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reveliohq · a month ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, CONNELL WOOD ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! alex fitzalan is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  alex fitzalan, cis male, he/him  )  —  is that connell wood i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty one year old gryffindor, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are venturesome & unfazed as well as ignorant & undisciplined. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re half blood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: a seven am sunrise of endless possibilities, tattered maps and spur of the moment plans, sea salt air and an outrageous spirit of wanderlust.  —  ( b, she/her, twenty three, est. )   
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
connell wood is a proud irishman. his country of birth holds a particularly special place within his golden heart. but muggles had often used ireland as their personal playground for demonstrations of ambition, he supposed his parents had good reason for spending years filtering in and out of their home country in favor of a globetrotting agenda. with his parents and brother in tow, the wood family refused to settle as they enjoyed muggle and wizarding culture across the globe, from the intense quidditch culture that dominated the luxembourg skies to the ancient traditions stemming from the mahoutokoro school of magic in japan. his appreciation for different cultures gave connell a firm idea of how he desired to live his life. while the plans were never finalized, he knew one thing for certain - he never wanted to feel trapped. in his early childhood he’d seen and experienced far more than the average person, it was perhaps this exact exposure that caused connell to blossom as the social butterfly that he is. hogwarts had brought connell friendship like a gift, his popularity was one far beyond what he would ever appreciate. among the people who mattered, it was particularly impossible to dislike him. but simultaneously, hogwarts also kept him contained in the way he assured himself he never wanted to be. he felt trapped here.  while adoring his friends, his muggle sports and his infamous parties, in his seventh year he is itching to return to his wonders of the world. it was rather bittersweet that his friends knew that connell would graduate and not return to their lives in the way that wizarding folk often congregated together. alternatively, they knew the worst thing a person could do was try and keep connell wood down. the boy with the infectious smile who was forever born to roam.
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reveliohq · 2 months ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, AURELIA LANE ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! precious lee is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
( * 💀 / precious lee, female, she/her  ) — is that aurelia lane i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty one year old slytherin, returning for their year sixth, but their friends would tell you that they are creative & resourceful as well as hot-headed & cynical. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re a half-blood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: leather jackets, black cats, and sharp nails. — ( jayn, she/her, 20, pst.  )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
Aurelia is a witty Slytherin full of passion and sass who transferred from Ilvermorny. She later becomes an Auror and spy for the Order. She doesn't care about House rivalry--unless she's playing Quidditch (she's a fierce Chaser)--or blood status, as her paternal grandparents are Muggles. She loves rocking Stevie Nicks-inspired outfits with her black boots while class is out of session, and her favorite subject is Charms. She's known for getting into verbal fights and duels with anyone who does her or her friends wrong; though she typically wins, she's more about making her point than anything else.
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reveliohq · a month ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, LUCINDA TALKALOT ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! madison bailey is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  madison bailey, cis woman, she/her  )  —  is that lucinda talkalot i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old slytherin, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are self-assured & ambitious as well as overbearing & conceited. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: yellowing bruise laden skin, athletic shorts in the dead of winter, nail polish with massive chips in it, ruddy cheeks after yelling at the top of your lungs, and the gory smile after knocking a tooth out of your head.  —  ( e, they/them, 21, cst.  )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
➼ Born the first of three children to the ever-so loving heirs to the Talkalot name, Lucinda’s parents had a story as romantic as about every other wealthy pureblood couple. Betrothed, affianced, and wedded within a handful of months before they promptly began procreating in the name of maintaining the sanctity of their lineage. The circle of life.
➼ Lucinda’s childhood was filled with just as much love as her parents’ marriage, her youth being viewed as a business venture rather than a familial connection. From the moment she could walk she had been her parents had been convinced she was designed to play quidditch. Before she had even been presenting signs of magic, they had been coaching Lucinda in everything broom and bludger in hopes of rearing the next world cup champion. This drive is likely what led Lucinda to becoming so committed to her craft. She seeks the validation of those around her, specifically her parents. As the only daughter, she is the only child incapable of maintaining their name, so she upholds this instilled passion as a way of ensuring her parent’s love. (“love.”)
➼ That’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy quidditch. The pitch is one of the few places Lucinda shines through the façade she has built for herself, her resting scowl relaxing and smile beaming as she cheers on her team. However, it’s during practice when those walls are resurrected. As captain, she is nothing less than harsh, ensuring that her team is running clean and smoothly before every game. She is ruthless and competitive. The type of athlete who expects you to continue running after you break your leg because that’s exactly what she would be doing. She believes if someone is not running at one-hundred-and-ten percent, they shouldn’t have signed up for the quidditch team.
➼ Though this passion seldom transcends the realm of athletics, she does find pride in her family. Not her parents, her family. Her two younger brothers. Since they were brought into the world, she has always felt this need to protect them. Due in part to the intensity of their parents, but she mostly attributes this to her older-sibling instinct. Even if they annoy the hell out of her, as most teenage brothers tend to do, she has always wanted to make sure that they’re taken care of.
➼ The Talkalots, though not formally Death Eaters, are very clear on where they stand within the current climate of the wizarding world. They view muggleborn wixen as unworthy of their magic, that these powers should remain in the hands of those who founded the craft as it has for centuries. In that same vein, those who are born into a pureblooded household who are unable to produce magic are seen as oddities to be avoided at all costs. For most of her life, Lucinda blindly agreed with her parents in hopes of maintain the status quo. The values that they held were abstract, most of who she knew were pureblooded themselves. It wasn’t until her brother, Fredrick, was denounced by her family for being a squib that the morals her parents upheld were dubious at best. Though she has not fully denounced many of the pureblooded philosophies they followed, these days she teeters somewhere in between the two sides. Questioning which she values more: her parents or her family.
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reveliohq · 2 months ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, KAIUS MULCIBER ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! song kang is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  song kang, cis man, him / his  )  —  is that kaius mulciber i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty one year old slytherin, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are meticulous & shrewd as well as opportunistic & sanctimonious. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the death eaters. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: honey soaked words of poison , teeth biting into their prey / everything tender being everything lost / standing too close to the flames / laughter in the face of death / a fast and painful ascent to victory.  —  ( bee, she / her, 22, est.  )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
 kai  is  ten  ,  and  he  doesn't  understand  why  they're  moving  ,  why  they're  leaving  the  only  place  he's  ever  considered  home.  he's  ten  ,  and  that  means  he's  far  from  stupid.  he's  the  top  of  his  classes  ,  and  the  most  powerful  at  honing  the  family's  traditional  magic - arts  that  the  clan  has  seen  in  decades  ,  in  centuries.  their  pride  and  joy  ,  they  call  him  ,  and  yet  no  one  tells  him  why  his  mother  is  being  married  off  like  a  mere  commoner  ,  sent  elsewhere  like  a  shamed  whore.  she  was  the  eldest  daughter  of  the  main  branch  of  the  min  family  ,  and  yet  they  seek  to  trade  her  away  ?  ...   he  promises  vengeance  before  the  portkey  that  spirits  them  from  everything  he's  ever  known.  he  promises  to  raise  their  name  ,  so  nothing  can  touch  them  ever  again.
 great  britain  is  dark  ,  dirty  ,  and  kai  spits  on  the  mulciber  name  ━━  his  name  now  ,  they  never  forget  to  say.  his  step - father  is  a  callous  ,  presumptuous  ,  fool  of  man  who  could  never  measure  up  to  the  grace  of  his  mother  ,  and  he  hates  the  man  just  as  he  hates  the  name.  but  mulciber  means  something  to  those  in  power  here  ,  and  kai  knows  power  is  what  makes  the  world  spin.  and  so  ,  he  accepts  the  name  mulciber  ,  and  he  slips  into  his  role  of  kaius  ,  but  never  does  he  forget  what  truly  made  him  ,  who  raised  him.
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reveliohq · 22 days ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, FRANK LONGBOTTOM ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! mason gooding is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  mason gooding, cis male, he/him  )  —  is that frank longbottom i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old gryffindor, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are sharp-witted & thoughtful as well as impulsive & brash. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: a shining, mellowing, rapture-giving sun; eyes that reflect a passionate and fiery yearning, a stretch of green fields glimmering with fresh raindrops.  —  ( esme, she/her, 22, pst  )  
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
I.   The long-awaited Longbottom child, Frank was born to Augusta and Norman Longbottom in the spring of 1959. He was a miracle baby: he had arrived just as they had given up hope of having a child of their own at all. He was the apple of his mother’s eye, the perfect boy; healthy and handsome, clever, and strong. Another boy might have been spoiled, but not Frank. He appeared oblivious to the doting, ignorant of his mother’s praises. He was good-hearted, content, rarely lonely despite the absence of other children. He very much loved the English countryside surrounding the Longbottom’s home: climbed each tree he could manage, sliced his fingers plucking blackberries from the hedgerow, swam in muddy ponds, laid in the grass to keep watch for ants and earthworms and slugs. It was a very joyful and pleasant childhood indeed.
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reveliohq · 26 days ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, MARLENE MCKINNON ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! maya hawke is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  maya hawke, cis woman, she/her  )  —  is that marlene mckinnon i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old gryffindor, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are brazen & amicable as well as impetuous & competitive. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: scraped knees, eyes that glint like crystals, thick boots worn out from years of wear, fists tightly wound and ready to fight.  —  ( emme, she/her, 23, est  )  
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
Growing up at this time within the Ministry walls was strange. Marlene watched her older siblings manage everything around them so well, the threats posed by the inner and outer circles in a war she barely understood. They were so…emotionally capable of processing and understanding how such terrible things could happen.
However, Marlene just wanted someone to explain to her how such awful things could happen. Yet, no one had an answer.
And then came time to start Hogwarts. It was assumed that, naturally, she’d be just like her siblings and find herself a seat at the Ravenclaw table. Imagine the shock on an uptight sister’s face when their youngest excitedly made her way to the Gryffindor table, nearly crashing into the fellow students beside her. A daredevil at heart, who didn’t know how big a heart could really be.
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reveliohq · 28 days ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, WENDY SLINKHARD ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! hunter schafer is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  hunter schafer, trans woman, she/her  )  —  is that wendy slinkhard i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a nineteen year old slytherin, returning for their fifth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are honest & cunning as well as difficult & brutal. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the death eaters. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: black clothing and white hair, amethyst crystals hanging from silver chains, black cats with green eyes, and a collection of skeleton keys.  —  ( vex, they/them, 21+, est  )  
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
personality  :   for  the  most  part  wendy seems  to  have  a  pretty  sharp  head  on  her  shoulders  .   she  tends  to  stand  her  ground  and  stick  up  for  what  she  believes  in  even  if  no  one  else  agrees  with  her  .   much  of wendy's  life she's been  made  to  feel  like  she  doesn't  matter  ,   so she's quick to point out why she does. while  she  might  not  be  the  smartest  in  the  room ,   she  pretends  she  is  because  she  knows  otherwise ,   she  might  not  have  a  seat  at  the  table .   her  family  thankfully  is  supportive  of  most  of  her  endeavors ,   regardless  of  if  they  agree  with  the  choices  she's  made .   wendy  is  quick  to  remind  people  that  she  gave  up  certain  privileges  to  be  herself  and  she  knows  she  better  off  now  .   that  doesn't  make  her  nice  or  willing  to  forgive  when  she  feels  wronged  .   she  isn't  sympathetic  or  empathetic  to  people's  problems  believing  they  should  be  able  to  solve  them  on  their  own  because  she  did  that  herself  ,  she  has  always  done  that  herself  .   wendy  mostly  feels  like  she  has  to  
small background  :    1961  .   london  ,   england  —  born  to  a  member  of  the  wizengamont  and  a  socialite  ,   wendy  slinkhard  was  the  third  of  three  children  ,  and  the  loudest  of  the  three  .   her  parents  were  hoping  that  one  of  their  children  would  be  able  to  keep  their  name  relevant  in  the  political  world  ,   but  the  more  they  grew  ,   the  more  they  weren’t  sure  any  of  them  had  the  write  attitude  and  determination  for politics  .   wendy  was  always  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with  .   it  didn’t  take  long  for  wendy  to  realize  that  she  wasn’t  like  her  brothers  .   thankfully  ,   her  parents  bit  their  tongues  ,   let  their  daughter  be  who  she  wanted  to  be  because  it  was  easier  to  support  her  than  it  was  stop  her  .   unfortunately  for  wendy  ,   it  meant  being  treated  like  a  daughter  who  was  supposed  to  be  seen  not  heard  .   in  her  parent’s  eyes  wendy  had  given  up  her  seat  at  the  table  ,  they’d  treat  her  like  a  lady  ,   too delicate  to  handle  the responsibilities  her  brothers  were  given  .   wendy  compensated  by  being  better  than  them  in  any  way  she  could  .   she  got  better  grades  ,   was  liked  more  than  her  brothers  by  all the  professors  ,   and  she  managed  to  be  better  at  quidditch  than  them  .   she  knows  her  parents  are  hoping  wendy  leads  a  normal  life  ,   or  as  normal  as  any  pureblood  woman  ,   but  little  do  they  know  ,   wendy  actively  has  been  plotting  against  them  and  planning  her  own  future  .  
other facts  :      -     wendy  chose  her  name  after  her  favorite  muggle  novel  :   peter  pan  .   she  always  looked  to  wendy  as  a  role model  ,   considering  her  the  true  hero  of  the  novel  ,   not  peter  or  tinkerbell  .    -     for  the  most  part  ,   she  stays  out  of  the  political  talk  that  a  lot  of  her  other  classmates  seem  to  talk  about  .   while  ,   she  agrees  with  the  rest  of  the  pureblood  students  ,   wendy  knows  she’s  not  the  type  to  voice  her  opinion  so  loudly  least  she  ruin  whatever  future  she  has  planned  .    -     she  was  surprised  when  the  hat  called  slytherin  .   she  always  thought  that  she’d  be  sorted  into  ravenclaw  .   but  what  the  hat  saw  in  her  was  a  girl  determined  to  be  herself  ,   not  let  anyone  tell  her  what  or  who  she’s  supposed  to  be  ,  and someone  willing  to  do  what  it  takes  to  be  on  top  .   and  she  knows  the  hat  was  right  .
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reveliohq · a month ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, AMELIA BONES ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! sarah gustafsson is  now taken.
trigger warnings: murder, death
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  sarah gustafsson, cis woman, she/her  )  —  is that amelia bones i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are solicitous & allocentric as well as artless & enervated. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re half-blood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: sitting on the old tyre swing at the bottom of the garden as you stare ahead at the greenery ; your sister's screaming the backing track to your life, the waves that crash violently above your head ; submerged by the water and gasping for air , how the sun rises every morning and sets every night, the light steps of a ballet dancer and the molting wings of an angel.  —  ( s, she/her, 21, gmt  )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
you never cried as a baby , ” amelia’s mother would say , “ you practically came out of the womb smiling ” and she had all the reason to . her childhood she remembers fondly , filled with laughter and play , summers spent in the garden , on an old tyre swing , and winters building snowmen . never had she experienced hardships or suffering but unbeknownst to her , she would spend a lifetime in pain before meeting a cruel end , a fate the same as her parents . her life leading up to that moment was seemingly perfect and more than she could have ever asked for . she never asked for a lot but somehow the universe decided that two loving and doting parents and two older siblings , that were often annoyed by having a shadow but endeared all the same , were too much for her . still , a fourth child came , a little sister , who she loved immensely . amelia’s parents had no fears about her being jealous of their new edition , her heart was much too big for her body and overflowing with love . she hasn’t changed in that respect , with not a bad bone in her entire body , far too pure ; an angel sent from above , her father would say . she can recall the time she was five , on her tip toes to look into the crib when her sister was first brought home , and promising that she would always protect her . such a big promise for a child to make but she vows to never break it , and would never forgive herself if she did . with each day and each turmoil , she remembers that happy childhood less . it slips away from her , the memories snatched along with her older siblings and parents . the wounds are still fresh however the bruises have faded , but she still feels them on her skin like a phantom , from her younger sister’s flailing limbs , kicking and punching , distraught . she remembers her heart pounding , the tears brimming in her glassy hues , and her hand firmly covering her sister’s mouth to muffle her whimpers . she can still hear the shuffling above the floorboards and those two , small words repeated four times : “ AVADA KEDAVRA ! “ and how hard she flinched when the bodies hit the floor . in those moments , she grew up so fast ; a perfect childhood gone within seconds . but what she’ll never forget is the BLOOD CURDLING scream that left her sister’s mouth , and how hard she fought to escape her tight grip , collapsing on the floor and begging them to wake up . all she can do is stand there , frozen , and she knows in that moment she had broken her promise . she couldn’t shield her from this harsh reality . she just went out to the old tyre swing and swung .
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reveliohq · a month ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, DAMOCLES ZHIJIE CHANG ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! xu kai is now taken.
trigger warning: racism and xenophobia mentions
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  xu kai, cismale, he/him  )  —  is that damocles zhijie chang i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old ravenclaw, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are dedicated & studious as well as envious & dissatisifed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the death eaters. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: patched up leather jacket, tattered jeans with mud stains, cigarette on his breath, half shaved head thrashing to music.  —  ( angela, she/her, 24, cst. )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
Jun Chang came over when he was only 18. A way to start a new life, and get out of the grips of his parents. His passion was always in the kitchen, when they felt he should do something more masculine. As he watched Chinese takeaway rise in other parts of the world, he set out to start his own restaurant in a completely new land that had a language he didn’t know. He was smart, using his magic to help run a one man operation.
Within general society, while he was never treated kindly for his broken English, the community of London enjoyed his fresh Chinese food and his cheap prices. Everything could be sold for cheap if he was the only person he had to pay.
Pureblood society is where he struggled. In China, he was treated as well as the purebloods in England were, but the English purebloods seemed to put him on the outer end, especially given his low economic level. But Jun worked hard to push his way into pureblood society. The first time he employed anyone was people to run his shop in muggle London.
Jun planned to marry a good girl from China, a richer girl. One that could provide more money. But every hurdle he jumped for English pureblood, he was met with another one. They might have been used to gatekeeping out anyone who was different, but they never met anyone as determined as Jun.
He worked smarter. He networked. He catered their parties. Jun was going to get to know them. When his son was born, he was going to use his new influence to set him up with a good pureblood girl and fully integrate the Changs into pureblood society.
At first, he was just going to give his son a Chinese name, but seeing the trend of pureblood families, he and his wife contacted a name sage to pick out one for him. Damocles: glory of the people. Perfect for a boy that would make sure his family could make it in pureblood England.
Damocles would become what his father wanted. He would be good at school, good at quidditch, be handsome and well-spoken. He was the face of the family. He was going to prove that the Changs could be in with the Sacred 27. He was supposed to get sorted into Slytherin like the rest of his peers. The ones his father picked out for him to be friends with, the best to network.
But he wasn’t. The first mistake Damocles would ever have was being sorted into Ravenclaw. Already distanced, he could feel the jealousy work up within him. A good pureblooded boy being denied the luxury of being in Slytherin while mutts and those with dirty blood were allowed to fill the green and silver uniforms. This only pushed Damocles to delve deeper into the toxicity he was raised in.
The longer time has gone on, the more envious he has gotten for those in the Slytherin house that weren’t pure enough to be there, or didn’t support keeping magic untainted. And Damocles is ready to do what is needed to prove he is worthy.
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reveliohq · a month ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, IVAAN FLUME ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! archie renaux is now taken.
trigger warning: pregnancy/difficult pregnancy
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  archie renaux, cis male, he/him )  —  is that ivaan flume i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are dedicated & assertive as well as volatile & jealous. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re a halfblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: brown eyes turning honey in the sun, a freshly polished broomstick, deep conversations at midnight, red encasing your vision as rage consumes you.  —  ( aubrey, she/her, 18, est )  
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
he meets his mother with a high pitched wail and a face of crimson. her pregnancy is tumultuous and agonizing, a small premonition of what the new parents would soon face with their baby boy. he is difficult from the beginning, prone to shrieking and screaming fits for no reason at all. it was almost like he was angry to be alive, his mother once mused. and perhaps he was. it was a peculiar situation, ambrosius flume and his wife ishana were relatively tranquil people, owners of the beloved honeydukes shop in hogsmeade, yet their long awaited first child is nothing short of a nightmare. from a young age, ivaan could only be described as a ball of fury, inclined to destroy everything in his path.
the first time they put him on a broomstick he is six. he falls off more times than he stays on, but he surprises them nonetheless. instead of bursting into his typical fit of hysterics, he simply brushes the dirt off his knees and keeps trying, getting back on again and again. if you asked ivaan, he would say that this is his first memory. the first time he felt joy. he was simply thrilled when he finally mounted the broom successfully, however short lived it may have been of little significance to him.
his love of quidditch starts there, and it never halts. soaring above the sky is his one sense of relief amongst the chaos in his brain, the only thing that could calm him, even if only for a second. he enters hogwarts and his father predicts he will be a gryffindor like him, but when the hat rests on his head it almost immediately shouts hufflepuff. there is an expression of confusion on ivaan’s face for a moment, before the hufflepuff table erupts in cheers and he feels as though he is truly home for the first time.
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reveliohq · a month ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, AMOS DIGGORY ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! david corenswet is now taken.
trigger warning: animal death
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  david corenswet, cis-male, he/him  )  —  is that amos diggory i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-two year old hufflepuff, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are charming & kind-hearted as well as proud & reckless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re half-blood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: windswept hair, freshly laundered worn sweaters and ink-stained fingers .  —  ( ange, she/her, 25, EST. ) 
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
“He has a heart too big, I fear it may be his downfall.” His father had joked with a laugh as husband and wife watched their son play with other children out back in their garden. Amos had taken it upon himself to make the rounds, carrying whoever had asked on his back so they could mimic flying (some were too young that they couldn't ride their brooms yet), zooming them around till it was time for the next. Adaira Diggory, however, was not as amused. She looked on with a pursed lip and a frown as she watched her dear son continue to hoist children on his back, just a year shy from being thirteen years old himself, sweat dotting his brow and smile wavering as he ran back and forth. It was true, her son had a heart too big for his own good. One that she feared would bleed one day, and never stop. “You’re right, my love.” She responded, though much more concerned than the other. “We must save him from it before it’s too late.”
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“It’s dying, we should end its misery.” Adaira Diggory said calmly as Amos cradled the poor sparrow in his hands. The mistress of the Diggory household was not one for sentimentality. Her husband was sentimental enough for the both of them. No, she was straight and true like an arrow. No nonsense and pragmatic, traits she had hoped her children would inherit. She crouched down to eye the bird with a small frown, reaching out to perhaps take it from her son, only to pull back when Amos curled it closer to his heart. His large, warm heart. “It will die.” She told him, but all Amos could do was shake his head and whimper. “I will take care of it, mother. I will nurse it back to health.” He insisted, only to walk away with an optimism and hopeful idealism that worried Adaira even more.
The bird died not two days later and she had to hold her son in his arms as he cried… Oh my love. She could not help but think. Curb your beautiful heart, for it is growing too fast.
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"I'll be fine, mother. I promise." Adaira could only grimace as she straightened out her son's collar, her husband weeping loudly behind her as parents continued to board their own children on the train. "Just... Just make sure you're careful, my love. Be wary of people." It sounded much worse than she meant for it to be, but her boy, her sweet boy just smiled as she predicted, and nodded his head, clasping her hand in both of his own.
He was taller than her now. Fifteen years old and he already shot up like a reed... but his heart seemed to grow ten times as large.
"People aren't as bad as you think, mother. There's nothing to worry about." Another grimace and she let go of his hand, watching him disappear into the train with a smile far too naive for his own good.
Her boy... Her poor, sweet boy.
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reveliohq · 2 months ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, NISHA SELWYN ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! amita suman is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  amita suman, demi woman, she / they   )  —  is that nisha selwyn i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty one year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are indomitable & pragmatic as well as decadent & aloof. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re halfblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs / the blood of roamers and seekers flooding your veins / the only story being a story where the woman saves herself / the craving for something that cannot ever be found , the shame of never finding it.  —  ( bee , she / her, 22, est. )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
  —   her  story  begins  like  this  :  there  is  a  man  who  hunts  ,  and  a  woman  who  refuses  to  be  hunted.  (  this  not  her  story  yet  ,  of  course  ,  not  when  she  hasn't  become  even  a  possibility  in  her  parent's  minds.  )  but  there  is  a  man  ,  and  from  a  woman  ,  does  he  finally  learn  to  love.
  —   her  mother  tells  her  it  went  like  this  :  her  father  was  a  man  who  hungered  ,  who  craved.  devouring  all  in  his  path  ,  he  had  a  desire  for  the  world  that  none  would  dare  to  rival.  for  he  thirsted  for  answers  ,  mero  prem  ,  and  in  that  search  ━━  do  you  know  what  he  found  ?  her  mother's  voice  is  filled  with  fondness  where  it  washes  over  her  ,  her  father  with  a  deep  hue  of  red  dusting  his  cheeks  from  where  he  watches  over  them.  '  love  '  ,  she  answers  for  her  mother  ,  because  it  is  the  only  answer  to  a  story  she  has  heard  so  many  times  before.  he  found  love  ,  he  found  her  mother  ,  and  within  it  all  :  happiness.
  —   her  father  tells  it  to  her  somewhat  differently  :  for  this  is  the  version  of  the  story  her  mother  could  not  pass  off  as  an  innocuous  bedtime  story  for  their  young  daughter.  no  ,  this  story  is  one  full  of  anger  ,  of  hatred.  (  there  is  a  vast  emptiness  to  her  father's  soul  ,  you  see.  a  dried  up  river  in  the  shape  of  his  childhood  ,  memories  of  a  family  he  would  be  better  off  forgetting.  )  i  am  not  a  good  man  ,  priya  ,  is  what  her  father  says  ,  but  by  the  gods  ,  does  he  try.  he  was  not  taught  kindness  ,  he  was  not  raised  soft  ,  but  how  ,  oh  how  ,  did  he  wish  to  be.  
  — the  name  selwyn  never  meant  much  to  nisha  as  a  child.  why  would  it  ?  it  was  simply  her  name  ,  passed  down  to  her  by  her  father  ,  joined  together  in  matrimony  to  her  mother.  it  was  their  name  ,  their  connection  ,  and  there  was  no  amount  of  weight  an  outsider  could  place  upon  it  that  would  cause  her  to  bend.  (  it  didn't  matter  that  the  name  selwyn  meant  an  invitation  to  an  elite  society  in  some  european  countries  ,  nor  an  instant  accreditation  to  genius  levels  of  knowledge  in  asia.  )  no  ,  no.  selwyn  simply  meant  a  family  of  three  ,  you  see.  a  magizoologist  for  a  father,  a  fierce  protecter  for  a  mother  ,  and  the  child  that  blossomed  from  the  eternal  love  between  them.
  — reality  does  not  touch  nisha  for  a  good  twenty  years  .  not  the  reality  that  everyone  else  knows  ,  anyways.  for  what  do  other  people  know  about  her  endless  travels  and  adventures  ?  of  years  spent  moving  from  magic  settlement  to  muggle  settlement  ,  back  and  forth  ,  back  and  forth  ,  chasing  leads  and  constantly  discovering  ?  with  lessons  only  the  lands  could  teach  her  ,  and  her  magic  free  in  a  way  no  laws  would  ever  allow.  all  she  had  ever  needed  were  the  passing  connections  made  along  the  way  to  suffice  ;  her  parents  the  anchor  before  an  eternally  shifting  road.    
  — at  twenty  one  ,  her  story  shifts  like  this  :  her  grandfather  is  a  cage  ,  and  he  seeks  for  himself  a  bird.
  — living  with  her  roots  planted  firmly  within  a  singular  patch  of  soil  had  never  sounded  anything  except  suffocating  for  nisha  ,  herself  a  true  child  of  nomadic  upbringings.  it  was  the  life  she  had  been  raised  for  ,  and  the  only  one  she  had  wanted  for  herself.  (  this  grandfather  she  does  not  know  ,  this  gilded  cage  he  locks  her  in.  )  she  learns  soon  enough  ,  that  the  choice  was  never  truly  hers.
  — her  mother  falls  ill  to  a  sickness  ,  one  that  attacks  her  veela  nature  in  a  way  that  it  never  will  her  fathers  ,  but  one  that  could  potentially  bring  ruin  to  hers.  they  cannot  send  her  back  to  the  village  her  mother  had  been  raised  in  (  where  she  had  been  singled  out  ,  preyed  upon.  the  beauty  a  double  edged  sword  for  those  of  their  blood.  )  
  — so  instead  ,  she  touches  down  to  england  with  her  bags  heavy  and  her  heart  heavier.  an  indefinite  stay  ,  but  a  permanent  one  nonetheless.  (  how  terrifying  the  unknown  can  be.  )
  — the  last  memories  of  her  mother  look  like  this  :  her  gaunt  face  through  the  window  of  the  single  story  cabin  their  parents  have  made  a  home  in.  she  waves  with  a  trembling  hand  ,  her  mouth  making  shape  to  the  sound  of  an  '  i  love  you  '  ,  a  heart  -  wrenching  '  i'm  so  sorry  '  to  follow.  and  how  dare  her  mother  apologize  for  a  sickness  she  cannot  control  ?  ....  how  dare  she  get  sick  and  send  her  away  at  all.
  — her  father  sees  her  off  on  the  doorsteps  of  a  household  he  has  not  entered  in  ages.  his  childhood  home  so  full  of  hauntings  ,  so  alive  with  terrors.  he  shakes  the  hand  of  a  man  who  shares  half  of  nisha's  blood  ,  beard  white  and  eyes  sharp.  '  hajurabubā  '  she  calls  him.  '  grandfather  '  ,  he  corrects.  he  has  forgotten  his  roots  ,  she  thinks  ,  but   has  gained  for  himself  a  bargaining  chip  worth  its  weight  in  gold.
  — it  ends  like  this  :  her  father  crying  throughout  his  apology  to  her,  for  he  had  promised  to  shield  her  from  these  horrors  ,  these  people.  he  swears  that  he  will  find  the  cure  to  her  mother's  ailment  soon  ,  and  that  they  will  come  for  her  in  no  time  at  all.  he  assures  her  that  she  will  only  see  two  weeks  of  summer  with  these  people  (  her  family  )  before  she's  off  to  hogwarts.  he'll  write  ,  she'll  learn  ,  and  they  will  all  do  their  duty  to  prevail.
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welcome back to hogwarts, IMMY DAWLISH ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! zendaya coleman is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  zendaya coleman, female, she/her  )  —  is that immy dawlish i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old ravenclaw, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are alluring & confident as well as vindictive & manipulative. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re halfblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: the allure of diving into a rough and endless sea, despite being unable to swim. the feeling of sipping wine as you dance in your sexiest lingerie to cheap trick’s ‘i want you to want me’. the nostalgic scent of a unisex cologne and the touch of a soft blanket along your naked body. the perfect shade of red against plump lips.  that rare moment where you feel infinite and untouchable.   —  ( kit, she/her, 28, pst. )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
HECATE HOUSE
The Hecate House is neutral ground  -  a  location that changes daily in order to prevent being found. Only certain people are allotted this information and a password is always required. This ‘House’ is essentially a location where deals are made. Members of the House have ways of getting items from outside the castle for a certain price. Cigarettes, jewelry, alcohol. As of late, given the war efforts, the items list has grown more  ...  adult.
It should be noted that the Hecate House is not a House. It’s barely a location, proving itself to be a concept over everything else. It could be located anywhere; an empty classroom, an abandoned prefect bathroom, the area of the library everyone avoids. Find Immy, know the password, and you have found the House.
The Hecate House is run entirely by women. Operating under the ‘pussy power’ mentality, Immy chose her friends carefully. They keep their eyes open and relay messages whenever necessary. If you want to do business, you have to talk to one of the girls. They can get you anything for the right price.
PERSONALITY
Unashamed, Immy is not above using her sexuality to gain momentum. If she is to be judged for her gender and looks, she should also be able to use them as a form of currency. She objectifies herself and uses sex as a form of manipulation, religiously succeeding in getting whatever she wants. Men are weak and she chooses to exploit those weaknesses. She exercises an erotic power over men and it is clear by her work with the Hecate House that this method is effective. It gets to the point where witches and wizards make bets and/or purchases for no other reason than to see Immy.
When Immy walks somewhere, anywhere, she wants to make sure at least one person is watching her.
She has a mastery over her appearance and her professional domain. While she takes great pride in her image, she is first and foremost a woman of academia. Her intellectual substance emerges when she is within the company of people whom she respects. She holds herself high and discusses politics, medicine, and the aspects of war with enough confidence to intimidate even the most burly of men. She is a prime example of sex and intelligence not being mutually exclusive, but being an effective combination.
FUN FACT: They call her a Dawl (wink, wink)
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reveliohq · 2 months ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, VIVIAN GREENGRASS ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! savannah smith is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  savannah smith, cis woman, she/her  )  —  is that vivian greengrass i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a nineteen year old ravenclaw, returning for their fifth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are inquisitive & level-headed as well as subdued & pessimistic. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: cursive notes and dogeared pages, stargazing on top of the astronomy tower, a perfectly painted face and a blue, stained glass window heart.  —  (  b, she/her, twenty three, est.  )  
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
many of the families of the sacred twenty eight were bound by the same obedience: duty. vivian understood her position and immersed herself in the rich history inherent to her surname. in recent years, she seemingly performed her role to the letter and appeased her parents in her presentation as the perfect pureblooded witch, destined for a harmonious matrimonial arrangement. an accomplished pianist, a continuously excelling student and a face remarked upon by the high society her parents belonged to all compensated for the thirteen years that vivan spent without uttering a word. an unbreakable vow made never to utter the impediment that she retained until her early teenage years kept vivian’s existence under lock and key. it was convenient that a british pureblooded witch’s formal presentation to her peers did not occur until their arrival at hogwarts. she remains a notable anomaly among her fellow students. she slips through the cracks and remains private in both her physical presence and her ideas, as much as a person with her surname and her beauty can. but, it remained difficult for both a passive observer and a close friend to make an accurate conclusion when it came to vivian.
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reveliohq · 2 months ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, RABASTAN LESTRANGE ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! mert yazıcıoğlu  now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
(   *  💀  /  mert yazıcıoğlu, cis male, he/him  )  —  is that rabastan lestrange i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old slytherin, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are introspective & driven as well as possessive & abrasive. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the death eaters. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: a beautiful smirk obscured by the gentle fabric of a hoodie, the well-formed outcast stalking through corridors like a bird in flight.  or, perhaps, a famous murderer in the shadows. he is the first sip of coffee to a caffeine addict: scalding and worth it. the mess on your bedroom floor that you can’t bare to clean. the smell of rain accompanied with the beginnings of dehydration. a shot of whiskey and a slap on the ass, firm and heavy. your favorite record scratched by the most feral of cats. a mistake you just can’t wait to make.   —  ( kit, she/her, 28, pst. )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
BASTARD Rabastan is a bastard  ...  but no one knows (save for his family, of course). He was a product of a mistake       luckily said mistake happened between sheets that belonged to another pureblood woman, leaving the boy a true lestrange despite the nature of his conception. So to allow some woman to raise him, barring the fact she was his mother, would be a mistake. She was sent off with copious amounts of money and a threat lingering above her head. No one could know.
That being said, she was able to reach Rabastan a few years prior. The two have secretly been in contact, Rab having told no one. Most certainly not his half-brother.
PERSONALITY The man is infamous and rightly so. But despite his reputation, Rab has been known to isolate himself more often than not. Reasonably eschewing human interaction, he uses this time to reflect on himself, his body and its warnings. This is called interoception, and Rab requires this level of perception in order to control his anger and shift it into something more positive. Helpful. With this understanding he is able to exercise full consciousness, therefore limiting the times he allows his temper to roam free.  Furthering this point, this helps guide him when understanding others emotionally. When he is able to better understand his enemies, he is able to view their hopes and aspirations. To know them is to know how to defeat them.
He is constantly at odds with himself. He prides control over mostly everything and yet he struggles with intense anger issues. He becomes malicious and vindictive, almost blind to the world around him. When Rab sees red, no consequences exist. This is, once again, why he tries his best to remain isolated - until he is needed, of course.  Switching back and forth between emotions is tiring, and he often disappears for long periods of time following an intense change. People are unaware of where he goes, and they don’t try to find him.
Even the most feared of loyal workers know to give him his space.
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reveliohq · 2 months ago
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welcome back to hogwarts, KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT. ! enclosed here you will find all the necessary equipment for the upcoming school year. we await your owl by no later than twenty-four hours from now, or else you will lose your spot ! daniel ezra is now taken.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.
(   *  💀  /  daniel ezra, cis male, he/him  )  —  is that kingsley shacklebolt i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty two year old gryffindor, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are grounded & commanding as well as opinionated & strong-willed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what I hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: the calming presence in the back of the room, muggle records hidden in drawers, steaming mugs of tea, the warmth of a hug, the burn of quiet fury.  —  ( ellie, she/her, 21, gmt, yk them  )
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
his parents used to say he was born for diplomacy. that’s what they’d drilled into him since he was born: fight the good fight, be honest and good and stay calm, always. they can only catch you off guard when you aren’t. he’d always been somewhat of a natural diplomat — the oldest child, expectations hung from his shoulders as if they were coats and he, a coat rack. he’d always been a quiet child, somewhat unassuming, almost shy, content to play and be alone, often found even as a baby, simply amusing himself with his fist over crying, wailing for attention. when they attended the galas and balls befitting of a family part of the sacred 28, little changed. in fact, he was praised for it — how level-headed he was, even when all he wanted to do was scream and shout and set fire to the curtains by the window to stop them yammering on about the importance of blood purity and their precious, precious privilege, how he smiled politely and shook hands and never, ever made a scene. he hated them. he hated every last one of them. their fake smiles and empty eyes, how they hated for no reason and believed themselves to be superior — a kernel of a fallacy that kingsley, even as a child, could never subscribe to.
but kingsley was nothing if not a good man, and a good son, and so, he stayed silent — at least, to everyone who never crossed the boundaries of their home. to them, kingsley was a young wizard who showed particular promise in their circle, but to those who saw him at home, his internal torture over it was obvious. he had muggle neighbours, even muggle friends, people who made him laugh and gave his parents presents when his beloved baby sister was born, and he could not abide the dual life his parents were living. when they were home, they were tolerant — amused, even, by the muggles they surrounded themselves with, something his mother always said was to keep them grounded, because she’d already lost one sibling to pureblood mania and refused to lose herself, or her husband, or either of her children. when they were at the galas, they were cold, a little aloof, they laughed along with jokes at muggles expenses, they shook hands, ate appetisers, danced and never seemed to show any remorse for the roles they had to play those nights, though he knew they had to feel guilty (he hoped they felt guilty.) he knew they felt they had to do it to survive — to thrive, even, in a world in which they weren’t always welcome, but he hates it.
he loves his family. kingsley loves them with every part of him, loves his younger sister with his entire heart, is never not seen at home without her practically hanging off his ankles, and then his knees, and then his hips, until she’s too tall and too old for that, he loves his mother and relishes her hugs and the way she always knows what to say to make him feel better, he loves his father and that deep, slow river of calm that seems to run through him, the same river kingsley has always felt took root in him, but he hates their legacy. he hates their part in the sacred twenty eight. he hates every part of it. he hates that they agreed to this — to what feels like a mortal lock, an unbreakable vow, tying themselves to this until the end of time. he hates that he understands why — their blood runs pure, he knows, in other wizards standards, but knowing what the sacred twenty eight stands for? what it really represents? kingsley thinks that their blood is the blood that’s dirty, that they’re the ones who ought to be ashamed of themselves for their existence, that they’re the ones who value opulence and power over people’s lives and that makes them wrong and evil and undeserving of their magic. it’s the first time — the only time — his parents have ever seen him truly angry — he remembers it well, being fourteen and all uncontrolled fury for the first time, how the quiet anger had burned and swelled under his skin until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and how he’d made all the glass windows in the dining room shatter, the glass raining like sand when his father waved it away with a swish of his wand, kingsley’s chest heaving as he yells, raging against their indifference, feeling oddly soothed when his mother pulls him into his arms and whispers that she’s sorry. she’s sorry. she knows, she knows. he wishes that were enough — that apology, that acknowledgement that they were — are — hypocrites.
even still, his love for his family, flaws and all, remains, though he’s slowly pulled back from any engagement with the pureblood world over the years. he’s very proud to be his father’s son — the son of an auror, recipient of the order of merlin second class — and his mother’s. he’s proud to be his sister’s big brother, her protector. he’s even more proud when he gets his letter to hogwarts, confirming what they all already knew — magic is strong in the shacklebolt family. he picks up the family wand, purchased in america in the early 1920s — alder with cherry trailed over the front like the path of a river, or a lightning bolt, white river monster spine core, fourteen and a quarter inches, solid — and he feels a piece of himself slots firmly into place. hogwarts is where his father went, where his father’s father went (over ilvermorny), and though he can no longer pretend to be complacent to their every whim in regards to the sacred twenty eight (something which both his parents have since begun to shun), he knows getting sorted into gryffindor would make them both proud, and that’s what he wants, so that’s what be did — the bat barely touched his head before declaring him a gryffindor. even now, as a twenty two year old seventh year on the brink of graduating into a fully fledged war, he wants to make them proud. he wants to be a pillar of strength, safety, tolerance, love, support, he wants to be the friendly face ushering people to safety, he wants to be the one raining hellfire down on the prejudiced idiots who think that they’re any different to anyone else, with magic or without, on this planet, that they’re superior in any way because of their blood.
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