#the brokenshire family

[endlessly-cursed]

hp families + their female version

somerset ; dubois ; durand ; arcano ; brokenshire ; alderly ; doherty ; cairncross ; pendleton ; hexley ; battersea ; malinda ; greenaway ; hopper ;

tagging the owners of each family; @cursed-herbalist @kathrynalicemc @cursebreakerfarrier @gaygryffindorgal @hphmmatthewluther @kc-and-co @the-al-chemist @unfortunate-arrow @potionboy3 @thatravenpuffwitch

#let me know if you want a pt two with the male version of other of y'alls other families!!! #only condition is that they must have at least two generations of the hpverse existing somewhere in the canon #hphl #hp families #picrew #the somerset family #the dubois family #durand family #arcano family #the brokenshire family #the alderly family #doherty family #the cairncross family #pendleton family #hexley family #battersea family #the malinda family #the greenaway family #hopper family

[lookingforcactus]

Went to a big quilting convention today and am feeling inspired so here's todays edition of

What the fuck do you mean that's a quilt??

Most people have no idea about how much craft goes into quilting or how much quilting as a craft, art, and even a science has been evolving in recent years. So here's my personal appreciation post

And btw the flat images do NOT even do these quilts justice, especially in terms of the absolutely amazing and detailed texture embroidery that a lot of quilters are using these days. Up close the texture and the sheer detail of many of them is just stunning

These are all from the Road to California quilt show 2023

1st Place: Portrait

Title: Sharing the Moment Maker: Hollis Chatelain Quilter: Hollis Chatelain Design Basis: Maker's Original Design African-American women are a powerful force in motivating their families and communities to vote. I wanted to create a piece about this and highlight the fact that African-American women did not receive the right to vote in all 50 states until 1965 when the Voting Rights Act was passed. I met Phyllis at a rally. I was drawn to her and asked if she would be my model. Without hesitation she said yes. She later brought her friend Loretta with her.

1st Place: Naturescape

Title: Augustinii Maker: Andrea Brokenshire Quilter: Andrea Brokenshire Design Basis: Maker's Original Design “Augustinii” is a blue/purple variety of rhododendron my momma planted within her forest garden. I was lucky to be home on when it was in bloom. When I see this quilt, I am reminded of my momma and how she loves to tend her garden and “grub in the dirt.”

1st Place: Pictorial

Title: Leap of Faith Maker: Kestrel Michaud Quilter: Kestrel Michaud Design Basis: Original design In this Steampunk fantasy world, men and women have taken to the skies on ships held aloft by hot air, ingenuity, and luck. Faith’s favorite past-time is bungee-jumping off the side of her airship, with Bubo, her pet clockwork owl. This quilt depicts the photo Faith took on her latest jump to test her brand-new camera and selfie stick.

2nd Place: Naturescape

Title: Homage to Birches Bare Maker: Jessica Noble Quilter: Jessica Noble Design Basis: Fabric recreation of Kesler Woodward's Birches Bare, acrylic on I fell in love with Kesler Woodward’s Birches Bare painting and knew I had to create it in fabric. I cut about 1,700 pattern pieces out of freezer paper and then fused fabric, through the fall of 2019 until the pandemic started. During this time, I homeschooled my two children and the quilt sat in quarantine. I quilted this freehand on my midarm in the winter of 2021. I managed to take the majority of the summer of 2022 on the binding.

2nd Place: Pictorial

Title: Toroweap Overlook Maker: Sandra Mollon Quilter: Sandra Mollon Design Basis: Derived from a photo Toroweap Overlook, in the Grand Canyon National Park, is an incredible view of the Colorado River. When John Slot sent me the photo to consider for an art quilt, I realized the complexity of the amount of the pieces it would require, but knew I had to do it. Raw edge fused, machine quilted, small amounts of media.

3rd Place: Pictorial

Title: Catch it Yuri! Maker: Hiroko Miyama and Masanobu Miyama Quilter: Hiroko Miyama Design Basis: Maker's Original Design Inspired by dogs’ action. Yuri, golden retriever big jumped to catch a ball and Ponta, mix hardly waited his turn. Dogs and girl were fused appliquéd.

Seriously can you believe these are all quilts!!! incredible amazing showstopping spectacular

#I said today's edition but this is in fact the only addition #so far! #might make another one when they put up the winners from this year #which will hopefully be in the next few days #quilting #quiltblr #fiber crafts #fabric art #fiber art #fibercraft #textiles #quilt art #quilt making #quilts #textile art #fibre arts

[cursedvaultss]

HPHM OC Profile: Calliope Black

"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."

Name: Calliope Antigone Black

Nicknames: Callie

Birthdate: October 31st, 1972

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: British

Sexuality: Bisexual

Callie is not the MC, she's just an OC that attends Hogwarts at the same time as Jacob's Sibling! She's open for friendships and rivalries, etc.

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.60cm (5 ft 3½)

Weight: 53kg 

Skin Tone: Fair

Faceclaim: India Eisley

Background

Home: Raven Hall, a modest (by rich people standards) property owned by the Black family in rural England

Family

Mother: Cressida Black, née Rowle

Cressida is a Slytherin alumni. She works at the Wizengamot and leads a seemingly successful life. On the inside, she's struggling though. She's not happy with her life and her unhappiness is affecting her relationship with her daughter. She loves Callie but is misguided in her efforts to make her choices for her and attempt to keep her in line.

Father: Castor Black, the younger brother of Orion Black

Castor attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin. He's unlike most of his family members in that he is softer and less likely to spout blood-purist rhetoric. However, he is not close with his daughter and his marriage to Cressida is facing some difficulties. He has constantly lived in the shadow of his older brother and doesn't know how to stand up to him.

Uncle: Orion Black

Cousins: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw (hat stall with Slytherin)

Career

11-17: Hogwarts Student 

17->: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Callie is the quiet sort who prefers the company of books to people. She doesn't go out of her way to make friends and can often seem cold or even rude to people who don't know her, but she's quite friendly once you manage to break through her surface. Deep down, she feels very alone due to her parents being distant and being an only child. She struggles with creating meaningful connections but craves them deeply.

She responds best to speaking of common interests, like books or music. She's a little bit clueless about the Muggle world and finds learning about Muggle culture fascinating. Callie is creative and sometimes scribbles poetry in the margins of her essays or in little notebooks. She doesn't have ambitions to become a poet as a fulltime job, though.

Priorities: Friends, gaining knowledge, independence

Strengths: Clever, works well under pressure, loyal to loved ones

Weaknesses: A bit of a loner, a penchant for melancholy, can come off as rude

Stressed: When dealing with her family or studying for exams 

Calm/Comforted: With her friends and in the library

Favorites

Colors: Black

Weather: Rain 

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, Wizard chess

Fashion: Business casual, blacks and grays, some grunge vibes

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Talbott Winger

Callie and Talbott have been house mates since year one, but they only really started to speak during year 4, when Callie got her pet owl Orpheus and started to spend time in the Owlery. They both enjoy a comfortable silence and the quiet comfort of each others' company.

The two started dating during year 6. They were together until graduation, after which they broke up for a while but reconnected during the Second Wizarding War. They married and have one daughter together.

Friends:

Talbott Winger

Badeea Ali

Murphy McNully

Matthew Luther by @hphmmatthewluther

Vienna Brokenshire, Jules Farrier, and Azariah Steele by @cursebreakerfarrier

Cato Reese by @catohphm

Eirlys Knell by @cursedlegacies

Dimitri and Skylar Di Angelo by @nicos-oc-hell

Caiden Solace by @camillejeaneshphm

Isabelle Dubois by @endlessly-cursed

Ruth Lyman, Huck Fitzgerald, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor O'Donnell by @unfortunate-arrow

Marti Venturi by @smarti-at-smogwarts

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals:

Merula Snyde (indirectly)

Children:

Thalia Winger

Talia was born in 1997. She's a Gryffindor and a Quidditch chaser.

Trivia

Callie likes to follow Quidditch although she doesn't talk about it because it clashes with her intellectual bookworm loner brand.

She has an owl called Orpheus

She has fond memories of her cousins Sirius and Regulus

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm oc #oc: calliope black #oc profile #hp oc #the black family #she's open for friends!

[kathrynalicemc]

A/N: Behold! The next chapter finally after like 3 months oops. There shouldn’t be any more hiatuses until the end of the series as it should end before summer break ends. Unsure if I’ll do weekly or every second week. Also this is a fun date because June 1st was the day Iolanthe left to go on her expedition! This one is short but the next chapters in succession are JUICY!

Warnings: None

Characters: Dafne Arcano, Iolanthe Arcano, Elidon Greyloc, Eli Cairncross @cursebreakerfarrier, Rex Brokenshire, Asa Brokenshire, Zelda Cairncross, Leo Cairncross, Agnes Malinda, and Irene Quinn @gaygryffindorgal

Song: All is Found - Frozen

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Chapter 4: The Expedition of 1928

Dafne laid with her back up against the log wall in a pile of furs and blankets. They had been given a place to sleep on the floor near the fire and the rest of her group laid beside her as they tried to sleep.

Dafne, however, couldn’t sleep. Stubbornness and rage quietly boiled within her. There was no way she was going to let Rikke stop them after they’ve come so far.

Additionally, one thing still troubled her. The lack of information in Iolanthes journal made no sense. She absentmindedly flipped through the pages of the journal as the firelight flickered across the room.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Producing her wand from her bag, she gently tapped it against the pages.

“Revelio”

Starting from the tip of her wand and spreading outwards, black elegant writing faded into existence. It had no chronologically dated heading and was less formal than the earlier entries.

Dafne gasped softly and then smiled. Of course something as simple as a revelio charm was all that was hiding the rest of the journal. With a family like theirs, not many people would think of using magic. The Arcanos tended to be more viking than wizard nowadays.

If you are reading this, I hope these words have been found by someone worthy to continue my journey. The truth about the Expedition of 1928 is that we did find the Lost City of Valhalla. However, on the first day of our arrival we were met with a small cabin upon the mountainside. The only inhabitant was a woman who introduced herself as Ran Ymir.

Obviously, this woman is all that is left of the mysterious missing third family that originated with the Arcano and Varangr families. She explained to us that her duty was to guard the city and never unseal it. This, of course, led to a very big argument with both parties. Ran was very insistent and refused us at every turn. However, she did relent and allowed us to explore and record everything about the front gates.

If only everyone could see what we did. History about centuries past was right before our eyes! All I could think about was how I touched carvings that were once carved and touched by someone else who lived in ages past. Oh the stories they could tell!

We spent the next week studying the ruins carved around the sealed door. Eli, Rex, Asa, Zelda, and Leo particularly enjoyed themselves as they translated runes (with my help of course) and recorded sketches in their own journals.

Irene and Agnes had their sights set elsewhere, however. They took it upon themselves to continue the fight with Ran. Being an investigator and a journalist, they used all their wiles and charm to try to persuade her. When that failed, they started to return to arguments and shouting, which I then had to smooth over.

As for myself, I spent the week trying every enchantment and counter charm I could think of to try to break the seal on the door myself. When all of them inevitably failed, I even resorted to spell creation and experimentation. I’ve had my fair experience in spell crafting. It can often turn dangerous for those who don’t know what they are doing. I threw everything I had at it and it still wouldn’t budge. What I wouldn’t give to meet these ancient viking wizards who could conjure up such magic powerful enough to defeat me, the youngest Magiens Mester in history. Even Elidon, my Second in Command, couldn’t affect it with his magic. Although, I suspect his heart wasn’t in it as I noticed he was quite taken by Ran. She too also must have felt the same as I often caught her looking his way. Our failure just drives me more to want to enter the city. Imagine the knowledge we could gain if only we could access their library.

Eventually, we reached a point that we could no longer gain any more useful information from the front gates or from Ran Ymir. With a sad heart, I decided to call it. I am regretful that I couldn’t give my team any more secrets to explore and uncover, as I promised them.

Before we left, Ran pulled me aside and pleaded with me to promise to not reveal this discovery to the public. Everything we wrote about had to be hidden and put away, never to see the light of day. I argued against it, but ultimately we didn’t find anything of worth. Failing in finding a mythical city would sound better than finding it and failing to open a simple door. Thus, I forbade the entire team from publishing anything we had found. Agnes and Irene argued heavily against this, but eventually agreed that our discovery was sparse anyway. I felt bad about dragging my team across Norway for a month and having them return with nothing so I paid them all double of what was promised.

And so, the Expedition of 1928 concluded. We boarded the Empyrean and took off once again into the sky and returned home. I have no doubt that I will think about that city for the rest of my life. I will never stop experimenting with counterspells so that one day I can return and reclaim what was once ours.

I now speak directly to whomever reads this journal. If you have the drive to seek out this journal and the city, I wish you luck. I doubt that I will be living, but I hope that I am. I hope to see the day that someone can take up my legacy and succeed where I did not. Our ancestors are smiling down at us and their stories deserve to be told.

Yours in time,

Iolanthe Arcano, Magiens Mester

Her elegant looping signature marked the end of the message. Dafne trailed her finger along the long written ink stained page that held her signature. She had never met her great great grandmother Iolanthe, although she was alive briefly when Dafne herself was just a baby. It occurred to her then that her uncle Kaari must have known her, and maybe even heard some of her stories. Passing stories down from ancestor to ancestor was a beloved practice of her family.

Flipping through the rest of the pages, she frantically searched for anything else from Iolanthe that could help her. There were no more words, however the rest of the journal was filled with rough sketches of carvings, translations of runes, and magical alchemical formulas of spell creation.

Dafne looked up from her journal and stared into the dancing flames within the hearth across the room and wondered what stories she would eventually tell her descendants.

#hpma #magic awakened #valhalla fic #hphm #dafne arcano #iolanthe arcano #elias cairncross #zelda cairncross #leo cairncross #reginald brokenshire #asa brokenshire #agnes malinda #irene quinn #Youtube

[slytherindisaster]

Just some ramblings because I have some ocs I need to work on and I don't want to forget about it. Also a few questions I did forgot about and I'm bad at communicating so this is my way of handling this.

The Sapiehas

Their birth years and overall existence don't make much sense because I fucked up when I decided on Gabriel's birth year making him like 10 years olden than the rest of HPHL mcs so let's just pretend that it makes sense in the end ok.

CJ — 3 years younger than Gabriel, Hufflepuff, because his father died when CJ was barely 14 he grew up idolising him and resenting Gabriel for always rebelling against his rules. CJ ends up following Joseph's footsteps and becomes an auror and also just like his father developing a problem with alcohol. He would either have a wife he does not care for or just stay single apart from some meaningless relationships. He dies from alcohol poisoning at age 34.

Margaret — 2 years younger than CJ, Ravenclaw, INFP, lesbian. The fact that her brothers never stopped fighting broke her heart. If I could find her some love interest it would be fun because she deserves it but I'm also tempted to leave her to be a spinster and also the coolest aunt to Gabriel's kids. Or maybe both. Either way she wouldn't have any kids on her own.

Jojo & Elisabeth — because of my dumbass decision to make Winnie's birth year 1905 that would make Jojo & Elisabeth's birth years 1901 & 1904 respectively. Also @beloved-bucky I know we've been talking about them and how they would make cool fantastic beasts ocs but as I said I'm shit at communicating so it got dropped. Since I shamelessly already took Winnie my question is – would you like to take one (or both) for yourself? I know I can be shitty when it comes to collaboration so I thought it might be easier to just split and develop them separately? If you want? Or just drop all the ideas about them at once and maybe then try to make sense out of it?

Mallory & The Rosiers

They're all just a bunch of random ideas plastered on a faceclaim rather than fleshed out characters but I'm working on it. Also @cursebreakerfarrier are we content with Toby and Winnie having two kids or do we want more?

Mallory Brokenshire — born 1931 to Winnie & Toby, 2 years younger than Jem, slytherin, INTJ, owns a potion shop on Diagon Alley. Again because I'm a dumbass and can't do math she would be only 20 when her daughter is born but I could totally see Tilly just hanging out at the potion shop for half of her childhood. I'm more concerned about how on earth would she have a potion shop by that age but maybe grandpa Gabriel could help with that.

Sterling Rosier — around 4 years older than Mallory, Pukwudgie house alumni, freshly finished with his Healer training when he comes to England to reconnect with his family there. He and Mallory meet in her shop when he has to run errands for the hospital. Then he ends up coming there for stuff he doesn't really needs and less than a year later they're already engaged. He is a sweetheart tho so I might kill him prematurely >:)

Leland Rosier — Sterling's brother, I'm not sure atm what's their age difference but I'm tempted to make them twins. Basically everything about him is tbd

Victor Rosier — Sterling's father, probably born sometime around 1901 but I'm not sure yet, his family moved to USA when he was 5 or so and he is a Thunderbird alumni. He works as an Auror and he used to be Tina's partner before she was dismissed. I will probably open him for ships if anyone's interested but keep in mind that he has to have at least two sons.

Evangeline* Rosier — a pretty big timeskip here because she would be a golden era oc. Either Harry or Ginny's year. She would be Evan & Felix's sister and she would be a Hufflepuff. Idk much about her for now, I might give her a ship with canon character but I'm not sure yet. She's the best tho.

*her name will probably change tho

The Parkers

Tilly Brokenshire-Rosier — not much going on here tbh, she's Mallory and Sterling's daughter, Lizzie's mother, a gryffindor and a professional Chaser, although her career is cut short when she gets pregnant and then her husband and step-son dissappear in mysterious circumstances and well everything goes to shit.

Anthony Parker — he's a cool guy who doesn't have much luck in life, his wife left him with a little kid and he has trouble with keeping his shit together, I'm not sure how he meets Tilly yet but they're the sweetest and she instantly loves Jacob and they're so happy together. Until they're not. He is a Hufflepuff and a magizoologist who specialises in winged horses.

Jacob Parker — so, yeah, he's Lizzie's half-brother and he is around six years older because I saw this post and I really like that logic, he is a big wip still but I might kill him or Lizzie in the second wizarding war bc I'm a bitch

#putting it under the cut so i won't clog your pretty dashes #rambles

[hbhughes]

Joan P. Rukstalis

Joan P. Rukstalis, 71, of Myers Street, Forty Fort, died on November 24, 2022 at Wilkes-Barre General Hospital.

Born in Kingston she was the daughter of the late Donald and Claire Brokenshire Rauh. She graduated from Wyoming Valley West School District.

She had resided on Myers Street in Forty Fort since 1974. Prior to her retirement she worked as secretary at the Saxton Medical Pavilion in Edwardsville.

Preceding her in death are brother, Marshall, sisters, Marsha and Donna, granddaughter, Rylee.

Surviving is her husband of 50 years, Garry; daughter, Sheri Adamski, Forty Fort; sons, Brock and his wife, Tracy, Swoyersville, Jason, Dallas; grandchildren, Keira, Colten, Erin, Brydon, Derek and Stella.

Private service will be held at the Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc., Funeral Home, 1044 Wyoming Avenue, Forty Fort.

For more information or to send the family an online condolence visit hughbhughes.com.

[bansheeoftheforest]

Henry’s siblings are protective and loving but there is a good part of them that is like;

“Simping? For a English man? Pathetic.”

They literally would not care that Henry is bisexual and love with a man but they would have a particularly foul taste in their mouth over it being an Englishman, especially if Henry told them about the affair he had with Robert and the fact that he broke his heart right after a shag like that. The siblings would come to London and Henry would try to introduce them to Robert but Ian and Angus (ze brothers) would crack their knuckles and stare Robert down. The fact that the two of them are at least like half- to a whole head taller than both Henry and Robert makes it all more terrifying <3

#ask #family au #banshees au #anon #ooh i'd really like to imagine how the fam would react to all other ships I have for Henry #Like Jacob- Emma- Brokenshire- Griffin- Sinnett... #Technically I hc Brokenshire as scottish. I dunno what Griffin is but I think all of the rest are english #I also realized I only ship Henry with like 1 lady #Hmm... would Virginia be an too obvious choice? #Ahah I dunno <3

[dswcp]

This week's theme: "The End" Panels!

“Star Wars Adventures 19: The Big March.” Marvel. March 27, 2019. Writer, Penciller, and Colorist: Nick Brokenshire.

#star wars #star wars comics #emil graf #bb00 #cr8r #noni #unnamed shosho outpost hostess #idk who she is but she's gorgeous #the reincarnation of kreia? uh yes please #sw sequels #marvel comics #nick brokenshire #2019 #space #non-force users #star wars family #so cute!!! #sw adventures has good priorities #two panels #girl power #droids #star wars cantina #it's the journey not the destination #wah wah #'the end'

[thatravenpuffwitch]

Character Profile — Patrick Hopper-Lee

Full Name: Patrick Lugh Hopper-Lee

Nicknames: Pat

Birthday: 14th May 2000

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Gender Identity: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nationality: Irish

Hometown: Ballydowane, Co. Waterford, Ireland

Personality

MBTI: ENFJ (The Protagonist)

Strengths: Relaxed, helpful, patient, logical, perceptive, outgoing

Weaknesses: Over-thinker, pushover

Interests/Hobbies: Music, creatures, herbology, muggle films, hiking

Appearance

Faceclaim: Nick Robinson

Height: 6ft 1in

Build: Lanky as a kid, tall and toned/athletic as an adult

Hair: Medium brown

Eyes: Olive green

Skin: Fair, tans a little

Body Modifications: Got his ears pierced on a dare but rarely wears earrings, a few tattoos.

Defects: A few burn scars on his hands and arms from working with dragons.

What do they carry on them?: his wand, wallet, leather gloves, his dad’s signet ring

Fashion: Casual and comfortable. Jean jackets, flannels, leather boots. Will occasionally wear a fun patterned shirt, but nothing too out there.

Witchcraft

1st Wand: Alder wood, dragon heartstring core, unyielding flexibility, 13 inches — swallowed whole by a dragon in 2022 and could not be recovered.

Alder is an unyielding wood, yet I have discovered that its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.

Second Wand: Willow wood, mandrake leaf core, 14” and solid flexibility — This wand is one of a small batch of mandrake leaf wands made by Seraphina Brokenshire in the 1920s.

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

Animagus: n/a

Patronus: Adder

Boggart: Himself, looking very plain and gaunt, sitting behind a desk with tons of paperwork stacked on it.

Ridikulous: A pie flies from his wand and smacks Boggart-Patrick in the face.

Amortentia (what does he smell like?): Blueberry muffins, campfire, soil, leather

Amortentia (what does he smell?): Patrick has not smelled Amortentia yet.

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Subjects: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures

Worst Subjects: DADA

Third-Year Options: Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies

NEWTs: Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Muggle Studies, Potions

Extracurriculars: Frog Choir and Prefect

Adult Life

September 2018 — present: Apprentice Dragonologist, Romanian Dragon Reserve

X — : Dragonologist, Llewelyn Dragon Sanctuary

Relationships

Parents: Ellie Hopper and Barnaby Lee

Older Sister: Rylie Hopper-Lee

Uncle: Jacob “Jace” Hopper

Great-Aunt: Orla Hopper

Pets: Bartholowe the puffskein, Watson the owl and Archer the crup are the Hopper-Lee family pets

Love Interests: tbd

Rivals: probably no one, but who knows.

Friends: Tarragon Weasley-Moss (usernoneexistent), Nick Willows, Robin Willows (that-scouse-wizard), Paddy McKade (unfortunate-arrow), Dylan Amari, Reva Amari (lifeofkaze), Dante Briarwood, Rory McTavish (the-al-chemist)

Additional Links / Information

Pat’s Playlist

Pat helps his best friend and fellow Dragonologist, Nick Willows @that-scouse-wizard, reopen the Llewelyn Dragon Sanctuary.

Patrick loves music. From a young age, he had a knack for sight-reading and for picking up new instruments. He’s proficient with the guitar, piano, trumpet, and bass. He’s even the lead singer of a Weird Sisters revival band.

For his 21st birthday, Uncle Jace helps Pat buy a motorcycle. But don’t tell his mother.

#patrick hopper lee #hpma #character profile #hp next gen #fankids

[an-army-of-nightmares]

I just realized something- and im sending this to your blog because I'm now crowning you the President of the Jekshire ship bc you are basically the only one talking about it- Remember the edit you made of Brokenshire without his beard? Im the anon who apparently inspired you to do the full shave edit, and now im curious... if Jekyll and brokenshire were together, how would Jekyll react to that? Even better, if they weren't together, how would Jekyll react? Would that be the moment he realizes he is in love with Brokenshire because everyone keeps shit talking the shave and he doesn't really care for it???? yes, this is random, but just... Yes.

(For anyone new, jekshire spawned from 1 (one) fanfic. And I've always headcanoned him as like 37-38 [which is funny because I later learned Lanyon is canonically 38 and I originally has Brokenshire younger then him XD]

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I remember it yes, here's a refresher in case anyone forgot <3

Hm I'm not sure, tbh I'm probably the worst person to ask because I always insult family members if they shave their beard XD

I'm willing to think the only reason Brokenshire would ever shave anything would be because he lost a bet, or it got set on fire in a accident or something

So I'm thinking a scene where Jekyll notices a shaved Brokenshire, doesn't immediately insult or laugh and asks him why he shaved it, in which a sulking Brokenshire responds that he didn't want to, and que a cute lil trip to the society where Jekyll grabs him a potion to help it grow back faster

#ask #jekshire #tgs jekshire #my edit #tgs brokenshire #tgs #the glass scientists #yeah like p much all jekshire things ive posted were untagged or in a reblog. so only my dedicated followers have seen it which is fun #tagging it now tho #*adds this to the oneshot requests list* ban'll like this

[endlessly-cursed]

fankids appreciation week 23 bonus: caspar brokenshire & joseph dubois-brokenshire - stepfather and stepson

the most wholesome of relationships, joseph never once was interested in his biological father, and always believed caspar to be his true father from a young age, for his mother had married him when he was a baby. when he found out, he was hurt to say the least; it was unfair that he was not his trueborn son as he always thought, and thus ran away when he found out who his true father was. but when caspar found him and talked to him, he learned the most valuable lesson: family isn't made by just blood: it is formed by trust, respect, love and loyalty. ever since, they were thick as thieves despite caspar having two daughters with his mother.

it must be my favourite dynamic in the whole fankid aspect and it's the one that shows how found families work and that father isn't only the one who procreates, but the one who loves, nurtures and is a constant figure in the child's life no matter what 💙 @cursebreakerfarrier

#fbawtft #riddle era #caspar brokenshire #joseph dubois #dubois family #brokenshire family #fankidsaw23 #myedit* #mine*

[jeks-tgs]

Keep Quiet - 1: Unfortunate Company

Robert sighed as he stepped out of the coach, pausing a moment to help his wife down, before approaching the Society reluctantly. The crowd was smaller today, and Brokenshire had at least managed to keep a path clear, but the constant yelling wasn't getting any better. Ever since those creatures had been spotted closer and closer to cities and towns, the general public had been scrambling for a scapegoat, and mad science seemed to be the majority vote. Still, he was a Lanyon, and he held his head high even as insults and threats alike were hurled at him.

"Chin up, Robert," His father hissed at him, and he lifted it even higher with a slight glare at the older man. It lacked it's usual venom; ever since the man had started accompanying him to the Society, they had begrudgingly started actually talking to one another. The only good thing brought about by all these accusations and fear-mongering was the lack of fighting during family visits.

"God, the nerve of those people!" Lisa huffed as she took her hat off, hanging it by the doors. "As if a group of scientists in London could have had anything to do with what's going on! It started in Wales, for God's sake!" Robert nodded in agreement, his father merely letting out an equally annoyed sniff.

"I honestly don't understand what the fuss is about," Hastie said as he hung up his coat. "We have bloody werewolves in London, and from what I've heard, those pests from the woods are easy to kill. There haven't been any more reports from Wales since last month. Clearly, they've handled it on their own." A sudden noise caught their attention, and the three Lanyons looked over to spot a familiar terrier rushing towards them, claws clicking on the marble. Lisa grinned, crouching down and allowing the little church grim to clamber into her lap, laughing as he licked at her face.

"What, no kisses for me?" Lisa rolled her eyes as Emma pouted at her, holding her arm out to bring the blonde into a hug, kissing her cheek. Hastie shifted a bit, still a tad confused by his son and his wife's relationship dynamic with the Jekylls, but he wasn't one to turn on his family and get them arrested for something as simple as love. He watched idly as Zosi rushed around Lisa's feet, lifting his little paws as if to say 'down here!!' It was quite adorable, and, ever the sucker for dogs, Hastie knelt down and gave the little scamp some attention.

He stood up, following his son, his daughter-in-law, and one of their lovers to the office of their other partner, biting back a laugh at the sight inside. Henry Jekyll, the founder of the Society, one of the most brilliant minds in London, was currently standing on one foot with a wine glass raised high above his head. Clinging to his lifted leg was a scraggly kitten with only one eye, peeping irritably at being denied the alcoholic beverage.

"Lithium! No! You can't have wine!" The Scot desperately tried to reason with the six ounce ball of black fur, but Lithium was having none of it, and kept trying to climb higher. Finally taking pity on him, Emma strode forward and scooped up the angry little thing, the black cat still meowing squeakily. "Thank you, darling. She's getting to be far more bold in her demands." Emma shook her head with a laugh, holding the irritable kitten to her chest.

"Reminds me of a certain blond urchin," Robert teased playfully, and Henry shot him a grumpy scowl. They all found their places to sit, Lisa and Emma chatting and leaning on one another as their husbands bustled about working on papers and signing things. Hastie busied himself with going through some of the more recent death threats targeted at the Society, chuckling occasionally at the outlandish claims. He paused for a moment, squinting at the paper.

"Robert, this letter says here that your little organization is to blame for.. 'the mist'?" He asked with a huff of amusement. "What, does your lot control the weather now?" Robert made a disgruntled face, letting out a flat, "Ah, 'the mist'. It rolled through Wales a month ago, around the same time they must have figured out their mess. Of course, those bastards out there are all taking it to be some sort of omen, and blaming us for it." The Lanyons shook their heads, exasperated, and Emma rolled her eyes as she started picking through the letters as well.

"Oh, this one's rich!" She giggled, holding up a letter.

"Um.. hey..?" Henry's voice held a note of concern to it, but he was ignored in favour of the gossip.

"They say Henry is a madman and Robert is some demon from hell, and that they've both dragged Lisa and I into a pact with satan!"

"Everyone.. t-there's, um.."

"Ha! Read this one, Ems," Lisa held up another letter, eyes twinkling.

"There's-"

"Ah, now we're succubi dragging two honest men into sin? Goodness, we seem to switch our roles in these tales frequently!" Emma laughed. "Talk about inconsistency."

"J-Jesus!!"

The sound of Henry staggering back into his desk quickly caught their attention, and they all fell into an uneasy silence. Outside the large windows in Henry's office, the world was obscured by a dull cloud, though no water droplets formed on the window.

"S-Something ran past.." Henry whispered into the tense quiet of the room. "Something big..." Lisa grabbed Emma's hand tight, but before she could reassure her, they heard a commotion outside the doors. Henry rushed to poke his head out, letting out an alarmed sound before hurrying into the chaos that was now his entrance hall. "Everyone, please! Calm down!" He fruitlessly tried to enforce peace, but those who had run in from the outside were too busy demanding explanations. Henry stepped back, fearful that the agitated crowd might advance on him.

"Alright, what the hell is going on!?" Robert demanded, moving to stand in front of Henry. "Why are you in our building? I thought a majority of you swore you'd die before stepping foot in here? Well?" There was a brief moment of silence, before a young woman with a baby in her arms called out, "I-I was just passing by, sir, when the mist rolled in.. I.. I h-heard something awful out there.. people screaming.. I saw everyone rushing into the nearest buildings, a-and this one was the closest to me." Robert's expression softened, then furrowed in concern as he began taking note of how many people with children were present. He swore under his breath, then motioned Rachel over.

"Right, those with children, infants, or pregnant, please follow Ms. Rachel to the kitchens. If you need anything, let her know," He watched as people moved to group up with the cook, and Henry couldn't help but marvel at Robert's natural leadership. "Those with ailments, the elderly, and injured, Ms. Lavender will take you to the infirmary." Lavender rushed over, having been watching the chaos from around a corner, and began leading her group to the appropriate rooms, slightly larger than Rachel's. That left a majority in the main hall. "Now, calmly, explain what you know of the situation. And before anyone decides to theow accusations, we here at the Society are not responsible for this. Yes, you sir?"

"There's something in the mist," A middle-aged gentleman explained. "I heard it. Caught a few glimpses, but it's hard to see out there. Could barely see the folks around me." The others murmured their agreements and own confirmations of spotting something in the mist.

"Alright. There's something in the mist," Robert swallowed, voice tinged with worry. "Is it dangerous, or just frightening? Did it harm anyone?"

"I heard screaming," A woman said shakily. "Not normal screaming, it was dreadful. It.. i-it sounded like someone was being torn apart out there." This sent a burst of renewed panic through the crowd until Robert shouted for their attention.

"Okay. So, we know there's something in the mist, and that it is potentially deadly," He began to pace, thinking. "Alright, everyone away from the doors and windows. Henry, fetch the Lodgers, tell them to start covering and blocking all outside doors and windows. Emma, Lisa, help me with getting these people into rooms. Father, you've still got—"

"My revolver, yes," Hastie nodded, lifting his vest enough to show the handle. "I'll start looking for more weapons, I take it?"

"Yes, we need to be able to defend ourselves incase anything gets in."

They all split off to managed their own tasks, and Robert couldn't help but worry as he took in the amount of angry signs and aggravated faces amongst the people they were soon to be locked in with.

#tgs #tgs au #mist au #horror au #this is gonna be a combination of creature-based horror films #it's MY mist and I get to decide what's lurking within it #horror #angst #this will get bloody and sad #just a heads up #Mod Jeks #Jeks do a write

[cursedvaultss]

HPHL OC Profile: Cordelia Duncan

“Autumn is an interesting season, even in the metaphor of life, is a time of decline, of loss, but also intense and haunting beauty. Some places, like some people, never are or have been, as beautiful in their fall."

Name: Cordelia Annalise Duncan

Nicknames: Cordy

Birthdate: April 22nd, 1875 (or depending on the timeline)

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Blood Status: Unknown, possibly Muggleborn

Nationality: British

Sexuality: Bisexual

I haven't actually played Hogwarts Legacy and I'm not exactly planning to, but I'm not above stealing the cool aspects of the story and using them for my own purposes, so that's what Cordelia is here for!

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown/black

Eyes: Brown

Height: 175.3 cm (5ft 9)

Weight: 55kg 

Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie

Background

Home: An orphanage in London and Hogwarts

Family

Cordelia is an orphan and she doesn't know who her parents are. As she grows up, she wants to find out the identities of her mother and father and whether or not they're alive or if she has any other relatives left alive.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Career

11-17: Hogwarts Student 

17->: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Cordelia can be a little complicated. On one hand, she wants to be a good friend and kind, but on the other, she often puts her own goals ahead of those around her. She knows many people around the school and can be sociable and fun, but she doesn't let people really close to her easily. She has developed a hard exterior during her life living in the orphanage and having to fend for herself. She probably gets along best with people who can understand or even relate to her circumstances. Priorities: Making her goals a reality, success, helping her friends

Strengths: Ambitious, cunning, sociable, adaptable, wants to do good and be good

Weaknesses: Single-minded, self-centered, guards her true emotions closely

Stressed: When she feels stuck, either with her goals or physically

Calm/Comforted: While studying, while with her friends

Favorites

Colours: gold, green

Weather: Clear skies, sun

Hobbies:

Fashion: Cordelia doesn't have a lot of money so she starts out wearing whatever she has been given at the orphanage but during her time at Hogwarts she acquires a few more extravagant pieces which she values and takes good care of.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: OPEN

Friends:

Sebastian Sallow

Anne Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Cecilia Balinor by @endlessly-cursed

Zelda Cairncross, Lillian Brokenshire, Sidonie Lewis, Benji Gerhardt, and Galen Stagg by @cursebreakerfarrier

Lettie Heyes, Milo Foy, and Ambrose Penvellyn by @cursedlegacies

Atticus Doherty, Fred Graham, Anastasia and Florence Osada by @hphmmatthewluther

Danny Gibson by @catohphm

Logan Rosseto, Haldir Eilphyra, Johnny Tazar Jr., Ayas Perphyra, Elyon Vamaer, and Elisen Chaeyra by @nicos-oc-hell

Brianna O’Rourke by @unfortunate-arrow

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals:

Sebastian Sallow

Trivia

Cordelia enjoys fashion, although she hardly had money to spend on clothes. She knows how to make her own clothes either by hand and later with the help of magic.

When she grows up, she wants to do something to help other children who come to the Wizrding world with no money and no clue what's going on.

She cares about people deeply, although she doesn't often show it.

#oc: cordelia duncan #hphl #hphl mc #hogwarts legacy oc #oc profile #let's hope there aren't as many mistakes in this one as there were in callie's #she's open for more friends/rivals/enemies and also a love interest!

[kathrynalicemc]

A/N: Ehehehehe new OCs for this one! Well i've had them for a long time but never said much about them yet because I was waiting for this!! Reminder again that next chapter will be in 2 weeks

Warnings: None for now?

Characters: Dafne Arcano, Dayamanti Arcano, Dielle Arcano, Jorren Varangr, Kyne Varangr, Kodlak Varangr, Merla Varangr, Julio Aquila + Crew, Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy @endlessly-cursed, Elidon Greyloc, Brokenshire & Cairncross Family @cursebreakerfarrier, Irene Quinn and Agnes Malinda @gaygryffindorgal

Song: Ode to Fury by Miracle of Sound

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Chapter 2: Svalbard

“So where are we going?” Dayamanti asked as soon as they reached the open ocean.

“Svalbard,” Dafne replied.

“Why there? You honestly don’t think Valhalla is there, do you?”

“No. But like you said, I can’t possibly take on a mountain full of zombies by myself. We need some help, and maybe see if they have any more information.”

“They?” Dayamanti questioned with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“The Varangrs. It’s their history too, so it’s only fair that we ask.”

“Alright then,” she replied and went to work angling the sails, the longship turning to head north.

The journey would take them roughly three days with the help of enchantments upon the sails to increase their speed. It would be easy enough as Dayamanti had made the journey herself a few times for the Arcano Trading Co. The longship itself wasn’t too large, however the deck was just large enough to set up a small tent which, of course, was larger on the inside.

Dafne ducked and entered the tent to get out of the bitter cold wind and ocean spray. The tent once belonged to Alatar so the interior was very simple consisting of a few cots, a small bonfire in the center, and various rugs and furs piled on the ground around it.

Picking a comfy looking fur, Dafne sat down upon it and pulled another tight around herself. Producing the purple journal once belonging to her ancestor, she began to read.

——

Iolanthe Arcano, Magiens Mester

Entry #1

Date: May 15th, 1928

This is it. I’m finally going to do it after years of planning. I’ve got some vacation time coming up and everything is in order for when I’m gone. It could just be a bedtime story passed down for generations, but I’m betting it’s real. If it is, I can only imagine the amount of long forgotten knowledge hidden away in that city. Now all I need to do is find myself a team, and I have a pretty good idea who can help me..

Entry #2

Date: June 1st, 1928

We have managed to gain passage on a skyship called the Empyrean. I am familiar with Captain Aquila, we’ve been friends for a while. He has incredible navigation skills that will be a big help. Along with the ship's crew, I have also hired my own crew.

Senior Undersecretary Elidon Greyloc was my first pick. My second pick, of course, is my beloved Atticus. They were both an instant hire. As for the rest of the team, I have hired a few members from both the Cairncross and Brokenshire families.

Doctor Elias Cairncross and Reginald Brokenshire are leaders in their respective fields. Their knowledge of cultures and languages will be very beneficial. Also joining the team is Reginald’s son Asa Brokenshire and Elias’s daughter Zelda Cairncross. Zelda is an anthropologist whereas Asa has skills with defending against the Dark Arts. It must really run in their family, because I also hired Zelda’s son Leo Cairncross. I’ll have three generations of experts with me.

Lastly, Irene Quinn and Agnes Malinda round out the team. Irene is a private investigator, a skill I believe will come in handy for solving problems. Her partner Agnes is a journalist, to my dismay. I personally don’t want to get the press involved but Irene requested her help. I’d hate for the press to get news that my expedition was useless if this story ends up just that. A story.

Entry #3

Date: June 25th, 1928

We’ve been traveling on foot across the north of Norway for nearly a month now, occasionally taking the Empyrean if the distance is too far. After the Empyrean lands, we make our way to a few sites we thought might have the city. One after one we crossed off the list, not finding any hints of any entrances among the mountains. The team is getting restless and homesick, having nothing to show for weeks of camping. Even during summer, the north of Norway still has snow up high in the mountains.

Most days are long, requiring travel by foot or aparating longer distances. By choosing to do this in the summer, we have the luxury of not wasting daylight as the Midnight Sun never sets in the north. Although, it can be challenging to try to sleep under the almost sunset. This also proves difficult for navigating as our most skilled navigator Jules Aquila usually uses the stars at night to guide him.

We only have a handful of possible locations left to check. I’m starting to lose hope of the lost city even existing. If we don’t find anything, I’m worried my team might think I dragged them out on a wild goose chase to waste their time on a fairytale.

Entry #4

Date: August 3rd, 1928

I knew it! Ever since I was a child listening to the stories by the fire, I’ve dreamed of finally reclaiming the lost wizard city of Valhalla. I’ve studied the stories and maps for years and I have asked almost everyone from Skalafell to recount it to me, each story having new details or losing others. All this work was actually worth it. We think we have found it.

Entry #5

Date: August 9th, 1928

Today, the team will board the Empyrean once again. After two months, we are finally headed home, but I am sad to report it will be empty handed. They all worked admirably and I am proud of how far we came. I am frustrated and disappointed beyond belief, but I refuse to give up. I hope someday I can return and finish what we started. This will be my last entry about the lost city. Agnes has promised not to write about it publicly, our expedition will not be recorded for the history books. I look forward to a time where it could be...

——

Dafne’s brow furrowed as the text abruptly ended. Quickly flipping through revealed that about only a quarter of the journal was filled. The rest were blank pages. However, her attention was caught when flipping a page caused a folded piece of parchment to slip out and land on her lap. Unfolding it revealed a rough map of Norway, red paint crossing out multiple locations except one.

These must be the locations Iolanthe and her team explored. The only location not crossed out was on the coast of northern Norway. At least they had their starting location, although Dafne was worried about what they would find there. Iolanthe was certain they had found it, but the next entry told a different story. What could have happened?

——

The days passed slowly without event, the sisters spending the time together in the tent. They talked about anything they could think of. It was nice to have some free time to catch up as the last few years Dielle was at Hogwarts and Dafne herself attended a muggle university.

Before they knew it, the Jörmungandr thunked against the frozen docks on Svalbard belonging to the Varangr family. They were very nomadic and lived off the land so they didn’t really have a named village like Skalafell. The docks only existed because of the trade route their families established. In fact, it was Dafne’s grandfather Alatar who broke their centuries long feud and made peace with them. It was such a long grudge that neither family remembered what it was about.

Dayamanti, Dafne, and Dielle made their way off the ship and further inland, their boots crunching on the fresh snow of late autumn.

“How are we supposed to find anyone? Svalbard is huge and they could be anywhere!” Dielle questioned.

“No idea, I’ve never actually met them. Whenever I would make a trade, I would just leave the crates on the dock and take the ones already waiting,” Dayamanti replied.

Dafne was just about to make a sarcastic remark about perhaps trying to yell into the bushes when a voice yelled out at them.

“What is your business here?” an imposing figure stood in the distance off to the side, speaking Norwegian. He was draped in furs and had long gray hair that was braided in places. In his hand was a spear that rested on the ground like a cane.

“Oh, um my name is Dafne Arcano. These are my sisters Dayamanti and Dielle. You may know our grandpa Alatar?” Dafne offered back, matching his Norwegian.

“I do,” he answered gently, “I’m Kyne Varangr. How may I be of service?”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story. Do you have a leader we could talk to?”

“Aye. Follow me, I’ll take you to her,” Kyne motioned with his spear and started to walk away.

They followed him further into Svalbard, keeping a respectful distance behind. It only took about ten minutes of walking before they started to see pillars of smoke in the distance. Their destination consisted of a handful of large tents, substantial enough to house many people comfortably but makeshift enough to be taken apart and moved.

Kyne led them to the largest of the tents and pulled back the fabric, revealing the inside. The girls took this as an invitation and entered. Unlike their own, this tent wasn’t magical or bigger on the inside. The Varangrs were known to not use magic as much as normal wizards.

Sitting around the fire in the center were three figures, one man and two women. The youngest of the women looked to be around the same age as Dafne. She had black hair and a large raven perched upon her shoulder. The other woman was older with gray hair like Kyne. The man was between their ages.

The older woman stood up as they entered, bowing her head slightly and gesturing to the furs on the ground. The three of them exchanged a glance but then took a seat around the fire.

“Welcome. You must be Arcanos. I’m Jorren Varangr,” Jorren spoke, this time in English. “This is my son Kodlak and his daughter Merla. You’ve already met my husband Kyne, I see.”

“We are pleased to meet you. I’m Dafne and these are my sisters Dayamanti and Dielle.”

“I’m sorry to take up your time, but I came with an inquiry. You do know of the story of Valhalla, don’t you?”

Jorren nodded her head with a smile.

“Well, my sisters and I are embarking on a journey to find and reclaim it. We were wondering if you had any information about it or even if you wanted to come along?”

Jorren remained silent for a few moments, leaning over to whisper to her son before she spoke, “I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do for you. It is a fairytale we can’t afford to chase.”

“I understand.”

“As for information, however, I can offer you this. Whatever’s been sleeping in that city will need more than three young girls to defeat. There’s a reason a whole group of trained city guards abandoned it without a fight.”

“You mean the Valkyries, right? They were my favorite part of our Grandpa’s stories,” Dielle remarked wistfully.

“I do,” Jorren nodded.

“So you won’t help us?” Dayamanti suddenly interjected.

“Be glad we let you this far, Arcano,” Kodlak shot back.

Jorren reached out her hand to quiet her son, “Do not take this the wrong way. I would just hate to see young wizards rush to their doom.”

“We understand and appreciate your concern, but we can handle ourselves,” Dafne rushed to speak before her sister could argue more.

Jorren nodded again with a gentle smile, “Then we have nothing left to say. I wish you well.”

Dafne took the hint and motioned the others to stand, “Thank you for your time, we will get out of your hair.”

With a few more head bows of acknowledgement, the three of them ducked back out of the tent and started their trek back to the docks. Once safely there, Dayamanti started to untie the mooring ropes and they had a moment to discuss.

“Well that sure was useful, wasn’t it?” Dayamanti sarcastically grumbled.

“I liked them. Especially Jorren, she was nice,” Dielle confidently stated.

Dafne sighed heavily, “It’s always worth asking. Iolanthe had an entire team with her. We can’t afford to be stubborn and keep it to ourselves. We need help.”

“Why did we sneak away from home then? I’m sure Uncle Kaari would have helped us!” Dielle nodded with a smile.

“They would have tried to stop us. Plus, they don’t believe it’s real. At least the Varangrs took us seriously.”

Suddenly a caw erupted into the crisp air and, with a flap of feathers above them, a large raven landed upon the edge of the longship. It looked at each of them one by one with its shiny black eyes.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” A quiet voice with a thick accent behind them caused them to jump and whirl around, their hands going to their weapons.

It was the girl from the tent who was introduced as Merla. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and, now that they were closer to her, they noticed her eyes were milky white and didn’t quite meet theirs.

“Do you know for sure where it is?” She spoke again when nobody answered her.

“Uhh we think so. Yes,” Dafne spoke up.

“Then I’m coming with you,” she stated and carefully made her way onto their longship, the raven's gaze following her the whole way.

“I’m Merla and this is Egyja,” Merla pointed to her raven.

“Eye?” Dafne translated.

“Yes, she’s my eyes. I was born blind but my Gift allows me to communicate with and see through animals eyes. I assume you guys also have the Gift, considering the white in your hair.”

“How do you have the Gift? You don’t have white hair!” Dielle asked.

“The Varangr family shows the Gift differently. Each of the families has a different way it shows up. Women from my family are born with unique birthmarks. This is mine,” she answered, pulling away her fur coat to reveal a dark mark upon her breastbone that vaguely took the shape of an eye.

“That’s so cool,” Dielle mused, “My Gift is healing and sometimes I can create shields to protect people!”

“I can create fire and lightning,” Dayamanti added and crossed her arms proudly.

“And mine is necromancy. I can’t bring people's souls back, I just puppet their bodies,” Dafne finished.

“And you think the four of us can reclaim the city alone?” Merla arched an eyebrow.

“I guess we will find out,” Dayamanti replied.

With a heavy thunk, the anchor was raised. The mooring lines were untied and the sails unfolded, billowing with the bitter cold wind. The Jörmungandr lurched forwards and then crawled forwards until eventually it hit top speeds. They had their heading.

#valhalla fic #hpma #magic awakened #dafne arcano #dayamanti arcano #dielle arcano #merla varangr

[slytherindisaster]

Winifred Sapieha (b. 1905) — Hufflepuff, traveller

Mallory Brokenshire (b. 1931) — Slytherin, potioneer, shop owner

Perpetua 'Tilly' Brokenshire-Rosier (b. 1951) — Gryffindor, Professional Quidditch Player, coach

Elisabeth Parker (b. 1973) — Slytherin, cursebreaker, a mess

#i finally figured out lizzie's family 😭 #at least the female line lol #hphm #hphl #lizzie parker #winnie sapieha #mallory brokenshire #tilly brokenshire rosier #yes lizzie and felix are now related and it's going to be fun

[brokenshiremedcollege]

BROKENSHIRE COLLEGE OF MEDICINE 

After schooling what is next is a big question for both the parents and students. Engineering or Doctor is a prominent career choice for an Indian Family. And therefore choosing these careers gives the family a prestige and status.

While engineering degree is gradually decreasing their scope in the market future, MBBS has a high demand around the world.

Looking into India, WHO reports additional 4 lacks requirements of Doctors by 2025.

Yes, dear future Doctor aspirants... if you are really willing to save the world and want to be a responsible citizen, you are at the right point.

Now next, Aiming and choosing to be a Doctor is a highly responsible role and is very expensive in terms of cost of learning. And the place you choose and quality of education do matters here.

Looking forward for all the people around the world, even for an Middle class family who will be able to afford and who is truly interested in running a successful career in saving the world, here is “BROKENSHIRE COLLEGE OF MEDICINE “located in”PHILIPPINES” to provide you a Complete and Qualified career by letting “ALL YOUR DREAM COME TRUE” .

Why MBBS in PHILIPPINES??

Ø  Low tuition fee and cost of Living.

Ø  Admission and application process is simpler.

Ø  Can explore, learn, and get new experiences in life. Leading to improving their knowledge, to be a responsible individual and decision maker.

Ø  MCI and WHO acknowledgement.

Ø  No donation or capitation fee.

Ø  Internationally valid and accepted degree.

Ø  Eligibility requirements are easy and manageable.

And Many More...

 Why Brokenshire??

Ø  COLLEGE VISION

1.    Making difference in the world.

2.    Aiming at developing individual character.

3.    Transforming to individuals.

4.    Spiritual mature.

5.    Social responsible.

6.    Vision of developing multipotential medical graduates, developed programs, which can enhance their roles as specialty clinicians, researchers, educators, managers, social mobilizers and advocates.

  Ø  EDUCATION OBJECTIVE

1.     Best thoughts and value “Human kind”.

2.    Conversant with the economic, political, social and cultural heritage in relation to the realities of Philippine life, in particular, and of the world, in general.

3.    Establishing community-owned and community-managed health programs that effectively respond to the health needs of the communities.

4.    Establishing a network of community health programs, organizations/institutions, health professionals and students that actively participate in community health and development process.

 Ø  METHODOLOGY OF TEACHING

1.    Recognize the dignity of every person.

2.    Development in critical thinking and research.

 Ø  A DECISION MAKING PROCESS THAT WILL:

1.       make use of the fullest contribution of various sectors ; and

2.       Develop the capabilities for reflection and action in the college community.

 Ø  A CURRICULUM AND CO-CURRICULUM PROGRAM THAT FOSTER DEVELOPMENT TOWARDS

1.    Creative thinking.

2.    Human dignity and responsibility.

3.    Social awareness and

4.    Involvement.

 Ø  A POLICY OF SERVICE THAT WILL

1.    Reflect the values of justice and equality.

2.    The dignity of labour.

3.    The development of commitment to duty, competence and excellence; and; academic-community actions that are actively involved in solidarity with the marginalized in society for their authentic development and liberation.

 Ø  MOTTO

1.    Fides et Servitium, Latin for “faith and service.”

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