#revelio.intro

[pendvlums]

hi  ,  my  name  is  s  and  of  course  i  used  this  unbothered  ,  bleeped  out  gif  of  luka  bc  that  is  peak  demetrius  energy  !  but  i  digress  .  just  a  lil  abt  me  ,  i’m  twenty  one  ,  and  if  you’re  ever  wondering  why  i’m  active  at  the  weirdest  of  times  ,  i’m  not  just  a  night  owl  but  i  regret  to  inform  you  my  tz  is  the  gmt  !  i  haven’t  rped  in  like  ...  over  a  year  ?  bc  i  just  graduated  ,  so  bare  with  me  whilst  i  learn  how  to  use  this  hell  site  again  !  i  want  PLOTS  with  all  of  you  ,  so  please  give  this  post  a  ♡  and  i’ll  send  u  a  message  ,  or  alternatively  add  me  on  d*scord  @ noel miller love bot#4109  !  without  further  ado ,  below  the  cut  is  a  condensed  biography  for   𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬  𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢  !  

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  .

(   *  💀  /  luka sabbat, cis man, he/him  )  —  is that demetrius zabini i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty one year old slytherin, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are erudite & eloquent as well as phlegmatic & bestial. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the death eaters. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: jewelled fingers that pose as brass knuckles ; no more a symbol of wealth than an instrument of pain , the whisperings of a snake in the garden of eden , money exchanged between handshakes ; a bribe rather than social etiquette .  —  ( s, she/her, 21, gmt )  

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬  .

name  :  demetrius  zabini  .  

nicknames :  demetrius  ,  zab  (  rarely  )  .  

age  :  twenty  one  .  

birth  date  :  unknown  ,  as  his  parents  did  not  bother  to  keep  hold  of  his  birth  certificate  .  

gender  &  pronouns  :  cis  man  &  he  /  him  .  

sexuality  :  bisexual  &  biromantic  .  

languages  spoken  :  english ,  haitan creole  ,  french  &  german  .  

house  :  slytherin  .  

allegiance  :  the  death  eaters  .  

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲  .

demetrius  was  born  into  a  pureblood  family  and  was  fed  ,  with  a  silver  spoon  ,  elitist  ideologies  and  that  he  was  superior  to  others  ,  not  just  because  his  pure  blood  but  for  his  extreme  wealth  too  ;  the  heir  to  the  zabini  fortune  .  despite  how  his  parents  taught  him  that  he  was  better  than  others  ,  they  certainly  did  not  treasure  their  only  son  .  they  treated  him  coldly  ,  without  love  or  affection  ,  and  whilst  he  does  not  think  that  his  childhood  shaped  him  in  any  way  ,  it  explains  why  he’s  so  phlegmatic  ,  characterised  by  a  lack  of  emotion  and  being  uncomfortably  too  composed  .  he  only  really  has  two  expressions  :  a  vacant  stare  or  an  uneasy  grin  .  however  ,  his  smirk  will  only  arise  when  accompanied  by  bestial  words  or  actions  .  he  feeds  off  humility  and  the  downfall  of  others  ,  much  like  iago  in  shakespeare’s  othello  ,  and  he  can  be  savagely  cruel  or  barbaric  ,  especially  to  those  who  he  deems  below  him  .  

he  is  almost  never  seen  without  a  ring  on  every  finger  ,  even  if  the  professors  say  it  isn’t  up  to  dress  code  ,  as  a  symbol  of  his  status  but  also  to  inflict  more  pain  ,  say  he  gets  into  a  fight  ,  which  his  words  get  him  into  often  .   

although  he  is  a  slytherin  to  the  core  ,  that  does  not  mean  ,  as  the  sorting  hat  once  said  ,  that  he  isn’t  a  talented  or  skill  wizard  .  whilst  his  parents  take  little  interest  in  his  life  ,  they  do  like  to  keep  up  appearances  and  so  they  pressurise  him  to  achieve  highly  ,  but  only  so  they  can  boast  about  their  son’s  success  .  and  because  he  “  can’t  let  a  mudblood  achieve  higher  than  him  !  “  .  he  does  have  some  good  qualities  ,  although  they  don’t  redeem  him  ,  such  as  being  erudite  ,  a  scholar  ,  and  being  eloquent  .  he  can  be  very  persuasive  ,  which  some  might  consider  a  good quality  ,  but  he  uses  for  evil  .  he  has  a  total  god  complex  overall  ! 

despite  being  a  pureblood  elitist  ,  he  is  a  hypocrite  .  he  loves  muggle  literature  ,  the  classics  of  course  !  such  as  william  shakespeare  ,  john  keats  ,  etc.  but  it’s  not  something  he  would  ever  admit  to  !  his  mattress  is  probably  stuffed  with  torn  out  pages  from  books  he’s  stolen  momentarily  from  muggleborn  students  ,  but  as  of  yet  nobody  knows  .  

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  . 

all  connections  are  open  to  f  /  m  /  nb  ,  unless  stated  otherwise  !  some  connections  will  be  house  specific  ,  but  this  will  be  clearly  stated  !

ONE  :  a  platonic  m  /  f  or  nb  power  duo  !  they  would  probably  burn  hogwarts  down  together  if  they  were  a  couple  ,  so  they  keep  it  purely  platonic  for  the  sake  of  mankind  . 

TWO  :  i  hate  gossip  girl  references  (  a  lie  )  but  a  nate  archibald  to  his  c*uck  bass  .  open  to  m  /  nb  .  just  a  good  ,  old  bromance  .  i  can’t  say  that  demetrius  would  die  for  this  person  but  ...  he’d  be  more  than  willing  to  get  slightly  injured  !  they  keep  each  other  grounded  ,  look  out  for  each  other  ,  and  may  even  consider  each  other  friends  .  

THREE  :  someone  blackmailing  him  .  i  mentioned  that  demetrius  reads  muggle  literature  in  secret  ,  so  i  think  it’d  be  really  interesting  if  someone  found  out  about  this  and  was  threatening  to  expose  him  ,  and  he’s  going  along  with  whatever  they  say  ,  because  for  one  his  parents  would  be  outraged  and  two  that  would  be  damaging  to  his  reputation  .   

FOUR  :  something  forbidden  !  open  to  all  houses  except  slytherin  .  i  really  want  some  romeo  and  juliet  type  vibes  .  maybe  they’re  a  half  blood  or  muggle  born  ?  and  it’s  a  lot  of  sneaking  around  ,  fooling  around  in  closets  ,  and  stuff  like  that  .  maybe  there’s  feelings  or  maybe  it’s  just  the  rush  for  them  ,  the  thought  of  getting  caught  ? angst  is  what  i  want  from  this  plot  !

FIVE  :  i  really  want  an  academic  rival  plot  where  they’re  both  trying  to  prove  who’s  the  more  intelligent  .  it’s  just  a  lot  of  heated  arguments  ,  eye  rolls  ,  and  trying  to  make  the  other  one  cry  .  

SIX  :  detention  regulars  .  they  don’t  usual  interact  unless  it’s  in  detention  ,  where  the  two  almost  seem  to  be  .  the  whole  time  they  just  talk  about  random  shit  and  bad  mouth  the  professors  .  it’s  become  a  weekly  thing  .  

SEVEN  :  someone  he  is  betrothed  to  .  i  always  picture  that  demetrius  is  k*lled  by  blaise  zabini’s  mother  ,  his  first  and  only  wife  ,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  that  he  wasn’t  going  to  marry  someone  else  first  .  they  could  have  feelings  for  each  other  or  they  could  completely  despise  each  other  ,  the  possibilities  are  endless  !  open  to  pureblood  muses  only  ,  as  his  parents  would  never  allow  him  to  marry  anyone  else  .    

EIGHT  :  i  mentioned  academic  rivals  but  i  would  just  really  love  an  enemy  !  they’re  constantly  at  each  other’s  throats  and  are  always  picking  fights  ,  whether  verbal  or  physical  ,  the  professors  have  had  to  pull  them  apart  a  few  times  .  

NINE  :  first  love  .  i’m  not  going  to  lie  ,  demetrius  was  definitely  a  bad  boyfriend  ,  so  i  can’t  promise  that  this  was  the  best  relationship  but  what  i  can  promise  you  is  lots  of  angst  ! 

TEN  :  family  friends  .  they  see  each  other  at  dinners  ,  galas  ,  and  other  social  gatherings  .  they  either  get  into  mischief  together  ,  or  can’t  stand  each  other  and  make  snide  remarks  ,  with  drinks  being  thrown  .  perhaps  there’s  a  sexual  element  and  they  get  caught  in  the  library  ,  of  his  house  ,  by  his  parents  ?  open  to  slytherins  .  

just  some  general  plots  i’d  like  to  have  :  a  victim  (  like  someone  he  bullies  i  guess  ?  more  suited  to  a  softer  character  )  , study  buddies  (  open  to  slytherins  )  ,  the  first  friend  he  made  at  hogwarts  (  but  don’t  necessarily  have  to  be  friends  now  )  ,  exes  ,  friends  with  benefits  ,  a  hateship  ,  people  he  only  speaks  to  in  clubs  .  

[swearwolfremuslupin]

Intro to Remus Lupin:

Chocolate, cable-knit sweaters, bruised skin, bandages, healing potions, mugs of tea, sugar, old books, dog-eared pages, annotations in the margins, raised scars, chewed fingernails, dark circles under the eyes, tousled hair, nightmares, sharing blankets, holding hands…

TW: animal attacks, childhood trauma, terminal illness, parental illness Aesthetics: Chocolate, cable-knit sweaters, bruised skin, bandages, healing potions, mugs of tea, sugar, old books, dog-eared pages, annotations in the margins, raised scars, chewed fingernails, dark circles under the eyes, tousled hair, nightmares, sharing blankets, holding hands… Name: Remus John Lupin Age: 21 years old Birthday: 10/03/1960 Former House: Gryffindor Graduation Year: 1978 Wand: Unicorn hair, Cypress, 10 ¼ inches, and fairly flexible. Occupation: Unemployed

Current Circumstance: Remus joined the order knowing full well that his condition could be used to the advantage of the movement. This was due to a conversation with Dumbledore prior to his graduation. Although the implication of meeting feral wolves and potentially having to affiliate with them terrified him to his core, he felt as though he owed Dumbledore more than he could ever pay him back and he signed himself up without hesitation. This dire need to please Albus is still buried deeply within his sub-conscious. He blindly followed the man, almost child-like in his conviction that he can do no wrong. Like many of Dumbledore’s followers, he very rarely questioned him, believing he absolutely knew best.

It was only after months of living with the werewolves, and being forced to pledge loyalty to the man who had maliciously attacked him as a child, that Remus temporarily removed his rose-coloured glasses. Greyback and his pack live rough, squatting or camping with no equipment, often in abandoned or near uninhabitable spaces. They are aggressive, blood-thirsty, violent individuals, the complete opposite of Remus. He had to do some terrible things to earn their trust. Forced to sacrifice all of his favourite creature comforts, things like tea, books, and chocolate were out of reach. These were the things he used, and still uses, to ground himself. To remind himself that, despite everything, he is Human. The first time he was forced to eat raw meat with the other wolves it took every ounce of his willpower to stomach it. Not because he didn’t enjoy the taste but because he did.

During a meeting with Dumbledore, in which he was expected to communicate plans, names, and dates to recite back to the Order, Remus found himself sitting in the familiar office, his head in his hands, completely and utterly broken. His mental health had taken an incredible dive and, despite telling himself repeatedly that this mission, alongside being trusted to take it on, was an honour, he begged for permission to stay in the Wizarding world. He was honest, confiding in Albus, admitting to feeling like an animal, like he might be losing himself to what he was. He also talked about how distant he was beginning to feel from his friends. Albus was kind and understanding but made it very clear to Remus that the Order needed him. It had to be him, he had to be strong enough. Remus steeled himself, realising he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and agreed, leaving with a newfound determination that did nothing to dispel the hollow feeling in his chest and subsequent emotional exhaustion. For the first time in his life, he felt a spark of resentment for the man he admired above all.

Doubts began to creep in, and he found him considering whether Dumbledore would have asked him to return to Greyback if he saw him as Remus and not as a werewolf. Whenever he was forced to do something terrible, or he felt something inside him break, the anger that used to be directed at Greyback, was suddenly directed at Dumbledore. And then the attack happened. Peter Pettigrew was outed as a spy and Remus felt his entire world beginning to crumble. He began to convince himself that if he had been more present, if he hadn’t spent so much time isolated from the people he loved, maybe he would have noticed something was wrong. Maybe he could have saved Sirius from the trauma of confronting him alone.

Taking a break from his mission at Dumbledore’s unexpected behest, as he Order withdraws from the public eye and continues its work underground, Remus is currently living in a small one bedroom flat, situated in the heart of London. His parents were quick to welcome him home but his mother, Hope, is incredibly ill. He refuses to burden his parents with his own illness so when a friend of his father’s, travelling to escape London’s heavy atmosphere, offered up her apartment, he accepted the offer, incredibly grateful. Whenever he makes a little money, he sends some to her, appreciative of her kindness despite believing if she discovered his condition she would be disgusted by the fact that he had even set foot inside of her home.

Additional Information: He perfected the Patronus charm at the considerably young age of 13 after learning about Dementors in DADA. He became obsessed with the idea of running into one someday. Knowing he had more darkness in his life than most students his age, he was convinced he would be overpowered and lose his soul. He knew he would only be able to conquer his fear by mastering the Patronus Charm and spent months hard at work until he was finally successful. That being said, he only conjures a corporeal Patronus in front of friends, ashamed, and embarrassed by the shape it takes. He is very good at protection spells. Remus prefers defensive spells purely because he feels as though if he attacks first he is succumbing to the monster hiding just below the surface of his skin. He is beyond terrible at potions, overwhelmed by the scents of the ingredients. The scar from Fenrir’s bite is on his left shoulder and he does everything he can to ensure nobody sees it. When he is nervous or scared he reaches under the collar of his shirt to press his hand against it, using it as a reminder of how strong and capable he is. It doesn’t calm him down but it helps to steel his resolution. If he is upset, he touches it to punish himself, to remind himself that he isn’t human, that he doesn’t deserve to be happy. Remus is terrified of being asked to return to the feral wolves. He’s aware his only true value to the Order of the Phoenix lies in his Lycanthropy. Hope Lupin is sick with a Muggle illness that has been worsening for nearly a year. Remus strongly suspects it is far more serious than his parents are willing to admit, and harbours a lot of guilt, believing he manifested her poor health after using it as a cover for his routine disappearances while at school. Although small, gentle, and quiet, on occasion when things become too much Remus finds himself filled with anger and frustration. During these times he often takes his pain out on his closest friends, the only people to ever see him so unravelled. He still suffers nightmares due to the trauma of his attack. When he was 4, Greyback climbed through his bedroom window, half-transformed, to bite, and infect him. Even at the age of 21, if it is dark outside, he finds it unbearable to be in a room with an open window.

[ted-tonks-checkmate]

full name: Edward Tonks nickname(s): Ted, Teddy, Tonks (just call him anything but Edward) fc: Kim Myungsoo brithday: November 19th age: 20 gender: Cisgender Male sexuality: Bisexual house: Hufflepuff year: Sixth blood status: Muggleborn patronus: Dolphin (non-corporeal) club(s): Gobstones club, chess Club, Waffling Study Group house leader: Prefect quidditch: loves the game but doesn’t have the coordination side: Neutral (sides with the order but is terrified to fight)

Intro

Ted’s parents knew something was special about their son when he was born with bright blue hair that changed to red as soon as he started crying. They had no idea how it was happening, but as he was growing up, they did their best to dye his hair black so he wouldn’t be ostracized by his peers as he grew up

he was already ostracized a little because his social skills were terrible and he almost never made eye contact. He was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum when he was nine, so he didn’t make very many friends at school.

but when he got his letter, at least his hair changing colors made a lot more sense, so the hair dyeing stopped.

the hat barely touched his head before sorting him into Hufflepuff. The hat could see that once he got comfortable where he was (aka Hogwarts and not muggle school) he had the potential to be incredibly kind and loyal when given the opportunity

His main special interest had been tabletop games, but it only got more passionate when he discovered gobstones and wizard’s chess. He’s gotten incredibly good over the past five years, and it’s very difficult to beat him. His current winning streak for chess spans over a year.

when he’s interested in something, Ted is very intelligent and knowledgeable on the subject. However, when he isn’t, it’s very difficult to keep his attention, no matter how hard he tries. So DADA and Charms? He does very well. Herbology and History of Magic? NOPE.

he was actually really proud when he was selected to be prefect last year, and he takes his position really seriously. However, with the war on the horizon, he’s a little worried about anything that puts him in the spotlight. He is a muggleborn after all.

Before, when he felt more accepted by his peers, he would change his hair color based on the day. Now, he keeps it black, trying to not draw attention to himself, though he can’t fully control it when he’s over emotional.

He really doesn’t use his ability much, but considers it his only real defense mechanism. He has a tie for Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin always with him in his bag so if he had to run away from bullies, he could go into an empty classroom, change ties, then change into someone from that house to escape.

he stutters when he’s nervous, which is... a lot of the time.

hes working really hard in a lot of classes he hates because he wants to be a healer, and you need at least an E in herbology much to his dismay, so he’s working really hard

PLOT BUNNIES

Friends- please this boy has so much love to give and he loves making friends

Bullies- any and all he sadly has like the tiniest backbone so he’s a super easy target. Sure, he’s a prefect, but some people don’t change their behavior even after detentions lol

First kiss- Ted falls fast and hard, so I imagine he’s been that way since coming to Hogwarts. This could’ve been his first relationship, or maybe it’s someone he really liked but they weren’t that into him so he remembers it as a bigger deal than it was and is now sad whenever he sees them? This can go a million different ways.

Idk how to name this connection besides “Awakening??”-  Ted’s a shy shy bi, but like I imagine he had something with another boy in secret? They probably called it off because one of them started dating someone or something but I imagine this was pretty wholesome, like maybe from a year or two ago. All the details can be discussed I’m super open

any and all I’d love to plot with all of you <3

[james-keeps-chasing]

full name: James Potter

nickname(s): Prongs, Potter, Jay

fc: Lee Sungyeol

birthday: March 17th

age: 21

gender: Cisgender Male

sexuality:  Heterosexual

house:  Gryffindor

year:  Sixth

blood status: Pureblood

patronus: Stag (corporeal)

club(s): Occamy Dueling Club

house leader:  NOPE

quidditch: Chaser

side: Order of the Phoenix

INTRO

total spoiled rich kid growing up, though not in the worst way. He was still disciplined by his parents when he misbehaved, but it was still rare for him to not get what he wanted.

His parents were much older than the average parents, which led to James being very smart, but not the best at interacting with people his own age at first.

this led to his arrogant attitude in childhood and from years 1-5 and a subconscious belief that he deserved whatever he wanted, even if it was to jinx someone on a whim.

he was sorted into Gryffindor like his parents before him, and there was really nowhere else the hat even considered him.

He was never truly antagonistic with any of his pranks (except for Snivelus) he just thought people’s reactions were funny

made the quidditch team his second year, having an incredible natural talent for flying. He even bought his own snitch so he could not only train with it, but to show off a bit outside of practice.

He was that class clown that you could tell was really smart but never put in the work to be a good student. That started changing second year when he discovered Remus’ secret, because now he had a reason to learn certain things.

james had a bit of a rude awakening last year that basically held up a mirror to himself. He realized he needed to stop bullying people just for his own amusement, and fast. So now hes making a concious effort to be nicer to everyone, though it is pretty relative to how he felt about them before his wake up call; Death Eaters can still suck it.

ever since he became an animagus, a couple things changed about him

he went from the heaviest sleeping marauder to the lightest one by FAR

he became a vegetarian, no longer able to stomach the idea of eating meat

A few plot bunny ideas

Exes that are friends- maybe someone who they were friends before, then when they dated they decided they were better off that way and went back to it, but they DO know more about each other because of that? 

Ex-FWBs- Since he’s done his self reflection, he’s not really into meaningless hook ups anymore, and maybe thats a source of tension? BONUS POINTS IF THEY’RE DEATH EATER ALIGNED AND/ORTHEY HATED EACH OTHER DURING THE HOOKUPS LOL 

Enemies- James is considered a blood traitor from a blood traitor family by basically most of the pureblood community, and he is ALSO a reformed asshole, so there are PLENTY of options for this lol

any and all things totally down to brainstorm

[unwittiing]

               “ you think okay,  I get it,  I'm prepared for the worst,  but you hold out that                     small hope,  see,  and that's what fucks you up.  that's what kills you. ”

(   *  💀  /  phoebe dynevor, questioning, she/her )  —  is that katherine ‘kitty’ abbott i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are empathetic & earnest as well as flighty & stubborn. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: always scalding your tongue, on either bitten-back words or tea you don’t let cool; a smear of lipstick, wiped off on the back of your hand (don’t you know you’re not that kind of girl?); the buzz of celebratory drinks when no one around feels much like celebrating; windswept blonde locks escaping from your braid; layering up on hand-me-down clothes, as if they offer any protection at all.  —  ( zoe, she/her, 23, cst  )  

CONTENT WARNINGS:   death of a close family member, mourning, referenced drug & alcohol use  ADDITIONAL MATERIALS:   kitty’s playlist,  connections,  stats page,  &  pinterest board  

                                  FIND KITTY’S INTRO HERE.

[royalynx]

(   *  💀  /  daniel ezra, cis male, he/him  )  —  is that kingsley shacklebolt i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty two year old gryffindor, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are grounded & commanding as well as opinionated & strong-willed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: the calming presence in the back of the room, muggle records hidden in drawers, steaming mugs of tea, the warmth of a hug, the burn of quiet fury.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Luke Cage (Jessica Jones), Kingsley Shacklebolt (Books: Order of the Phoenix through Deathly Hallows), Jake Reilly (Private Practice), Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Alphonso ‘Mack’ Mackenzie (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Matt Simmons (Criminal Minds), Odafin Tutuola (Law and Order: SVU), Spencer James (All American).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ???

LINKS: Pinterest (Coming Soon). Playlist (Coming Soon).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

I N T R O

full name ➵ Kingsley Akiel Shacklebolt

nicknames ➵ King; Kings; Kas; Shack; Shacklebolt; Royal

pronouns ➵ he/him/his

orientation ➵ bisexual biromantic

birthdate / age ➵ May 8th, 1957, 15:32 am / 22 years old

birthplace ➵ Birmingham, England

childhood home ➵ Birmingham, England

current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland

religion ➵ atheist

occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 10 1/2 inches / 179 cm

weight ➵ 78 kg / 171lb

body type ➵ mesomorph ( athletic; generally hard body; well defined muscles; rectangular shaped body; strong; gains muscle easily; gains fat easily )

hair ➵ black, shaved/cropped 

eye color ➵ dark brown

dominant hand ➵ ambidextrous

FC ➵ Daniel Ezra

voice ➵ Daniel Ezra

special characteristics ➵

tattoo of a lion on the back of his neck that roars when danger is near

acne scars on cheeks

perfect posture

smells of ➵

broom wax

toothpaste

lavender, anise, basil, bergamot and lemon; geranium, ylang-ylang and jasmine; oakmoss, vetiver, tonka bean, patchouli, vanilla and sandalwood - Brut by Faberge

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ taurus sun (x); virgo rising; virgo moon

MBTI ➵ ISTJ (“The Logistician”)

positive traits ➵  grounded; commanding; courageous; considerate; observant; dedicated; forbearing to an almost mind-boggling degree; put-together; knowledgeable; self-reliant.

neutral traits ➵ fearless; calming; stolid; diplomatic; paternalistic.

negative traits ➵ opinionated; strong-willed; quiet; stubborn; high-minded; aloof to some; reticent; stoic; overcritical; has very high expectations of himself & others.

likes ➵ playing Quidditch; freshly baked bread; playing Gobstones at 3am; a warm bed; muggle record players; purple; watching the sea; forehead kisses; DADA; organized notes; wearing rings; honeycakes; David Bowie; dragonhide boots; chocolate frogs; firedrakes; Charms; Firewhiskey; watching the fire in the Gryffindor common room; twenty; red wine; laughing with Frank and Alastor; Transfiguration; The Beatles; his sister

dislikes ➵ legilimency; bigotry; raisins in chocolate; Divination; messy desks; foggy London; Sacred 28; people flaking on him; his team losing Quidditch matches; pumpkin juice; using school brooms; sushi; magic quills; pixies; History of Magic; the treatment of squibs by wizarding society; muddy orange; gigglewater; the texture of mushrooms; feeling unsettled; licorice; rollercoasters; toads; the word mudblood; Turkish delight

amortentia ➵

freshly cut grass

roast chicken dinner

aftershave

sandalwood

M A G I C

blood status ➵ pureblood

wand ➵ Alder wood with cherry trailed over the front like the path of a river, or a lightning bolt, White River Monster spine core, 14 and a 1/4 inches, solid

whilst Alder makes for an unyielding wood, its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards. (Cherry, a very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power, most highly prized by the wizarding students of the school of Mahoutokoro in Japan, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel from their minds any notion that the pink blossom of the living tree makes for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand, for cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, but if teamed with dragon heartstring, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind.) The use of a  White River Monster spine produced spells of force and elegance. 

patronus ➵ Lynx

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Gryffindor, 1981

extracurriculars ➵

Gryffindor Prefect / September 1980 - June 1981

Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team / September 1979 - June 1981

Gryffindor Chaser / October 1975 - June 1981

Charms Club / September 1975 - June 1981

Toothill Duelling Club / September 1978 - June 1981

Slug Club / December 1977 - June 1981

courses & exams ➵

Ancient Runes - O

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

Arithmancy - O

Muggle Studies - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

Care of Magical Creatures - O

now studying Alchemy ( predicted an O )

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

strawberry allergy

pets ➵ 

Archimedes; the family owl ( great horned owl )

handwriting ➵ Sebastian Bobby

F A M I L Y

Ora Shacklebolt (nee Kayoude) ➵ paternal grandmother; socialite; alive

Kingsley Shacklebolt I ➵ grandfather; Wizengamot member; alive

Yara Audley (nee Idowu) ➵ maternal grandmother; homeschooled; apothecary worker; alive

Akiel Audley ➵ maternal grandfather; homeschooled; Quidditch supply store owner; alive

Alaric Shacklebolt I ➵ father; Gryffindor; Senior Auror for the DMLE; alive

Meera Shacklebolt ➵ mother; homeschooled (opted out of attending Ilvermorny / Hogwarts); apothecary worker; alive

Eralia Audley ➵ maternal aunt; homeschooled; Senior Assistant to the Jamaican Minister of Magic; alive

Gabrielle Shacklebolt ➵ paternal aunt; Hufflepuff; Ministry employee; alive

Edward Shacklebolt (took wife’s name) ➵ paternal uncle; Hufflepuff; job; alive

Khenan Shacklebolt ➵ paternal uncle; Ravenclaw; curse breaker for Gringotts; alive

Kingsley Akiel Shacklebolt (II) ➵ self; Gryffindor; Future Senior Auror for the DMLE; alive

Bianca Omnira Shacklebolt ➵ sister; fifth year Ravenclaw; unknown future; alive

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

his parents used to say he was born for diplomacy. that’s what they’d drilled into him since he was born: fight the good fight, be honest and good and stay calm, always. they can only catch you off guard when you aren’t. he’d always been somewhat of a natural diplomat — the oldest child, expectations hung from his shoulders as if they were coats and he, a coat rack. he’d always been a quiet child, somewhat unassuming, almost shy, content to play and be alone, often found even as a baby, simply amusing himself with his fist over crying, wailing for attention. when they attended the galas and balls befitting of a family part of the sacred 28, little changed. in fact, he was praised for it — how level-headed he was, even when all he wanted to do was scream and shout and set fire to the curtains by the window to stop them yammering on about the importance of blood purity and their precious, precious privilege, how he smiled politely and shook hands and never, ever made a scene. he hated them. he hated every last one of them. their fake smiles and empty eyes, how they hated for no reason and believed themselves to be superior — a kernel of a fallacy that kingsley, even as a child, could never subscribe to.

but kingsley was nothing if not a good man, and a good son, and so, he stayed silent — at least, to everyone who never crossed the boundaries of their home. to them, kingsley was a young wizard who showed particular promise in their circle, but to those who saw him at home, his internal torture over it was obvious. he had muggle neighbours, even muggle friends, people who made him laugh and gave his parents presents when his beloved baby sister was born, and he could not abide the dual life his parents were living. when they were home, they were tolerant — amused, even, by the muggles they surrounded themselves with, something his mother always said was to keep them grounded, because she’d already lost one sibling to pureblood mania and refused to lose herself, or her husband, or either of her children. when they were at the galas, they were cold, a little aloof, they laughed along with jokes at muggles expenses, they shook hands, ate appetisers, danced and never seemed to show any remorse for the roles they had to play those nights, though he knew they had to feel guilty (he hoped they felt guilty.) he knew they felt they had to do it to survive — to thrive, even, in a world in which they weren’t always welcome, but he hates it.

he loves his family. kingsley loves them with every part of him, loves his younger sister with his entire heart, is never not seen at home without her practically hanging off his ankles, and then his knees, and then his hips, until she’s too tall and too old for that, he loves his mother and relishes her hugs and the way she always knows what to say to make him feel better, he loves his father and that deep, slow river of calm that seems to run through him, the same river kingsley has always felt took root in him, but he hates their legacy. he hates their part in the sacred twenty eight. he hates every part of it. he hates that they agreed to this — to what feels like a mortal lock, an unbreakable vow, tying themselves to this until the end of time. he hates that he understands why — their blood runs pure, he knows, in other wizards standards, but knowing what the sacred twenty eight stands for? what it really represents? kingsley thinks that their blood is the blood that’s dirty, that they’re the ones who ought to be ashamed of themselves for their existence, that they’re the ones who value opulence and power over people’s lives and that makes them wrong and evil and undeserving of their magic. it’s the first time — the only time — his parents have ever seen him truly angry — he remembers it well, being fourteen and all uncontrolled fury for the first time, how the quiet anger had burned and swelled under his skin until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and how he’d made all the glass windows in the dining room shatter, the glass raining like sand when his father waved it away with a swish of his wand, kingsley’s chest heaving as he yells, raging against their indifference, feeling oddly soothed when his mother pulls him into his arms and whispers that she’s sorry. she’s sorry. she knows, she knows. he wishes that were enough — that apology, that acknowledgement that they were — are — hypocrites.

even still, his love for his family, flaws and all, remains, though he’s slowly pulled back from any engagement with the pureblood world over the years. he’s very proud to be his father’s son — the son of an auror, recipient of the order of merlin second class — and his mother’s. he’s proud to be his sister’s big brother, her protector. he’s even more proud when he gets his letter to hogwarts, confirming what they all already knew — magic is strong in the shacklebolt family. he picks up the family wand, purchased in america in the early 1920s — alder with cherry trailed over the front like the path of a river, or a lightning bolt, white river monster spine core, fourteen and a quarter inches, solid — and he feels a piece of himself slots firmly into place. hogwarts is where his father went, where his father’s father went (over ilvermorny), and though he can no longer pretend to be complacent to their every whim in regards to the sacred twenty eight (something which both his parents have since begun to shun), he knows getting sorted into gryffindor would make them both proud, and that’s what he wants, so that’s what be did — the bat barely touched his head before declaring him a gryffindor. even now, as a twenty two year old seventh year on the brink of graduating into a fully fledged war, he wants to make them proud. he wants to be a pillar of strength, safety, tolerance, love, support, he wants to be the friendly face ushering people to safety, he wants to be the one raining hellfire down on the prejudiced idiots who think that they’re any different to anyone else, with magic or without, on this planet, that they’re superior in any way because of their blood.

[talksenough]

—  is that 𝕃𝕌ℂ𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔸 𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕂𝔸𝕃𝕆𝕋 i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a 𝕋𝕎𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕐 year old 𝕊𝕃𝕐𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ𝕀ℕ, returning for their 𝕊𝕀𝕏𝕋ℍ school year, but their friends would tell you that they are 𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔽-𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕌ℝ𝔼𝔻 & 𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕋𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊 as well as 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ𝔹𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕀ℕ𝔾 & ℂ𝕆ℕℂ𝔼𝕀𝕋𝔼𝔻. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re ℙ𝕌ℝ𝔼𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔼𝕌𝕋ℝ𝔸𝕃𝕊. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: 𝕐𝔼𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔹ℝ𝕌𝕀𝕊𝔼 𝕃𝔸𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝕊𝕂𝕀ℕ, 𝔸𝕋ℍ𝕃𝔼𝕋𝕀ℂ 𝕊ℍ𝕆ℝ𝕋𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝔻 𝕆𝔽 𝕎𝕀ℕ𝕋𝔼ℝ, ℕ𝔸𝕀𝕃 ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕀𝕊ℍ 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕀𝕍𝔼 ℂℍ𝕀ℙ𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕀𝕋, ℝ𝕌𝔻𝔻𝕐 ℂℍ𝔼𝔼𝕂𝕊 𝔸𝔽𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕐𝔼𝕃𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸𝕋 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋𝕆ℙ 𝕆𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕃𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕊, 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔾𝕆ℝ𝕐 𝕊𝕄𝕀𝕃𝔼 𝔸𝔽𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕂ℕ𝕆ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸 𝕋𝕆𝕆𝕋ℍ 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻.  —

𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃

full name : lucinda brooks talkalot

nicknames : lucy, captain

d.o.b. : 30 august 1959

gender : cisgender woman ( she/her )

sexuality : lesbian

wand : 10", hazel, dragon heartstring

patronus : tortoiseshell cat

zodiac : virgo ( cancer moon, leo rising )

myers briggs : estj

activites : slytherin quidditch captain and chaser, member of the maeve dueling club and the hogwarts gobstone association

𝔹𝕀𝕆𝔾ℝ𝔸ℙℍ𝕐

➼ Born the first of three children to the ever-so loving heirs to the Talkalot name, Lucinda’s parents had a story as romantic as about every other wealthy pureblood couple. Betrothed, affianced, and wedded within a handful of months before they promptly began procreating in the name of maintaining the sanctity of their lineage. The circle of life.

➼ Lucinda’s childhood was filled with just as much love as her parents’ marriage, her youth being viewed as a business venture rather than a familial connection. From the moment she could walk she had been her parents had been convinced she was designed to play quidditch. Before she had even been presenting signs of magic, they had been coaching Lucinda in everything broom and bludger in hopes of rearing the next world cup champion. This drive is likely what led Lucinda to becoming so committed to her craft. She seeks the validation of those around her, specifically her parents. As the only daughter, she is the only child incapable of maintaining their name, so she upholds this instilled passion as a way of ensuring her parent’s love. (“love.”)

➼ That’s not to say she doesn’t enjoyquidditch. The pitch is one of the few places Lucinda shines through the façade she has built for herself, her resting scowl relaxing and smile beaming as she cheers on her team. However, it’s during practice when those walls are resurrected. As captain, she is nothing less than harsh, ensuring that her team is running clean and smoothly before every game. She is ruthless and competitive. The type of athlete who expects you to continue running after you break your leg because that’s exactly what she would be doing. She believes if someone is not running at one-hundred-and-ten percent, they shouldn’t have signed up for the quidditch team.

➼ Though this passion seldom transcends the realm of athletics, she does find pride in her family. Not her parents, her family. Her two younger brothers. Since they were brought into the world, she has always felt this need to protect them. Due in part to the intensity of their parents, but she mostly attributes this to her older-sibling instinct. Even if they annoy the hell out of her, as most teenage brothers tend to do, she has always wanted to make sure that they’re taken care of.

➼ The Talkalots, though not formally Death Eaters, are very clear on where they stand within the current climate of the wizarding world. They view muggleborn wixen as unworthy of their magic, that these powers should remain in the hands of those who founded the craft as it has for centuries. In that same vein, those who are born into a pureblooded household who are unable to produce magic are seen as oddities to be avoided at all costs. For most of her life, Lucinda blindly agreed with her parents in hopes of maintain the status quo. The values that they held were abstract, most of who she knew were pureblooded themselves. It wasn’t until her brother, Fredrick, was denounced by her family for being a squib that the morals her parents upheld were dubious at best. Though she has not fully denounced many of the pureblooded philosophies they followed, these days she teeters somewhere in between the two sides. Questioning which she values more: her parents or her family.

𝕆𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ

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[pendvlums]

who  had  s  brings  a  new  muse  on  their  2021  bingo  card  ?  bc  i  certainly  didn’t  !  but  when  i  got  an  idea  for  her  ,  i  couldn’t  stop  writing  ,  so  beneath  the  cut  is  a  little  information  about  miss  amelia  bones  !  please  give  this  a  heart  if  you’d  like  to  plot  but  i  will  be  putting  a  plotting  call  in  the  discord  chat  !  i  would  like  to  add  that  there  will  be  mentions  of  murder  and  death  ,  so  if  those  are  triggers  for  you  i’d  suggest  avoiding  this  post  or  to  read  with  caution  !  

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬  . 

name  :  amelia  bones  .  nickname(s)  :  millie  ,  mils  . age  :  twenty  .  birth  date  :  august  4th  .   gender  &  pronouns  :  cis  woman  &  she  /  her  . sexuality  :  pansexual  &  panromantic  . languages  spoken  :  english  &  swedish  .   house  :  hufflepuff  .  year  :  six  .  allegiance  :  the  neutrals  .   character  inspo  :  nadia  shanaa  (  elite  )  ,  marianne  sheridan  (  normal  people  )  ,  beth  march  (  little  women  )  ,  fiona  gallagher  (  shameless  )  .  mylene  cruz  (  the  get  down  )  &  belle  (  beauty  and  the  beast  )  .  

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲  .

“  you  never  cried  as  a  baby  ,  ”  amelia’s  mother  would  say  ,  “  you  practically  came  out  of  the  womb  smiling  ”  and  she  had  all  the  reason  to  .  her  childhood  she  remembers  fondly  ,  filled  with  laughter  and  play  ,  summers  spent  in  the  garden  ,  on  an  old  tyre  swing  ,  and  winters  building  snowmen  .  never  had  she  experienced  hardships  or  suffering  but  unbeknownst  to  her  ,  she  would  spend  a  lifetime  in  pain  before  meeting  a  cruel  end  ,  a  fate  the  same  as  her  parents  .  her  life  leading  up  to  that  moment  was  seemingly  perfect  and  more  than  she  could  have  ever  asked  for  .  she  never  asked  for  a  lot  but  somehow  the  universe  decided  that  two  loving  and  doting  parents  and  two  older  siblings  ,  that  were  often  annoyed  by  having  a  shadow  but  endeared  all  the  same  ,  were  too  much  for  her  .  still  ,  a  fourth  child  came  ,  a  little  sister  ,  who  she  loved  immensely  .  amelia’s  parents  had  no  fears  about  her  being  jealous  of  their  new  edition  ,  her  heart  was  much  too  big  for  her  body  and  overflowing  with  love  .  she  hasn’t  changed  in  that  respect  ,  with  not  a  bad  bone  in  her  entire  body  ,  far  too  pure  ;  an  angel  sent  from  above  ,  her  father  would  say  .  she  can  recall  the  time  she  was  five  ,  on  her  tip  toes  to  look  into  the  crib  when  her  sister  was  first  brought  home  ,  and  promising  that  she  would  always  protect  her  .  such  a  big  promise  for  a  child  to  make  but  she  vows  to  never  break  it  ,  and  would  never  forgive  herself  if  she  did  .  

with  each  day  and  each  turmoil  ,  she  remembers  that  happy  childhood  less  .  it  slips  away  from  her  ,  the  memories  snatched  along  with  her  older  siblings  and  parents  .  the  wounds  are  still  fresh  however  the  bruises  have  faded  ,  but  she  still  feels  them  on  her  skin  like  a  phantom  ,  from  her  younger  sister’s  flailing  limbs  ,  kicking  and  punching  ,  distraught  .  she  remembers  her  heart  pounding  ,  the  tears  brimming  in  her  glassy  hues  ,  and  her  hand  firmly  covering  her  sister’s  mouth  to  muffle  her  whimpers  .  she  can  still  hear  the  shuffling  above  the  floorboards  and  those  two  ,  small  words  repeated  four  times  :  “  AVADA  KEDAVRA  !  “  and  how  hard  she  flinched  when  the  bodies  hit  the  floor  .  in  those  moments  ,  she  grew  up  so  fast  ;  a  perfect  childhood  gone  within  seconds  .  but  what  she’ll  never  forget  is  the  BLOOD  CURDLING  scream  that  left  her  sister’s  mouth  ,  and  how  hard  she  fought  to  escape  her  tight  grip  ,  collapsing  on  the  floor  and  begging  them  to  wake  up  .  all  she  can  do  is  stand  there  ,  frozen  ,  and  she  knows  in  that  moment  she  had  broken  her  promise  .  she  couldn’t  shield  her  from  this  harsh  reality  .  she  just  went  out  to  the  old  tyre  swing  and  swung  .   

it’s  a  tale  of  unfortunate  events  what  happened  next  ,  the  girls  shipped  off  to  a  distant  uncle  that  they  hadn’t  even  heard  of  .  amelia  didn’t  have  to  go  with  her  ,  old  enough  to  support  herself  ,  in  fact  she  tried  to  give  up  school  and  become  her  sister’s  full  time  guardian  but  she  wasn’t  granted  permission  .  and  she’d  be  damned  if  anyone  thought  she  would  leave  her  in  the  care  of  a  stranger  .  fortunately  ,  and  unlike  the  count  in  the  novel  ,  their  uncle  is  not  all  bad  .  sure  ,  he  sees  them  as  a  burden  ,  or  one  last  “  fuck  you  ”  from  his  brother  ,  in  his  sick  and  twisted  mind  ,  but  she  is  still  grateful  for  the  roof  that  he  puts  over  their  head  ,  albeit  one  that  lets  in  rain  water  ,  and  the  meals  he  puts  on  the  table  ,  which  are  always  either  underdone  or  overcooked  ,  but  amelia  has  never  asked  for  much  and  it’s  food  and  shelter  all  the  same  .  

now  the  two  girls  have  returned  to  hogwarts  after  a  traumatic  summer  and  they’re  not  the  same  as  they  were  before  .  the  news  spread  fast  that  the  dark  lord  had  murdered  her  family  ,  and  she  could  feel  all  eyes  on  her  .  it’s  a  lot  to  deal  with  but  she’s  trying  to  keep  her  head  down  and  not  make  herself  a  target  .  she  has  also  sided  with  the  neutrals  ,  as  she  fears  for  her  sisters  life  ,  but  less  so  for  her  own  .  

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬  .

prior  to  the  death  of  her  parents  and  older  siblings  ,  amelia  was  like  a  breath  of  fresh  air  and  comparable  to  a  summer’s  day  .  she  was  always  glowing  and  radiant  ,  capable  of  uplifting  anyone  with  even  ,  just  a  smile  .  however  ,  now  her  cheeks  are  hollow  and  the  circles  beneath  her  eyes  are  dark  .  her  smiles  once  beaming  are  now  fake  and  that  sweet  innocence  is  gone  .  her  beautiful  soul  stays  intact  but  she’s  fighting  with  some  inner  demons  .  a  once  loving  girl  is  now  scared  to  get  close  ,  in  fear  that  they’ll  be  ripped  from  her  life  too  .  she  has  a whole  lot  of  baggage  and  she’s  trying  her  hardest  to  not  let  it  show  ,  trying  to  hide  behind  what  is  now  a  persona  ,  and  the  fabrication  of  the  old  her  ,  because  she  is  one  “�� are  you  okay  ?  ”  from  breaking  down  .  

she’s  an  exceptionally  bright  girl  but  her  studies  will  definitely  take  a  decline  ,  and  she  has  dropped  out  of  all  of  her  extra  curriculars  .  honestly  ,  doing  anything  other  than  what  she  is  mandated  to  do  ,  right  now  ,  sounds  like  a  nightmare  .  

amelia  is  in  love  with  love  and  she  has  so  much  to  give  !  although  ,  at  the  moment  ,  she  finds  it  exhausting  .  she’s  panromantic  ,  pansexual  and  polyamorous  and  wants  to  give  love  to  whoever  will  accept  it  ,  romantic  or  platonic  .  she’s  an  absolute  sucker  for romance  !

 she  dreams  of  working  at  the  ministry  of  magic  ,  however  she  feels  that  dream  slipping  away  .  before  the  summer  ,  she  was  on  track  and  that  dream  seemed  achievable  but  despite  what  determination  she  had  before  ,  she  doesn’t  feel  like  she  has  the  energy  anymore  .  

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  .

all  connections  are  open  to  f  /  m  &  nb  ,  unless  stated  otherwise  ! 

01  .  her  bestfriend  ,  the  one  person  she  can  always  turn  to  in  her  time  of  need  .  they’re  fiercely  protective  each  other  ,  and  she  considers  them  family  ,  almost  all  she  has  left  .    

02  .  unrequited  crush  /  love  .  as  i’ve  mentioned  ,  amelia  is  a  huge  romantic  !  so  ,  she  definitely  has  crushes  on  people  ,  whether  or  not  they  feel  anything  back  .  bonus  points  if  they  see  her  as  just  a  friend  !

03  .  her  bully  .  this  would  probably  be  best  suited  to  slytherin  ,  pureblood  characters  ,  just  due  to  their  nature  .  perhaps  they  see  her  as  weak  ,  especially  since  she’s  basically  on  her  own  now  besides  her  sister  ,  and  they  prey  on  that  .  

04  .  someone  who  notices  a  change  in  her  and  doesn’t  like  it  .  i’m  picturing  quite  a  selfish  muse  that  amelia  used  to  always  take  care  of  and  listen  to  their  problems  ,  but  now  that  she  has  her  own  and  big  ones  at  that  ,  she  doesn’t  have  time  for  them  anymore  and  they  think  she’s  being  selfish  .  

05  .  someone  who  notices  a  change  in  her  and  tries  to  help  .  they  check  up  on  her  ,  make  sure  she’s  eating  ,  bathing  ,  brushing  her  hair  etc.  they  care  about  her  so  deeply  and  want  to  help  her  go  back  to  the  girl  she  was  before  .  

06  .  childhood  friends  .  one  of  her  most  deepest  connections  because  she  has  known  them  the  longest  .  they  spent  their  childhood  running  around  the  garden  ,  giggling  and  screaming  ,  maybe  they  even  had  a  fake  proposal  when  they  were  six  and  always  joke  about  it  now  .  

07  .  someone  she’s  trying  to  help  .  she’s  seriously  too  good  for  this  world  and  would  be  at  their  beckon  call  whenever  they  need  her  .  could  have  a  romantic  element  to  it  or  could  be  platonic  .  

08  .  first  love  .  whilst  i  won’t  specify  how  they  ended  ,  she  probably  still  feels  love  for  them  .  though  ,  depending  how  they  ended  ,  she  is  probably  not  in  love  with  them  .  they  were  the  first  person  she  ever  dated  ,  her  first  everything  ,  from  the  age  of  sixteen  .  

09  .  i’m  unsure  how  to  label  this  one  but  it’s  a  romantic  connection  .  before  the  summer  ,  things  were  going  so  well  for  them  ,  they  felt  deep  feelings  for  each  other  and  promised  to  continue  over  the  break  and  write  each  other  letters  .  but  all  of  a  sudden  ,  she  stopped  sending  them  and  abruptly  too  .  your  muse  was  confused  and  hurt  but  the  news  of  her  family’s  death  travelled  to  them  not  too  long  after  ,  and  they  bombarded  them  with  letters  ,  but  they  were  just  delivered  back  to  them  and  unread  .  amelia  has  been  avoiding  them  ever  since  they’ve  gotten  back  .  

10  .  someone  she  tutors  /  study  buddies  .  since  she  quit  all  of  her  clubs  ,  she  has  a  lot  of  time  on  her  hands  and  she  offered  or  your  muse  asked  if  she  could  tutor  them  ,  or  just  work  together  in  general  .  

11  .  bad  influence  /  the  devil  on  her  shoulder  .  she  has  always  shied  away  from  drugs  and  alcohol  but  because  she’s  struggling  to  cope  ,  she  gives  into  your  muse  and  follows  their  league  .  potential  for  a  fwb  situation  too  ,  just  highly  hedonistic  and  toxic  .  

additional  plots  i  would  like  :  friends  and  enemies  plots  in  general  ,  including  family  friends  ,  friends  that  drifted  apart  due  to  being  put  in  seperate  houses  ,  unlikely  friends  ,  someone  who  rejected  her  crush  ,  reciprocated  crushes  ,  etc  !

[madeyed]

(   *  💀  /  aria shahghasemi, cis man, he / him  )  —  is that alastor moody i just saw rushing down the corridor ? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old hufflepuff, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are protective & astute as well as paranoid & disagreeable. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: a well-worn journal, locked & spelled shut; empty firewhisky bottles lined up along the windowsill; dark circles beneath suspicious eyes; the fading shadow of youthful bravado; a supple leather coat that still smells like home.  —  ( kit, she / they, 23, cet. )

tw — parental death ( murder ), assault & violence, mourning, alcohol mentions, allusions to mental health issues & addiction, hospital mentions. 

basics ,

full name.  alastor jawed moody. known as.  alastor, moody, al only to select friends. age / date of birth.  twenty-one / september 19th, 1958. year.  seventh year. blood status.  pureblood. house.  hufflepuff. alliance.  the order. gender / pronouns.  cis man, he / him. orientation.  bisexual. extracurriculars.  beater for the hufflepuff quidditch team; member of the charms and toothill duelling clubs.  additional stats.  click here. pinterest.  click here.

early life ,

alastor moody is born at home, in a small brick house by the seaside that has been in the family for generations; the yard is quaint, if somewhat overgrown, the wooden window frames spiderwebbed and peeling white paint, the chimney billowing smoke in the winters. although he often longs for a sibling, he remains an only child all his life. at the time of his birth, his parents are early in their careers as aurors, and thoughful, foresightful people above all; with their demanding schedules they think no more than one child is best. it’s not a terrible decision, by any means, and there is enough love in the household to go around.

he is raised with strong values, and a strong sense of duty, family, and respect; he is made aware of the weight of the world at a young age. or, his parents try to impress this upon him, making the world appear darker and heavier than it seems to the young boy. he loves and respects his parents, but he tends to disregard their warnings, to play more recklessly than they might like. 

although his parents always make time for the shabbat, for birthdays and holidays, their job is by necessity demanding, and alastor learns independence at a young age. an only child, he longs for meaningful friendships, but struggles to make friends with muggle children in the village; instead, though he does his best, he spends much of his time alone or with children of his parents’ friends. 

he thinks almost all his life that he is ready for death. it was a simple and honest truth in the moody household that their work, though important and necessary, was dangerous. he sees narrow brushes with danger all his young life, accompanying his parents to too many funerals to count; he learns protection charms before he learns to tie his shoes. and so he thinks of death as a family friend, a familiar acquaintance, and foolishly pats himself on the back for being so well-adjusted, for accepting reality instead of fearing it.

hogwarts ,

when he first arrives at hogwarts, he is calm, unassuming; he doesn’t arrive, like so many purebloods do, with the weight of countless expectations upon his shoulders. nor does he feel like he is escaping some restriction, and finally free; if anything, he is less independent here, under the watchful eyes of prefects and professors, and he grates a little against rules he thinks are foolish or unnecessary.

when it’s his turn to be sorted, the sorting hat only hesitates for a moment between gryffindor and hufflepuff; he is brave, yes, fearless to the point of recklessness, but when the hat poses the question, all alastor can do is shrug. his mother was a slytherin, his father a hufflepuff, and so he doesn’t really mind either way; he knows who he is, regardless of what house colors he wears, and that is enough for the sorting hat to know where he belongs.

he fits in well in hufflepuff, but doesn’t restrict himself to just that; he’s never felt particularly inclined to draw harsh lines in the sand, and makes friends across houses and even years. it helps that his name commands some respect — not from some purebloods, who sneer and consider him and his family all blood traitors, but from the rest, who read the headlines about aurors apprehending dark wizards and are pleased. 

in his second year, though, the headlines change. he is called out of history of magic class — something he had almost enjoyed, at the time, and still hates himself for — and brought to the headmaster’s office, where he’s made to wait until his mother arrives. he’s sixteen when he hears of his father’s death, and it feels like the unshakeable world comes crashing in. he thinks he can prepare for death, steel himself against the pain and struggle through mourning with a straight spine and dry eyes, but he’s a fool, and just a boy at that. 

he’s outgrown his childhood funeral suit, so he wears his father’s mourning robes to the funeral; they’re well-worn, mended at the hems, and alastor finds two knuts and a sickle in the pockets. he leans on his mother, and she leans on him, and she seems both stronger and more vulnerable than he’s ever seen her. they sit shiva together, the two of them in their little seaside home. alastor’s always felt distant from the muggle locals and neighbors, friendly but unable to connect, but they show up all the same. in twos and threes they arrive with their food, condolences, well-wishes, their offers to weed the yard or pick up groceries for the mourning family; it’s their good will that helps the moodys through their grief, more than the ministry’s stiff condolences and posthumous honours.

he returns to hogwarts changed; more anxious, more wary. his heart leaps in his throat every time he receives a letter, fearful it will be news of his mother’s death. he grows harder, less tolerant of snide anti-muggle comments even when they’re almost innocuous. he’s always been a relatively serious boy, but now he hardly laughs at all, and when he does, there’s a bite to it. he excels in school, working doubly hard, already certain he must become an auror and insistent upon achieving it, but there’s no pride in it, no competition; he just knows what needs to be done.

but as months turn to years the passing time lulls him into a false sense of security; at some point, the pain of loss turns from a sharp agony to an ever-present but dull ache. alastor joins the quidditch team, the duelling club ( where he quickly gains a formidable reputation ), has his first of many hogsmeades dates, and feels, foolishly, that life might simply carry on, without too much effort on his behalf. even as war brews on the horizon he assures himself it will be an easy victory, that strength and righteousness will always win out. he prepares, but with a youthful foolishness; he thinks this might be the chance to avenge his father, to protect the weak, to prove himself a warrior. 

the summer between his sixth and seventh year, his mother is so busy she’s barely in the house; when she is, it’s never long before she’s called to yet another meeting, yet another raid. he visits her office often, tea and sandwiches in tow, memorizing the names and faces that are pinned up around the auror office, the most wanted, the suspected conspirators, the known associates. the writing is on the wall: danger approaches. the house is reinforced, protection charms everywhere, locks re-spelled, alarms at all entrances, but at the same time, life goes on.

it’s a rare evening when the two of them are home together, barbecuing kebab in the yard in the late summer sun, a moment of peace among all the concern. they share a bottle of firewhiskey, reminiscing, and laughing together, and making plans to weed the front yard, paint the window frames, and mend the fence — helpful little things alastor can do over the summer while his mother is so very busy at work.

he crawls into bed drunk and at peace, thinking about paint swatches, warm breeze through the open window, the cat curled up at the foot of his bed — and startles awake hours later, still half-drunk to the sound of crashing, glass shattering, the very foundations of the house trembling. the smell of something burning rises from the stairs, and despite his fear he jumps up instantly. there are death eaters in the house ( alastor counts four but thinks there may have been more ), in their black robes and silver masks, and by the time he’s halfway down the stairs his mother is already dead. he fights back as well as he can, but he’s alone, unprepared, and is hit with a curse before he can do much of anything. 

they leave him there, unconscious in the slow-smoking ruins of the sitting room. something about not unnecessarily spilling pure blood, and he’s only a boy, and clearly no threat. he is awakened as other aurors arrive, his parents’ colleagues and friends, and he’s so out of sorts he must be petrified and sedated before he can be taken to st. mungos. this time, he is drunk at the funeral, hiding red eyes behind sunglasses, and he sits his shiva alone, permitting no visitors. he takes what he needs from home: clothes, books, heirlooms, the sneakoscope and foe glass and his father’s old coat, and leaves, renting a room at the leaky cauldron for the rest of the summer.

he returns to hogwarts changed once more; furious, pained, burning the candle at both ends trying to find a way to win a war that hasn’t even truly started yet. 

personality , hcs , etc. ,

alastor has always been confident, wavering between self-assured and simply cocky, depending on who you ask. he was raised to respect and value everyone, and that includes himself, but he has always also thought of himself as a little more clued in, a little more worldly, than most others. this is in part because his parents confronted him with the reality of the world at quite a young age, and in part because of the horrors he has himself witnessed. although he isn’t usually a dick about it, he does tend to think he’s the most aware, clued in person in the room, or the only one who really knows how the world works.

he’s also quite concerned with projecting the image of strength, not because he’s really that concerned with what other people think, but more because he believes pretty strongly in the whole ‘fake it till ya make it’ idea, and feels like showing weakness means you are weak. plus it makes you a target.

has a fat orange cat named fried egg, or just fry for short; she’s four years old, and the grandchild of the same cat his father had when he was at hogwarts. she’s a hellish little demon cat who does her best to catch rats, frogs, small owls, bowtruckles, bag charms, and pretty much anything else she can get her little paws on. can and will claim a whole couch in the common room by stretching out right in the middle. if there’s a small dead creature in the hufflepuff common room or dorms you know who to blame. 

alastor enjoys quidditch, but isn’t particularly competitive; he likes playing beater as it’s a pretty good release for aggression. he plays an aggressive match especially against slytherins, and will more use quidditch as an outlet for his personal vendettas, rather than that it informs them. absolutely fearless on the pitch, and has broken multiple bones, including his nose. don’t play chicken with him, he can and will run straight into you just to prove a point.

although he’s something of a duelling prodigy ( or rather, he’s been well trained since a young age ) and excels at defense against the dark arts and transfiguration, alastor’s top favorite class is care of magical creatures. he just thinks they’re neat. is he a bit of a dragon fanboy ? maybe so.

deeply paranoid, suspicious, and untrusting, especially now. he keeps a notebook of notes, newspaper clippings, observations and overheard conversations, helpful spells and countercurses, and a running list of which classmates and families he suspects of being death eaters, and of which students he fears might become targets. it’s well-spelled to keep out prying eyes, but you can often find him scribbling in it when he should be taking notes in class. 

more to be added ! 

plots ,

just wanted to say first of all that i love plotting, hc’ing, brainstorming, etc. so please hit me up ! if nothing here works i’m super happy to think of something else. also, every single one of these is open to all genders unless specified ! i also especially love plotting based on other connections ( i.e. muse a and muse b are friends, muse b and muse c are exes, therefore muse a and muse c do not get along, or smth ) idk i just have a lot of ideas !

best friends.  any house, but preferably for seventh years ? should be either order aligned or neutral but sympathetic to the order. these would be the very few people in the world alastor is still somewhat vulnerable around, and the few who can still get him to smile these days. also the only people he will take any shit from. the people he considers family, now that he has none of his own left. 

other order members. the options here are so many ! people who fully share his convictions and with whom he can share his theories, who problem-solve and discuss together. people ( particularly muggleborns or younger students ) whom alastor feels very protective of and worried about. can be annoying and overbearing or he’s just keeping an eye on them from a distance, or maybe helping them train. or people who are in the order but whom alastor doesn’t trust; pretty much any pureblood / slytherin / anyone with death eater family would fall under this. lots of options ! 

family friends.  alastor’s parents were very well-respected in the wizarding community, upstanding citizens, well-known and talented aurors, and all around good people; they could have gone to hogwarts with your muse’s parents or otherwise gotten to know them from work or through pretty much any other avenue ! this could go a few different ways, either they can be good long-term childhood friends, or perhaps they never got along but had to suck it up because their parents were friends, etc. 

enemies.  listen, i’m sure alastor has a ton of these ! gimme all the baby death eaters, slytherins, and pureblood supremacists. or even just characters who are just neutral but tangentially related to anyone who might be a death eater. alastor doesn’t discriminate between hatefulness and cowardice, it’s all the same to him: two sides of the same self-serving coin that gets other people killed. he can and will cause problems for them on purpose. absolutely will not hesitate to cause physical injury, or curse someone if they are out of line; you use the word mudblood in his presence and he can and will hex your tongue in a knot or, idk, turn you into a ferret. 

people involved in his family’s deaths.  ok this would definitely be quite a heavy plot and would need to be discussed quite a bit, but i think it could be neat ? alastor’s father died in the line of duty and may or may not have been targeted, but his mother was explicitly killed by death eaters because of the threat she posed. that could have been your muse’s death eater parents, or the hit could have been part of your character’s death eater initiation ( and maybe even the reason why al was allowed to live ? idk man just gimme the drama ) but either way ! alastor is investigating, angry, suspicious, and there will be hell to pay if he figures it out. think it could b a cute terrible dramatic plot.

exes.  gimme a handful of these, with a bit of variety, please, i love them. something short-lived and intense over the course of one semester, that ends when one or both of them gets a little too far into their feelings ! something sweet and quaint in their early years, with first little hogsmeade dates and hand-holding ! a former fwb thing with bad communication that falls apart and leaves them both with some hard feelings ! good friends that think they have feelings for each other, date for two weeks, and then give it up and go back to just being pals ! honestly especially when he was slightly younger and less paranoid, depressed, etc. alastor was definitely weak as fuck for a pretty face. 

the one bad ex-ish.  listen i just very specifically love the idea of alastor having some insanely intense chemistry with a death eater aligned character, that enemies to lovers ( who are still definitely enemies ) vibe. every time they hook up they both regret it intensely, and are to embarrassed to ever tell their friends. they both kinda think they hate the other person, and know they’re on different sides of a brewing war, but also. brain empty very sexy.

crushes / unrequited / un-acted-upon feelings.  ok listen, correct me if i’m wrong, call me out, etc. but alastor’s a whole 6′2″ of broad shoulders, gorgeous hair, green eyes, he’s all tall dark and handsome and also tortured, also a quidditch player, intimidating, etc. and i love the idea of people having crushes on him bc he’d be either annoyed or oblivious and that amuses me greatly. what a man tbh. also love the idea of him having feelings for someone, perhaps even over a longer period of time, but absolutely not wanting to tell them bc he has a bit of a martyr complex, is afraid of losing the people he loves, and also thinks he’s no good and gonna get them killed ! also could just be someone he had a crush on earlier and no longer does, but still thinks they’re just incredibly cool and admires them. could go lots of ways tbh.

study buddy.  so, honestly, alastor’s not concerned that much with school beyond needing the qualifications to become an auror. this would probably be someone with similar aspirations/goals; someone who wants to get the grade but spends more time researching obscure defensive spells and countercurses and hex reversals which will never be on the test, because those are ultimately more important. they both just help support each other academically to make sure they get where they need to be, and practice and work on more advanced combat magic together as well.

neighbors.  kind of, not really ? after his mother’s death alastor’s been living in a rented room in diagon alley, avoiding his family home at all costs. this could be someone who either lives there or in london more generally who he keeps running into over that summer. he’s probably deeply unpleasant particularly at that time so forgive him in advance pls.

drinking buddies.  does alastor have a drinking problem ? maybe. but he also has much, much bigger problems he has to solve first, hence the drinking. he’ll manage just fine on his own too, but that doesn’t mean it’s not nice to sit in relative silence next to someone. he prefers the quiet and general Bad Vibes at the hog’s head over the three broomsticks, but isn’t that picky. 

duelling rival.  a member of the duelling club who alastor absolutely hates, and who hates him. they absolutely drive each other to perform better and push each other hard, but that’s not because they’re trying to help the other improve; it’s because when they duel they are actually straight up trying to kill each other, while making it seem like an accident.

[narcissaa]

Is that narcissa black i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re twenty year old slytherin, returning for their sixth year, but their friends would tell you that they are clever & bewitching as well as manipulative & insecure. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pure blooded, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: long fingers perfectly manicured, locks of gold perfectly brushed and adorned with a bow, milk baths with crimson roses, devilish blue eyes.

Golden locks, rosy cheeks, bright eyes came rushing into the world in a screaming mess. The last daughter of house Black, precious child of golden crown placed upon her head by no other than her mother herself, there always an incline towards the light haired girl, many whispered it to be because she resembled the older lady the most, others because she wasn’t as reckless or dangerous as the other two. No. Narcissa had a tendency to please, to listen, to follow into the steps and plans that were carefully traced for her. Delicate as the flower she was named after, but with a bright mind of her own. Learning from a young age that being agreeable was the way to open doors to anything she could desire.

Alike the other two older sisters, Narcissa, held a mind for witchcraft with an uncanny talent. Thrown into books and magic from the moment she could comprehend the context, the small girl became fascinated and enchanted by the world that she had been born in, the more you pore into her mind the more she craved the knowledge of anything she could get her hands on. Her Hogwarts years did not come fast enough for her, the corridors of the old castle welcomed her with open arms as if she had always belonged there. Her two older sister being the year ahead of her helped a lot for the young girl to not feel out of place, in fact the year before when she had spent it all alone at home had been the hardest for her.

Young mind molded with coldness intellect into her small frame, no room to question or hesitate the norms she had to avid by, family traditions. Even cutting off her own cousin, and she questioned it, all in silence as she sat pretty religiously replying her lipstick without bringing to much attention to herself. Perfection, nothing far from it, that was what she strived to be and she was. There would be no room for questioning if she was a good daughter, a good student, a pure blood. She builded her reputation from the moment she stepped into magic school, girls from all ages either bent to her every whim by adoration or were too scared to go against it. With the years came wisdom, curiosity and knowledge.

One cold rainy morning one of her professors threw the word around class, Legilimency. A single word that struck fire through her mind, she would spent the next years of her life mastering the ability even if it was the last thing she learned. By the end of her fifth year she had the basics down, she was good at it, many had praised her, but like anything she was still too impulsive, too overly confident and somedays the acquire skill got the best of her. Then there were good days were she seemed to have it all under control, where the legilimency helped play more mind games than anyone was prepared for. After all she wore an invisible crown everyone was very aware of it, wrapped around her fingers like tiny marionettes. Many feared her oldest sister because she seemed dangerous, but they forget about the serpent under the rose.

Although seemingly she agrees with everything her family has carefully decided for her, there are still days she questions and plots how to stop it, but the result is always the same. The perfect daughter cannot step away from the carefully traced path they have created for her, she has too much too lose, too much at stake, too much she isn’t willing to sacrifice.

The youngest daughter, and her mother’s favorite.

Incredibly talented at manipulation, and has a pristine reputation.

Cherishes her sisters and family above everything else.

Constantly wearing her invisible crown, but does deal with insecurities.

Has a collection of dedicated followers amongst the years who flock to her.

[upendiing]

                             “ you are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: you did                                not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind ”

(   *  💀  /  froy gutierrez, cis man, he/him )  —  is that evan rosier i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old slytherin, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are adaptable & intuitive as well as dissatisfied & repressed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: welcoming the first bite of frost on un-gloved fingers; handwritten entries in heavy journals burned once the page is full; a cool mist rolling in off the sea (there are things you’d rather be obscured); messy hair, from the rush of wind and bored fingers both; the clenched-fist, broken-glass feeling that this can’t be all there is.  —  ( zoe, she/her, 23, cst  )

CONTENT WARNINGS:   parental death, parental manipulation + a generally bad relationship with a parent, punching things as a form of self harm; mental illness isn’t explicitly mentioned but evan definitely has some very unhealthy coping mechanisms.  ADDITIONAL MATERIALS:   evan’s playlist,  connections,  stats page,  &  pinterest board  

                                     FIND EVAN’S INTRO HERE.

[unceasiing]

                                       “ i am clawing myself into negative                                       space, a creature of only absences. ”

(   *  💀 /  hafsanur sancaktutan, cis woman, she/her )  —  is that alecto carrow i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old ravenclaw, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are poised & resourceful as well as over-cautious & proud. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the the death eaters. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: jeweled daggers tucked into frothy skirts like a secret; gilt edged pages on well-worn books; a cold shiver on the cusp of winter, hidden with a smile ( no one can know you feel anything ); the repetitive motion of a brush through hair, the one routine you won’t let time corrupt; beautiful jewelry draped across your throat as if anything could protect your weak spots.  —  ( zoe, she/her, 23, cst  )  

CONTENT WARNINGS:   death of a close family member, mourning, parental neglect, manipulation, alcohol use  ADDITIONAL MATERIALS:   alecto’s playlist,  connections,  stats page,  &  pinterest board  

                                   FIND ALECTO’S INTRO HERE. 

[cxnnell]

(         *      💀      /      alex   fitzalan,   cis   male,   he/him      )      —      is   that   connell   wood   i   just   saw   rushing   down   the   corridor?   i   hear   they’re   a   twenty   one   year   old   gryffindor,   returning   for   their   seventh   school   year,   but   their   friends   would   tell   you   that   they   are   venturesome   &   unfazed   as   well   as   ignorant   &   undisciplined.   if   you   want   to   know   more   about   them,   i   guess   i   could   tell   you   that   they’re   half   blood,   and   from   what   i   hear,   they’re   currently   allying   with   the   order.   when   our   divination   professor   looks   into   their   crystal   ball,   they   see:   a   seven   am   sunrise   of   endless   possibilities,   tattered   maps   and   spur   of   the   moment   plans,   sea   salt   air   and   an   outrageous   spirit   of   wanderlust.    

trigger warning: drugs 

a   through   and   through   sagittarius,   connell   wood   was   born   just   as   the   sunshine   broke   through   the   stormy   grey   skies   of   a   december   morning   in   county   cork.   it   was   an   apt   entrance   into   the   world,   one   that   the   neighbors   would   remark   upon   in   years   to   come.   they   named   him   the   golden   child.   alongside   his   parents   and   brother   who   was   eighteen   months   his   younger,   the   wood   family   had   known   popularity   among   muggle   and   wizards   alike.   their   muted   eccentricity,   their   warmth   and   their   liberalism   kept   their   doors   open   to   all   that   traipsed   through.   whether   that   be   a   muggle   whose   boat   had   faltered   on   the   county   cork   shores   or   a   witch   in   search   of   the   rare   ingredients   that   could   only   be   harvested   on   irish   soil.   

   fallen   victim   to   the   egos   and   ambitions   of   the   english,   ireland   was   often   a   turbulent   place   for   one   to   settle.   the   wood’s,   though   magical,   had   fought   intensively   for   the   right   of   a   united   ireland   in  the   muggle   world.   the   violence   endured   in   both   the   inner   cities   and   along   the   obsolete   countryside   carried   a   weight   that   was   still   endured   by   irish   muggles   and   wizards   today.   connell’s   grandfather   and   father   created   subtle   suspicion   for   their   role   in   advocacy   and   combat,   especially   in   an   age   where   english   forces   were   so   dominant.   as   his   parents   would   expose   to   their   sons   later,   this   was   the   reason   why   they   spent   such   large   portions   of   the   years   travelling.   fleeing   possible   persecution   with   only   the   protection   of   their   family   in   mind,   connell   decided   at   age   ten   that   his   parents   were   unwaveringly   brave.   

   the   first   destination   that   he   clearly   remembered   was   germany.   there   wasn’t   any   particular   reason   that   it   stood   out   in   his   seven   year   old   brain,   other   than   it   being   the   place   where   he   first   missed   home.   he   missed   the   animals   that   their   muggle   farmer   neighbour   cared   for,   missed   the   candy   store   with   endless   choices   and   a   store   assistant   that   always   gave   him   extra   sugar   quills   and   most   of   all,   the   attention   that   he   received   from   their   neighbours.   there   was   never   a   person   who   could   resist   pinching   his   cheek   or   ruffling   his   hair,   he   was   the   golden   child   after   all   and   the   golden   child   missed   home.   

   after   germany   came   brazil.   he   was   days   away   from   age   eight   now   and   finally   he   was   settling   into   their   new   lifestyle.   with   a   promise   to   return   home   for   christmas,   connell’s   entire   perspective   had   changed.   it   was   as   if   his   adolescent   mind   had   been   taken   over   by   an   adult   voice:   enjoy   these   experiences,   fall   in   love   with   the   people,   the   world   is   so   far   and   wide   and   yours   for   the   taking.   his   personality   once   again   flourished,   he   returned   to   being   golden.   his   parents   smiles   beamed   brighter   than   the   sun   as   connell   charmed   with   his   gappy   smile   and   irish   humor.   children   often   demonstrated   their   magical   capability   out   of   uncontrolled   emotions   of   upset   and   anger.   but   for   connell,   it   was   out   of   intense   joy.   he   set   off   fireworks   in   the   brazilian   skies   as   he   saw   his   first   nogtail.   

   from   germany   to   brazil   to   japan   to   india   to   france   and   canada,   connell   had   experienced   more   of   the   world   than   most   his   age   and   beyond.   his   homesick   childhood   blossomed   into   an   intense   adoration   of   the   world   around   him.   they   returned   to   ireland   often   but   it   was   not   long   before   their   parents   worries   faded   and   their   travels   were   out   of   want   rather   than   need.   they   believed   it   was   the   best   education   that   they   could   give   their   children   and   connell   could   not   agree   with   them   more.   immersed   in   muggle   and   wizard   culture   alike,   connell   adored   swimming   and   soccer   in   the   same   way   he   loved   quidditch.   he   found   muggle   movies   and   shows   far   more   stimulating   than   wizarding   plays   and   books.   he   told   his   parents   at   age   eleven   that   he   intended   to   live   his   future   as   a   muggle.   that   was   until   they   reminded   him   that   then   he   could   not   fly   on   a   broom   and   that   future   was   quickly   erased   with   a   self   assurance   that   he   would   be   attending   hogwarts.   

   to   his   fellow   students,   connell   was   a   magnetic   personality   among   a   sea   of   lions   in   robes   of   black,   red   and   gold.   it   was   often   hard   to   distinguish   yourself   in   a   house   of   such   fierce   personalities   but   without   effort   at   all,   the   irish   boy   managed   to   do   just   that.   his   peers   found   his   stories   unbelievable   and   entertaining   all   at   once,   his   teachers   found   him   amusing   and   energetic   although   his   attention   span   was   always   on   a   ticking   clock.   he   was   a   shoe-in   for   the   quidditch   team   from   his   second   year   although   the   muggle   soccer   team   was   a   greater   prize   to   him.   at   the   beginning   of   every   year,   eager   fans   in   the   stands   and   players   alike   waited   with   bated   breath   to   see   if   he’d   show.   instead,   you’d   often   find   him   exclaiming   just   how   great   muggle   sports   were,   with   a   soccer   ball   under   his   arm   or   with   intent   to   swim   laps   in   the   pool.   

   his   first   few   years   at   hogwarts   were   ones   of   intense   enjoyment,   returning   home   to   county   cork   at   christmas   with   tales   of   joy   and   wonder   that   his   parents   had   experienced   in   their   childhood.   in   the   summer   months   where   they’d   return   to   their   travels   once   again,   connell   would   talk   to   anyone   that   would   hear   that   hogwarts   was   the   superior   wizarding   school.   ilvermorny,   beauxbatons   and   durmstrang   had   nothing   on   dumbledore’s   hogwarts   after   all.   he   wasn’t   sure   when   the   shift   occurred,   perhaps   halfway   through   his   fifth   year   when   an   unsettling   feeling   returned   to   his   parents   once   again.   this   time   at   the   hands   of   magic   rather   than   muggles.   he   began   to   feel   trapped,   enclosed   by   the   scottish   mountains   with   the   only   escape   being   the   familiar   sights   of   hogsmeade.   his   friends   and   peers   knew   him   to   never   sit   still,   they   realized   with   an   intense   sadness   that   graduation   from   hogwarts   meant   a   life   without   connell   wood.   once   he   took   off,   he   was   highly   unlikely   to   ever   return.   

                                                            tw: drugs ! [ below ] 

despite   his   impatience,   connell   knew   that   this   was   a   year   to   treasure.   returning   for   his   seventh   year,   he   was   a   golden   child   once   again.   the   self   proclaimed   free   spirit   of   gryffindor,   if   there   wasn’t   a   party   with   him   in   attendance   it   was   surely   not   one   worth   remembering.   the   ‘   big   man   on   campus.   ’   he’d   heard   that   term   in   a   muggle   american   movie   once   and   his   brother   had   used   it   to   describe   him   ever   since.   it   was   his   fifth   year   when   he   began   smuggling   in   the   muggle   substances   that   even   pureblood   witches   and   wizards   would   succumb   to.   with   the   upmost   pride   in   his   house,   even   he   found   it   amusing   that   snakes   were   at   the   mercy   of   a   lion   in   providing   them   with   their   high   for   the   night.   all   assured   and   tested   personally,   connell   believed   his   existence   on   earth   was   to   ensure   everyone   enjoyed   their   life   as   much   as   he   did,   even   if   it   was   for   only   one   night.   

   so   send   him   an   owl   or   find   him   in   the   swimming   pool,   connell   is   going   to   make   this   a   year   you   won’t   forget.  

[gillywds]

‘ i’ll  use  you  as  a  warning  sign  ,  that  if  you  talk  enough  sense  then  you’ll  lose  your  mind  .  ’

tw.  child  neglect  and  abuse  ,  doctors  ,  mental  illness  .

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨  :  felicity  smoak  (  arrow  )  ,  leo  fitz  (  agents  of  shield  ) , willow  rosenberg  (  buffy  the  vampire  slayer  )  ,  kala  dandakar  (  sense8  )  ,  derek  shepherd  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  ,  rachel  zane  (  suits  )  .

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬  :  docs  ,  pinterest  ,  playlist  .

[franklongbottem]

he smells like cigarettes and green tea, with a hint of sweetness and safety. he tastes like chocolate and mint, with a hint of bitterness and longing. he looks like a piece of art, with a hint of imperfection and insecurity.

(   *  💀  /  chance perdomo, cis man, he/him  )  —  is that frank longbottom i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old gryffindor, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are dedicated & honourable as well as short-tempered & impulsive. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: your blood is ancient. you were born with power in your veins. you are not caesar, you are octavian - bound for incomparable greatness, carving marble out of stone. you inhale smoke and exhale glory. your wings are wide and they fly high, inching closer and closer to the burning sun. you must remember, boy, you are still just a child. laugh with your friends and keep that smile while you can - caesar's death is coming and soon it will be your time.  

character parallels: steve harrington (stranger things), jake peralta (brooklyn nine-nine), stefan salvatore (the vampire diaries), harper (set it up), peter kavinsky (tatbilb), bellamy blake (the 100) links: pinterest

                                            follow the link to frank’s intro

[potterjstag]

—  is that JAMES POTTER i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a(n) TWENTY year old GRYFFINDOR, returning for their SIXTH school year, but their friends would tell you that they are ENERGETIC & FORTHCOMING as well as IGNORANT & MADCAP. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re PUREBLOOD and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: socks constantly falling down, skewed glasses bent back to shape, quick feet echoing down hallowed halls .  

full  name:  James  Potter

nicknames:  prongs

birthday: march 27

accent:  hints  of  West  Country  melded  into  Southern  posh

sexuality:  not really sure,  like  he’s  probably  good  to  go  but  is  sort  of  stuck  in  such  a  way  that  he  can’t  imagine  being  attracted  to  anyone  else

relationship  status:  pining,  but  embarrassed  by  it

positive  traits:  energetic,  forthcoming

negative  traits:  ignorant,  madcap

patronus:  Stag

boggart:  tba

wand  type:  mahogany  with  unicorn hair,  11  inches.

The  pride  and  joy  of  elderly  parents,  even  if  he  never  really  realized  it.  He  had  no  reason  to.  Everything  James  Potter  needed  was  before  him  and  at  a  whim.  No  other  world  could  exist  outside  of  him  and  his  parents  in  a  perfectly  enchanted  home.  It  wasn’t  until  Hogwarts  that  James  realized  the  wealth  he  came  from,  the  recognition  his  last  name  brought,  and  the  varied  opinions  on  what  exactly  that  could  mean.  

But    kindred  spirits  were  all  around  him,  the  moment  he  was  sorted  into  Gryffindor.  His  only  questions  relating  why  exactly  he  needed  to  listen  to  the  adults  in  the  room  when  they  asked  something  of  him.  It  seemed  ridiculous.  But  Merlin,  did  he  love  Gryffindor  and  practically  everyone  in  it.  Far  enough  away  from  the  purebloods  of  Slytherin,  but  close  enough  to  people  who  reminded  him  of  the  best  parts  of  home.

And  soon  enough,  he’d  formed  something  of  a  circle  about  it,  barely  realizing  he’d  placed  himself  right  at  the  center  of  it  -  for  that  just  seemed  to  naturally  be  where  he  had  always  fit.  He  was  never  meant  to  be  a  leader  -selected  from  a  rag  tag  group  to  plan,  picked  from  an  army  of  mediocre  quidditch  playing  teens,  recognized  in  the  halls.  

But  the  last  name  turned  out  to  have  more  recognition  than  James  Potter  ever  considered.  A  good,  honest  upbringing  kept  him  sheltered  from  the  dubious  entrances  of  pureblood  societies,  while  the  comfort  of  a  wealthy  home  left  him  ignorant  to  any  other  way  of  life.  But  slowly,  he  fell  into  that  mythos  -  the  trouble-maker,  the  sly  grin,  the  next  quidditch  captain.  The  attention,  different  from  his  mum  and  dad’s  dotings,  fueled  his  ego  even  as  he  filtered  his  friend  group  to  a  specific  few.

“Hey,  watch  me  scale  the  outside  of  the  castle.”

“Those  weren’t  my  stink  bombs,  Professor.”

Though,  it  never  was  about  getting  away  with  it.  It  was  about  who  in  particular  would  notice,  and  if  not,  then  it  was  about  sharing  those  smirks  and  hidden  laughs  while  new  plans  were  just  waiting  to  be  made  every  year

Facts:

-  Smart  boy,  but  dumb  boy  like  he  just  doesn’t  comprehend  concepts  outside  of  the  classroom

-  He  barely  realized  he  was  the  ring  leader  among  his  friends  and  it  happened  as  a  result  of  always  being  the  center  of  attention.  It  seemed  so  natural  that  he  didn’t  even  process  it.

-  He has been cockblocked by Marlene for literally the last six years, no wonder he keeps writing Lily’s initials on everything - he barely gets the chance to talk to her

To  be  honest,  my  ideas  with  James  are  a  lot  more  abstract  so  i  don’t  have  much  concrete  to  put  down  yet.  We’ll  flesh  him  out  for  realsies  though.