#riddikulus;intro

[qthebookclerk]

Character name: Quirinus " Q" Quirrell Age & Birthday: 20 & February 14 Gender & Pronouns: Trans-Man, He/Him Occupation: Bookstore Clerk Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Ravenclaw Previous Affiliation: NeutralFace claim: Jamie Raines Traits: Loyal, Observant, Soft- Cautious, Anxious, Full of fake confidence 

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

[tw: transphobia]

Quirrell doesn’t remember much of his early life. There are plenty of pictures but none of them are of him. They are before he had things figured out. They are of a little girl who didn’t feel comfortable in her body and he prefers not to remember that. 

Quirrell found the name Quirinus in a book and loved the way the character made him feel. He was strong, everyone liked him, and most importantly he wasn’t scared of anything. Quirrell was scared of just about everything and hoped embodying his favorite character would help. In a small way it did but turns out anxiety can’t be fixed from a name change. 

He came out to his parents his fourth year. It didn’t go over well. In fact it went terribly. His parents outright denied it, refused to play along in his “game” and ignored it all together. They wouldn’t let him cut his hair, wouldn’t let him dress how he wanted, and only referred to him as their daughter. 

At school he dressed in the boys uniform after much begging and pleading. He had a few friends that knew but for the most part people had no idea at all. It wasn’t easy but he tried his best to just push through. 

As soon as school ended he left home and made the changes that felt right. The long hair was gone, he changed his name, he got himself clothing that felt right, and got himself a job in the best place in the world. A bookstore. 

It was pretty easy to ignore the war when he tucked himself away into the store, avoiding everything. He wasn’t much of a fighter after all, he seeked knowledge after all. He wanted to learn so much and so he did. From a safe distance of war that is. 

He’s been living as Quirinus for three years now and while the war is over he can’t help but feel like there is more to it. Could just be anxiety, at least that is what he keeps telling himself. 

To help keep his mind off of it though, he’s found some false confidence in hookups and pretending he knows what he’s doing. He’s weirdly good at it, but too bad the confidence doesn’t stay forever.

[rosesofrosier]

Character name: Evan Rosier Age & Birthday: 20, September 13th Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him Occupation: Unemployed Blood status: Pureblood (secretly 1/8th Veela) Previous house: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Death Eaters Face claim: Tom Blythe Positive: Charming, Ambitious, Disciplined Negative: Vain, Apathetic, Arrogant

Evan Rosier was born into a house of privilege. He never had to want for anything. Being the first born and only son Of Druella Rosier and Evan Rosier Sr. He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Alongside his twin sister Evan learned the most important rule growing up was presenting himself properly. The Rosiers were a family of seduction and both Evan and his sister learned early on how to use their looks to get what they wanted from people. He grew up being told that a witch had just *gifted* their family with charisma and good looks, as he got older however he learned the truth. The truth that could never be spoken about, less their families status in the sacred 28 be ruined. Evans great grandfather had fathered a child with a Veela. Evan is still unclear on all the details but apparently his great grandmother had struggled with fertility and had been approached by the Veela who wanted nothing more than to have a child of her own which, the Rosiers saw as a perfect opportunity to save face. Apparently both his grand parents had plotted on the side and as soon as his grandfather was born The Rosiers killed her and took the child for themselves, passing off Evans grandfather as their child. Evan is pretty sure the details are more gruesome but, 10 year old him had never thought to question it. Whatever went down had gone down long before he was even thought of and it wasn't his problem. All he knew now was that he had a secret to keep and powers to use. Suddenly he was all too aware at just how easy it was to use his looks to his advantage, suddenly, all the times he was lectured about his messy hair or dirty clothes made sense. If you looked good, and with the small amount of Veela in him he did, you could get people to do whatever. By the time he started school he had practically mastered it. At 11 years old he knew just how to speak and smile in a way that would charm almost anyone, it got him out of trouble more times than he could count and it made it incredibly easy for him to get people to do his work. It only got worse as he got older. Suddenly it went from just being charming to his peers to his peers also being attracted to him, which, gave him even more power. They were all too easy to manipulate.

Because of this, Evan spent a lot of his time at school virtually friendless. Sure, he had people who considered him a friend, but when it came to who Evan thought he could truly trust to like him for him, well, there wasn't many. He tended to stick to his sisters side, who by all accounts, was really the only person he could 100% trust. She was the only one who knew what it was like, if anything, she had it worse, despite Evans attempts to shield her from the harsh realities of people. They all wanted something, they fawned over him like he was nothing but an animal and while he learned quickly how to use that, his sister was a bit more naive. If anything, it only angered Evan more. Made him even more inclined to use people, if he got to them first, used them and discarded them, his sister would never experience it. So, thats what he did. He flirted with, slept with, dated anyone and everyone. If Evan could get them to look his way he went for it, no matter how boring it was and how useless it made him feel. He began to get reckless. Not just in his habits of sleeping around but in his life in general. He began picking fights, hexing random students, it wasn't long after he turned seventeen that his father had reached out to him telling him that The Dark Lord had taken a notice, apparently someone else in the school was an informant and gave him Evans name directly as someone that would be useful, not just for his dueling skills but for his manipulation as well. Evan didn't need to even think about it when the Dark Mark was pushed on him. Truthfully, he didn't give a rats ass about either side of the war, but he had become addicted to the thrill of the battle and using his looks to get people to trust him was what he was good at so if thats what it took to make the Dark Lord happy enough to use him in battle, well, thats what he would do. It was only towards the end of the war that it bit him in the ass. It was supposed to be a simple raid, not too dangerous, especially with their numbers. No one expected the Auror Alastor Moody to be there. Most of the other Death Eaters had the sense to flee, Evan however, addicted to the thrill of it, tried to stick around. He was skilled enough to take Alastors eye in the end but Evan barely walked away from the battle, he still has no idea just how he managed to. The last thing he remembered was being hit with Diffindo and then everything went black. He woke up in his own bed being tended to by a random healer his dad had hired. He woke up without his arm. Magical prosthetics are such an amazing thing, hes heard that a thousand times a day since he woke up, but, they weren't so amazing that they could make up for the real thing. They weren't so amazing that he could still cast spells, the prosthetic allows him to hold his wand, sure, but he can't cast spells with it since theres nothing channeling his magic through the wand. His dueling abilities are nothing compared to what they used to be. He isn't even good enough to duel a fucking first year. To top that off, he's no longer the perfect looking person he was, he's missing a whole fucking arm. The one thing, the one thing he was good at, good for he wasn't anymore. Who the hell would want him now that he no longer looked perfect?

[s-sn4ps]

" but then a simple phrase comes to my brain and makes it all feel better - someday I'm gonna be dead " LINKS | WILL | BE | HERE | WHEN | I | HAVE | SOME

/| SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE |\ Gender/Pronouns: he / him Sexual/Romantic Orientation: cis-male / bisexual / heteroromantic Age: 22 Birthdate: January 9th Star Sign: Capricorn Blood Status: Halfblood Previous House: Slytherin Occupation: Potions Master at Hogwarts

Height: 6'2" Build: slim Skin Tone: pale / sallow Hair: black Eyes: very dark brown Identifying Marks: various burn marks from potions / scars from scrapes on his fingers / dark mark / scattered scars across his chest and back / birthmark on the back of his left hip Appearance: tidy / controlled / tired / overbearing Positive Traits: loyal / intelligent / creative / responsible Negative Traits: grumpy / impatient / harsh / unforgiving Motivations: spite, mostly Current Goal: to make it through the day / avoid public attention Life Goal: retire and open a mail-order Potions business / fade into obscurity Best Quality: ease and willingness to learn Worst Quality: a short temper Fears: ignorance / that no one will ever love himHobbies: herblore / reading / puzzles / collecting Talents: potions / dark arts / dueling Skills: occlumency / legilimency Alignment: Lawful Neutral Group/Organizational Affiliations: Death Eaters / Order of the Phoenix / International Society of Brewers / Potions Monthly subscriber Influential Memory: the day he met Lily / his father threatening him with broken bottles / seeing his mother cry at the dinner table / the day he lost Lily Source of Embarrassment: his childhood / mistakes, present or pastSource of Pride: his superior skills

Backstory: His childhood was far from ideal - it was really no surprise that the dimly lit rooms and surly grounds of his early home in Cokeworth produced a man that was in many ways a reflection. But as a child, Severus knew little more than the sharp tongue of his mother, and the wicked backhand of his father. He kept his nose to his books, helping his mother, Eileen and avoiding Tobias when he could, and for a while, it wasn’t so bad. His father only lashed out when he made mistakes, or when he misbehaved - although both were few and far between - the boy was smarter than that. But it all took a turn for the worse when he started showing his magic in earnest, and that was when he started to come to loathe his father. After all, Severus couldn’t help what he was - he had been born this way, whether he’d wanted to be or not. If Tobias wanted to blame someone, he should have blamed his wife - or himself, for marrying a witch in the first place. But even taking his father into account, he wouldn’t trade his magic for anything, relishing the small moments where his mother would show him more magic, teaching him tricks as they did the chores before Tobias came back home, although those moments were rare. His mother seemed to largely ignore Severus because it was what Tobias expected of her - but it didn’t keep them from fighting regardless, and their misplaced anger and unhappiness often found itself aimed at their son. Magic was Severus' escape - it was what made him unlike his father. It was what made him better. 

So, when he found Lily Evans, it wasn’t hard to imagine his excitement. She was like him. She was magical, and not only did she understand, but she was actually interested in what he had to say. She listened to him, actually wanted to spend time with him - not like the other kids in town that called him names and made fun of him for being poor. Lily was different, and Severus quickly came to care for her a great deal. In truth, she was the first person in his life to give him the time of day. He spent as much time with her as he could, even though largely it meant having to deal with her annoying, non-magical older sister Petunia. Her sister who treated Severus exactly how the other muggle children did. Her sister who was like his father - not understanding, and cruel. She would never understand, she wasn’t like them - and Severus doubted even then that she would ever treat any of them any better. None of them did, why should she be any different? 

The boy thought it might get better when he got his Hogwarts letter, but if anything, it got worse as his father tried to keep him in submission in spite of his growing power - his fear coming out in the same usual ways. But it didn’t matter - because come September 1st, he was gone. From the moment he sat down at the long Slytherin table, Hogwarts was more than he could have ever imagined. Finally, he was home. A place he wouldn’t have to hide who he was - where there were nothing but his own kind, people who understood him. His clothes might still be more worn than the rest, but they were always clean and his meals were always hot, and he thought there couldn’t possibly be any place better than here, and just the thought of coming back every year helped him make it through the long summers with his parents back at Spinner’s End. He was finally able to use his intelligence in a way he had yearned to for years, and from the very beginning he was one of the best in his class, excelling in particular in Potions and the Dark Arts - the latter being of particular interest to him. 

But being in Slytherin had started to drive a wedge between Lily and himself, at first simply because their time together was now much more limited. But as she became closer to her housemates, and him to his, they drifted further and further apart, a fact that weighed heavily on Severus. It was clear that she wasn't a fan of his new friends, and he, in turn, would never understand her tolerance of her own housemates - especially the annoying boy James Potter who played ringleader, along with Sirius Black and his ragtag team of idiots. They treated him as poorly as the muggles had - if not worse- and his hatred toward them was nearly even stronger, but it only thickened the tension between himself and Lily, until finally, he lashed out at the one person he'd promised himself he would never hurt. Mudblood. He'd never said it before, and it slipped through his lips in misplaced anger - perhaps he was more like his father than he thought. As he watched Lily turn from him, he knew he had cast the last shadow onto their friendship. A desperate and angry Severus took the Dark Mark not long into his seventh year, shedding the last remnants of the man he once could have been. 

Once graduated, he decided to start in on perfecting his craft, relishing the feeling of being better than almost everyone in the subject of potions. He quickly grew the business of the small shop in Knockturn Alley, and his reputation allowed him to drop the pleasant facade when dealing with customers (not that he was ever very good at it to begin with), as they would come to him regardless, since his product wasn't easily rivaled. But still, he spent as much time away from people as he could, and when Dumbledore himself showed up one day to offer him a post of Potions Master, he surprised both of them by conceding. He had never had a huge desire to work with children, let alone teach them for that matter, but he knew the post would bring great joy to his master, and Severus wanted to be worthy.

He found himself in a dark spiral, growing more and more secluded, bitter, angry and separated from the world as he was - and then somehow, he still couldn't quite pin exactly how - Dumbledore wormed his way into his mind. If Severus hadn’t already taught himself Occlumency he would have sworn it was some underhanded trick. Leave it to the old fool to prey on the one shred of decency the man had never been able to give up. But suddenly, there he was, working for the Order. At first, he had told himself it was to spy and feed back to the Death Eaters - but even he couldn’t hide from the fact that what he was actually doing was the opposite: he was leaking information back to the Order. He was helping them fight against Voldemort - and what was even more shocking was that it gave Severus back a sense of purpose he hadn’t felt in a very long time. And with that, he found himself fighting harder and harder, willing to give his life for his cause (which was not saying very much, if you asked Severus: purpose or not, he still didn’t think very much of his own value). And it seemed as if he had somehow, maybe, become one of Dumbledore’s most trusted allies.

When the war ended, however, it was hard to convince people of what had really happened - not that he tried very hard. But they would see the mark on his arm, and figured they knew everything they needed to know about him, and that was fine with Severus. Even the ones he had fought alongside in the Order didn’t trust him, and he didn’t do anything to change their mind. He put in a letter of resignation for his post at Hogwarts, and waited for the Aurors to come collect him - but they never came. Either way, he was content to return to Spinner’s End and live out his life in the seclusion of his own home with a mail order Potions business under someone else’s name

But then, one unseasonably warm night in late August, Dumbledore showed up again. This time, he had Severus’ letter of resignation in his hand, and as he stood on the doorstep (Severus would not allow him in), he watched as it burst into flame. It was with a heavy sigh that he pushed the door open, and over a very strong cup of Bourbon the two talked all night - about how Dumbledore had managed to not exactly clear his name, but set the records straight about him, and of course how he expected him back on September first.

Even though he agreed, rather more reluctantly this time, Severus was now a very polarizing figure. Lots of people still hated him, but others (the ones who hadn’t known him before, it seemed) thought him a hero of sorts. He wasn’t sure which was worse. But he couldn’t deny that at least until things settled, Hogwarts would be the best, safest place for him - the place where the least amount of people would bother him. And for right now, that was enough.

[ofmollyweasley]

BASIC INFORMATION

Character name: Margaret "Molly" Olivia Weasley Age: 32 Gender & Pronouns: Female. She/her Occupation: Stay-at-home mom Blood status: Pureblood Previous house: Gryffindor Previous Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix Face claim: America Fererra Traits: Positive - Maternal, reliable, trustworty Negative - Flirty, judgmental, hot tempered

Biography

Molly Prewett was welcomed into the world on a chilly autumn evening, October 30, 1949, in a picturesque wizarding cottage nestled in the heart of the English countryside. Her birth brought an indescribable joy to Charles and Eleanor Prewett, who had longed for a child to share their magical world. Molly was not just their firstborn; she embodied their hopes and dreams.

The Prewett family name resonated throughout the wizarding world, renowned for their prodigious talent in magic, particularly in the intricate arts of charms and enchantments. Molly's father, Charles Prewett was celebrated as a Charms Master extraordinaire. His lectures at the Wizarding Academy were legendary, and his scholarly pursuits often took him to distant corners of the magical world. His knowledge and expertise in charm work were revered, making him a respected figure amongst his peers.

On the other hand, Eleanor Prewett, Molly's mother, was a skilled potion-maker whose concoctions were sought after by potionmasters and healers alike. Her delicate touch and intuitive understanding of ingredients made her a wizarding artisan, and her potions graced the shelves of apothecaries across Britain. Eleanor's love for potion-making was only surpassed by her love for her family.

From an early age, Charles and Eleanor instilled in their children a profound sense of duty, responsibility, and the unshakable importance of family bonds. Their charming cottage was always filled with the aroma of brewing potions and the whispers of incantations. Molly grew up surrounded by magical tomes, cauldrons, and enchanted objects that made their home feel like a living, breathing extension of the wizarding world.

Molly's early years were also graced by the presence of her younger twin brothers, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, These rambunctious twins possessed an insatiable appetite for life and an utterly infectious penchant for mischief. Despite Molly's initial reluctance to partake in their wild escapades, she was drawn into their world of exploration and adventure.

The siblings shared an unbreakable bond that went beyond ordinary family bonds. Together, they learned the value of loyalty as they defended each other from playground bullies and imaginary creatures lurking in the woods. They discovered the importance of standing up for what was right when they uncovered a forbidden charm accidentally practiced by some older students. These shared experiences, filled with laughter, lessons, and a touch of mayhem, played a crucial role in shaping Molly's character.

In this enchanting and loving environment, Molly Prewett grew into a young witch with a heart as warm as her family's hearth and fierce as her father's most potent charms. Her journey from this idyllic childhood to becoming Molly Weasley, a central figure in the fight against the darkness that threatened the wizarding world, was one paved with love, resilience, and a commitment to the values she had learned from her extraordinary family.

Growing up in the Prewett household was not without its challenges. The First Wizarding War was on the horizon, and tensions within the wizarding world were escalating. Being well-versed in the political climate, Molly's parents taught their children the importance of fighting against dark forces and standing up for those who could not defend themselves.

Molly was excited and apprehensive as she embarked on her journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In its wise and ancient wisdom, the Sorting Hat found her a perfect fit for Gryffindor, the House known for its courage, bravery, and chivalry values. It was within the scarlet and gold banners of Gryffindor that Molly's character continued to flourish.

Academically, Molly continued to excel, just as she had back home. Her proficiency in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts became even more apparent at Hogwarts, and she quickly earned a reputation as a student who could always be counted on to master spells with precision and courage. Her determination to protect herself and her friends was evident in her dueling skills, which she honed tirelessly during her years at the school.

Molly's kindness and welcoming demeanor made her a beloved figure among her peers. She had a unique talent for bringing people together, often organizing impromptu gatherings in the Gryffindor common room or lending a sympathetic ear to those who needed it. Her innate ability to create a sense of belonging made her the go-to person for advice and camaraderie. 

But amid the bustling life of Hogwarts, there was another aspect of Molly's identity that was slowly becoming clear to her: her sexuality. As she grew older and more self-aware, Molly realized that she was attracted to both boys and girls. This discovery came gradually as she navigated through friendships and early romantic interests. Molly found herself drawn to individuals of all genders, and her heart didn't discriminate based on gender.

During her fifth year, Molly had a particularly enlightening and heartwarming experience with a close friend, Abigail Blackwood, another fellow Gryffindor. Their friendship had always been characterized by openness and trust. Then, one evening, the topic of relationships and attraction came up as they sat by the fireplace in the common room. Abigail, who identified as bisexual, shared her experiences and the beauty of embracing one's authentic self.

As their conversation deepened, Molly realized that her feelings for Abigail were more than friendship. They shared a connection that transcended the boundaries of gender, and it became clear that their hearts were entwined. They soon embarked on a loving and supportive relationship, which became a source of comfort and strength for both. Molly found solace in Abigail's embrace and the realization that she wasn't alone in her feelings. The acceptance and understanding she received from her friend-turned-lover made it easier for her to embrace her identity as a bisexual witch. Their relationship blossomed, creating a safe space for Molly to fully explore her emotions and desires.

From that moment on, Molly felt more comfortable with herself and her attractions. She became an advocate for acceptance and diversity within the wizarding community and a living example of love transcending societal norms. This aspect of Molly's life, her journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the love she shared with Abigail would later inform her commitment to inclusivity and love in her role as a mother and a member of the wizarding world. It was yet another layer of her character, a testament to her capacity for empathy, her unwavering belief in embracing one's true self, and the beauty of love in all its forms.

After a year of a loving and supportive relationship with Abigail Blackwood, Molly faced a difficult truth. The intense connection they once shared began to wane, and it became apparent that their paths were diverging. It was a heart-wrenching decision, but Molly and Abigail agreed it was time to part ways. Their breakup was amicable, filled with tears and bittersweet farewells, but it was also a testament to their mutual respect for each other's journey.

During the following period, Molly leaned on her friendships for support, particularly her deep bond with Arthur Weasley. Arthur had been her best friend for years, a confidant with whom she had shared countless dreams, aspirations, and laughter. They had grown up together, faced the challenges of adolescence side by side, celebrated each other's victories, and consoled each other in times of loss.

As Molly navigated the complexities of her post-breakup emotions, she found comfort in Arthur's unwavering presence. He was not just her best friend; he was her anchor. Over time, their friendship evolved into something deeper and more profound. They discovered that their love and understanding for each other had transcended the boundaries of friendship.

One evening, under the starry skies of Hogwarts, with the scent of flowers in bloom and the magic of the wizarding world all around them, Arthur finally mustered the courage to express his feelings to Molly. He confessed that he had fallen deeply in love with her, and he had been harboring these emotions for years. Molly, touched by his sincerity and overwhelmed by her own realization that her heart had found its true match, reciprocated his feelings.

Their love story was like a phoenix rising from the ashes of past relationships, and it was as beautiful and enduring as the magic that surrounded them. Molly and Arthur Weasley became a couple, bound not only by their love for each other but also by their shared values, dreams, and the enduring friendship that laid the foundation for their love.

Shortly after Molly and Arthur Weasley officially became a couple, they graduated from Hogwarts, leaving behind the cherished halls of Gryffindor House and stepping out into the world as young adults filled with dreams and aspirations.

Molly was drawn to a career that reflected her compassionate nature and desire to impact the wizarding world positively. She decided to pursue a path in social work, focusing on working with disadvantaged children. Her determination to protect and nurture those in need was a driving force behind her decision.

As Molly dedicated herself to her studies and career, she and Arthur's love deepened. Their relationship was filled with shared laughter, dreams of the future, and countless hours spent discussing their plans. On a beautiful spring day, with the Burrow as the backdrop and their closest friends and family in attendance, Molly and Arthur exchanged vows and were married in a heartfelt ceremony.

Their marriage marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. Together, they faced the joys and challenges that life had in store for them. They were soon blessed with the arrival of their firstborn, Bill Weasley, who brought immeasurable joy to their lives.

Charlie, Percy, and the mischievous twins, Fred and George, followed rapidly, filling the Burrow with laughter and chaos. Molly and Arthur embraced the chaos with open hearts, raising their children with love, discipline, and the values instilled in them from their childhoods.

As the calendar flipped to January 1980, the Burrow buzzed with excitement again. Molly was expecting another addition to their already bustling household. The prospect of welcoming another child filled their hearts with anticipation and joy. Molly's nurturing nature would undoubtedly extend to this new member of their family, continuing the tradition of love and support that defined the Weasley household.

Molly and Arthur, now more in love than ever, looked forward to the adventures and challenges ahead as they prepared to welcome their sixth child into the world. With their unwavering love for each other and their dedication to their family, the Weasleys were a shining example of the power of love and unity, a beacon of hope in a world threatened by dark forces.

[lord-eath]

IC INFO:

Character name: Lorcan d’Eath Age & Birthday: 42, December 31 Gender & Pronouns: Cismale, He/Him Occupation: Lead singer of 13 Nights Blood status: Halfblood/Half-vampire Previous house: Hogwarts Previous Affiliation: OrderFace claim: Chris Evans Traits: + Creative, Patient, Empathetic

-Overthinker, Perfectionist, Cautious 

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Lorcan’s story starts between a vampire and a human falling in love. His father the vampire and his mother the human. It was always a matter of time before fate said it wouldn’t work. His mother passed away when he was four, leaving him and his father to figure out life together without her. 

Since Lorcan’s father was a journalist he traveled with him all over the world. Most of his childhood was dedicated to being tethered to his father so he didn’t wander off too far. Lorcan was bad about just wandering as a child. He learned a lot though, he knows four different languages, and many different cultures. It was during the travels he picked up a love for music.

Hogwarts was pretty interesting. Not many kids needed to eat blood every so often after all. There was a perk to being sorted into Hufflepuff though. Snacks were right there close. It was always nice to have, and he made some decent friends during his time there. 

In school he was your average student. He had to work out a way to get blood, which was something he had to work with the headmaster. After a while he had a few friends he could take a sip from if he needed anything. In his later years (6th and 7th) he had a few girlfriends and boyfriends that allowed it to happen when needed. 

Lorcan had a small little band in school. They would sneak up to the Room of requirement and practice well after curfew. 

He ended up finding his wife somewhere along the way. They were young and in love. They lived the dream of the band life. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll were their jam. Since half-vampries age differently he knew that one day she wouldn’t be there with him but that didn’t stop him. 

He married her after a few years, and within a year the unthinkable happened. He was driving with her and got hit by another driver going too fast. He only lived because of his vampire side. 

For a long while he hated everything. He threw himself into his music and picked himself up that way. 

When the war started he was still grieving. Being an average wizard he did his best to help out where he could. He used his music to help fund the order to the best of his ability. He wanted to help where he could even while he was out on tour. He let his penthouse be a safe house for those who needed it. He didn’t go out fighting but he offered what he could to people who were far braver than him. 

About six years ago now he had a one night stand with a fan. That one night stand came back with a baby a year later. His daughter Rosin. She’s six now and goes on tour with him everywhere. She’s always backstage with giant headphones on and the band loves her. 

With the war over he moved his focus to her and his music again after taking some time to work with the order. 

Anything else?: Half-vampires need blood and human food to thrive! 

[mcrlsxmckinnon]

Character Info

Adoptive Name: Marlene McKinnon

Original Name: Ozge Adabeyli

Age & Birthday: 20, August 25th 1960

Gender & Pronouns: Cis Female, she/her pronouns

Occupation: Trainee Mediwitch for St. Mungo's

Bloodstatus: Pureblood

Previous House: Gryffindor

Previous Affiliation: Theoretically the Order, practically Neutral

Faceclaim: Yasemin Yazici

Traits

Positive Traits + Active + Daring + Hard Working + Determined

Negative Traits - Impulsive - Indecisive - Hesitant - Emotional

Character Summary

Ozge Adabeyli. That was the name that was given to her when she was born. Right before she was placed in a Wizarding Orphanage. Her mother was an underage Pureblood witch in Turkey. Her father was a Pureblood as well but Ozge was conceived out of wedlock. And that was not done.

The McKinnon family had always wanted a daughter, after three of their own biological sons. Instead of trying for a fourth child themselves, they looked at adoption and they found Ozge. She was the fourth in line after Marcus, Maddox and Michael McKinnon. A new name was given to her in the form of Marlene to honour the family tradition of names starting with a M.

While growing up it turned out that Marlene was not one for rules. She pulled pranks with her brothers but always managed to get away with it because her brothers took the blame. Often unwillingly. People would think Marlene would be the innocent one of the four but often she was the instigator of pranks.

Hogwarts was her favourite time in her life. She was sorted in Gryffindor and started to follow the rules. A little. She made some great friends there in her year at Hogwarts and through them, she got pulled into the direction of the Order of the Phoenix.

If there was one thing Marlene was not sure about, however, it was her direction to go in. The young girl did not want a war and she wasn’t sure enough if she was brave enough to be a part of it as well. After graduating from Hogwarts, she did become a part of the Order but if anyone would look closely at her actions for the Order, you could see that she didn’t do a lot. She didn’t work against them, but Marlene was more of a neutral party than anything else.

During the short period of war after her graduation, fate hit the family. Her third brother Michael - who also was part of the Order just as her other brothers - was found dead. Until this day it is not clear who was responsible for it, only that someone from the Death Eaters was.

The day that was reported that her brother was no longer, was the day that Marlene started distancing herself from the Order. He died because he was a part of that group. He could’ve stayed out of it. A spiral started for her. Pulling away from her normal friends, finding refuge in the clubs after the war had ended and friends that she probably shouldn’t have.

[veelavie]

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

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Estelle Rosier

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

AGE: Twenty

BIRTH DATE: September 13th, 1960

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

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

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Rosier Manor

OTHER: Vacation Home in France

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

PETS: Felix (british longhair)

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

PATRONUS: Stoat

BOGGART: Losing her twin

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: roses, parchment, the scent of the ocean

INSPIRATION

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

PINTEREST: here !!

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Druella Rosier & Evan Rosier Sr.

SIBLINGS: Evan Rosier (twin brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Slug Club, Astronomy Club, Herbology Club

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

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

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

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

POSITIVE TRAITS: perfectionist, manipulative, too trusting at times

NEGATIVE TRAITS: caring, loyal, resourceful

MBTI: INFJ

BIOGRAPHY: (tw tbu)

To be updated

[rodolphusxlestrange]

you've got no place to hide and i'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. one look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming, gonna eat you alive. your heart hits like a drum. the chase has just begun. one misstep, you're mine. and you better stay clever if you wanna survive.

basics. 

name: rodolphus xander lestrange. meaning: famous wolf. ardent desire. birthday: november 3rd. scorpio. age: thirty-two. pronouns: he + him. sexuality: heterosexual. siblings: rabastan lestrange. parents: corvus lestrange (father). clarisse lestrange neè crabbe (mother). other family: lestrange family. black family. crabbe family. languages: english. current residence: lestrange manor. born: london.

wizard fun. 

hogwarts house: slytherin. affiliation: death eater. occupation: unspeakable; thought chamber. blood status: pureblood. patronus: crow. boggart: not being noticed. amortentia scent: peanut brittle, paint, new books, burning cedar.  wand type: apple wood. dragonheart string. unyielding. 12".

appearance. 

height: 5’ 10” hair color: brown black. eye color: piercing blue. hair style: parted to the side. fashion style: black form-fitting leather. rings with expensive gems.

personality. 

+ high intellect, street smart, loyal, charming - dangerous, deadly, fanatical, calculating

theme song: monsters by ruelle.

bio.

from the time rodolphus was born, it was clear that he was the future man of the house. there would be no mistake that their first son would be anything but and corvus took him under his wing immediately, leaving clarisse to her own sensibilities. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love. corvus would even go so far as to teach his true son that love only gets in the way of one’s purpose in life, leaving rodolphus with a cold heart and large ambitions. he was his father’s puppet being molded into what a lestrange should be and always was. rodolphus took to it like a fish out of water. he became so self-involved and focused that he became so prideful there was no way of being humble was in his cards. the only love he felt was toward himself, part of the prestigious lestrange family and the sacred twenty-eight that spanned more time than other families only dared dream. when departing for hogwarts, rodolphus’ mature demeanor was already much more put together that he refused to be seen with anyone beneath his stature. at eleven he already knew of the dark lord and that his life would be devoted to him. school was merely a way to aid in how to do so. not to mention, a requirement. If corvus and rodolphus had it their way, the two would be even more disgustingly paired at the hip; rodolphus would learn from his father. nonetheless that was not an option. but being sorted into slytherin house and excelling in all his classes, rodolphus was a force to be reckoned with. known throughout the entire castle, rodolphus clung to his notoriety, doing as he pleased; casting hexes on muggles as practice was his biggest pleasure. His charm and manipulation always worked in his defense. it helped that corvus had such a name in the wizarding community. messing with rodolphus would mean war against the lestrange family and no one could risk such a thing. causing chaos and confirming who was worthy to be at his side became a game. students either feared him or wanted to be him. sometimes both. rodolphus’ head grew larger and larger as the years passed. after leaving hogwarts, rodolphus knew where he stood in society and drank it up like the lavish champagne he would pour down the drain. he had the money and power that made it impossible to not be accepted into the ministry. he aimed to become an unspeakable, leaving part of his life a secret only he could enjoy. the rest of his life was on display but behind the scenes in the thought chamber, rodolphus learned how the mind worked in a way no one ever could have. this was his chance to get yet another upper hand on those surrounding him. knowing it would increase his already dark abilities in dueling, potions and spells, it was only a matter of time before he learned to get inside the minds of society, whether it be the upper echelon or rotten scoundrels that deserved to live in the muck. legilimens was his aim, and a legilimens he became. then occlumancy. and occlumancy came. as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched it unfold with a smile on his face, ever so perceptive with the dark mark beneath the dark sleeves he was forever seen in. the mark pumped through his veins like a heartbeat. if there was anyone dedicated to the dark lord, it was he. when he was called upon he did the lord’s bidding, not thinking twice. the tasks he was given gave him pure adrenaline, only deepening his love for the wicked and cleansing the world of the unworthy. rodolphus lestrange presented a strong face and keen mind to the world that could frighten anyone without his trying. what they didn’t know was the depths of his cruelty, his killings, his torture and, most of all, his lust for it. although the war has officially ended, it hasn't ended for him. it will always continue. there will always be the wrong kind to get rid of. though he thrived as voldemort's right hand, rodolphus isn't blind to the fact that he doesn't need to be someone's right hand to create madness. it's a chance for him to stand out on his own.

[ludcvicb]

IC INFO:

Character name: Ludovic Bagman Age & Birthday: 30 & October 1st Gender & Pronouns: Genderfluid & They/He/She Occupation: Head of Magical Games and Sports, retired beater for the Wimborne Wasps Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Hufflepuff Previous Affiliation: Neutral/Order Face claim: Avan Jogia Traits: +Confident, Extroverted, Passionate, Flirtatious, Open-Minded -Cocky, Selfish, Flaky, Irresponsible, Greedy

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

tw: gambling addiction

Grew up in Muggle London with his parents and little brother. It's said that Ludo was born with a broom in his hand. He practiced flying as soon as he was able to, and attended professional games as frequently as their father would take them.

Being sorted into Hufflepuff came as a bit of a surprise, but the hat assured them that because of their dedication and work ethic, Hufflepuff was the house for them.

Ludo decided to wait until second year to try out for the Quidditch team, realizing it was extremely rare for first years to make the team. Luckily, because he had that spare time in first year, he learned all about gambling. Students were betting on games and even won money if they were right. Ludo spent the rest of the year studying the teams and placing bets. It had become a bit of an obsession, and he began betting on any little thing he could. Wizards chess, exploding snap, anything.

Making the house team as beater in second year, it didn't stop Ludo from continuing to gamble on games, occasionally even betting against himself if he knew it would make him a few dollars.

Their grades were fine, just well enough to get by and be allowed to stay on the Quidditch team. There weren't any particular subjects that Ludo was attracted to, they could only think about Quidditch and money.

Landing a professional career at graduation, Ludo was determined to stay neutral during the brewing war. It wouldn't look too good for a public figure to openly choose a side, wanting to appease everyone. However, because of some debt she owed, Ludo did end up helping out the Order on numerous occasions.

At some point, Ludo became quite involved with Rita Skeeter. They were madly in love, but the two of them couldn't make things work. Both of them were far too focused on their careers that they didn't make time for each other, and Ludo had a hard time staying faithful.

Ludo had been at the Ministry for two years now, managing to land head of the Magical Games and Sports department thanks to his father. They were forced to retire at the age of 28, suddenly too old to be playing on a professional team. It was dreadful, they hated working in an office, but often spent most of their time flirting with anybody who would give them the time of day.

[ofmadamrosmerta]

BASIC INFORMATION

Character name: Rosmerta "Ros" Wilkinson Age: 45 Gender & Pronouns: Female. She/her Occupation: Owner of The Three Broomsticks Blood status: Pureblood Previous house: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix Face claim: Hannah Waddingham Traits: Positive - charming, confident, generous Negative - Flirty, haughty, confrontational

Rosmerta Wilkinson was born in June 1936 to Charles and Margaret Wilkinson. Rosmerta had Charles wrapped around his finger the moment she entered the world, while Margaret, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel… trapped. At least that’s how she had described it to Charles in the letter she had written a year after Rosmerta had been born. Despite their Irish Catholic background, the pair had never gotten married, seemingly making it easier for Margaret to leave her family in the middle of the night. Charles always suspected her parents played a role in her leaving due to the second-hand Catholic guilt they felt about welcoming a child out of wedlock. After the initial shock wore off, Charles didn't think much of it. He had a daughter to raise and a pub to run. 

Rosmerta had grown up in The Three Broomsticks Inn, watching her father, uncles, and aunt run the pub. She watched as her father happily served customers, often into the wee hours of the morning. She watched as her aunt and uncles greeted customers as if they were family. Looking back, she probably shouldn’t have been in the pub as young as she had been, but her family lived upstairs. It was next to impossible to stop her from being there because it was her family’s pub. There wasn’t much she or her family could have done. And she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She loved the sounds of the bustling pub on a Thursday night. She enjoyed being woken up by the sounds of bar stools scraping against the floor. 

As she got older, her family gave her more responsibilities. She was tasked with cleaning the pint glasses when one of the patrons finished or clearing the tables after people drunkenly left the establishment. It shaped her into the spunky, feisty young girl that she was. 

So when she got her Hogwarts letter, telling her she was to go to school the year she turned eleven, she was saddened to know she wouldn’t be able to smell firewhiskey on her father’s shirts when she hugged him anymore, or she wouldn’t be able to hear the sound of glass shattering as someone threw a drunken punch. It had been burdensome, leaving her family and the pub she had grown to love more than life itself for the first time as an eleven-year-old. She was homesick and wrote home often. She was particularly close to her father, who reassured her that the bar would be there when she visited during Christmas and summer break. But it didn’t make it any easier.

Her first year at Hogwarts went about as normally as you would expect. It wasn’t surprising to her or her family when she was sorted into Slytherin, seeing as her spunk and feistiness grew as she found her voice, coming to the defense of other first-years who took the brunt of the older kids' bullying. The following years went smoothly as she found her own group of friends and flourished in her classes. Charms and potions fascinated her, which would do her well with her profession. 

The years she spent at Hogwarts, her group of friends growing and dwindling as it does when you get older and become more sure of yourself, gave her a family away from her family. She had met friends she considered siblings, something she hadn’t had growing up. She had been an only child, her mother running off before she and her father could have more children. 

Once Rosmerta graduated from Hogwarts, she moved back home to help her family run The Three Broomsticks. She had lost her Aunt Barb during her sixth year at Hogwarts. It was a devastating loss because Barb had taken over as her mum when her biological mother had run off. She was the one from whom she had inherited her feistiness and spunk from. But she knew it would make her aunt proud knowing she followed in her footsteps, hoping to run the pub herself one day. 

Rosmerta helped her father run the pub for a few years before he decided he couldn’t do it anymore and retired, handing down the pub to his only daughter. Rosmerta took it in stride, and she loved every moment of it. Her father helped her immensely until she found her footing, and then he moved back home to Ireland.

Over the years working at The Three Broomsticks, Rosmerta had met people from all walks of life. She enjoyed talking to people and hearing about their life experiences. Rosmerta had had a few flings back at Hogwarts, but nothing serious. She had a few boyfriends here and there, but it wasn’t until after she graduated and started working at the pub that she realized she was queer. It was because of the vast clientele that came in and out of the pub that she realized that she was, in fact, gay. One customer, in particular, stuck out to her. They had sparked an immediate connection, and over the months that the woman came to the pub, they struck up a relationship. They were together for eleven years before they amicably broke it off. Since then, Rosemerta has had a few serious relationships, but nothing compared to her first relationship. She often thought fondly of the woman.

When the first war hit, Rosmerta made it a point to keep her pub open, if only to keep some sliver of normalcy for her and her regulars. It was the only thing she could do to keep herself sane. She joined the Order of the Phoenix, and she always made it known, however, that The Three Broomsticks was open to any of the members. Drinks were always on her, and if need be, it could be used for the organization.

Those several years of war hit Rosmerta hard. She was glad her father was home in Ireland, away from the mass hysteria, but she wished he was there with her. She could have done with his wisdom and charm. The pub did better than she expected, especially considering she was averaging a couple of customers a night towards the war's end.

[xdaisyhookumx]

you don't fight fair but that's okay, see if i care. knock me down, it's all in vain. i get right back on my feet again. hit me with your best shot. why don't you hit me with your best shot. hit me with your best shot. fire away!

basics.

name: daisy anne hookum. meaning: much like the beloved bloom, it's a name that embraces the sweetest elements of daylight, unfurling itself to the sun's rays; grace. nickname: days. birthday: june 26th. cancer. age: twenty. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: abigail (sister, 18), natalie (sister, 16), leah (sister, 14). parents: jack hookum (father), charlotte hookum nee banks (mother). languages: english. current residence: flat in london. current job: author. secondhand bookstore. born: baton rouge, louisiana.

wizard fun.

former hogwarts house: hufflepuff. former affiliation: neutral. pet: grey short-haired cat; boo. blood status: half-blood. species: witch. patronus: elephant. boggart: the ghosts of her family. amortentia scent: wet grass, coffee, quill ink, gillywater. wand type: cedar. unicorn core. 11".

appearance.

height: 5'7" hair color: black. eye color: brown. hair style: long and wavy. fashion style: comfortable. fc: samantha logan.

personality.

+ playful, curious, protective, active - scatterbrained, worrywart, obsessive theme song: hit me with your best shot by pat benatar.

bio.

born in the states, baton rouge, louisiana, daisy was in a loving family and first of four girls. charlotte and jack hookum couldn’t have been happier with their clan. daisy was a gem from the first day and always had a mothering instinct. she would play with her dolls and stuffed animals with care until her first sister, abigail, was born. she finally had a human being to focus her love and attention on. she helped her parents and they loved seeing the connection the two had from the first day. then came along the next two siblings, natalie and leah. daisy was thrilled. she kept expecting more children would come but that would be the end of siblings. charlotte and jack certainly had their hands full but could always count on daisy. the house was a busy one but a loving busy house. none of the daughters ever felt like they were taken for granted. daisy herself made sure she gave as much care to each of them as she could and charlotte and jack would never find themselves ignoring any of their children who always came first.

while being such an integral part of the family, daisy showed signs of magic. she was able to make plants grow without trying. the house had a beautiful garden outside that she had created. it was the thing she had for herself. her bedroom was blooming. she didn’t know how she could do it but it brought her joy. when she was eight years old her parents sat her down and explained that charlotte was a witch and that meant that daisy had the chance to have those abilities and it appeared she did. daisy was taken aback but excited by the word magic. when she was told she would be going to a special school to hone her skills, daisy became uneasy about leaving her family. charlotte promised her that she had some of her best days at ilvermorny and not to worry because she had a few years to get used to the idea.

having grown up in louisiana, it came as a big surprise when her parents told the family that they were moving to england due to a job her mother got. they didn’t tell them that it was at the ministry of magic but that it was a huge opportunity that they couldn’t pass up. ten year old daisy’s mind was spinning. she was ten years old and expecting to go to ilvernorny, something she was preparing for. now she was going to be expected to go somewhere else that was brand new. her mother couldn’t promise hogwarts would be the best days of her life. shortly after the move, daisy received her letter. she was nervous but refused to let it get the best of her. she was tough and could handle it. she would be the first of her family to enter such an adventure. she could always write letters to her family and see them at breaks. she had photos that she planned on posting around her room.

when daisy got to hogwarts, she was blown away by the view of the castle from the boats. again, her head was spinning. she couldn’t believe how beautiful it was and hoped that her experience would be just as lovely as that experience. and when she walked into the great hall the experience was only enhanced. butterflies lived in her stomach when she saw that people had to put a hat on to say where you belonged in the school. it told her hufflepuff. a long table of students stood and clapped as she walked to them, not knowing what it meant but felt welcomed as she held her head up high. daisy was proud. she had to be and refused to be anything less.

daisy did well in her classes. she got good marks, nothing outstanding, but grades that got her through and that she was proud enough of. however, the classes she excelled in were history of magic and muggle studies. it was these classes that shaped who she would become as an adult. the war only cemented what she thought about doing later in life.

during the war, daisy spent a lot of time with her family. she stayed neutral but was scared for her family seeing as how she herself was a half-blood and had family that were muggles. she would try her best to fight for her family. if something happened to them, something would happen to her. she wouldn’t let them go down without her. luckily it never came to that. they were safe and daisy was relieved.

after the war, daisy returned to her flat and returned to her job at the secondhand bookstore where she felt at home. she began writing notes about ideas of what she wanted to do with her life. the idea she had before the war was finally going to happen. she was going to prepare herself to live a full year without any magic. she wanted to live as a muggle and write about her experience. she hoped that in doing so the magical world would see that being a muggle has its own magic and to not fear what muggles have to offer the world. daisy hasn’t started her year as of yet but is preparing.

[dahliaxgreengrass]

i look inside myself and see my heart is black. i see my red door, i must have it painted black. maybe then i'll fade away and not have to face the facts. it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.

basics.

name: dahlia maj greengrass. meaning: valley and dahl's flower; the bitter sea. nickname: none. birthday: january 17th. capricorn. age: twenty-one. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: alma greengrass (older sister). parents: hubert greengrass (father). valda greengrass nèe olsson (mother). languages: english, swedish, german. current residence: flat in london. current job: manager at slug and jitters. born: stockholm, sweden.

wizard fun.

former hogwarts house: slytherin. former affiliation: death eater. pet: snowy owl; emil. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: bat. boggart: dahlia’s funeral. amortentia scent: freshly washed linen, used parchment, elderflower wine, popcorn. wand type: blackthorn. dragonheart string. 10 ¾”.

appearance.

height: 5'5" hair color: reddish brown. eye color: deep brown. hair style: wildly tamed. fashion style: formal and covered up. fc: olivia cooke.

personality.

+ dignified, creative, inquisitive, self reliant - moody, argumentative, snobby, calculating  theme song: paint it black by the rolling stones.

bio.

it was supposed to be a blessing when the second child, dahlia maj, was born but right away it was disappointment. the greengrass curse had stricken the baby. a blood malediction with no cure. she was bound to die at a young age. hubert and valda looked into the child’s eyes that already looked sickly. when hubert was not in the room valda cried. her husband had already written the little girl off even though it was his family that brought the curse upon them. valda held her tight but let go when he was in the room. that’s how dahlia’s life would be. loving in secret, resentment, tears, thick skin and sickness.

her death hadn’t come before her hogwart’s letter did. and so she went and was sorted into slytherin, the only thing her father could be proud of. while there she had to find out who she was as she never had the chance before. all she knew was an icy exterior, to rely on no one to constantly be there and to always be second best. but soon she wised up. she wasn’t second best. she was smart as a whip and twice as sharp. all she needed was her right environment and the slytherin common room and its inhabitants gave it all to her.

while she loved many of the classes hogwarts had to offer, potions is where her heart landed. there was something about the creating of potions that appealed most to her; playing with different herbs, piecing them together to see what they would do. though she would never admit it, dahlia secretly hoped that one day — before she died — that she could find a cure. and that one day she could laugh in her father’s face. the only problem is that she had become so comfortable with the fact she was going to die that she hadn’t given much thought about what a real life would be like. but what if she could find out? so she dedicated her study to potions. this led to becoming the assistant manager for the slug and jiggers apothecary.

without proper death eater meetings and chaos to thrive on, dahlia's focus shifted very much toward her potions. she's willing to make anything and everything but her main goal is finding a cure to help herself as she can feel her health failing more and more. she fears that each day will be her last if she can't find anything to keep her alive. oddly enough she had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die but deep down it eats at her nerves.

dahlia clings to her potions but also clings to hope that the death eaters will rise as a group once again, with or without voldemort. 

[corvusalas]

Every time I look around I see broken people. The world is walking on shards of glass made up of a past that words could never even begin to describe. I made my choice a long time ago. So has everyone else. There's no going back.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Selma Odette Avery

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Sel, Little Swan, Avery

AGE: Nineteen

BIRTH DATE: March 19th, 1961, Nineteen

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix (during the war), St. Mungo's (currently)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Cottage on the hillside of Hogsmeade

OTHER: Avery Manor (formerly), Flat in Diagon Alley

OCCUPATION: Healer at St. Mungo's, Former Mediwitch for the Order

PETS: Achilles (eurasian eagle owl), Ophelia (siberian cat, future)

WAND: Beech Wood, Dragonheart String, 11 1/2 inch, slightly yielding

PATRONUS: Nightjar

BOGGART: Drowning in a body of water

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: cedar wood, faint hint of a potions lab, scent of tea

INSPIRATION

SONG: Swan Lake, The Call by Regina Spektor, The Archer by Taylor Swift, What was I made for by Billie Eilish

PINTEREST: Will be updated in the future !!

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS:  Maryse Avery née. Rookwood & Victor Avery

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: Philippe Avery (cousin). Elodie Avery (cousin).

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Ravenclaw

EXTRACURRICULAR: Slug Club, Charms Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Charms, Alchemy, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Potions

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Norwegian, Latin

OTHER LANGUAGES: None.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Raven/Black

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (basic, practicing), Dueling (practicing, decent), Potions (decent), Ballroom dancing (skilled), Harp play (decent), Gardening (decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Curious, Creative, Witty, Adaptive, Intuitive, Accepting

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Perfectionist, Calculating, Secretive, Deceptive at times

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY: (tw Death, Infertility)

Selma Avery was born March 19th, 1959 to Maryse and Victor Avery within the french residence of the Avery family just south of Paris within the countryside. Truth unknown to most other than those within the manor that day was that the mother of Selma was not Maryse at all. Maryse and Victor, having struggled with conceiving a child for the longest time, in their desperation selected a witch that met all the necessary criteria in order to keep the bloodline going. The witch selected was of muggle heritage, despite her otherwise impressive accomplishments and the Averys every willing to take that secret to the grave and protect it at all costs. At an unknown point in time shortly after the birth of Selma the witch was vanished, seemingly taken care of by the family.

The young girl grew up unaware of the events of that night and weeks after, believing herself truly to be her parents' child in every way. Though she was warmer than those around her, not walking the halls with an icy shoulder and instead enjoying the dance lessons and other etiquette classes. Her path seemed rather clear.

When she was six years old her family moved back to England, settling in the family seat in the countryside in the northern part of the country near the Scottish border to resume their lives. Finally she was able to meet more children her own age, making friends fast and very much enjoying the elegant and extravagant parties they all always attended. It seemed like a rather carefree life.

By the time the Hogwarts letter arrived it was no longer a surprise to see the confirmation of Selma's magic written within its pages. It was an exciting new time that lay ahead of her and once there the hat wasted no time in sorting the girl into Ravenclaw. The warmth started making more and more sense although, of course, with each step her sense of creativity and wit began to become more apparent. Her open acceptance of all things, disguised behind politeness began to form. Selma was kind, could be demanding but dedicated to a fault.

Yet, despite all her world was thrown about when she was told about the secret her parents had kept. They could have kept her in the dark, let her live on oblivious to the world she was in but instead made the decision that her knowing would allow her to cover things up better especially given who she was friends with. Never could the secret get out, never the truth made known to others. And Selma kept it that way, fearful of losing those she considered dear. With the war beginning to rage outside the doors of the castle, the young Ravenclaw found herself in a spot wishing she could do more. She felt like an imposter.

Throughout her time at Hogwarts her love for the arts and the potential for potions and transfiguration began to shape. Alchemy added to the mix and the young woman had found her talent. Upon graduation she signed up for the healer training at St. Mungo's, eventually catching wind of a resistance fighting against the followers of the Dark Lord. Fearful at first, the wish to protect and help began to grow stronger. One morning she found herself at her desk, writing a letter to Dumbledore with the request to be taken in and given a chance to fight as much as anyone else. Selma became a mediwitch for the Order, helping out with both healing and potions where she could.

It was soon after that her family's secret was unmasked within the Daily Prophet. Her father was furious, blaming his daughter for the info having come to light. The source of the leak was never found but with the world aware of the secret, Selma reached a point where she refused to play the game any longer. While her parents desperately tried to get a handle on things, focus on damage control and telling others that it was simple blackmail and someone trying to better their status with threats, those closest to Selma now knew of the truth. The witch moved out of her parents home, rarely visiting now as they were part of those on the wrong side of the war, living her own life in a small cottage on the hills of Hogsmeade.

After the war the former Ravenclaw fully settled into her life, working hard at St. Mungo's and building relationships back up. The war always on her mind she cannot help but refuse to ever let that past catch up to her again; to any of them, really.

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Introduction

Name: Lucinda Demetria Talkalot Age & Birthday: 21, December 21st 1959 Gender & Pronouns: Cis Female, she/her pronouns Occupation: Former Professional Quidditch Player, at the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters for the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Blood Status: Halfblood Pureblood Previous House: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Neutral - leaning towards Death Eaters Face Claim: Madelyn Cline Traits: + Passionate + Loyal + Punctual + Determined + Confident + Honest + Hard-working - Aggressive - Stubborn - Tactless - Jealous - Selfish (outside her trusted circle) - Flirtatious - Competitive - Impatient

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Full Biography

Below the cut you will find the full biography written on Lucinda.

Even though Lucinda knew that she was the result of a one night stand from her mother with a Muggle somewhere abroad, she was raised as a Pureblood and in the end that was the most important thing. Nobody needed to know who her father was, it was not of importance.

Growing up has always been a tactical game, completely planned by her mother. Hiding her bloodstatus was not going to be enough if she wanted to be a part of the Upper Class within the Wizarding World. No, Lucinda was to be expected to be friends with the people high up the Pureblood Hierarchy. So that was what Lucinda tried during the many play party’s that were organized during the high teas of the mothers. But the young girl knew that letting people get close to her was not an option. She did not want to risk the people knowing she was not a Pureblood like any other in the same room. So she often was the girl who was sitting on the side, watching the others, observing and see how she would be able to use everything that she was seeing. It was a trait tht she learned from an early age and that she still uses until this day.

There has been one constant escape throughout Lucinda’s life. The first time was when she borrowed the child’s broom of the son of the cook. Flying gave her a completely new experience and it made her feel free. Flying became her escape and she had a talent for it. Her mother was far from happy about it, a girl like Lucinda was not expected to be flying around the garden in her spare time. She was not expected to be falling off the broom from time to time when a stunt failed, to return home with scraped knees or a broken bone. Lucinda knows that a dent in the wall in the hallway was covered up by a cabinet that she moved over so it was covered - forgetting to repair it later on. But there was no way that Lucinda was going to give the broom back. She even got one of her own after whining for it for months.

Going to Hogwarts was only more pressure on Lucinda. It wasn’t just the Pureblood society anymore who could figure out abotu her. No, it was an entire school now and that was the problem. And how was she going to make sure that no one was going to find out; by not letting people get close to her. She was not going to let anyone close to her and risk that people would find out about the truth that she had so carefully hidden. So she heavily relied on the traits that she already had as a person. People would probably see her as a bitch but she couldn't care less. If this was the way to save herself, then this was how she was going to do it.

Lucinda wasn’t a problem student. Sure, she would get into a fight from time to time. But she had good grades, she was part of some extracurriculars and part of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Of course. Who would’ve doubted that? She became one of the Beaters on the team. What better way than to get rid of the anger she boiled up by smashing some Bludgers at people? She worked herself up to becoming the Captain of the team. During her last year at Hogwarts, several scouts were in the bleachers to look for her and she got lucky to get scouted by the Caerphilly Catapults. A smaller team from Wales but with a rich history. It wasn’t her dream team yet, but she definitely would have to go to Bulgaria for that.

During the war Lucinda tried to stay out of it. With her reputation built up as a Pureblood one, she was rather safe from the war. With her connections mostly tied to the Death Eaters but also with her being a public figure, she breezed through the war. She knew she was lucky in that kind of way, not having lost anyone in the war.

It was only after the war that she was pulled out of her comfortable world. An injury to her elbow that involved a Bludger, a Beater from the opponent and her ligaments torn, ended her Quidditch career. Which meant that she had to search for another career to have for the rest of her life. And that was quite a struggle. Quidditch had been her life. And the last thing Lucinda wanted was to be forgotten. So she got a job at the Ministry, working for the Quidditch department but sitting behind a desk… She is not quite sure how long this is going to fit her.

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IC INFO:

Character name: Ivy Parkinson Age & Birthday: 22 & March 19th Gender & Pronouns: Cis-Female & She/Her Occupation: Welcome Witch at St. Mungo's Blood status: Pureblood Previous house: Slytherin Previous Affiliation: Death Eater Face claim: Vanessa Morgan Traits: +Confident, Loyal, Honest, Resourceful -Loud, Selfish, Impulsive, Kleptomaniac

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

TW: brief mentions of abortion

Ivy Parkinson was the fourth child of seven, right in the middle of three older brothers and three younger brothers. Because of the number of children in the house, the Parkinson family was rather poor. Despite being a part of the Sacred 28, they were never invited to events or parties.

It never bothered the family, though. They were close with each other, the largest age gap between the kids being two and a half years. Being the only girl wasn't easy, her mother always wanted her to wear dresses or have her hair done, while Ivy just wanted to play in the dirt with her brothers. Eventually, her mother gave up trying to create the perfect pureblood princess and ended up allowing Ivy to be whoever she wanted to be.

Having her three older brothers at Hogwarts before her helped Ivy find a place immediately. She fit in well with the other Slytherin students, but mainly with the boys. It seemed as though the girls felt that Ivy wasn't good enough to be a part of their crew. Not that it mattered to her, though, she much preferred to hang out with the boys.

Ivy did rather poorly in her classes. She simply didn't care. It was uninteresting and boring, and she would have rather rip her own hair out than listen to one more lecture from Professor Binns. This caused her to be held back, having to repeat Year 3. Most people would have been embarrassed to be held back, but Ivy was glad that she now had classes with some of her closest friends.

Ivy had gotten her Dark Mark before finishing her final year at Hogwarts. She didn't necessarily believe in the cause, but Ivy loved chaos and destruction, so it felt like an obvious choice. Plus, her friends and brothers had all joined as well, and Ivy didn't want to be left out.

During the war, Ivy was having the time of her life. She worked part-time at the Hog's Head Inn during the day, and part-time as a Welcome Witch at St. Mungo's overnight. Between shifts, Ivy could be found either having a drink or out setting something on fire. Because she didn't believe in the whole blood supremacy thing, she tried her best to not hurt anybody, though it may have happened a few times as an accident.

Finding out she was pregnant was a major game changer for Ivy. Suddenly she had to go from being a party girl to being a mom. She toyed with the idea of terminating the pregnancy as she wasn't entirely sure who the father was, but the longer she kept the baby, the more attached she became. In August of 1980, Pansy Parkinson was born, and Ivy's life changed forever.

Now Ivy spends her days taking care of Pansy during the day, quitting her job at the Hog's Head. In the evenings, one of her brothers or her parents takes care of the baby while she's at work. It was tough, balancing work life, mom life, and social life, but she wouldn't change a thing.

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IC INFO:

Character name: Tilden Toots Age & Birthday: 21 & July 7th, 1960 Gender & Pronouns: TransMale & He/Him Occupation: Owner of Slug & Jiggers Apothecary & Radio Show Host Blood status: Muggleborn Previous house: Hufflepuff Previous Affiliation: Neutral Face claim: Elliot Fletcher Traits: +Loyal, Independent, Friendly, Resourceful -Anxious, Nervous Stutter, Introverted, Insecure

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Born as Tulip Toots, Tilden learned at a very young age that he definitely was not a girl. Always preferring to wear trousers over dresses, keep his hair short, and be referred to by his chosen name. Having two mums helped him feel more comfortable with being himself and Tilden was accepted for exactly who he was, no questions asked.

A Hogwarts letter arriving was a shock to the little family, but Tilden had always been different. It was very exciting for them all to visit Diagon Alley for the first time, to choose Tilden's robes and wand. It was a brand new experience for him, but he loved every second of it.

Hufflepuff was the obvious choice for the boy with a green thumb. He fit in well with his fellow Puffs, but had a few instances of bullying from other houses. This left Tilden to be quite introverted, only opening up to those he knew he could trust. He did fairly well in his classes, but excelled in Herbology and Potions.

After graduating, Tilden landed a job at Slug & Jiggers Apothecary as a potioneer. It was an interesting job, getting to know regular customers from all walks of life. He became quite close to the owner, never really having a father figure in his life, Tilden learned a lot from him. When the previous owner passed, the Apothecary was left to Tilden.

Having quite a bit of alone time, Tilden grew quite used to talking to himself. His true friends were few and far between, and there were only a handful of people he could confidently speak in front of. After reading aloud to himself frequently and talking to himself in the shop as a sort of reminder to himself, Tilden felt it made sense that he applied to be a radio host on a whim. It wasn't like him to volunteer for such a thing, but he had extensive knowledge on Herbology and he got to sit alone in a booth for an hour talking about his passion, so it seemed to make sense.

Tilden remained neutral during the war. Being a muggleborn, of course he wanted to ensure the safety of others like him, but he cared more about his own safety. Selling potions and ingredients to both Order members and Death Eaters, Tilden had to remain friendly to everyone that entered the doors.

With the war over, Tilden's business wasn't thriving like it once was. But this was his passion, and he wasn't going to give it up.