#norwegian ministry of magic

[kathrynalicemc]

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic: A Timeline

HPHL - WW1 (up to 1920s)

Magiens Mester (Master of Magic): Von Hyrrokkin

Magiens Mester is the Minister of Magic

Von is still a WIP but I think he’s no good (maybe evil) and he gets thrown out and then Iolanthe gets the job

Magiens Vokter (Guardian of Magic): Johann Hyrrokkin

Johann is Von’s son

Vokters are like vice presidents and are second in command. They protect and advise the Mester and step in when they are unavailable

Usually it’s common for Vokters to eventually become Mesters so he was expecting to become the minister

He’s also maybe evil and salty when Iolanthe gets the position especially being so young and inexperienced

HPFB (1920s)

Magiens Mester: Iolanthe Arcano

She is the first to become Magiens Mester so young and also with hardly any experience working at the ministry

But she is very deserving and proves everyone who doubts her wrong

Puts in more work in research and out in the field exploring and visiting other countries for diplomatic relations than actually doing paperwork in an office all day

Magiens Vokter: Elidon Greyloc

Elidon is Iolanthes most trusted second in command

He believed in her from the start and helps her when others try to sabotage or belittle her authority

He’s older and sees her as a daughter he’s never had

He doesn’t become Mester after her and instead goes off to have a family of his own

Head of Vakt (Guard): Dreki Hymir

Under the two leadership positions there are three main sections of government. Vakt is the guard department that is essentially Aurors. There is one leader and then a bunch of smaller jobs under that.

Dreki can look intimidating but he is good humored and treats Iolanthe like a little sister

Head of Mystisk (Arcane): Sade Willodeen

The Mystisk department deals with magical misuse, spell invention, and research and other things

Sade has been the head for a long time and she knows how to hold her own in leadership positions and to not take any shit

She is cold at first and judges Iolanthe’s ability but then quickly becomes a mentor figure to her and guides her

They also really get along with their love of magic

Maybe she was Iolanthe’s boss when she just started and Sade could be upset she was passed over for Mester for this new hire

Head of Natur (Nature): Akkeri Windcaller

The Natur department deals with trade, magical animals, exploration, and other misc jobs

Akkeri is also relatively young for having a higher up position

I think Iolanthe is the one to hire him and she is also judged for picking someone young

He’s a wildcard as he is a natural sailor and has survived many storms at sea

He seems very quiet but I think he could snap if really provoked but ultimately he’s kind

HPMA (2010s)

Magiens Mester: Semele Thorne @endlessly-cursed

Being part of the Arcano family (and since Iolanthe’s run was a huge success) Semele is warmly greeted as Mester

She is a hardworking take no shit woman who excels even with an idiot husband (affectionate) and three screaming children

She also manages to stay active in Skalafell as much as possible when not at work

A/N: I’ve been putting this together for a long time (the positions themselves I have thought about for months lol) but I have just quickly made up the majority of the OCs (fcs, names, ideas of personality/story) in the last 3 days so lmk if I’ve used any names or FCs already used!!

Also fun fact the positions have inspiration from the founders era with the 3 Valhalla founder families (Ymir, Arcano, Varangr) ,,, if that wasn’t completely obvious 😂

I am also totally open to give some of these OCs away for adoption or any position in a diff time period not specified is always open for anyone!!! I have a few already made OCs who I might insert (like Azora Arcano) but she would just be a minor Auror maybe? And she doesn’t stick around long.

Shout out to @magicallymalted this one’s for you since you asked for lore 😌♥️

[sitp-recs]

Hey! Hope you're doing good!! :) I'm wondering if you know any Drarry fics that have mythological elements / stories as part of the plot. For example, a fic based on Greek myths like Hades/Persephone?

Hi anon! I’m doing great, what about you? :) oh that’s a really cool ask, I hope you enjoy these! I strongly recommend checking khalulu’s stuff as they always explore different mythologies and cultures across their works. I’d love to get more recs on this theme, too!

Nordic:

Veðr by @shealwaysreads (M, 3k)

Norsemen have ranged far enough inland to find Harry, alone and abandoned by his kith and kin. But they bring far more than danger with them, they bring adventure, they bring magic.

Swedish:

Sweden | A Midsummer Night’s Dream by @drarrelie (M, 5.5k)

With the war finally over, you’d think Harry would finally be granted that “normal life” he’s always dreamt about. Finally free from the Dursleys, from that nose-less megalomaniac, from Horcruxes, Hollows, Death Eaters, Dementors, Prophecies… you’d think that he, for the first time in his life, would be allowed to be just a normal teenager. You’d think he’d deserve that much, right?

Russian:

S’Mitten by khalulu (G, 6k)

Harry and Draco aren’t enemies any more, but it seems their history will always stand between them – so let’s try some other histories on for size! The fickle finger of fate is muffled in one of Mrs Weasley’s mittens. Did I mention kisses?

Norwegian:

East of the Sun and West of the Moon by khalulu (T, 6k)

One stormy Thursday evening, a big white bear named Draco turns up to carry Harry away from the dreadful Dursleys. They get along fairly happily together until one night Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him, and Draco is whisked away to his wicked aunt’s castle, East of the Sun and West of the Moon. It will take a strong wind to bring Harry that far…..

Albanian:

What Country, Friends, Is This? by khalulu (M, 8k)

When Harry and Draco are paired up for a nebulous “capstone project” in 8th year, Draco suggests they use it as an opportunity to take a free Grand Tour of Europe. Harry isn’t interested in being grand, and they soon veer off the beaten path. The journey to find what (and who) you really want can lead to unexpected places. (As well as Bertha Jorkins’ aunt, Illyrian Serpent cults, heroic baby Draco tales, and Slytherins singing Motown.)

Hindu:

Birds of Dreams / Remover of Obstacles / Guardian of Waters by khalulu (G, 12k)

Harry is exploring his Desi heritage, and Draco runs into him in colourful circumstances. Luna has a penchant for puns and the Patils watch Bollywood. Paper is folded, a flying carpet takes an Indian road trip, and a phoenix is found. Love blooms along the way, a flower that’s free.

Finnish:

Sparks from the Fox’s Tail by khalulu (T, 17k)

Draco is frustrated with his career as a travel writer, when a mini-tirade from Mrs Weasley and an encounter with the portrait of an intrepid great-great-great-aunt lead him to Finland to study wandless magic. Harry is – just being contrary and following his sweet-tooth, or taking the subtle route to saving the world?

Multiple:

The Hardest Hue To Hold by @cavendishbutterfly (M, 17k)

Harry needs to get the hell out of England. So he sets up a teaching assistantship in America, hops on a plane, and heads off to a fresh start. Except there’s a familiar face among the university faculty, and it’s really not the familiar face that Harry wanted. Or at least, it’s not who Harry wanted at first.

Irish:

Offer Up Our Hearts by @tackytigerfic (M, 23k)

Harry Potter has a very nice life, thank you very much. He's a top Curse-Breaker with a lucrative Ministry contract, and exciting prospects ahead. Sometimes he does wish that he had time to pursue something official with Draco Malfoy - they're half in love with each other, after all, and a great team (in and out of bed), though Draco is still one of the most infuriating people he knows.

Egyptian:

Memory Lost | You Found by @maraudersaffair (E, 30k)

After his Auror training, Harry's assigned to guard the Department of Mysteries - specifically the room where Malfoy is being held in comfortable captivity. Yet no one will tell him why, and what's more concerning? Malfoy doesn't remember Harry at all. To uncover the mystery, Harry must travel all the way to Egypt where he discovers a magical community living in the great pyramids and a long held secret that is dangerous to anyone who knows it.

Arthurian:

The Compact by astolat (E, 64k)

Hermione frowned. “The real question is why the magic of Britain would be failing now, in fact.” “That is not the real question!” Ron said loudly; he’d woken up fully by now, and Harry had too; it was starting to sink in that they’d found the problem. “The real question is, how do we fix it?”

Brazilian:

A Sense of Scale by @fantalfart and dragontamerdrarry (M, 70k)

In which Draco spends an obscene amount of time thinking of new nicknames for The Living Git, lying to himself and using his charms to seduce an extremely uncooperative sentient school.

Celtic:

The Stars Have Courage by @fantalfart (M, 85k)

Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He's not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.

Greek:

Close Behind by @oflights (M, 134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

Bonus: dark fae AU 🧚‍♂️

Mushrooms of Wiltshire by @shiftylinguini (T, 5k)

There's no point unpacking―Harry's not staying long, and besides, there's just bundled rags in his valise. The illusion of belongings, of a man heading to a new position at a prestigious manor―one beset with rumours of old magic and of impish forest dwellers causing chaos and mayhem amid the phosphorescent toadstool glow. Bugger the job. Harry's here for the rumours. He's been chasing them for years.

[mr-bigdaddy]

Loki sat on the bank of the Menai, staring blankly at the space in front of him. The evening breeze brought the smell of salt and fish - fishermen were unloading their nets somewhere nearby, making him think of Straume, where everyone knew each other. It was his last day here, and tomorrow a new chapter of his life would begin - his studies at Hogwarts. But how and when his life had turned in such a direction, Loki still couldn't understand. His family had moved to the UK when he was nine years old, and since then his life had changed forever. He lost his native language, his friends, his world, and felt like a prisoner: alone in a strange place, surrounded by misunderstanding. His family quickly blended into the magical society of Wales, but not Loki. It was as if he remained on the periphery of both society and life. Squibs were never a part of the magical community nor of the Muggle community, and always felt like outsiders. They could have been a bridge between the two worlds, but found themselves a bridge to nowhere. Stuck in uncertainty and rejection, like ghosts who can't find their place among either the living or the dead. His parents had once hoped that once he enrolled at Hogwarts he would find himself, that his magical abilities would finally manifest themselves. But time passed, and he still hadn't discovered his gift for magic. Perplexity was replaced by disappointment, disappointment by shame, shame by fear. And now the letter he had read was in his pocket, his things were packed, and Loki didn't know what to do. It seemed to him that the whole thing was some strange evil joke, and he felt himself a fraud. But even amidst this shroud of doubt and fear, Loki was hopeful. His ambition and his thirst for knowledge were his driving force. He knew he had to prove to the world that he was worthy of being a wizard. The best of wizards. And only then could he prove something to himself. It was the only way he would find his place in this world where he had felt lost for so long. Loki fumbled in his pocket for his Hogwarts invitation and took it out and twirled it in his hands thoughtfully. He felt unprepared for this challenge, but he knew he couldn't stay in the shadows any longer. His attraction to magic was his light in this dark uncertainty. Taking one last look at the letter, Loki returned it to his pocket and decided on his next step. Today he closes one chapter of his life, but tomorrow he begins a new one.

Name: Loki Odinson

Age: 15

Faculty: Slytherin

Time: Late 19th century

⫸ Biography: Loki was born and lived in the village of Straume on the island of Langøya (Vesterålen Archipelago) in Norway. His father was head of the Division of Magical Population Regulation and Control of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic. The department was headquartered in the village of Straume itself, as Jotun activity had been growing in the commune for several decades, eventually leading to open conflict with the local mages, and the department was forced to set up its base there.

When Loki was 9 years old, his family moved rather suddenly to the UK, to the town of Carnarvon in Wales. This sudden change of scenery affected the child greatly, and he became more withdrawn and uncommunicative.

His parents hoped that the magical school and socialising with similarly slightly lost freshers would make his adjustment easier. But his parents' hopes were dashed when the invitation to Hogwarts never came. Of course, they noticed that despite his age, their son's magical abilities hadn't manifested themselves once, but they considered it a temporary phenomenon - the result of prolonged stress, and assured themselves that many wizards don't discover their abilities until they enter school.

The attitude of magical society towards squibs has always been prejudiced. Wizards have historically looked down on them, and often this attitude has permeated into the families where a squib was born. Loki's family, fortunately for him, was an exception, but still chose to hide this fact from other wizards.

A sharp turn in his fate still happened when Loki turned fifteen. Suddenly, a professor from Hogwarts came to their home and informed them that the Headmaster had sent him to help a student who had enrolled late to catch up on his work. Of course first came the enrolment letter that warned of the professor's arrival, however, Loki, who had long considered magic school an unattainable dream, did not believe in the authenticity of the letter, mistaking it for another of his brother's jokes.

⫸ Hobbies: Although Loki's magical abilities did not manifest at an early age, he was always drawn to magic and enthusiastically studied his older brother's schoolbooks. His passion became magic theory and magical research. Loki is convinced that wizards pay too little attention to this aspect of magic.

⫸ Character: Loki is reserved and introverted with a sharp mind and tactical thinking.

After enrolling at Hogwarts, Loki was faced with a new reality that only increased his insecurities and low self-esteem. He saw peers around him with developed magical talents, many of which had manifested since childhood, that it made him feel inferior and second-rate. In response to this, Loki developed excessive ambition, ego, and vanity.

Loki tends to avoid socialising with other students unless he senses a kindred spirit in them.

⫸ Distinguishing Characteristics, Skills, Abilities: Loki has a talent for transfiguration and has a special relationship with telekinesis and ice-related magic - he is able to use such spells without a wand or verbal component. However, he hides these abilities heavily.

[poetryandbloods-blog]

Nott: House Nott descends from Vikings (Norwegians) who invaded Great Britain, the Nott family is known for creating the most notorious indivisibles of the ministry and it is said that one of its members created the first time turner, they have an affinity with magic of time like no other family. They are almost always sorted into Slytherin. They have an affinity with dark magic. Slogan: “Tempus edax rerum” / Time devours everything. Color: Turquoise Blue. Animal: Phoenix.

[endlessly-cursed]

FBAWTFT- Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy

"𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩-𝙞𝙛𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚-𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣'𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠."

Name: Atticus Ferdia Demiurgos-Kennedy 

Nicknames: tbd 

Birthdate: 31st of August, 1907

Zodiac Sign: Leo 

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: Greco-British 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black 

Eyes: Dark brown 

Height: 1.89m 

Weight: 83kg 

Body Type: Lean, well-built 

Skin Tone: White, tans easily 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): a small paper cut on his thumb 

Background

Hometown

Atticus’ home was mainly between his father’s townhouse in Thebes and Kennedy Manor, his mother’s townhouse. He grew up spoiled and with most things within reach. 

Family

Mother: Minerva Aileen Demiurgos-Kennedy ( @unfortunate-arrow​ ) 

Atticus admired his mother and was the closest to her, and he always loved to hear about her novels and later on brainstorm with her. He was the one always goading her to publish a novel with her name, not just her surname. Her many tales of his grandfather Ferdia inspired him to become a maker of history and thus developed a serious persona from a young age. 

Father: Adonis Androcles Demiurgos 

Atticus’ jokester father always gave him mixed feelings. He was relieved that he wasn’t overbearing, but had a hard time bonding with him and relating to him. Though he had a serious side, it was rarely shown off, not to mention he favoured his twin sister Daphne. He did inherit from him his love for languages and liberal ideas and soon spoke Greek and many other languages as he did in his youth. 

Twin Sister: Daphne Alice Demiurgos-Kennedy 

Atticus always felt protective of his twin sister. He idiolized her as a teenager and was never trailing too far from her, fearing that her natural beauty would cause any trouble, though his mother chastized him later about how little blame she had from men not being mature enough to be respectful towards women. The twins got on well and always supported each other the best they could. 

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin 

Best Class: History of Magic, DADA 

Worst Class: Herbology 

Boggart: Being the shame of the family 

Riddikulus: The family become acrobats doing clumsy pirouettes 

Patronus: Lion 

Patronus Memory: Practising the waltz with his mother and sister 

Mirror of Erised: Himself as the most famous man in the Wizarding World, his family watching proud 

Amortentia (what he smells like): ink, paper, coconut, earl grey tea, rosemary and new books 

Amortentia (what he smells): petrichor, jasmine, lilac, herbal tea, parchment, candlewax 

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

20-35: Desk job at the Ministry

36-48: Chief Warlock

50-64: Minister of Magic

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: His career-wise goals, his family 

Strengths: Ambitious, clever, cunning, erudite and doesn’t give up easily 

Weaknesses: Proud, stubborn and smokes 

Stressed: When not working, away from his family 

Calm/Comforted: In his office, drinking whiskey 

Favorites

Colors: green, black, white, purple and mauve 

Weather: Rainy 

Hobbies: Studying, reading, playing chess and travelling around 

Fashion: Atticus dresses always neat and cleaned up, showing off his status. His colour palette is black, white and dark green 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Iolanthe Arcano ( @kathrynalicemc​ ) 

Though both of them went at the same house, they were a few years behind, so they never truly noticed one another until Atticus was 21 and Lanny was 23 and the Norwegian Minister of Magic. Atticus was the equivalent of a diplomat and was renowned for his charisma, charm, intelligence, wit and persuasion skills, which drew them to the other eventually. They dated for a while before they settled down, and were known as the Magical Power Couple. Atticus loved his wife dearly and both of them had a loving marriage. 

Friends: tbd 

Rivals: tbd, though he’d have many! 

Trivia

He’s a polyglot: he can speak, apart from Greek and English, Nordic languages, Hungarian, Italian, Arabic, many Native languages of America (as a continent, the US is NOT America) 

He’s a curious mind and is always learning new things, and his work allows him to do so 

He’s an athlete and has a very strong form 

He loves to travel around and joins Iolanthe in her quest with the Empyrean crew 

He’s a poet, inspired in his mother, and a great dueller inspired in his father 

He’s also a composer 

He can play the flute, piano, violin and Scottish bagpipes 

He’s very loyal, despite his teasing flirtatious nature 

He’s also a romantic at heart 

[dan6085]

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[romanlestrange]

ROMAN LESTRANGE ✶ herman tommeraas, 23, cisman, he/him, pureblood, fourth year, business. member of slytherin quidditch team, competitive dueling and debate team. can be described as charismatic, arrogant, impulsive, and ruthless. 

name: roman lestrange birthday: april 14th, 1999 age: 23 place of birth: london, england blood status: pureblood spoken languages: english, french, norwegian, russian and spanish father: rabastan lestrange, 52 years old, legislator. mother: astrid bjornstad, 50 years old, heiress to “eden’s” ( inn/pubs all throughout major cities in scandinavia and now the uk. frequented by “high society” members and known for their obscene prices ) siblings: twin sister, younger brother mbti: entp alignment: chaotic neutral astrology: aries sun, gemini moon, sagittarius rising character inspo: tony stonem, roman roy, daemon targaryen, max wolfe, kai parker

past:

born half an hour before his twin sister ( and three years before his younger brother ), roman is the eldest child of rabastan lestrange and astrid bjornstad.

astrid and rabastan married quite late; as the  spare to the heir ( rodolphus ), rabastan was used to not being in the  spotlight. he thought he would be spared when it came to the tradition of betrothals, but his came soon enough.

astrid came from an old, noble pureblooded family and was an excellent match, which both families would benefit from. rabastan had always been painfully loyal to his family, so of course he'd do as his father wished, even if it made him miserable.

roman, however, was quite  the opposite. selfish and spoiled, the boy would always put himself  first just as his mother had taught him. he was astrid's favourite, her golden boy and she made no efforts to hide it. to rabastan, roman feels like a stranger. in fact, all of his children do. this isn't the life he wanted. where astrid was overbearing and overly-involved, rabastan was distant and cold. he saw most of himself in his daughter - the spare to the heir, her twin brother.

roman’s childhood included countless nights spent reading and learning of history, magic, languages. he had a tutor for pretty much anything. he’d be brought to meetings with his dad’s ministry buddies, with his mum’s colleagues, with eden’s investors - after all, he’d be their boss one day, astrid would say. at social events and parties roman would be the one who had to say with the adults for the longest; he had to learn how to charm and lie and say the right thing. his mum’s friends all adored him. 

personality:

rome has always had a knack for trouble. he does what he wants, whenever he wants with huge disregard to the consequences.

he’s a quick learner and can memorize stuff pretty well, which is why his grades are still good despite not putting in much effort.

not the most emotional person. his impulsivity stems from the fact that roman is easily bored and likes to entertain himself.

usually doesn’t  get too invested in his relationships, but there’s always an exception

not easily angered, but is especially cruel when it happens

has a deep fascination with dark arts, dark artefacts, anything forbidden. had an.. accident at his old school, but no one could prove it was him and besides, his parents had to get involved.

he's definitely that type of business major.

not to be trusted!! he's definitely got a few people he truly cares for, but very few are off-betrayal-limits.

wanted:

best friends: other purebloods, people from the same social circles as him, probably have known each other for quite some time. the only people rome wouldn’t throw under the bus; it’s a genuine friendship, even if he still can be a pain in the ass.

the betrayed: rome most likely needed something from them and did as he does; pretend to be friendly, get what he wants then stab the person in the back. maybe they hate his guts now or he’s gained their trust one again.

frenemies: they’re total opposites. this person can’t stand rome and he enjoys getting on their nerves. however, lately they’ve found that they.. have their moments. they don’t hate each other and although he wouldn’t admit it, rome has grown to like this person’s company.

past flings/exes: lots of possibilities here tbh. roman loves flirting, but hates committing. his longest relationship was probably a month.

bad influence: roman is kind of ruining this person’s life and encouraging them to make the worst decisions with him, whether it be something related to the partying, bad decisions, idgaf attitude or someone he’s introduced to the dark arts and they find themselves fascinated by them.

partner in crime: when rome proposes a terrible idea, this person is like: here’s how we can make it worse. 

someone he tutors: absolutely terrible at it. was given as a sort of punishment to him. shows up late, if he shows up at all.

literally anything else, i’m always down for plots <3

[fcrox]

We all have our place in the world. Some simply have found themselves in a nicer place than others. I don't see what's wrong with that. Let the rest be swallowed up in the chaos of life.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Estelle Odette Avery

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Stella, Siren (by those that dislike her), Petite Colombe (her brother only)

AGE: Twenty Two

BIRTH DATE: September 13th, 1957

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood (1/8th veela, unaware)

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters (neutral, without a mark but working to aid them)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Avery Estate

OTHER: Vacation Home in the south of France

OCCUPATION: Translator, Department of international magical Co-operation, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Felix (british longhair)

WAND: Vine, unicorn core, 11 1/4 inches, hard flexibility

PATRONUS: Stoat

BOGGART: Losing her brother

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: roses, parchment, the scent of the ocean

INSPIRATION

SONG: Breakfast (Dove Cameron), Prom Queen (Molly Kestner), Princesses don't cry (Carys), Killer Queen (Mad Tsai), There are other ways of Epic, Looking at me by Sabrina Carpenter

PINTEREST: here !!

AESTHETIC: Long winding hallways, dried rose petals falling, birds flying as high as clouds, elegant stationary, the scratching of a quill on parchment, the busy halls of the ministry of magic, hells on pavement, the color crimson red, the sound of a piano playing in another room, a glass of wine, spring blossoms opening to the summer sun, a violin playing as snowflakes dance, the imprint of footsteps along hills of snow, a broken mirror with burnt edges, a sincere smile that hides a secret

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Maryse Avery née. Rookwood & Victor Avery

SIBLINGS: Philippe Avery (older brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Slug Club, Astronomy Club, Herbology Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Astronomy

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Norwegian, Mermish, Gobbledegook (still learning, in part)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Curse-breaking (skilled)

POSITIVE TRAITS: caring, loyal, resourceful

NEGATIVE TRAITS: perfectionist, manipulative, too trusting at times

MBTI: INFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Estelle Avery was born on a sunny day in September, the sun pushing aside the rainy clouds of the prior days. What seemed like a good sign was only an indicator of the strong personality that the young girl would eventually grow to call her own. Being a part of the sacred twenty-eight her family raised her in accordance with their expectations and hopes, the customs clear as to what was important and what to be paid mind to. Estelle loved the dance lessons, enjoyed the language and art classes that accompanied her younger years and were, out of interest, pushed further and maintained for most of her life. It was early on that she noticed that along with being gifted in the art of communication, it seemed almost too easy to make friends. A smile here, a wave there and occasionally a sweet chuckle and somehow those considering her near and dear only seemed to grow. The young girl was later told that it was a gift, but the truth was so much harsher than that. Her duty was clear and the gift only a part of that.

To this day Estelle believes herself to be gifted with good looks, charms, and incredible manipulation skills as she has no clue what truth hidden behind the lies is. Decades prior her grandfather, in search of a wife, ended up falling in love with a woman that had charmed him entirely. Believing her claims to be a pureblood, he got married to her. It wasn’t until their children had been born that he stumbled across the truth. His own wife was a veela. Shocked to the core he scrambled to find a way to work with it, caring for his wife yet knowing she went against everything expected of him. Instead of allowing the world to know of it, the secret was hidden underneath the excuse of the gift and no one was any wiser for it. Estelle is unaware of the fact that she is one eight veela and thus proof that their family, or branch thereof no longer belongs to the sacred twenty-eight.

The witch grew up admiring her brother as he was almost like a guiding light in the darkness and many a thing was learned from him. When her time to be sorted came, there wasn’t a need to wonder as the hat called out Slytherin before the hat even had a chance to ruin her perfectly-in-place hair. Estelle was determined to make not only her parents but also the brother in question proud with her accomplishments. Making friends was easy enough. The young girl was determined to do whatever it took to secure what her family needed, becoming the person they wanted her to be with burning determination. Of course, her own needs were not neglected as she grew up a smart and accomplished young witch, a perfectionist at heart. The air of mystery around her never quite dissipated.

Upon graduation Stella began working for the ministry of magic, joining the Department of Magical Co-operation as a translator, extending, and using her language skills to the best of her abilities. The job brought security and influence with it and of course it shined a rather positive light on her family; a benefit she wasn’t at all against. Working her way through the ranks she now is in a position to both plan and secure events of the international kind, as well as working as a liaison and communicator between various species. Estelle is all too willing to use her connections to help out those who fight the fight she believes in, entirely unaware that it is a fight against people like herself.

[notdelicatc]

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Emmeline Vance

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Emmy, Emms, Snake (those that dislike her), Vance

AGE: Twenty Seven

BIRTH DATE: September 23rd, 1952

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Flat in Knockturn Alley, above the shop

OTHER: Vance Manor

OCCUPATION: Curse Breaker (business called 'name tbd', shared with Rabastan Lestrange), also works in the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a curse breaker in support of the auror department

PETS: Barnaby (male, great horned owl)

WAND: Ebony, phoenix feather core, 12 1/2 inches, unyielding

PATRONUS: Chestnut Stallion

BOGGART: Losing her loved ones

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: lavender, ink, petrichor

INSPIRATION

SONG: I'm still here by Sia, Playground by Bea Miller, Can't be tamed by Zara Larsson, Breakfast by Dove Cameron, Villains aren't born by Peggy, One woman army by Porcelain Black, Downtown by Anya Taylor-Joy, Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift, Faded by Sara Farell

PINTEREST: here !!

AESTHETIC: the sound of rain falling against old windows, the scent of lavender and tea on an early morning in fall, long nights, the harshness of winter, the softness of snow, the idea of unpredictability, envelopes sealed with wax, the flicker of a candle, the scent of petrichor in spring, flowers blossoming among a field of withered crops trying to grow again, a flock of birds flying by, storms raging across the sky, the serenity of a still lake, deep waters, coffee and tea

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Ismelda (muggleborn) and Alusius Vance (pureblood).

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Charms club Potions Club, Dueling club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Latin, Norwegian

OTHER LANGUAGES: can read ancient runes, started on but dropped italian due to her mother

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: Thin lines spreading like roots from the palm of her right hand up in the inside of her wrist due to dark magic firing back

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Curse-breaking (skilled)

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, determined, caring, proud, observant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: desperate, impulsive, impatient, reckless, deceptive at times

MBTI: INTJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Emmeline was born to Ismelda and Alusius Vance on September 2rd, 1960 on a stormy night shortly before midnight. Her parents were an unusual pair as Aluisus believed in the ideals of the world he lived in and felt himself part of the pureblood society as much as the next one. While he had known that marrying Ismelda would be looked upon as odd, he’d been drawn to her from the very beginning and simply pushed himself to believe that his one sidestep could not ruin the future of all there was. It had been a mistake that would eventually come to cost him dearly as with each passing day, and later the birth of Emmeline, society made it very clear that they did not in fact approve of his choice. Even though it wasn’t the most widespread fact, their family still paid the price for it. Ismelda herself never found her place in pureblood society and in return disliked the purists and their idea of life.

With Alusius’ firm belief to raise Emmeline the way him and his friends had been raised, the young witch grew up resenting her mother as everything she learned caused her to believe things were very much her mother’s fault. How else could one explain the way things had gone downhill? It started with her, surely it would end with her. Thus, the witch felt drawn to her father, doing her very best to impress him while growing up into a competent witch, who would upon being sorted find herself within Slytherin. For the very first time she truly felt at home, fitting right in with the crowd. The loss of her mother during her second year almost didn’t bother her, was it not for the uncomfortable attention for the two weeks after.

Surrounded by those who would later become supporters and followers of the dark lord, the thrill and the darkness ever present, Emmeline found herself drawn to the same world. These people were friends, her home away from home; there was a loyalty with her that nothing could shatter so easily. Of course, Emmeline Vance wasn’t naive, not as much as one may have thought and yet she saw nothing wrong, did not bother to listen to those outside trying to hammer the truth they believed to be correct into the heads of those that saw the world in a way others may deem cruel.

Upon graduation Emmeline joined the ministry, trained under both the department of magical law enforcement as well as the goblins at Gringott’s as a curse-breaker before fully joining the department, working under the aurors whenever they needed a curse-breaker to grant them access to artifacts or manors. It was around three months after graduation that she joined her friends among the ranks of Death Eaters, taking the mark. It seemed so simple, so logical at the time. In the meantime she buried herself in work, loving the fact that she was surrounded by the dark arts; the one thing she’d always felt at home around - other than potions.

Eventually she connected and opened a shop with a friend, taking things on into a business venture in the making. A shop entirely dedicated to the craft of curse-breaking. The job within the ministry was kept, seeing use within it to help further the cause and if need be adjust things for the Death Eaters' side. Emmeline wasn't one to share her affiliation with anyone who did not need to know, rather using the fact that she could slip in and out of the shadows in order to remain unnoticed for the most part.

The mark on her arm was an ever-lasting reminder of what all of this was for. If the war was won then no one else would ever have to go through what she had to; the disgrace of a mother so unwilling to adjust to a world she simply did not belong in. And Emmeline herself had fought hard for her own place, to earn the respect she now held by giving respect in return.

Now that the war is in full swing, the witch has moments in which she yearns to prove herself but at the same time is very much okay not being the face of the whole situation. Being in the backlines allows her to be as sneaky as she could ever want. As stubborn as she is, it would take quite the shock to challenge her faith and loyalty toward those she cares for as well as the side she's chosen.

[veelavie]

We all have our place in the world. Some simply have found themselves in a nicer place than others. I don't see what's wrong with that. Let the rest be swallowed up in the chaos of life.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Estelle Rosier

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Stella, Siren (by those that dislike her), Petite Colombe (her brother only)

AGE: Twenty

BIRTH DATE: September 13th, 1960

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood (1/8th Veela, secret, unknown to her)

AFFILIATION: Neutral [death eater leaning] (during the war), Ministry of Magic (currently)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Rosier Manor

OTHER: Vacation Home in France

OCCUPATION: Translator, Department of international magical Co-operation, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Felix (british longhair)

WAND: Vine, unicorn core, 11 1/4 inches, hard flexibility

PATRONUS: Stoat

BOGGART: Losing her twin

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: roses, parchment, the scent of the ocean

INSPIRATION

SONG: Breakfast (Dove Cameron), Prom Queen (Molly Kestner), Princesses don't cry (Carys), Killer Queen (Mad Tsai)

PINTEREST: here !!

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Druella Rosier & Evan Rosier Sr.

SIBLINGS: Evan Rosier (twin brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Slug Club, Astronomy Club, Herbology Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Astronomy

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Italian, Norwegian, Mermish, Gobbledegook (still learning, in part)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (decent, practicing), Legilimency (practicing, decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Manipulation (skilled)

POSITIVE TRAITS: perfectionist, manipulative, too trusting at times

NEGATIVE TRAITS: caring, loyal, resourceful

MBTI: INFJ

BIOGRAPHY: (tw tbu)

To be updated

[kathrynalicemc]

MIKAEL PROFILE - HPMA

IDENTITY

Name: Mikael Arcano-Thorne

Nicknames: Mik, Micky, Nerd (by Siv affectionately)

Pronouns: He/him

Birth Date: February 24th, 2002

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: TBD (Bi until proven otherwise)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: Norwegian

Residence: Arcano House in Skalafell, Thorne Abbey in Britain, Fossan Cottage in Fossan Dragon Sanctuary

Languages: English, Norwegian (Modern & Old Norse), French, Latin, Greek, Anglo-Saxon/Ancient English, Arabic, Japanese, Ancient Runes, Sign Language (British and French. Thanks Aunty Devon). He slowly gains these during Hogwarts years to adulthood. (Norwegian accent)

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Ethan Peck

Height: 5’9”

Physique: Average and fit

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Black

Hair style: Curly and short

Scars: None

Clothing: Flannel, jeans, hiker boots, sweaters and sweater vests, dress pants. He wears glasses by the time he gets to Hogwarts.

Tattoos: None

HOGWARTS

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Beech, Phoenix Feather, 10 ¾”

“The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and of full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant.”

Best Classes: Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Potions

Worst Classes: Divination, Herbology

Misc Magical Abilities: None

Boggart Form: Having everyone speaking to him and not understanding them or being understood back

Amortentia: Parchment, dust, pine trees, petrichor, leather

Patronus: Golden Eagle

Animagus: None

Patronus Memory: Playing annual quidditch tournaments at Yuletide with the whole Arcano Family, including his parents, sisters, and cousins

Dementor worst memory: A nightmare he had as a young child

Mirror of Erised: Being captain of the Quidditch team (teenager)

CAREER

11-18: Hogwarts Student (Prefect & Head Boy)

18-21: University student (Linguistics Major)

21+: Linguist and Translator

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Kaari Arcano & Semele Thorne @endlessly-cursed

Sisters: Siv & Lennox Arcano-Thorne

Grandparents: Alatar Arcano & Else Lionette

Grandparents: Anne Crouch & Stefan Thorne

Uncle & Aunt: Annika Arcano & Tyr Fraye

Cousins: Dayamanti, Dafne, and Dielle Arcano

Love Interest: TBD

Best Friends: His sisters and cousins

Friends: River St. James @gaygryffindorgal, Jupiter and Elio Durand @cursed-herbalist, more tbd

PERSONALITY

Child: As a kid, Mikael is pretty carefree and curious about the world. He wanted to join in the annual Yuletide family Quidditch tourney as soon as he could walk and talk. He may fall on the autism scale very slightly. He likes to hang out by himself and focus on his hobbies. He wasn’t super interested in learning combat like the rest of the kids but he still practices with a shortsword to keep in shape for Quidditch. However, he doesn’t like actually fighting someone and prefers peace. He also learns survival skills and tracking from his father and grandfather.

Teenage: He stays the same when a teenager, but even more interested in languages and Quidditch. He plays as a Keeper at Hogwarts and might even become Captain one day. He also becomes Head Boy and Prefect. By the time he finishes Hogwarts, he knows many languages. He doesn’t socialize much so he doesn’t have many friends, but the ones he does have he is loyal to. Mikael is always kind and generous to everyone.

Adulthood: Once he graduates, he attends muggle university (following in his fav cousin Dafne's footsteps) and studies linguistics and history. After that, he will become a Linguist for the Ministry. He might also take jobs on expeditions with various curse breakers or archeologists that hire him.

ATTITUDE

Most at Ease When: Studying languages, playing Quidditch, reading.

Stressed When: Socializing, loud noises, his sisters or cousins being chaotic and getting into trouble

Priorities: Knowledge, languages, family

Strength: Intellect, kind heart, empathetic, athletic, loyal

Weakness: Quiet, loner, can come off as a know it all

FAVORITES

Color: Blue, green, brown

Food: A nice sandwich with meat

Drink: Coffee and Earl Grey tea

Weather: Sunny spring day

Book: Literally any book he can get his hands on. Bonus if it deals with languages or history or both.

Hobbies: Quidditch (Keeper), sparring with a shortsword, reading, chess, hiking/tracking learned from Alatar and Kaari

[sitp-recs]

today is hubby’s bday! few people know this but he was my first supporter when I created this blog - in fact, the whole thing was his idea! at the time I had a starker/MCU blog and did a couple reclists. when I fell back into the drarry pit he was like “what if you did the same thing for drarry but with single recs like those book review YT channels” I was very reluctant because big fandoms can be overwhelming and I didn’t feel creative or qualified to rec HP. not only I wasn’t up to date in terms of reading, I’d always been a lurker and didn’t know anyone around here; starker was a smaller, safe community without an insane to-read list or any other type of pressure. when covid hit I decided to take his advice and created the blog to distract myself at lockdown, that’s how the sit-pee brand kick off 😂 the rest is history. I’m feeling nostalgic and wanted to celebrate him somehow; since he’s a fan of fantasy books and magical creatures - dragons in particular - I decided to do a 🐉 reclist! I’ve been wanting to rec some Charlie rarepair fics so this is the perfect excuse. enjoy!

Drarry:

Sanctuary by @stargazing-enby (2021, G, 2k)

Harry finds warmth in peculiar ways on a freezing Romanian winter day.

Keeping the Dragon Keeper by @xx-thedarklord-xx (2018, T, 4k)

Charlie still wasn’t sure what it was about dragons that drew him in. Perhaps it was their intense nature or the way they protected their kind. Maybe it was the way Harry cared for Draco, or the way the latter always kept an eye on his mate. Either way, he would do anything to protect them.

Tiny Dragons & Where to Find Them by @tasteofshapes (2020, T, 5k)

Draco finds the tiny dragon sleeping on the staircase leading up to the astronomy tower.

Dragon Wings and Flying Things by rillalicious (2018, NR, 6k)

The Annual Broom Race of Sweden is headed through the Swedish Short-Snout dragon reservation. Charlie has arranged for Harry to bring Teddy. In the midst of all the excitement, Harry finds out that one of the most famous Dragonologists in recent history is someone very familiar.

Fighting fire with fire by azyxy (2021, E, 12k)

As Deputy Director of the Ministry’s Fire Brigade, Draco Malfoy is an expert firefighter. But after things get out of hand in what should have been a routine operation and Harry Potter arrives to help, Draco finds himself getting hot and bothered for totally unprofessional reasons.

Fata Morgana by @icmezzo (2014, M, 16k)

“It’s only a mirage,” they tell Draco (and Pepper). “You must be imagining,” they dismiss him in turn. But Draco Malfoy is certain that something is out there, and, come hell or Harry Potter, he’ll find out. He will.

Next Time I Fall by sassy_cissa (2019, E, 21k)

When Harry visits Charlie in Romania – he ends up finding more than he bargained for.

Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (2016, E, 22k)

Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?

Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants (2022, E, 33k)

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is. Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed?

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (2017, E, 45k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 (2011, E, 46k)

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released.

An Offering of Dragons by Lomonaaeren (2015, M, 46k)

Harry decides that he really needs to take a holiday. He hits on the idea of touring the respective dragon sanctuaries of the world, and invites Draco, who he’s casually dating, to come with him.

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w, art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (2022, E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Such Great Heights by aideomai (2015, E, 93k)

Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

Chasing Dragons by @the-sinking-ship (2021, E, 98k)

Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself?

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (2021, E, 140k)

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine.

Rarepairs:

love on high by tryslora (2015, E, 1.3k) - Charlie/Draco

Charlie loves to take Draco up on dragon back and fuck him high above the ground.

Use My Last Breath (to say I love you) by Cassiara (2020, E, 6k) - Charlie/Harry

Harry loves the way Charlie's hands feel around his neck. He's not sure how to feel about the tiny dragon or the long-distance relationship.

On the Same Side by rillalicious (2018, M, 7.5k) - Charlie/Teddy

Teddy is heading to Romania to protest a proposed anti-dragon law. He finds an interesting ally there.

Where the kind things are by epsilonargus (2018, T, 8k) - Charlie/Teddy

Charlie didn't think there was any other way to live, until he was forced to take Teddy Lupin in as a dragon trainer. Teddy didn't think he could ever be forgiven, until Charlie Weasley told him there was no shame in being kind.

Putting Charlie Right by mindabbles (2018, E, 9k) - Charlie/Teddy

Teddy is good at his job. He can take the most disorganised, poorly maintained record keeping system and have it pass any audit within weeks. Teddy is very, very good at his job, and he’d be able to prove that fact if Charlie wasn’t bent on distracting him.

In the Land of Dragons by megyal (2008, M, 10k) - Charlie/Draco

Charlie's job has changed from dragon-keeper to dragon-hunter in the apocalyptic aftermath of the war. DH-based, but not EWE-compliant; I'm sure I can say it veers into AU territory. Influenced by the movie Reign of Fire.

Exhaling Invisible Fire by gonergone (2014, G, 12k) - Charlie/Harry

As the Wizarding World tries to get itself back in order, Harry needs takes the opportunity for a rest.

Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 14k) - Charlie/Teddy/Harry/Draco, minor Charlie/Bill

Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.

Dreaming Skies by @sweet-s0rr0w and @tackytigerfic (2021, E, 20k) - Draco/Ron

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected...

Licurici by @lou-isfake (2021, E, 133k) - Harry/Charlie/Draco

Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either. He hadn’t planned on anything but living out his days in Romania, with his friends and his dragons and his safe, peaceful distance. Apparently, it wasn’t a very popular plan.

[healertm]

some ghost au hcs.  ― (under the cut bc there’s many)

her hands are very soft apart from her calloused palms. she draws blood from there often, and even though she knows she has others she could use for that she feels it is unnecessary.

as proud of she is of her success in her practices, many-a-ritual over the time has left many scars or markings on her which she is very self-conscious about.

she is, for the most part, humble, but cannot help taking pride whenever someone approaches her for advice or help on a topic they could not get from anyone else. she likes being relied on, y'know? makes her feel useful.

her main focus in her practice of the dark magic is re-animation and blood magic despite her knowledge of its potential repercussions. 

she wears a veil over her face during her ceremonies because whenever performing them, she has to lock eye contact with someone ( due to minor performance anxiety ), and she would rather not be approached as to why an individual was singled out. especially if it is a ritual testing her skills that will be used to gauge her performance and ranking.

she only takes cold showers.

her handwriting is horrible, much like “doctor” script.

she also plans on publishing her studies, at some point when she deems them done, for the ministry to use and refer back to. her penn name is vespera.

lyra suffers from extreme paranoia, but often passes it off as intuition. she seems rather adept at easing her mind and reaching that “numb” or “thoughtless” state. perhaps its the hours of meditation.

she has a very light norwegian accent. it’s most obviously being suppressed, but comes out whenever she mumbles / talks to herself. her voice overall is very calming to listen to.

[endlessly-cursed]

HM- Semele Thorne

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

Name: Semele Alexandrina Thorne 

Nicknames: Mel, Lex 

Birthdate: 20th of August, 1973 

Zodiac Sign: Leo 

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd 

Blood Status: Half-blood 

Nationality: British 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Brown 

Eyes: Black 

Height: 1.68m 

Weight: 64kg 

Body Type: Lithe 

Skin Tone: White 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): She has her ears pierced and a small birthmark on her elbow 

Background

Hometown

Thorne Abbey was her family’s ancestral home and many have lived there for eight hundred years. With time, it was remodelated to keep up with the new world ahead of them, and Semele grew up nearly in the lap of luxury. 

Family

Mother: Anne Kenya Thorne, neé Crouch 

Though no great beauty, she was one of the wealthiest women of the wizarding world, and was a loving mother, a savvy politician and an incredible woman, and one of the first women to marry outside the pureblood circles. Semele loved her and held her fondly. Sadly, she passed away during the FWW, chased by one of Voldemort’s goons, and died on her husband’s arms. 

Father: Stefan Thorne 

A famous philosopher, with the Thorne wealth amassed by his ancestor, Marcellus, he gained political and social power, and met his wife through a debate who also happened to be his rival. He was besotted by her quick wit, oratory and rethoric skills and cunning. He was eight years her senior, but they clicked, and were of agreeable age (Anne was twenty-five) and after a year of will-they-won’t-they, they got married and went on to work again. Months later, their first daughter, Semele, was born. They had a second child, a boy, who sadly passed away of a high fever. Nevertheless, they loved their little girl and gave her a thorough education, expecting her to follow into their footsteps and even become Minister of Magic. 

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin 

Best Class: History of Magic, DADA, Charms and Muggle Studies 

Worst Class: Divination 

Boggart: Her parents are killed by Voldemort 

Riddikulus: Voldemort is turned into a Victorian soprano 

Patronus: tbd 

Patronus Memory: Her father showering her in kisses, 

Mirror of Erised: Herself, with her family and her mother watching proud 

Amortentia (what she smells like): melon perfume, white roses cream, expensive shampoo, victoria sponge and cherry blossoms 

Amortentia (what she smells): Wood, the sea, pine trees, butterbeer, fire smoke and wet dirt 

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student 

20-21: Member of the Phoenix Resistance 

22-24: Stay-at-home mother in Skalafell 

25-57: Politician in the Norwegian Ministry

58-64: Minister of Magic in Norway

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her family, her career, her father’s safety and her legacy 

Strengths: Cunning, ambitious, loyal to the bone, savvy and unapologetic 

Weaknesses: Proud, stubborn and wary of everybody 

Stressed: During the SWW 

Calm/Comforted: With her family 

Favorites

Colors: Green, red, royal blue and white 

Weather: Sunny with a small breeze 

Hobbies: Reading, making speeches, training and flowers 

Fashion: Semele dresses neatly and showing off that she’s an aspiring politician, and you will often think how fashionable she is 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Kaari Arcano ( @kathrynalicemc​ ) 

Kaari and Semele met during Hogwarts, though they got along well enough, their paths wouldn’t cross until the events of the Phoenix Resistance, where, while she didn’t have a major role, her power and influence would help Kaari’s quest and the two of them reconnected. 

They started dating soon after and Kaari took her to Skalafell, where she was at first underestimated for being ‘too pretty and posh to be here’ but soon proved to have enough nerve and stomach to be a citizen and future wife of an Arcano. They married a year later and went on to have two children (though it’s a possibility that I’ll create a third hehe), Siv and Mikael. They lived a happy, fulfilled marital life and were supportive on each other’s careers. 

Friends: tbd 

Rivals: tbd (though she’d have many) 

Trivia

Because of her social status, she could afford the best duelling tutors, which made her an excellent dueller 

She is very open-minded and brought many ideas and reformations to the Swedish ministry 

She also picked up the complex language is less than two years, thanks to her mother-in-law and dear husband 

She’s a huge fan of Queen and ABBA  

She also wrote numerous essays proving that some (rather misgynistic and archaic) philosophers and politicians were wrong 

She also funded a university for Skalafell and the neighbouring villages should they want to broaden their knowledge beyond Hogwarts and Durmstrang 

She fought bravely in the Battle of Hogwarts, proving that she was more than a pretty rich girl 

She wasn’t the strongest in Skalafell, but she was the smartest and wittiest 

Though she loves both of her children, she’s the fondest of her daughter, Siv, whom they have a strong bond with being the firstborn 

She enriched Skalafell and brought some modernity 

Though she was mostly in Skalafell, she didn’t forget about Thorne Abbey and went there to visit her aging father 

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Across Time -29

Summary: Infiltrating the Ministry of Magic for the locket was hard enough, but what will you do when the time turner you were wearing starts to spin as you’re apparating out of there in a panic? Letting go of your friend’s hand to stop it turning, you land on soft grass, hitting your head on something hard and knocking out. When you come to, you’re in a cabin with an old man, eyes crystal blue as he takes care of you, speaking a language you’d never heard before, he introduces himself as Ragnar after you’ve cast a spell to understand his language. You travel to a small town with him, everyone is dressed as though you’re in the ninth century and you're greeted by four men, all of them sharing the clear blue eyes of the man you had been travelling with, all with the same colored hair, all except for one of these men. Raven black hair and the most blue eyes you’ve ever seen, even the whites of his eyes are blue. Ragnar introduces you to Ivar, the raven haired cripple who is one of his sons. As you travel to England in hope of finding a way back, you realise that this was not your England, not the one you grew up in. Defeated, you return to Kattegat with Ivar but soon he figures out, as Ragnar did, that you are not quite all you seem. How will you get home, if ever? A broken time turner, stuck in a time before your own, how can you fix the time turner and get back to your friends before it’s too late?

(Warnings: some angst, fluffy stuff, more angst and a little more fluff:3)

Credit for the moodboard goes to the amazing @quantumlocked310

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You couldn’t help but smile as you looked over the frost covered forest, far from the distant sounds of fighting as you took in the serenity of being back in Norway, back home, your eyes moving to the grave in front of you, a sad smile on your lips. Your hands gently moved to your stomach as you looked down at it, the small bump that had begun to grow already, for just a small second, everything was right, everything was in place as you stood on Norwegian soil again, taking a deep breath of the cold, crisp air as you closed your eyes. However, your serene moment was cut short as Minerva flew towards you, landing on your arm as you outstretched it, your torque necklace in her beak, the one you had given to Ivar so he could send for you should he need you. You grabbed the torque necklace, easily put it on and sighed softly, looking back down at the grave, kneeling down, one of your hands gently touching a frost covered stone. “I have to go love, but I’ll be back soon… dad couldn’t come this time but I’ll bring him next time, I promise…” your voice wavered a little as you spoke, eyes tearing up but eventually you forced yourself to stand backup and apparate to an area closer to Ivar, eventually walking the rest of the way to Ivar on foot as Minerva flew ahead of you, your sword and dagger strapped to your hips as you picked up your pace until you saw two figures. One was your Ivar, sitting next to someone you didn’t recognise, slumped posture and greasy hair. Ivar turned as he heard your footsteps, the sound of leaves crunching as you stepped over them and the frost that covered them. You frowned at Ivar as he looked at you with a soft expression, your eyes turning to the figure as they turned to look over their shoulder at you, your eyes widening in at the realisation. You carefully approached as you stared down at a dishevelled Hvitserk, walking around both him and Ivar to stand in front of him. You slowly kneeled down, making sure it was really him before slapping his cold cheek, glaring at him as he held it in shock. Just as Hvitserk looked back at you, you raised your other hand, about to slap him again when you saw him just sit there, expecting it, his eyes bloodshot and you looked down, lowering your hand as you dabbled in between hugging him and slapping him again “you look like shit” you muttered, glancing at Ivar who managed a small smile at your words “so says Ivar… I feel like it” Hvitserk muttered and you sighed again, taking in his dishevelled appearance before turning to your bag, sticking your arm into it and pulling out a fur cloak you had with you from Kiev, placing it around him, making sure it was snugly wrapped around him before glancing at Ivar and moving over to sit next to him on the other side, Ivar between you and Hvitserk as you stared ahead with a glare you didn’t want to aim at Hvitserk right now, he looked to be near death already.

“I am sorry… I heard about Ba-”

“Don’t say his name, you don’t deserve to say his name” you snapped, turning your glare to Hvitserk who looked hurt, but this time you didn’t care. “Just because I made sure you’re not freezing to death, doesn’t mean I’ll ever forgive you for abandoning us, abandoning me… I wouldn’t even touch you if you were the last man on this planet” you snapped before looking ahead again, the memory of Balder being brought up again along with your recent visit brought tears to your eyes, Ivar putting a soft hand on your shoulder to soothe you, tears nearly spilling down your cheeks.

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You didn’t even look at Hvitserk as you sat with him, Ivar and Igor. Igor awkwardly looked between the three of you, Hvitserk occasionally daring a glance at you and Ivar knew how angry you were, so he just let you be, he wasn’t too keen on losing a limb. You tuned out Ivar and Hvitserk’s conversation, opting to read one of your smaller books instead, making it obvious to Hvitserk that you were way beyond pissed at him. Your attention was brought out of your book and into reality when you heard that name, that bloody name you had almost forgotten. “It IS Freydis!” Ivar hissed quietly, jumping when you slammed your book shut and turned to look at him with a blank expression, staring at Ivar before turning to look at a still uneasy Hvitserk who softly shook his head “no… no I saw her body, Ivar. White Hair killed her before you left… I saw her body, she’s dead” Hvitserk confirmed, daring to glance at you but you had already picked your book back up and begun to read it again, Ivar giving you a weary look before going back to talking with his brother about the very odd coincidence.

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You stood besides Ivar as you watched the show below, actually opting to stand between Ivar and Oleg instead of Ivar and Hvitserk, something that caused Oleg to have a constant smirk on his lips and Hvitserk to look at you with a sad expression that you didn’t even care for. You watched the horses and the men on top as everything began, your arm linked with Ivar’s as you leaned your head on his shoulder, watching everything below, slowly forgetting about everything. About Hvitserk, about Oleg, about everything but Ivar, Igor and the child you were carrying, your hand moving down and covering your stomach at the thought, a small smile forming on your face as you rubbed the small bump that was barely there yet. “When you were in that army, did you ever walk like that?” Ivar asked in a whisper, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you softly shook your head “no, no we were just kids back then… though I bet Umbridge would have us walking like that to and from classes every day if she had it her way” you lightly joked, Ivar smiling in amusement, turning his head and kissing the crown of your head as he continued to watch the people below march, hearing you hum quietly at the small kiss, leaning into Ivar’s touch.

“Who can resist such an army? Nobody. Not King Harald. Not Björn Ironside… they’re like children, they and their Gods will be destroyed… this, my good friends, is the end of paganism… the end of the pegan Gods…” Oleg’s words made you frown as you looked at Ivar, seeing him look at Oleg with a concerned look. You moved your hand from his arm to take his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze that brought him out of his trance, his eyes moving to you and you subtly shook your head with a smile, silently telling him that it wouldn’t be, you knew how much Ivar’s Gods meant to him. Ivar leaned down and softly kissed your lips, his hand letting go of yours to cup your cheek lovingly as you gladly kissed him back, parting from him with a soft smile as the two of you just looked at each other.

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You couldn’t sleep, eyes open as you stared at the ceiling above, hand on your growing bump as you neared the mark for two months, a frown on your brow as you heard Ivar groan quietly, rolling over in bed and noticing your eyes shining from the moonlight that managed to slip through. Ivar moved up to rest on his elbow, placing a hand over your own on your barely noticeable bump, studying you despite the darkness before deciding to speak up “what are you thinking about, hm? Our child?” Ivar asked quietly and you finally looked at him, shrugging lightly as you looked back down at your stomach “you were right before… that it was a boy… what do you think it is now?” you asked, forcing a soft smile but Ivar just tilted his head at you “that is not what you’re truly thinking about…” he pointed out and you sighed, looking back up at him “I’m worried, that’s all… but I don’t want to talk about it… so,” you moved to cuddle closer with Ivar as he laid back down, your head resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you “what do you think it is?” you asked again, Ivar smiling softly as his hand gently traced up and down your arm, forcing your worries to disappear and sleep to finally begin taking effect. “I think… it is a girl…” Ivar stated softly, looking back down at you, seeing through the darkness that your eyes were closed as you smiled softly and hummed “a girl…” you hummed again, thinking it over before getting more comfortable at his side as you decided to finally try and get some sleep “I’d like a girl…” you noted before falling asleep, Ivar chuckling quietly and kissing the top of your head as he watched you fall asleep. Just as Ivar had closed his eyes and decided to get some sleep himself, the door creaked open, a woman beckoning him silently to follow her. Ivar cast a worried glance at you before kissing your head and then placing his hand over your stomach, making sure you were asleep and comfortable before following the woman with a confused frown.

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You couldn’t help but glare as Ivar talked with Katia by a barrel with fire, your eyes burning holes in that black hair as you saw Ivar lean a bit closer to her to say something before walking towards you, as if unaware of your clear display of hatred. “(Y/N)...” you didn’t even look at Hvitserk when he said your name, but he knew you were listening “I-.... do not worry, hm, nothing is going on between them, you are Ivar’s wife, you are carrying his child, as unbelievable as that is… he worship you, he would n-” Hvitserk shut up when you finally looked at him with that same glare, Hvitserk deciding to maybe not push his luck as Ivar sat down between the two of you, finally noticing your burning glare but before he could ask, you stood up and left. Ivar watched you leave with a small frown, Hvitserk leaning closer “she thinks you are betraying her with Katia…” Hvitserk pointed out and Ivar looked with shock at Hvitserk before turning to look back at you, seeing you stand with Minerva on your arm, looking out into the distance with a concerned frown. “Are you?” Hvitserk asked and Ivar looked back at his brother with concern, softly shaking his head “then what were the two of you talking about, hm?” he asked and Ivar tensed, glancing at Katia before looking back at you. “Last night… Katia had someone wake me up and lead me to a room, she tried to seduce me while dressed as Freydis, I told her I was true to my wife, that I loved her” Ivar explained and Hvitserk softly shook his head and groaned. “And now I talked to her to let her know it was never happening again, ever” Ivar added, Hvitserk softly shaking his head again before pointing at you “you best tell her, Ivar, because for her, Freydis was the only woman who ever came close to taking you away from her, and Katia looks and now acts just like her” Hvitserk explained and Ivar thought it over before sighing “I cannot, she will kill Katia” Ivar explained in a harsh whisper, Hvitserk rolling his eyes at his younger brother “and you are the only one who can talk her out of it, now go be a man and talk to your wife” Hvitserk snapped, Ivar thinking over Hvitserk’s words before nodding to himself, grabbing his crutch and walking towards you with determination.

You noticed Ivar’s form moving towards you out of the corner of your eye, a small groan escaping you as you had Minerva fly off your arm, your hands folding in front of you as you stared ahead, trying your hardest to look unbothered. “We need to talk-”

“No shit” you mumbled, still not looking at Ivar and he sighed, thinking things over before coming up with an idea, sort of. “Can a muggle swear an Unbreakable Vow?” Ivar suddenly asked, noting how this seemed to pique your interest, your head turning ever so slightly with the aim to look at him, but you looked ahead before it could get that far. “I’d think so, why?” you asked quietly, looking down as Ivar took a step closer to you “I would like to swear an Unbreakable Vow. To you” Ivar stated calmly and this time you looked at him like he had three heads, frowning at him with concern as though he had lost his mind. “Ivar-”

“So, get out your stick-”

“Wand”

“Yes yes, get out your wand, and let me swear an oath to you” Ivar demanded with a soft smile, watching you as you narrowed your eyes at him with suspicion, turning to face him fully now, arms crossed over your chest as you tried to read him. “Why would you swear an oath, Ivar? And what would you even swear upon?” You asked with suspicion, but Ivar just smiled softly at you as he stepped closer, cupping your cheek with his free hand “that I will never love anyone but you, that I would never have sex with Katia or anyone else, that I will always be yours” Ivar stated calmly, noting the way tears began to form in your eyes but you tried to blink them away as you looked away “you can’t promise that, Ivar… what if one day it happens, hm? Then you’d die, probably before you even realised it yourself, I can’t have you dying” you muttered, trying to lean out of his grasp but he threw his crutch to the side and cupped both of your cheeks instead, leaving you with no choice but to face him. “I will never, ever, love anyone but you, my dear wife, mother of my child… never” he whispered and you softly shook your head as tears once again began to form in your eyes “Ivar, you can’t make me do something like that, it can never, ever be broken, ever, not with a promise like that” you whispered, trying to make sure he understood but Ivar just leaned closer, planting a sweet kiss on your lips before leaning back to look at you “now, what is needed for it to happen, hm?” he asked casually and you tensed but sighed, looking down “hypothetically… just me and my wand…” you admitted, Ivar nodding to himself as he let go of your face to allow you to get your wand.

You hesitantly got out your wand, looking at him with great concern, even as you reached for his hand, holding his wrist as he held yours. Were you actually doing this? You tried to pull your hand away but Ivar held onto your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to get his point across. “Ivar I can’t do this to you just because of my own insecurity! Y-You’ll have lasting scars and you can’t know if you might one day fall in love with someone else and-”

“I believe it is my fate to love you” Ivar cut you off, silencing you as you sighed at him with a defeated look “Ivar, I might be insecure about Katia but-”

“This is not about Katia. I know I will never love anyone else, I know it is my fate to be with you and only you until the day I die, this will only be another reminder of my love for you” Ivar stated with a stern yet soft voice, his other hand slowly raising your wand to point it at your interlocked wrists, giving you a reassuring nod “it is alright, it is what I want” he said in a gentle voice, a sigh escaping you once more as you softly shook your head “Ivar, what you’re asking me to do is-... Ivar, this is powerful magic… it can’t be undone” you warned, trying once again to pull your wrist away but he continued to hold onto it, a soft expression on his face “I know it cannot be undone, that is why I want to do it. I love you, I will never love anyone else for as long as I live, we are fated to love each other” Ivar stated softly and you sighed, leaning closer and kissing his lips softly before carefully pulling your wrist out of his grasp “I’m not saying no… but I’m giving you until tonight to think it over, this is not something like getting married, getting a tattoo or even having children, this is very powerful magic and is not to be taken lightly, especially since I’ve never cast one before” you warned, Ivar nodding as he leaned in and gave your lips a quick kiss “I will not change my mind, but I will wait until tonight” Ivar said and you nodded with a soft smile, giving him one last kiss before parting from him and walking towards Hvitserk.

Hvitserk tensed as he noticed you walk closer, a soft expression on your face as you sighed and kneeled down in front of him, fiddling with your hands in front of him, gaze locked on your own hands as you thought over what to say. “Ivar has asked me to do something with him… something very dangerous… talk him out of it, please, because if he unknowingly breaks the promises he will make to me during this, he will die, not because I want him to but it will be out of my control if it happens, so talk him out of it since he won’t listen to me…” you warned, looking up a Hvitserk before sighing again “do this for me, at least try, and I’ll forgive you” you added before getting up, looking towards a flock of birds in the sky, a soft smile forming on your lips “it’s spring…” you muttered, casting one last glance at Hvitserk before leaving.

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You were ready to go to bed when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and since you already knew who they belonged to, you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you sighed. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” you asked quietly, Ivar softly shaking his head as he kissed your shoulder “no, tomorrow we sail to war, and I want you to remember my love for you, which will always be eternal” at his words, you turned around in Ivar’s arms, cupping his cheeks with a deep frown “you don’t need a magical vow to remind me of that, I’m reminded every day” you whispered, taking one of his hands and leading it to your stomach where your child was growing, tears in your eyes as Ivar sighed softly while looking at your stomach. “It is what I want…” he muttered in a whisper and you sighed, nodding as you grabbed your wand from nearby, “Ivar no, it’s what you want to do for me…” you pleaded, eyes silently begging him not to ask this of you, making Ivar realise just how scared the thought made you. “What scares you so much, hm? That I would one day fall in love with someone else? That it would be Katia?-”

“Ivar-”

“It will never happen, my love. Katia was not the woman fighting by my side, Katia was not the woman who first showed me I could truly be with a woman, Katia was not the woman who was carrying my child and she was not the woman who has been fighting in battle, sword in hand, covered in the blood of my enemies. That was not her, was it? You may not believe in fate but I know it is my fate to love you” Ivar’s words were surprisingly soft as he cupped your face in his hand, your eyes closing as you leaned into his touch, sighing softly “Ivar, this is powerful magic, magic I’m not confident or comfortable doing… and dooming you because of my insecurities are-”

“You would not be dooming me, my love, I know it scares you, hm? But you do not need to be afraid. It is my fate to love you until the day I die, you, not Katia… and why would I ever want a princess when I could have a fierce shieldmaiden, hm?” his last sentence made a small chuckle leave your lips, a few tears running down your cheeks as you smiled, shaking your head softly at him “I won’t do that to you, Ivar…” you whispered quietly, Ivar nodding as he shrugged, his hand dropping form your face to take your hand in his “then let us get something else, hm?” he asked as he was practically dragging you outside, only stopping when you frowned confused at him and stopped, a smile still on your lips “what?” you asked curiously, seeing him smirk that devilishly handsome smirk of his whenever he was up to something clever “you know how those scars will look?” he asked, seeing you nod which in turn made him nod as he took your hand in his again “then we will get them, Hvitserk can draw them, yes?” he asked cheerily and you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at him as you followed him outside to Hvitserk’s tent, Ivar practically barging inside to a sleeping Hvitserk who awoke with a jolt, a dagger ready until he saw Ivar and you. “Ivar? (Y/N)? What-”

“Get up brother, my lovely wife and I need you” Ivar stated dramatically, a giggle leaving your lips as you mouthed a quick ‘I’m sorry’ to Hvitserk who groaned as he got out of his cot. “What do you need in the middle of the night, hm?” he asked annoyed and Ivar held up a finger like he just had the greatest idea ever “ah, yes. My wife and I have decided to get a particular drawing each, one resembling something from her world, I was wondering if you could help us” Ivar stated as he made himself comfortable on Hvitserk’s cot now that he was standing, though you were more hesitant. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to tattoo you?” Hvitserk asked confused, sleep clearly still having a grasp on him, Ivar however was wide awake “yes” he stated plainly, Hvitserk turning to you as you sighed softly “sorry” you whispered, Hvitserk groaning as he ran a hand down his face before nodding. “Alright, what?” he asked and Ivar smirked at you before looking back at his brother to explain it.

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“This… is where we will attack. Here is the mouth of the river leading into Harald’s capital… no doubt Björn will block it, as well as planning other surprises” Ivar noted before turning to look at you briefly as you stood by his side, your eyes locked on the carved out map of where they would be attacking. “The famous Björn Ironside… are you certain he’ll be there?” Oleg asked and you chuckled briefly, smirking as you continued to study the map “oh, he’ll be there… Ivar is the bane of his existence” you said teasingly and looked at Ivar, seeing him roll his eyes gently as he smirked at you “and you are the light of my life, my love. Now, I am also certain he will be there, so, we should attack the beach” Ivar gestured to said destination on the map. “Won’t they expect that?” a man asked and you chuckled, looking at Ivar with a smirk as you cupped his cheek in the hand that had the markings on it “exactly” you pointed out and smirked at the man, looking back at Ivar before looking at the map, your hand dropping from his face to rest on his chest. “But they will not expect us to know that the beach shelves steeply and quickly… and that our ships,” Ivar picked up one of the small model ships, showing it to you with a smirk that you returned, watching him as he placed it on it’s side near the ‘beach’ “will capsize if they get too close. Which is why, we will bring these smaller barges with us, transfer our warriors into them and simply…” Ivar placed one of the figures on the beach itself “storm their beach” he ended, looking at you and enjoying the agreeing smirk you gave him before walking away, patting his shoulder as you did. You walked over to Igor and guided him away from the rest, kneeling down in front of him and smiling up at him with a soft expression, taking a pendant out of your bag and handing it to Igor. “You will come with us… and I want you to wear this… it may not be very… manly, to wear… but it would put some of my worries to rest if you would do this for me, wearing it under your armour” you whispered quietly, looking up at Igor as he examined the pendant, it was a stone carved as your house animal, hanging on a string that would reach about his collarbone. “This animal, it means something to you, yes?” Igor asked and you smiled fondly at him as you nodded softly “yes… this is the animal that has watched over me since I entered Hogwarts… it was my family for a long time, along with my friends… maybe now it’ll watch over you” you ended, taking the pendant from him and loosening the string, showing him how so he could adjust the length later, then you put it over his head and let it rest against his chest. “I will wear it, I promise” Igor said and you nodded, mostly to yourself, putting on a forced smile as you stood up and hugged him “no matter what happens… don’t forget it, alright?” you asked quietly, parting from Igor to see him nod which made you nod as well, again, mostly for your own sake.

You and Igor went back to the others and Oleg noticed the new pendant around Igor’s neck and he laid down near the map itself, his eyes briefly finding you as you went back to Ivar’s side, lovingly wrapping an arm around him and resting your chin on his shoulder. “Why can’t we attack here?” Igor asked, gesturing to a section cut off, leading to the mountains, which Ivar promptly explained, saying it was an impossible barrier, a smirk finding it’s way onto your lips at his words “Ivar…” you tsked, gathering his attention as you smirked and tilted your head at him “nothing is impossible for you” you whispered with a grin, giggling as you saw the gears in his head beginning to turn, a smirk playing at his lips as well.

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You were standing next to Igor and Ivar, currently talking with the little boy you had begun to care so much for, the two of you laughing until you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, a groan leaving your lips as you shut your eyes tightly and dodged down with Igor, opening your eyes and looking at the arrow that was sticking through your shoulder, Ivar’s eyes wide as he saw it, ordering his men to fire their arrows before he turned to you to make sure you were okay, but you held out a hand to stop him. “I’m fine, if you go down you might never come up again” you half joked before grunting in pain, Ivar scoffing quietly at your humour, glancing at Hvitserk who nodded and kneeled down by your side. “This is going to hurt, (Y/N)” he warned but you scoffed quietly “can’t be worse than getting stabbed in the gut and then going into labour” you muttered and Hvitserk cringed ever so slightly before pulling the arrow out in one swift motion, a scream tearing through your throat that made Ivar lose focus for a brief second. You panted heavily, as the pain tore through you, grasping your wand and with a quick wave and a whisper, a bandage wrapped itself around your shoulder, the pain immediately lessening, making you sigh in relief as you leaned your head back, eyes shut as you clutched your wounded shoulder. You opened your eyes and looked at a horrified Igor, gently grasping his shoulder and forcing a smile “I’m alright, I’m magical, remember?” you asked half jokingly and he nodded, wrapping his arms tightly around you and you gladly hugged him back with your healthy arm. “I’m okay… I promise, I’m okay, now act like the King you truly are” you whispered the last part and he parted from you with a nod, wiping away the beginning of a few tears and you smiled at him “bloody hell I’m proud of you” you mumbled before standing up, still making sure to stay low so you wouldn’t get hit with any more arrows. You managed to stand up and kiss Ivar’s cheek before ducking an arrow, grinning at him as he turned and smirked at you, softly shaking his head “you will be the death of me, woman!” he shouted over the sound of men fighting and screaming, a chuckle escaping you and you raised your arm and showed him the mark that was on the opposite arm of his own, an even bigger smirk forming on his face as he was reminded.

You continued to stay low until you got closer and closer to the barricade that had been set up and set aflame, you almost stood up fully but as arrows flew past both you and Igor, Ivar quickly forced Igor behind cover, making you duck down as well “keep him safe, yes?” Ivar asked over the noise and you nodded, giving him a kiss before hiding behind the cover with a shield and Igor, making sure he was safe no matter what. You watched with worry as a woman got closer and closer to where you, Ivar and Igor were, Ivar was ready to throw one of his knives as you unsheathed your sword, it had been a while since you had used it but you wanted to protect Igor. As you got closer and closer to the mountain you were meant to climb, you turned to Igor, grasping his shoulders to make sure he was paying attention to you “you follow me or Ivar, if you feel weak or like you’re losing your grip you tell me, understand? You tell me straight away, it doesn’t matter if you think you can handle it or has it under control” you warned and Igor nodded, making you let out an anxious breath as you pulled him into a tight hug before parting from him, nodding as you took him in before turning to Ivar and stretched your shoulder a bit, the pain almost gone already thanks to the bandages. “I’m alright, don’t think I can use a levitation charm on myself though” you muttered, Ivar scoffing lightly as he cupped your cheek and put his forehead against yours, both of your eyes shut as you enjoyed the moment. “I love you, my dear (Y/N), more than my body is capable of handling” he admitted and you nearly cried, a soft smile on your lips as you sighed “I love you too… now stop acting like you’ll never see me again” you jokingly commanded and Ivar smirked at you, nodding as he finally parted from you.

As you turned to face the mountain you felt your throat close up, an anxious feeling taking hold in your gut but you forced yourself forward anyway, placing a hand over your stomach “we’ll be alright… promise” you mumbled before getting ready to climb with the others. Just as everyone was about to climb, a few had even begun already, you turned to Ivar and Igor, digging through your bag and taking out a vial. “This will help you, take a small sip each” you instructed, letting Igor drink first, then Ivar, and then you drank the rest, sighing softly as you nodded to yourself and put the vial back in your bag, Igor frowning as he looked down at himself “what was that?” he asked in confusion and you shrugged lightly “strengthening solution… makes you stronger” you admitted and Ivar shrugged himself “tasted like shit” he mumbled and both you and Igor laughed as you went towards the mountain to climb it.

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You let out a scream as you blocked another attack, using your shield to bash them, using their moment of weakness to cut their throat before turning to the next enemy, a small grin on your face as you panted, soaked in blood and mud, it was like you had never let go of your sword at all, like it was a part of your arm, an extension, and so you used it as such, lasting longer than you thought you would’ve, but maybe the apparating helped a little bit, and the sword that was lighter and sharper than theirs, you made a mental note to thank Ivar for it again. You fought your way towards Ivar, a brief flash of the time you saw Mathilda in battle reached you, making you cut off the head of another in anger, turning and bashing another as they attacked you, your shield meeting their face, repeatedly, until it broke, your hand instantly letting go of it, taking out your wand in the hand that had held your shield. You apparated behind a soldier about to cut down a figure you knew well, piercing him with your sword and when you saw Ivar, you saw who was in front of him, your eyes widening as you saw Ivar’s sword in Björn stomach, disbelief in his eyes, especially as he turned and looked at you. You stayed by Ivar’s side as Ivar pulled the sword out of Björn, a frown on your face as you watched Björn hold his wound in pain. As he fell to the ground, you looked at Ivar, frowning softly at his glum expression. You cupped his cheek so he would look at you, giving him a soft smile before kissing his lips briefly “it’s alright to not be okay with it…” you whispered before kissing his bloodied cheek and turning back to Björn, leaning down and taking the sword from his hand, at first he tried to take it back, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood, but he stopped as he realised you were placing it on his chest, placing his hands over it to hold it. “I’ve heard this is the way you want to go… vikings…” you muttered and he nodded weakly, making you nod as well.

“When you see Ragnar… could you tell him I miss him?” you asked with tears in your eyes, unsure if their Valhalla even existed but you wanted Ragnar to be alive in some way. Björn nodded weakly and you sighed heavily, standing back up and turning to Ivar briefly before looking back at Björn “and tell him-.... Tell him I’m not the one who speaks funny, he is” you stated half jokingly, forcing a smile as Björn tried to laugh a little. You turned away and walked back to Igor, leaving Ivar with Björn’s body as you couldn’t look at it any longer, tears running down your face but you put on a smile as you reached Igor, hugging him tightly, he had probably been worried sick about you. “I’m alright, sweet Igor… I’m alright…” you muttered, softly kissing his head before just enjoying the hug, eyes closed.

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