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transfigvred · 1 year

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( jessica alexander , twenty , cis woman , she / her ) hey , is that EMMA VANITY wandering the halls without a companion ? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold . and here i thought the SLYTHERIN was always more perceptive , self-reliant & confident . but then they are also known to be impatient , competitive & avaricious , so maybe that makes sense . these hard times are enough to change anybody , i suppose . and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE KNIGHTS ? rumors fly when people are cooped up . here , i’ll show you — EMMA always reminded me of tequila shots served with a slice of limelight ; wiping blood and lip gloss from your mouth ; dark ice across a frozen forest lake concealing freezing depths beneath ; expensive perfume mingling with the scent of phosphorus ; the first drop of blood in the water before the feeding frenzy begins ; wearing back-breaking heels just to hear them click against stone as you walk ; perfectly manicured nails pulling at loose threads until all that’s left is a tangle of frayed strands . and i’ve heard SHE FED THE CAT OF THE LAST PERSON WHO HIT HER WITH A BLUDGER TO THE GIANT SQUID . let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast . or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do .

character parallels : cordelia chase ( buffy the vampire slayer ) , paris geller ( gilmore girls ) , petra solano ( jane the virgin ) , cece parekh ( new girl ) , emily gilmore ( gilmore girls ) , gina linetti ( brooklyn nine nine )

let’s get one thing straight . my main motivation behind creating & developing emma is that i want to play a bitch <333

emma vanity has never really seen the point of playing nice , or playing fair , if there’s the option of playing to win . life isn’t nice , and it isn’t fair , and someone’s always cheating so you might as well too . whoever said that not everything’s a competition was clearly losing .

she was a terror as a child & her father absolutely encouraged it at every opportunity . if she made another kid cry ? that wasn’t something she’d done wrong , that other kid needed to grow a backbone . she was screaming and crying because she wanted a new toy ? good , she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to get it

her mother , on the other hand , clearly resented the life she’d been dealt , and viewed her uncontrollable daughter who wore the face of a man she’d never loved as a lost cause . the feeling was mutual – emma saw her mother as weak , irritating , jealous . call it a defense mechanism , if you will ; it’s easier to stomach a mother who doesn’t like you if you don’t like her either .

this quote : often father and daughter look down on mother ( woman ) together . they exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point . they agree that she is not bright as they are , cannot reason as they do . this collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate .

also this quote : in a dream i saw my mother with the love of her life and no children / it was the happiest i’d ever seen her

anyway moving on from the Mommy Issues ™

she realized she was good at quidditch in her first year at hogwarts , during the mandatory flying lessons . it had never interested her before ; it seemed dull , boorish , base . but once she discovered she was a natural on a broom , all that changed .

she loves the adrenaline of it , the violence , the cutthroat competition . she’s been a beater on the slytherin quidditch team since her third year .

random side note : she wears a full face of makeup for every quidditch match . bc she’s that bitch

fairly irreverent . ready to laugh at just about anything . but like , in a mean way yk . there’s not much she won’t mock

something emma really admires is the ability to hide weakness . if you can take whatever shit she throws at you without flinching , in some weird twisted way she gains more respect for you

competitive as ALL HELL . finds it very hard to turn down a challenge . there’s something about the prospect of winning that just lights a fire underneath her

funnily enough though , this doesn’t really extend to academic performance . emma cares just enough about school in order to get passable grades and that’s it . anything more than that , she views as a waste of her effort and time

loyal to the people she does care about but also ? weirdly possessive ? she’s like a cat , she does not like to share the people in her life . 100% the sort of girl to sabotage her ex’s new relationship

let’s be clear though , emma is a bitch . she’s a bully . she enjoys the power of knowing she’s gotten under someone’s skin , of knowing she holds power over them

one thing about emma is that she’ll give it to you straight . she doesn’t see the point of wasting time with coyness or fake humbleness . she knows she’s the villain in many people’s stories , and she doesn’t care . she’d much rather be the villain than be fake nice or fake virtuous . has absolutely no patience for people who try and paint themselves as the hero

anyway yeah she’s intense and competitive and unflinching and bloodthirsty and greedy and bitchy and selfish and honest and confident . she’s a lot !! tbqh i haven’t really played a character like this much at all so i’m excited

this is such a mess im sorry

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valourworn · 1 year

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( deaken bluman, 21, cis man, he/him ) hey, is that SIRIUS BLACK wandering the halls without a companion? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the GRYFFINDOR was always more fearless, charismatic, & humorous. but then they are also known to be impulsive, guarded, & brooding, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE ORDER? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — SIRIUS always reminded me of finding something that you lost ages ago, the low beam of light at the end of a dark hallway, a loud burst of laughter in the dead of night, blood shot eyes due to lack of sleep, mourning something that’s still alive. and I’ve heard HE JOINED THE ORDER TO SPITE HIS PARENTS. let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do. ( leah, 23, cst, she/hers )

i’m going to try and keep this relatively short, so i don’t bore anyone with how much i love this boy. trigger warnings for physical abuse!

the story starts like any other: a boy born into the house of black, the heir walburga and orion hoped for. sirius asterion black iii was born on a bitterly, cold and cloudy morning in november and immediately placed into the arms of his nanny. the noble house of black was similar to that of an institution, and sirius’s birth was just another stepping stone to confirm that legacy.

later, he would be told that his parents were ‘ overjoyed ’ at his birth, but that tidbit was always confusing to him. he’d never once seen his parents display much emotion, nevertheless one that would be related to joy. his parents were cool and detached, certainly never ones for any sort of praise or physical affection.

from the earliest of days, he's possessed this wild, untamable energy. his magic was even more unruly, so much so that walburga had to ward off most of the family’s heirlooms out of fear that he’d break them. no matter how much walburga chased him around the house, shouting spells in his wake, he would be right back at it the next morning, as if he had remembered nothing.

but that’s when the spells got harsher, the wounds they caused taking longer to heal. it was then that sirius learned his jokes and tricks weren’t funny - no one was laughing anymore. and they never had been.

but sirius was smart, he soon realized that in order to survive the house he needed to put on a performance. it wasn’t that he didn’t believe in the rhetoric that he was being fed, but he never thought much about it past the weekly lectures he received. he knew, however, that if he really valued his life, he needed to work hard for a chance at survival and really show his parents he could play the part they wanted him to.

but the thing is, sirius could be good at the things his parents wanted him to excel at. charm the guests at a dinner party? he could do that without so much of a second thought. things like that simply just came like second nature to him after years of enduring constant beration from his mother and father. but even if he were to execute something perfectly, there would always be something that he could have done better. and if he had really messed up, there would most certainly be hell to pay. by the time he was seven, walburga and orion were very comfortable with using curses and hexes to punish their children, a precedent established when he was only five years old. it became like clockwork, something he could expect. sirius will never forget the pit in his stomach as his mother dragged him down the hall to his father’s study, nor the sound of the door locking behind him, sealing him to his fate.

and the truth was, sirius just assumed this was just how all families were. he knew his cousins were also held to unreasonably high standards, but he’d reasoned that it was normal and just the way things were. it wasn’t until he arrived at hogwarts did he realize that actually wasn’t actually the way the world worked.

sirius arrived at hogwarts fully expecting to be sorted into slytherin. because why wouldn’t he be ? it was tradition, and he’d watched as his cousin, andromeda, was sorted into their birthright only minutes before he stepped up to the stool. but it only took two seconds for the hat to be placed on his head before it called out GRYFFINDOR and he walked lamely towards his new house’s table, dazed and confused.

it didn’t take long for him to settle in, though. his new housemates were warm and friendly and fun, everything he had always wanted. it was easy to fall into step with them, to laugh with them. they were people who actually laughed at his jokes, who even got them in the first place. it was at hogwarts that he felt safe for the first time in his life, and he would do anything for his best friends, the marauders, who showed him what real family was like.

it was also at hogwarts that he learned something for once, most importantly that blood status didn't matter. he mingled with people that he never would have met had he not left grimmauld place and learned so so much.

sirius's first trip home was certainly the worst, although they never lessened in severity. his parents were always furious, especially walburga. he was prohibited from speaking to his friends while he was at home, but he still found little ways to rebel. his summers were long and boring, days spent wishing he could be back at the castle.

as the summers continued, his hatred for his parents deepened. by his fourth year, they were hardly on speaking terms and as much as sirius tried to act like he didn't care, there was still a part of him that longed for the big happy family a lot of his classmates had.

as a person, sirius is first and foremost definitely traumatized from his childhood. it takes him a very long time to trust people and even longer to open up about everything he's endured ( i want to say the marauders are the only people who rly know everything and even that took forever for him to disclose ). he jokes a lot, but it's really just a defense mechanism. he can be obnoxious and loud, craving attention from anyone who will give it to him. he'll start fights just for the hell of it, kiss someone at a party just to start drama, anything as long people are looking at him. he's charming, a sweet talker and boy does he know it.

but he also goes through periods where he is broody and withdrawn, even isolating himself from those closest to him. sirius is a constant storm of emotions, but he tries to hide it with his humor and his rebellion. he behaves impulsively and almost selfishly at times. it's all really just to mask that he feels like he doesn't belong, not in the house of black or in gryffindor either. major imposter syndrome !

doesn't really put much effort into school, but he would do really well if he tried. he often ditches class to take walks around the grounds doing god knows what. chain smoking cigarettes probably

hates rules, is rly that person who thinks they were just made to be broken

lots of pride, will never admit when he's wrong

i think that's all for now <3333

#petrifyintro #physical abuse tw

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regulusacturusblackk · 1 year

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( Timothee Chalamet, Twenty, Cis Man - He / Him ) hey, is that REGULUS BLACK wandering the halls without a companion? the FIFTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the SLYTHERIN was always more astute, courteous, & level-headed. but then they are also known to be secretive, haughty, & vengeful, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE KNIGHTS? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — REGULUS always reminded me of foggy mornings, sly smiles, the scent of old parchment, spilt wine, stepping into a dark-wooded home, bitter laughter, the sensation of emptiness when you’re alone after spending the day with your favorite person, blackberry winters, and being woken up in the middle of the night by a thunderstorm shaking the house. and I’ve heard HE IS PLANNING TO MURDER HIS PARENTS IN COLD BLOOD. let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do. ( Nimue, twenty-four, Mountain, She / Her )

DETAILS

Birthday: October 25th (Scorpio)

Family: Mother is Walburga. Father is Orion. Brother is Sirius. Innumerable cousins.

Boggart: Walburga with a wicked-looking wand in her hand.

Patronus: Non-corporeal.

Amortentia: Earl Grey tea, mountain air, amber perfume, the Ancient Runes classroom, herbal apothecaries.

Wand: Blackthorn, dragon heartstring, eleven inches, reasonably supple.

HEADCANONS (TW: Child abuse)

One: Regulus is not easily driven to violence, but somewhere around the age of seventeen, he decided that he was going to murder his parents one day. It wasn’t like they were trying very hard not to murder him; one of Walburga’s stray hexes had sliced open his collarbone, and if he hadn’t tried to dodge the spell, she probably would’ve slit his throat. As soon as he figures out how to get away with murder, he is going to do so. He has no idea how this became public knowledge.

Two: Initially, he joined the Knights of Walpurgis to please his parents. As time went on, he realised that he has less in common with the group than he previously thought. Even so, he has little desire and incentive to leave, seeing as he adores the Dark Arts and feeling like he has some semblance of control over his life.

Three: Regulus's secret sore spot is Sirius. Nothing can rile him up or toss him into the undertow of a nasty mood like his brother. That being said, the only person he will tolerate calling him Reg or Reggie is Sirius... It’s a complicated relationship.

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ofcommonrooms · 1 year

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" some are born to sweet delight. some are born to endless night. "

( jamie blackley, twenty-two, cis male, he&him ) hey, is that LORCAN D'EATH wandering the halls without a companion? the SEVENTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the RAVENCLAW was always more alluring, creative, & dedicated. but then they are also known to be vain, noncommittal, & frivolous, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in NO ORGANIZATION? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — LORCAN always reminded me of a blood moon, fingers that ache with the sting of guitar strings, the smell of old record stores, the cool metal of a jukebox while you flip to your favorite song, tarot cards, skin tight jeans, cigarette smoke circling around in cold air, never being able to warm up, wind in a graveyard, red potion? poison? bottles, lightning storms, tightrope walking just to feel the thrill. and I’ve heard HIS EYES ARE DEAD SET ON SUPER STARDOM, NO MATTER THE COST. let’s hope the HALF-BLOOD (HALF-VAMPIRE) doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do.

-- graphic credit | @sorberts [ HERE ]

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS SECTION: BLOOD

full name ;; lorcan carlisle d'eath

age ;; 22

house ;; ravenclaw

boggart ;; as the boggart spills onto the floor in front of lorcan, he watches at it morphs... into himself. an almost identical reflection of lorcan, but this time - with blood dripping down his chin onto his shirt, having finally become the monster people tended to call him behind his back.

patronus ;; his patronus is a centaur: Half horse, half human, the centaur Patronus represents a harmonious merging of dual aspects.

favorite spell ;; Levicorpus (he thinks the results are funny) & Erecto (he thinks the name is funny)

amortentia ;; freshly baked peanut butter cookies, magnolias, and blood.

wand ;; —- wood ; hornbeam | Hornbeam selected for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession - more kindly - vision, which would almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapted more quickly than almost any other to their owner's style of magic and would become so personalised, so quickly, that other people would find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorbed their owner's code of honour, whatever that might be, and would refuse to perform acts - whether for good or ill - that did not tally with their master's principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand. —- core ; Thestral hair | It was regarded as an unstable, if not the most difficult, substance to use in wand-making, though Veela hair was also described as such, but had been successfully utilised.[1] It was potent, but a tricky core to master; only a witch or wizard who was capable of accepting death could do so.[2] —- length ; 8 inches

playlist ;; [ HERE ]

pinboard ;; [ HERE ]

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS SECTION: Parental Abandonment / Discrimination

Lorcan was a mistake, no amount of people who told him otherwise would change his mind. And sure, the first response to hearing someone saying that is - no, what are you talking about? of course you weren't! - except, he was. But he didn't care. He was loved, and he was happy. Whether he was supposed to have been born or not was of no concern to him. It was, however, of great concern to his mother. Lorcan's father was forced to finally admit to the woman that he wasn't the human 'Muggle' she'd thought him to be. Guilt had eaten Carlisle alive every time he'd allowed the lie to carry on, but he had loved the woman more than anything, and the pain of losing her outweighed the guilt of lying to her.

A complicated delivery, however, forced him to come clean in the throes of labor, and the woman who'd had his heart for ages was gone. She fled mere moments after handing their son over to Carlisle, promptly stating that she couldn't possibly care for anything, or anyone, that descended from "such monsters". Worse yet was the knowledge that she had brought 'something like that into the world'.

So it was up to his father. His father who had to hunt while Lorcan slept to keep himself and the baby healthy. His father who was not a monster, not even slightly. How could anyone call him such things when he held Lorcan at night as the child cried in hunger that he couldn't allow himself to quench? It was torture for the man, hearing his son crave that which sustained him, but he was mortal enough to survive on human food. Carlisle was strict with himself - he would raise Lorcan to be as human as possible. To eat like humans ate, to dress as humans dressed, and to fit in so no one could ever look at him with the disgust in their eyes that matched that of the woman he had once loved.

He did well, Lorcan grew up smoothly, aware of what he was but never ashamed of it, likely only because his father felt it was nothing to be ashamed of. To Lorcan, Carlisle was his everything - what could he do but believe the man when he promised him that he was perfect the way he was.

On November 11th, his birthday, a letter arrived for him, delivered by owl. Things started making sense. Like how the guitar sometimes played music even when it hung on the walls, or how the drawers opened when Carlisle needed a knife. Having lived on the outskirts of the Wizarding World, his father knew what it had meant - knew of Lorcan's mother and her powers. The disgust in her eyes, however, had left him wondering if his lineage had ruined any chance their son had of becoming a Wizard.

So imagine his pride when his little boy went off to the school of all schools. The absolutely happiness that flowed through Carlisle's empty veins when he received word that Lorcan had gotten into Ravenclaw. "That's the smart house," he had written.

As tensions grew in the Wizarding World, so did the concern his father held for his son. However Lorcan is older now, mature enough to understand how people like the purists viewed people like he and his father. As monsters, as people who matched the idea in his mother's head. But he was no monster. He didn't descend from evil beings. He was a son, a musician, an absolute fucking rockstar. Nothing would change the way he viewed himself.

After all, the monsters were those who labeled people as such based on their Muggle clothing or their sharp teeth. People were so much more than their labels.

O N E ;; The first time he produced a Patronus charm he couldn't help but find the irony in it being a centaur. He, after all, was a half breed so perhaps it was only fitting that his Patronus be one as well, especially considering the pride he felt in his lineage.

T W O ;; On the subject of Patronus charms, he produces one by thinking of the first time he held a guitar in his hands. He strummed it, and even though it sounded like absolute shit, it practically shook something inside of him. He knew then that he wanted that. He wanted the sting of his fingers along the wires and the vibrations of the music in his veins. He signed up for lessons the next day.

T H R E E ;; Lorcan procrastinates (he really procrastinates), but he does very well in classes. His intelligence isn't doubted, simply his methods of staying up until 3 in the morning to finish papers.

F O U R ;; He doesn't sleep, not well anyway. He makes jokes that it's because of "his dad's side" when in reality it is a case of insomnia - possibly brought on by all the late nights or his fascination with the evening or the fact that he was simply born to enjoy nighttime. No matter what, he's simply thankful that he doesn't feel the exhaustion that others with that condition have.

F I V E ;; He didn't get into the music for the girls (or boys), but it definitely helped. He has endless ballads written in his song book, most of which are easy to switch names out for whatever person he is singing to.

S I X ;; His blood status was revealed by a former friend who had grown bitter after Lorcan 'stole' the attention of a girl they'd been interested in. Lorcan swears he had no idea about the crush (he really didn't), but holds no a little ill will towards the ex-friend. After a few growing pains - including fake blood being spattered across his door - he leaned into the mystique of it all. Playing into that personality with puns and self-effacing punchlines.

S E V E N ;; Unironically (& unfortunately) refers to himself as Bat Daddy. Somehow still gets action.

BANDMATES ;; Lorcan is the bassist in CVRSED, and his bandmates have become his found family within the walls of Hogwarts. Music has been an outlet for Lorcan for as long as he can remember, and finding a place in this home away from home where he can channel that has saved his sanity more than once.

SCORNED EXES ;; Lorcan tends to live by a 'love em & leave em' motto. He wouldn't call these people his partners, but they might have thought they were. Based on his flighty nature, he likely left them with little to no closure. Drama ensues? ( open to all genders )

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ;; You know the drill, they chill, they chat, they do a little more than chat. No strings attached, but bonus points if there are strings attached. ( open to all genders )

JUST PLAIN FRIENDS ;; If you're nice to him, he's nice to you. Although he's a big old flirt, he needs some platonic friends, as well. Give him buddies!

ANTI-FRIENDS ;; He wouldn't call these people enemies, but his Blood Status is almost certain to rub some people the wrong way. Whether these people have been outspoken about this, or just treat him differently, trust that he can dish it as well as he can take it. These two get along about as well as oil and water.

#parental abandonment tw #blood tw #abandonment tw #discrimination tw #( intro | lorcan )#( lorcan | if god is watching i will give him a show )#petrifyintro

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amortentiaxpotion · 2 years

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( abigail cowen, 20, ciswoman, she/her) hey, is that VIOLET HASTINGS wandering the halls without a companion? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the RAVENCLAW was always more loyal, ambitious, & caring. but then they are also known to be obsessive, perfectionist, & self-destructive, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in NO ORGANIZATION? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — Violet always reminded me of a warm cup of tea on a cold day, chaotic academia, a mother’s warm hug and protection from a cruel world, faerie academia, and little affirmation notes hastily put into your lunch to prove your loved. and I’ve heard she’s ONE BAD TEST RESULT FROM BLOWING HER WHOLE FUTURE UP AND RUNNING AWAY FROM THE WIZARDING WORLD ALL TOGETHER. let’s hope the MUGGLEBORN doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do. ( Katlyn, 30, Est, She/They)

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occllumency · 2 years

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“ sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it. ”

( lola tung, twenty, cis woman, she/her ) hey, is that GLENDA CHITTOCK wandering the halls without a companion? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the HUFFLEPUFF was always more beguiling, determined, & convivial. but then they are also known to be irascible, unremitting, & selfish, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you here people are saying they’re in NO ORGANIZATION? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — GLENDA always reminded me of a burning-hot cup of hibiscus tea tossed hastily down your throat; tap-tap-tapping fingers that itch to make noise; enough layered rings and necklaces and earrings and bracelets that you hear her before you see her; messy cherry red lip-gloss (can’t stop biting your tongue, can you?); voice sweeter than honey with words sharp as thorns; the warmth of a match just lit. and I’ve heard SHE THINKS SHE’S THE NEXT STEVIE NICKS OR SOMETHING. let’s hope the HALF-BLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do. ( zoe, 24, cst, she/her )

CONTENT WARNINGS: implied child abuse? nothing concrete, but we’ve got a scummy relationship w a parent. ADDITIONAL MATERIALS: glenda’s playlist, stats page, & pinterest board

FIND GLENDA’S INTRO HERE.

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐. ┊ 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑘; a counter culture baby . )#petrifyintro

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sybseer · 2 years

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( syndey sweeney, twenty, cis woman, she/her ) hey, is that SYBILL TRELAWNEY wandering the halls without a companion? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the RAVENCLAW was always more empathetic, whimsical, & clever. but then they are also known to be capricious, remiss, & hypocritical, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE ORDER? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — SYBILL always reminded me of mascara running down flushed cheeks, golden locks thrown into a haphazard bun, bright eyes and an even brighter smile, a mountainous pile of books; waiting patiently to be cracked open, and intentionally mismatched socks. and I’ve heard SHE’S LYING ABOUT BEING A SEER. let’s hope the HALFBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do.

click here to be redirected to sybill’s introduction !

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transfigvred · 1 year

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( gavin leatherwood , 21 , cis male , he / him ) hey , is that JAMES POTTER wandering the halls without a companion ? the SIXTH YEAR is getting bold . and here i thought the GRYFFINDOR was always more dynamic , candid & resolute . but then they are also known to be impulsive , image-conscious & flippant , so maybe that makes sense . these hard times are enough to change anybody , i suppose . and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE ORDER ? rumors fly when people are cooped up . here , i’ll show you — JAMES always reminded me of the reassuring weight of an arm slung around your shoulders ; willow branches rustling in the warm summer breeze ; the smoky sweet smell of mesquite and citrus ; forever reaching for the horizon , even when the golden light of the setting sun blinds you ; uncalloused hands that never quite rest still ; the hum of electricity in the air before a summer storm ; wearing the limelight like a second skin ; the adrenaline of making someone you love laugh ; ink-stained fingers and unruly hair from a sleepless night ( is it perfectionism or obsession ? ) . and i’ve heard HE DRINKS FELIX FELICIS BEFORE EVERY QUIDDITCH MATCH . let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast . or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do .

character parallels include richard gansey iii ( the raven cycle ) , orpheus ( hadestown ) , gilbert blythe ( anne of green gables ) , jake peralta ( brooklyn nine nine ) , steve harrington ( stranger things )

two words : hero complex

james is what happens when a child is told his whole life that he is extraordinary , and it’s true . he grew up sated on love and comfort and wealth , the only child of two wealthy purebloods who had once thought it impossible for them to have a child , and lavished every ounce of adoration they had upon james for proving them otherwise .

he was a prodigy — there’s no doubting that . chubby toddler fingers that crackled with magic grew into long fingers wielding a wand with expert ease . unsteady toddler footsteps turned into daredevil swoops and turns on the latest broom model .

there have been many who have attempted to hate james , and there have been many who have failed . it’s something about his smile , equal parts mischievous , charming , and oh-so earnest . it’s something about his hazel eyes : the laughter lines that line them , the way they glint with curiosity , the softness they hold when he looks at his friends . it’s his easy confidence

and let’s be HONEST , it’s the fact that he’s fucking gorgeous . you think he’d get away with as much shit as he does if he was plain ? hell no . he’s a pretty boy & he gets all the privilege that comes with that .

of course , there have also been those who have attempted to hate james and SUCCEEDED . and they wouldn’t be wrong ! his confidence can tip over into arrogance . his pranks have been known to border on cruel . he has ZERO self awareness , and well and truly believes he is the good guy of every situation . he sticks his nose in where it isn’t wanted , and tries to fix what isn’t broken . he tends to view the world in black and white .

you might think his arrogance would mean he doesn’t care , but actually , the opposite is true . if something’s gone wrong , or someone’s unhappy , he unconsciously (a) assumes he can fix it , and (b) decides it’s his responsibility to fix it . shoulders all responsibility and can get very stubborn about it . main character syndrome fr

probably like , 60% of his brain real estate is devoted to loving his friends . this boy is so fucking ride or die . he is devoted to the marauders and considers them his brothers

*this voice* that boy has adhd and i really believe that

predominantly hyperactive / impulsive type : fidgety , impulsive , talkative , impatient , restless

see : james canonically playing with a snitch like , constantly

often speaks before he thinks and regrets it , but just passes it off as a joke rather than admit that he doesn’t know why he said that

allergic to bees & wasps just bc gansey from trc is and i can say so

often has insomnia , so you can find him in the gryffindor common room at very late hours , sketching out new ideas for a prank while fiddling with a snitch , or attempting to take something apart , figure out how it works , and put it back together

oh yeah also he doesn’t take felix felicis before every quidditch game lol i just thought that would be a fun rumour . he does have stupid luck with his lot in life tho

also gonna point you towards seven by sleeping at last bc that truly is james’s theme song <33

um idk what else to add ? this intro took ages to finish & i feel like it’s so messy and short but oh well such is life

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" angels would damn themselves for me "

( renée rapp, 19, cis woman, she&her ) hey, is that NARCISSA BLACK wandering the halls without a companion? the FIFTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the SLYTHERIN was always more confident, intelligent, & protective. but then they are also known to be conceited, self-centered, & aloof, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE KNIGHTS? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — NARCISSA always reminded me of the glimmer of sun reflecting off a mirror, black patent stilettos, powder on the end of a brush, earl grey tea, vanilla beans, pressed flowers, a music box with a squeaky hinge charmed to be perfect, the scent of an old book, French music, Latin books, tulle skirts, starry nights, satin dresses, pressed flowers, a silver dagger hidden a garter belt and I’ve heard THAT VAPID PERSONALITY SHE WEARS SO WELL IS A FACADE. let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do.

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CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR THIS SECTION: SNAKES

full name ;; narcissa irma black

age ;; 19

house ;; slytherin

boggart ;; narcissa would love to say that it was something almighty and selfless, but her boggart takes the shape of herself, in absolutely deplorable conditions. ratty hair, dirt on her nose, clothing in pieces. she's worked her entire life to cling to her family's fortune - nothing scared her more than losing it.

patronus ;; on the exceedingly rare occasion that she produces a Patronus, it takes the form of a snake.

favorite spell ;; Petrificus Totalus - a relatively consequence free way of getting the last word. Just petrify them! However, she's also a fan of passing notes in class using Aparecium.

amortentia ;; a field of daffodils, the air of the Amalfi Coast and Lucius' cologne 'the pasta her nanny made when she was a child.'

wand ;;

—- wood ; elm wood | Elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure blood philosophy).

—- core ; phoenix tail feather | This is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.

—- length ; 10 inches

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pinboard ;; [ HERE ]

Content Warnings for this Section: PARENTAL CONFLICT / ARRANGED MARRIAGE / SEXISM

It was cold the day Narcissa Irma Black was brought into the world. It seemed prophetic, almost, noting the icy heart the girl would grow to have. She came out quietly, without too many cries and even as the Healers washed her off gently she was soft. Soft in her appearance - surprising blonde hair which was a stark difference to that of her sisters and parents and cheeks that held a blush of their own and would for the years to come. Soft in her expression - equal parts afraid and curious at once. Soft in her noises - small baby coos passed her plump pink lips as the last of the blood was wiped off of her body. Upon the announcement that Druella Black had given birth to another girl, Cygnus chose to turn the other way, storming towards his office rather than in to meet his daughter. Yet Druella held Narcissa Black in her arms, staring at her with a plan sparkling behind her eyes. She could barely even open her own eyes by the time her mother was planning the future her little girl would have. Because power, overt and strong like that which Cygnus so desperately wanted, was important. But an understated power - the kind that came with being underestimated while simultaneously being placed on a pedestal - that was what the dark-haired woman saw when she looked into the soft eyes of her daughter.

And that was exactly what Narcissa Black became. Molding herself into the strict and unbending expectations her mother had for her. She sat there while her hair was curled and allowed her outfits to be chosen for her. She curtsied and nodded as was deemed necessary and as her mother had predicted, the pedestal she built for her youngest daughter seemed as high as she'd hoped it would be. The problem with being held up so high is that there is a very long way to fall, and while the Pureblood society practically idolized the gorgeous girl, many were waiting for her to crumble. But there were many conversations between Druella and her prodigal daughter. Conversations where she continued drilling into her how good she was. How she was perfect and beautiful and that the world wasn't going to be ready for the powerhouse she could be beneath curled eyelashes and pretty pink polished nails.

As she entered Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat exclaimed "SLYTHERIN" before being placed on her head. And she knew, of course she knew that's where she'd be. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that's where she'd be. What they didn't know, what nobody knew, was the monster of a girl she hid behind her demure facade. The girl inside knew how much she was worth and she knew that if she used her strengths as well as her mother had taught her to she would be unstoppable. And her mother had taught her well. So well, in fact, that Cygnus Black himself stood impressed before his daughter at times, listening as she spoke clearly and concisely, reaching points with a kind of precision that was hard to find even in skilled politicians and socialites. Being the youngest daughter brought no extra praise from the man, but having the skills he would have valued in a son did earn at least a bit of his respect. So she tried and tried and kept trying. Her sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda, were the two most important things in her life and the reason she tried so hard. It was the only way she could think of to protect the two of them, because if she met every standard Druella tried pushing on her, perhaps that would keep her from pushing those impossible pressures onto Narcissa's sisters. And maybe she wasn't strong in a lot of ways but she'd always been strong in that way, not only meeting but exceeding the dreams Druella had for her.

It came as a surprise to no one when it was announced she would be marrying Lucius Malfoy. Since birth they'd known, honestly. The two beautiful well-mannered Purebloods whose children would be beautiful - why wouldn't they end up together? Why would she be able to make her own decisions when she never had before? But Narcissa had always given her all to the things she was told to do, following the rules she was given without a second thought. She never stopped to think of the impact it may have on her future, because of her mother told her to do it she would do it. So she abandoned the ideas of the fairytales she'd hidden beneath her floorboard as a child. Abandoned the idea that she might be the princess who gets her prince one day. After all, she told herself every morning as she slid her lip gloss on, she was already a princess. At least that's what everyone told her she was.

O N E ;; In evenings of utmost desperation, Narcissa sometimes delves into her collection of Muggle fairytales. She hides them in a box beneath a blanket beneath a hex that hides it from sight, beneath her floorboards. She wasn't sure growing up whether she would ever have a happy ending, so filling that void with imaginary tales of Cinderella and Rapunzel made that an easier truth to swallow.

T W O ;; Narcissa can speak 6 different languages, and understand 10. Growing up, Druella instructed her that men don't like smart women, society will always underestimate you, let them, stand idly by in rooms where conversations are being held and listen, because they won't see you as enough of a threat or concern to hold their tongues. So, while she may consciously fail an answer or two in History of Magic, she has spent her entire life learning languages to eavesdrop on conversations that important people assumed her too daft to digest.

T H R E E ;; When things start to become harrowing, Narcissa studies Healing in secret. I've always imagined that the Malfoy Manor becomes somewhat of a safe house for the side of the Purebloods, and have a vivid image of one of the Knights of Walpurgis lying injured on one of their kitchen counters as Narcissa Heals them, due to her steadfast loyalty to her friends, and streak of protectiveness.

F O U R ;; Narcissa is incredibly skilled at Occlumency, and has been practicing since she was a First Year. While she's not as good at Legilimency, she's starting to study that. This HC is based off of the fact that on multiple occasions it's implied that her mind was unable to be breached by Voldemort.

F I V E ;; Narcissa has been a ballet dancer since she was young - another obligation Druella pushed her into (it's distinguished, Narcissa, it's impressive, it's something that wealthy families pride themselves on), but this was one that Narcissa dearly loved. After a particularly impressive recital, Druella gifted her a music box with a ballerina in it that's charmed to dance independently whenever the box is opened, and "sleeps" whenever the box is shut.

LUCIUS ;; The pair has been 'betrothed' since childhood. A match made in heaven for the couple's parents, surely. Growing up, the visual of her parents' marriage was loveless at best, so Narcissa braced herself for a future just the same. However, Narcissa nursed a schoolgirl crush on the boy as a child, unsure if it was genuine, or manifested out of wishful thinking. As time has gone by, Narcissa can confidently say - not due to any desperation to actually love the man she was set to marry - she'd fallen hard. Until Draco is born, he's the most important person in her life.

BELLATRIX & ANDROMEDA ;; Dynamics tbd !

BEST FRIEND ;; A close confidant, someone to paint her nails with in their dorm and gossip about other people until late into the night. She's very guarded, and likely wouldn't bare all of her qualms to this person, but she still feels closer to them than most.

PROTECTORS ;; I always imagine that some of the other Knights of Walpurgis are somewhat protective of Narcissa? When you earn her loyalty, it's truly undying, so if there are any Knights who want to be a little guard dog, please know you will also be receiving Very Mean Chihuahua Narcissa who's ready to pounce on anyone who wrongs you, as well (though sometimes that's exactly what gets her in these situations where she needs a little backup)

ARCH NEMESIS ;; Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic, but the pair bickers nonstop - this person probably bests Narcissa in just about every subject and might just hold that over her head, which causes Narcissa to steam because she's 'so much smarter than any of these stupid people even realize' - drama and pettiness ensures

#petrifyintro #( intro | narcissa )#( narcissa | you're like snow. beautiful but cold. )#snake tw #sexism tw #parental issues tw #arranged marriage tw

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