please include “into limbo” in the title of all starters related to the plot drop, and tag things related to this plot drop with the tag “ofc: into limbo” so that others can find them.

MARGOT ABBOTT

You’re never going to be the heir they wanted, they’re always going to love Mychelle more than they love you.

CASSANDRA BLACK

How many more people will die when they find out the truth about you?

SIRIUS BLACK

Do you think Regulus realized he was in too deep before it got him killed? Do you realize?

AMELIA BONES

Do you think anyone believes you’re not the girl you were when things fell apart?

EDGAR BONES

You’re never going to be like your parents.

JOHN DAWLISH

How many lies can you tell before they catch who you really are?

CATRINA GOYLE

Will Marcus be so proud when you give birth to your daughter?

GALVIN GUDGEON

Will it be worth all it cost you?

GLADYS GUDGEON

Maybe they’ll finally pay attention to you when your brothers are dead.

MAFALDA HOPKIRK

How long do you think they’ll stay this time?

GWENOG JONES

You’re captain now. Are you happy?

HESTIA JONES

Everyone knows you want to be on the Harpies. Was it worth cursing Garroway to get you that opening?

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE

Blood traitor sister, blood traitor cousin, halfbreed little niece. How many branches will it take you chopping off the tree to get people to believe you’re not just as rotten as the rest of them?

RABASTAN LESTRANGE

You think loving her will make you feel less guilty about what you did?

ALICE LONGBOTTOM

Trying so hard to be like your father is only going to make you more like your mother.

FRANK LONGBOTTOM

Do you think your child will be proud of their Auror parents when it means they grow up an orphan?

REMUS LUPIN

Which dies faster, a blood traitor or a halfbreed?

MARY MACDONALD

You think Mulciber’s forgotten about you?

BRONTE MACNAIR

Can you really trust him again when he’s still in love with someone else?

LUCIUS MALFOY

What’s the point of trying to prove that you’re not like your father when you’re going to be like him anyway?

DORCAS MEADOWES

Will you feel good about not telling them you’re fighting when it gets you killed?

ALASTOR MOODY

Do you actually know what’s a lie and what’s not anymore?

CLAUDIA OLLIVANDER

How long can a family last when you’re on opposite sides?

GARRICK OLLIVANDER

Do you think they’ll be proud of you for this?

PETER PETTIGREW

Do you think they would even notice if you vanished now they’ve got each other?

JAMES POTTER

Do you think they’ll still call you a hero when they have to live without you?

LILY POTTER

How long do you think you’ll last raising your child on your own after your blood traitor husband is dead?

ATTICUS ROWLE

How much longer will it take to realize they’ve been lying to you the whole time?

LAVINIA ROWLE

How long until you stop being content with being dragged behind someone else’s choices?

VIOLA ROWLE

Would he kill you if you told him?

ANDROMEDA TONKS

Which do you think will go first— the mudblood husband, the freak daughter, or the filthy blood traitor?

TED TONKS

Her death will be on you.

TILDEN TOOTS

Do you think they’ll still like you when they find out you’re a fraud?

BILIUS WEASLEY

Do you think they’ll be happy when the family freak is finally dead?

MOLLY WEASLEY

Does it feel good to know that each of your children has a target on their back because of you?

[sarah-ross-artcode-blog]

Mafalda Rakos – I want to disappear (published 2017)

I had the oppurtunity to have a quick chat with Mafalda Rakos, the writer of ‘I want to disappear’. A young documentary photographer based in between Vienna and The Netherlands. She studies Anthropology at the University of Vienna. How did you decide to make this book with all these stories? What was the thought process?

Mafalda: “I had an eating disorder myself when I was a teenager and it was a present topic in my life. And when I went to study anthropology at the University of Vienna, I got a tool to understand this illness more from a social point of view. The illness is very constricted by our society. I found it very interesting. There’s a certain profile attachted to having anorexia, boulimia or binge-eating and I think because of the complexity of the phenomenon, it’s rooted into psychology and society. I think very personal stories made it interesting and I also had this personal interest. So it was interesting for me to connect with others and to feel less ashamed.”

“And then I actually got a funding to work on the project, to start it and it was very difficult in the beginning. Becaue it’s such a taboo and shamefull issue. At that time I was younger and I didn’t really know how to make this and to make this also for people to help them talk openly about this very intimate subject. So it took a long time.”“But then slowly, I found 20 women and girls, who wanted to participate. I couldn’t find any boys, I was looking for them, but I couldn’t get a hand on some who wanted to participate. Because for men this subject is even more taboo.”

“A lot of people wanted to have their portrait taken, and so I asked them, because of my more anthropological interest, to give me any kind of notes, drawings, pictures, anything they would relate to their illness. Things that could also be depicted in a different way. I feel like a portret on itself cannot really tell the whole depth of the story or experience. So I was collecting a lot and then in the end of this process i sat together with a friend, a graphic designer, and he structured everything we had. The idea in the book is that you see the intimacy and not see the signs of weakness. And that you should not feel ashamed, there are many people who go through the same. It’s also kind of a way to get out of it stronger. So its a very positive look at the subject. Because many said that they feel they’ve grown out of it or they reflected much about themselves and it helped them to cope. So i tried to put it together with these different materials. And that’s why it’s also so layered.” She eventually did find enough males to create a book about males with eating disorders. This ended up being her graduation project and so far there is only one copy of the book. What was the idea behind the cover? Mafalda: “It’s a drawing from someone in the book, and it actually has labels, but we removed them to make it look less medical. But it’s someone with anorexia, boulimia and binge-eating. I like this very naive depiction of the bodies and I also wanted to show that it is not just anorexia. We went for this more abstract version because we didn’t know which picture to choose. And it also has this very diary character, so I thought it would be better to have it like that.” Who was the graphic designer that helped you? How was the collaboration? Mafalda: “The graphic designer, Amir Avraham, really helped finding a structure. You have to imagine, you sit there with a pile of pictures, videos, notes and drawings and you have no idea what to do with it. So he suggested that the text and pictures tell their own story. Indepentent from eachother instead of illustrating eachother. He helped to find a treatment for the drawings and a certain rhythm for the photographic language.” Did you write the text yourself? Mafalda: “The text is always a transcript of interviews, but of course they need to be edited, so in this case I edited it myself. But it’s always kind of how it was told to me.” Thank you Mafalda Rakos for this interview.

[babayagay]

I know Mafalda Prewett isn’t technically a canon character, but she was going to be, and I honestly believe the series would have been better if Mafalda was wasn’t cut out of the Goblet of Fire. You might be asking: ‘wait who’s Mafalda?’ and that’s a reasonable question bc literally no one would have fathomed a character like her. 

Mafalda Prewett was created by Rowling “to eavesdrop on conversations held between the Death Eaters of her house, and repeat what she heard to the The Trio in an attempt to impress them”. Think of what she could have added to the story, a Slytherin confidant to the Golden Trio. Think of the potential insight we could have gotten from Slytherin House right before the return of Voldemort. But since she ultimately was cut from the fourth book, we don’t really know much about her besides the little Rowling has shared.

What we know:

She was sorted into Slytherin

her father is a squib accountant, and her mother a muggle

She is extremely academically gifted

curious and nosy

prone to gossip

and somewhat unpleasant

Mafalda being in Slytherin is huge, because her one connection to the wizarding world is through the Weasleys: a Light, pureblood family that hasn’t been sorted anywhere but Gryffindor in decades, maybe centuries! Even though Mafalda had only two purposes in the books, to take Rita Skeeter’s place, and act as Hermione’s foil, her character would have made a huge difference to the series.

The Weasleys are thought of as the best of the purebloods, right? But we do know that Ron displayed some judgmental tendencies at best, racist/specist at worse. We also know that Molly Weasley had a canon, squib second cousin that they never talk about because his “profession” brought shame to the family? So let’s assume, that even among the Weasley’s, a certain prejudice exists between blood. (everything below this line turned into a fic, so tl;dr if you want)

Let’s say Mafalda first learns of Hogwarts when McGonagall comes to the door and asks to see her parents. McGonagall tells her all about this special magic school for her where she can learn to become a witch. She receives her Hogwarts letter, scoffs it off as a joke until her father, her normal, orderly, accountant father, speaks up and reluctantly confirms McGonagall’s story. He tells his shocked wife and daughter about his estranged parents and his unorthodox childhood. Mafalda, an ambitious learner, immediately decided she wants to go to Hogwarts and practice magic. She always knew she was different, after all. 

 Mafalda came to Hogwarts in the Trio’s fourth year, making her Ron’s junior by at least three years. Imagine this. 

Nervous little Mafalda, a social outcast in the muggle world (presumably for her unpleasant, braggy traits), stumbles up to the Sorting Hat, trying to convince herself this school wasn’t all a dream. The Sorting Hat automatically see’s her relation to the Weasley’s and suggests going to Gryffindor because that’s where her family is. But Mafalda had heard enough about the precious Weasley’s. 

Through McGonagall who had commented on her ginger hair and freckles, through her father who had nothing but disdain for the family who shunned him, through the weird Wand Maker who was old enough to recognized the name Prewett, through the Hat who had sorted dozens of Weasleys….

No, Mafalda decided she didn’t want to be roped in with the Weasleys. She had her goals and ambitions. And much like the advice Harry got when he was sorted, the Hat told her she would find her real friends in Slytherin. So Mafalda made her choice, savoring the look on the her cousins’s faces as she took her seat proudly at the Slytherin table. And though initially, Mafalda was shunned for her blood status, she made her own niche and proved that the supremacist’s were wrong about her, because she was not going to be shunned like her father. 

Still, that didn’t stop the bigots from ignoring her, even as she climbed to being the smartest Slytherin witch in her year. Anytime someone challenged her because of her blood, she would scathingly show them just how quick she was with a wand. Her marks were high, grade wise and target wise. She had a string of friends that would tell her the latest goings on of Hogwarts, and more importantly, what was happening in the pureblood circles.

Mafalda was often compared to Gryffindor’s Hermione Granger, something she did not enjoy very much. Perhaps because they were very similar, and/or the muggleborn was best friends with a Weasley. But as she learned more and more, Mafalda couldn’t help but see the similarities. And one couldn’t ignore that the Gryffindor got higher praise than her in most of their classes. So Mafalda “accidentally” ran into the Trio one day in the library as they were researching for the First Task. 

“Something bad is happening in Slytherin.” she whispered one day to Granger as she picked up her “accidentally” dropped book. It was enough to garner their attention at the very least. Mafalda pretended that she didn’t want their attention or praise, but a small bit of her craved it.

“It’s getting worse.” she would mumbled as they crossed paths between classes. They would meet during quidditch matches or shared classes, anywhere in public really. She would tell them about the bigots in her house because thats what they seemed most interested in. Somewhere along the way, they had crossed into basic conversation, and Mafalda found herself asking Hermione how to write a protection spell in ancient runes or how to administer a poisoned potion without the drinker noticing the taste.

Hermione, to her horror, found that the unpleasant, little, Slytherin Mafalda was a miniature version of herself as a first year. And she was progressing quickly. 

Imagine if Mafalda was the link between Gryffindor and Slytherin as Voldemort’s power grew. Imagine if Mafalda was the first Slytherin to join the DA, ‘only because Umbridge thought she was a Weasley, of course.’ She would recruit many more Slytherins to Potter’s side because a world where Voldemort ruled was a world that did not welcome her. 

Imagine none of the supremacists paying attention to the daughter of a squib, as she quietly spied on them and reported their conversations directly to Harry. The Trio would know that the Ministry had fallen days before the Order could get a whiff of it. The Trio would know which students took the Mark, and which one’s were struggling to stay out of it. The Trio was privy to Voldemort’s movements all because the daughter of a squib had used his bigotry against him. Mafalda had worked her way into the Lion’s den and proven she was worthy of their attention. 

When the Trio left to hunt Horcruxes, Mafalda was there to help Neville, Ginny, and Luna keep the D.A open and recruiting. Mafalda was there watch her fellow Slytherins struggle with the Carrow’s tyranny, and if they proved themselves trustworthy, she would quietly invite them to the Room of Requirement where she could offer them protection. Some accepted, but most did not, and Mafalda was ready with an Obliviate on her tongue when they turned her down.

It was thanks to Mafalda that half of Slytherin stayed to fight at the Battle of Hogwarts, because her real friends, the one’s the Hat had foretold all those years ago, wouldn’t let her fight alone. The rest would not, and could not, fight their parents, and she begrudgingly respected that. Mafalda was the one that would stun them and put them in the room of requirement until the battle was over. Because even she wouldn’t allow them to stand with their parents, even if it was unwillingly on their part. She carved dark runes into stone doorways that decapitated Death Eaters if they so much came into a three feet radius. She took cutting curses, while she covered escaping first years, and dodged subsequent bone breaking curses when she tackled the Death Eater who had Avada’d her roommate of five years.

When everything was over, Mafalda found herself face to face with Molly Weasley, her long-lost distant cousin. She was surprised when the woman embraced her, crying out how she had saved her daughter’s life inadvertently when Dolohov and Lestrange led the hunt for ‘the Weaslette bloodtraitor’. For once, her ginger hair and freckles had actually done some good, even if, Mafalda thought disdainfully, she was mistaken for a Weasley once again. Months later, Mafalda received notice that she had been nominated for an Order of Merlin, by none other than Harry Potter. There was a personalized note from him, attached to the owl. 

‘Mafalda. I never got to say this while we were at Hogwarts together. Thank you. I’ve nominated you for an Order of Merlin, and Ron told me I should have nominated “Mafalda Weasley” as a joke. But I don’t think you’d find that very funny. You’re the real hero. –signed Harry’

Mafalda smiled fondly. She was a Prewett and proud.

[mafaldahopkrk]

MAFALDA HOPKIRK \\ KALEIDOSCOPE KINDA PERSONALITY. 

basics

full name: Mafalda Serafina Hopkirk

age: 31 years old

status: half-blood

birthday: 15 March 1947

birthplace: London, England

where were they raised: London, England

languages spoken: English, Portuguese.

education: Home schooled & Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry now.

zodiac sign: Pisces

nationality: English

height: 5′6″

eye colour: blue

hair colour: blonde

family: older sister

year: alumni

house: Former hufflepuff

job: Assistant within the Improper use of Magic office

fc: Teresa Palmer

family

Mafalda is the oldest child of the Hopkirk family. She has two younger brothers, Arsenio (28), and Jeronimo (24). 

Mafalda’s background is half Portuguese, half English. Her mother, a muggle, met her father when he was on a trip within the tourist destination on the South of Portugal, the Algarve. Her father works as a Cursebreaker, temporarily relocated to the Southern coast where he resided for a year. After eight months of courtship did he finally admit to her he was a Wizard, proving his skill. They married within a year of meeting one another, and when he was to be sent home, she went with him to start a new life in London.

Their home is bilingual, with all children being fluent in both English and Portuguese.  Her mother was a constant presence, endlessly encouraging of their magical abilities since she did not possess them and found it fascinating her children could manage such feats.

hogwarts

Mafalda loved school, but she owes this in part to her eidetic memory. Always able to retain information from brief encounters with books and lessons left her well prepared for exams, assignments and surprise tests. Some professors tried to push her, slip her up, but her mind was that sharp.

Things like this got her into trouble. With the rise of Dark Power still well in existence when she was at school, Mafalda was exposed to hatred of her mother, of the term ‘Mudblood’ coined to insult her mother’s magical ability. But she believed it was said to be something far deeper. There was fear within intelligence, and while she never boasted of the gift she knew she had, people could’ve considered the Hufflepuff threatening--anything you told her, she would never forget. 

Most people went into crime fighting, powerful positions post-Hogwarts, but Mafalda wanted a more political stance. She didn’t have the spine to be a Minister nor anyone in the inner circle, but she was organized, studious, and able to remember the entire International Statue of Secrecy. Being able to cite word for word to her interviewer a passage of laws without the book in front of her, to this day, is what Mafalda believes sealed the deal for her job.

current

Mafalda had worked her way up through the office over the course of the last thirteen years, moving from working under one person to another, from being someone’s tea fetcher to being heard within the last year. Now one of three solely responsible for issuing notices to those who violate the Statue of Secrecy, Mafalda finds it fascinating, leafing through things left unread, knowing where to find a new pool of information and 

With her elevated Assistant position, she was invited this year to the Wizagemot as apart of the Council to oversee cases violating Wizarding law. 

Mafalda has more than once made appearances with the British Prime Minister when keeping her superiors informed of Muggle Laws set within the UK so those above her were well prepped. 

Mafalda is not a spy but more an off-hand informant. She doesn’t want to know why people like Arabella Figg need the information they need when it comes to Ministry dwellings but that she was asked in confidence to provide it. Mafalda doesn’t go looking further past what’s been asked of her, which was to pass along any information she might find troubling. She trusts Arabella Figg with her life, so being asked this isn’t uncommon. 

future

Mafalda is the one who sends Harry Potter two notices of breaking wizarding law, to which she is aware the law states a terms of punishment, but in the summer of 1995 was strictly ordered upon discovery of magic used in the presence of a muggle to expel Harry Potter from Hogwarts on order by the Minister of Magic. She also sits in on the preposed trial of Harry Potter, and is the one to look the Minister in the eye when she votes against expelling the child.

Hopkirk continued to work for the new Death Eater regime in 1997, still as an assistant in the Improper Use of Magic Office. However, it was acceptable for her to be set aside for record-keeping. A month later, when Hopkirk Apparated to work, she was ambushed by Hermione Granger and subsequently stunned and locked away.

The impostor Hopkirk was used as a stenographer for the Muggle-Born Registration Commission and helped free the innocent Muggle-borns.

During this time, she was forced against her own free will to do what the new regime expected of her, or face the consequences. Mafalda is not a fighter, not when she knows she’s outnumbered, she gave in immediately without argument. 

A good person thoroughly, settled with a terrible guilty conscience, Mafalda had apologized to Harry Potter when he became an Auror for the part she played within his expulsion and the Ministry as a whole. 

Mafalda Hopkirk dies at 102, retiring from the Ministry of Magic when she was 87. She stayed long enough to see Harry Potter make a promising career within the Ministry. 

[nisitime]

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  Spotify

is your room messy or clean? messy clean

what color are your eyes? poopy brown

do you like your name? why? i do cause it was given with love

what is your relationship status? taken

describe your personality in 3 words or less shy / kind / confused

what color hair do you have? dark brown but with shades of light brown and pink????

what kind of car do you drive? color? none

where do you shop? primark <3

how would you describe your style? sweet and ‘’who cares’’

favorite social media account twitter

what size bed do you have? normal , 1 person only :c

any siblings? 1

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Portugal, i like it in here

favorite snapchat filter? dont use snapchat

favorite makeup brand(s) i use anything cute tbh

how many times a week do you shower? depends if im going out or not

favorite tv show? hmmmmmmmmmm been watching alot of master chef lately??? but i dont usually watch tv

shoe size? 39 (EU)

how tall are you? 1.72 cm

sandals or sneakers? BOTH

do you go to the gym? nop

describe your dream date hmmmmmmm i just like a good walk and listen to soft music or maybe watch a movie? i just like anything if im doing it with someone special.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? 5 euros prolly?

what color socks are you wearing? striped socks yellow and dark blue and hufflepuff symbol on the side

how many pillows do you sleep with? 2

do you have a job? what do you do? not at the moment, college

how many friends do you have? not many

whats the worst thing you have ever done? oof...idk...

whats your favorite candle scent? soft and fruity

3 favorite boy names Gonçalo Henrique Guilherme

3 favorite girl names Mariana Susana Mafalda

favorite actor? Jack Black

favorite actress? Jennifer lawrence

who is your celebrity crush? cillian murphy / joseph gordon /  Jon Jafari

favorite movie? Dont have one

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? only when i have patience and time and i really like the Hunger games trilogy

money or brains? both

do you have a nickname? what is it? Nisi

how many times have you been to the hospital? 2 many

top 10 favorite songs i dont have favs but ill just make a top of what ive been listening latelly https://youtu.be/evUe46ua8Ao https://youtu.be/zdVRV8HcgKM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kT8cX2-_7pQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaTJU1G-T6c https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHAwhZBnI1A https://youtu.be/qkLMPihvKaQ https://youtu.be/e3Ze62AL9r0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vecSVX1QYbQ https://youtu.be/E2Q52cVx7Bo

do you take any medications daily? the pill

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) oily

what is your biggest fear? alone in the dark

how many kids do you want? 2

whats your go to hair style? short, messy with bangs

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) normal?

who is your role model? no one

what was the last compliment you received? cutie

what was the last text you sent? A baymax plushy

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? i always knew

what is your dream car? chunky and cute

opinion on smoking? stop

do you go to college? yup

what is your dream job? illustration and character design

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? rural

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? YIS

do you have freckles? hmhm

do you smile for pictures? +/-

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 96

have you ever peed in the woods? yup

do you still watch cartoons? yup x2

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? we dont have wendy’s here

Favorite dipping sauce? sour cream and onion

what do you wear to bed? pijama for winter / panties for summer

have you ever won a spelling bee? its not a thing here

what are your hobbies? drawing

can you draw? hmhm

do you play an instrument? nop

what was the last concert you saw? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

tea or coffee? COFFEE

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? we dont have dunkin donuts

do you want to get married? yis

what is your crush’s first and last initial? x _ x

are you going to change your last name when you get married? dont want it

what color looks best on you? i think yellow

do you miss anyone right now? i do

do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed

do you believe in ghosts? sorta

what is your biggest pet peeve? when ppl coff and dont cover their mouth or when im talking and since im soft spoken everyone interrupts me

last person you called im on call with a friend rn

favorite ice cream flavor? prolly coffee and i love ice cream in general

regular oreos or golden oreos? never had the golden ones

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? why not both?

what shirt are you wearing? cyan XXXL one from the world cosplay summit

what is your phone background? Kamen Rider Fourze

are you outgoing or shy? shy

do you like it when people play with your hair? i do

do you like your neighbors? some of them

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? morning

have you ever been high? no

have you ever been drunk? no

last thing you ate? soup

favorite lyrics right now [Verse 2] I feel like all of this has aged me Right on the edge of 22 You look like you've just seen a monster Is that what I look like to you? [Pre-Chorus] Oh won't somebody hold me and tell me it'll all work out Say that there's nothing to worry about now 'Cause I'm so sick of the drama and I hate to shout But you drag it out of me

summer or winter? winter

day or night? day

dark, milk, or white chocolate? all of them

favorite month? June

what is your zodiac sign Gemini

who was the last person you cried in front of? My bf