#they’d be teachers at.... Hogwarts school for gifted children

[honeymoonblues]

Kisses & Dreams

Remus Lupin x Professor!Reader

Summary: The school year is ending and you have a question for Remus. (Gender neutral reader).

Part 1 - Part 2

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: This is a continuation to my last remus fic, I never thought this would turn into a little series! I'm not sure if this will be the last part or not, we'll see.

Let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

It had been such a wonderful winter break, the best you’ve had in ages. Those two weeks felt like you had been walking on clouds.

You decided to stay at Hogwarts, along with some other teachers and a few students who didn’t want to go home. At first, seeing all these kids away from their families for the holidays left you heartbroken. But after seeing them all get together for Christmas dinner, you started to understand why they’d want to stay at school. 

It goes without saying that your favourite thing about the holidays wasn’t dinner, but rather the company. 

Professor Lupin had been the most charming companion ever. By the third tea shop rendezvous on the first week, it had almost turned into a routine. You had tried to get creative and do something different each time, but you always ended up back in the tea shop. There were only so many things you could do in Hogsmeade, anyway. 

Remus always ordered the same thing, and you always picked the same little teacup from the extensive collection that Madam Pudifoot’s had to offer. He’d sip on his Cherry Rose tea, and you’d marvel at the gorgeous little tea set that matched your favourite cup while drinking your choice of the day. 

Now that you didn’t pretend to be ‘just coworkers’ anymore, it became the perfect time to get to know each other better, and the shop was a great place to do so. 

Remus was quieter and a great listener, even when you started talking non-stop, he’d still love hearing your stories. But whenever he got to talk it was marvelous. A gifted storyteller with a million different tales about his life, his friends, and his time in Hogwarts. You adored him, and you were so grateful for the great time you got to spend together.

Regardless, the most heartwarming moment of all was when the clock struck midnight on Christmas day. 

When the kids left the Great Hall after the most delectable meal, you had to ensure they all returned to their rooms. You didn’t want to drink during dinner with all the children there, so after all was over, Remus and you got down to the kitchen to indulge in a bit of wine.

Then, Peeves decided to pull a little festive prank by locking both of you down there. Already on your second glass, you heard the poltergeist’s crazy laughter and immediately knew something was up. When Remus got to the door, he sighed and then started giggling.

“Not this again!” His head was resting against the door, his hand covering his face, and you could see him shaking with laughter.

“Again? What do you mean?” Soon enough, you too were chuckling.

When he finally calmed down enough to take a breath, he explained:

“Peeves did this same thing to me on Christmas Eve, back when I was a student here.”

“What? He locked you up? In the kitchens?” You questioned, speaking slowly. When he nodded, your eyes widened. “But what on earth were you doing down here?”

A dazzling smile showed on his face, and he raised his glass.

“Same thing I’m doing right now.” And you almost choked on your drink.

Realizing that whatever Peeves had done to the door couldn’t be all that serious, you agreed that it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy some more wine before unlocking it. Grave error.

When the third attempt at an Alohomora spell had failed because of your incessant laughter, you managed to say:

“How many drunk wizards do you think it takes to open a door?” And that’s how you spoiled Remus’ fourth effort.

At some point, you collected yourselves. You breathed in, and you unlocked the door. It should have been way easier than you made it. Any second year could have gotten out of the kitchen in a minute, as long as they weren’t drunk like you two.

Acting like two sober adults, you walked over to your office. Thankfully, you didn’t cross paths with any students hanging around the hallways past their bedtime, or it could have been quite embarrassing for everyone involved.

Fifteen minutes to midnight, you decided it would be the best opportunity to give Remus your Christmas gift. While you were talking, he noticed the way you kept looking at the clock and then realized what hour it was. Excusing himself quickly, he left your office.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”

Frowning at his sudden escape, you sighed. His gift was carefully wrapped, sitting in a corner of the room. You took it, your hands starting to sweat just by thinking about giving it to him. It felt embarrassing how much sentiment you had put into it, and how easy it was to do so for Remus.

Your train of thought was interrupted by him entering through your door again. He had a bashful smile, similar to the one he got the day he asked you on a date. His back was straight and his hands were behind his back. 

You looked at the clock one more time, three past midnight. 

“Merry Christmas, Remus!” He had a surprised look on his face when you offered your gift to him. 

“Well, thank you very much.” Remus chuckled, and he too extended his arms, offering a little wrapped box. “Merry Christmas to you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to! Thanks!” The delighted tone in your voice was impossible to hide, you looked contented before even opening your gift.

He was the first to open the package since you were taking your time not to damage the cute wrapping paper on the box.

“Wait… you didn’t knit this, did you?” You smiled shyly at his question. “Merlin, you did! This is… so much work.” He immediately put on the sweater you had made, it looked so incredibly cute on him. “Thank you so much.” His tone was genuine, and you couldn’t stop grinning.

You would have almost forgotten about the unopened gift in your hand if it wasn’t for Remus giving a little nod in its direction.

“Well, it’s nothing compared to your gift but I-”

“Remus! Are you joking? Remus this is so…!” Barely containing the excitement in your voice, you started giggling. “I didn’t know they sold these! This is absolutely perfect!”

“Well, Madam Pudifoot said no one ever asked to buy her cups, but she was very glad someone liked them so much that they wanted to keep one.”

Carefully, you put everything on your table. The plate, the spoon, and the gorgeous little teacup from the shop. Then, without wasting any other minute, you hugged Remus tightly.

“Thank you, thank you! I love it.” Your chuckles were muffled by his shoulders.

It took a moment, but Remus was hugging you back. 

“I still can’t believe you knitted me a sweater, that’s… incredibly thoughtful.”

When your eyes met his he had such a sweet expression, and even in the dim lighting, you could see his cheeks taking a pink colour. You couldn’t tell if the heat on your face was from being so close to the fireplace, or from Remus, and you smiled shyly, realizing that you hadn’t released him. 

Suddenly, you sensed a weird movement from over your head and looked up. Mistletoe was twinkling brightly, floating right over the both of you.

“I didn’t put that there, I swear!” You mumbled, a little confused.

“No. I did.”

Then, you kissed. And if there was any remains of alcohol in your blood, you surely sobered up. It was soft, sweet, and slow. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Remus’ breath against your skin tickled, and you had goosebumps all over. You giggled every time you had to pull apart to take a breath. Then, spent the rest of the night drinking tea, speaking in whispers, and kissing each other some more.

The break passed so fast that you barely noticed, as did the rest of the school year. It was a busy semester, you had very little free time and it was all spent with Remus, which you didn’t complain about.

Sooner than you thought possible, the finals were just around the corner and most people were drained, professors and students alike.

Also, history was a tiresome subject for most kids. Even if they liked going to class, studying became monotonous, and it was much worse for those who didn’t enjoy reading much.

This year, you gave the students a choice. Each one would have the opportunity to choose between an oral exam or a written exam, because you’d seen first-hand the different abilities that the kids possess. Now, you regretted your decision completely. The amount of work that took making two different finals for every class didn’t even compare to the time it would take to take the oral exams for each student who had chosen it (which weren’t many, but still).

But there was no going back now. You had arranged the list of students per year, dividing them in those who wanted which exam. From the 800 students that Hogwarts accommodated, only a few more than a hundred wanted to take the oral exam, but they meant more than one hundred individual finals to take, and you just hoped for everything to go according to plan and not take more time than it needed to.

In those two weeks of finals, you said goodbye to your sleeping schedule, and coffee became your best ally. At least, you weren’t the only one dealing with this. All your coworkers related, and the bags under the kids’ eyes told you they weren’t much better off.

Overall, a torturous moment for all. But you could still see the spark of hope in the promised summer holidays. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt like you were almost there. On your short sleep cycles, you dreamt of the warm afternoons and cool drinks, of going back home and enjoying your local lake, and of finally getting to rest. Of course, you also dreamt of Remus.

Neither of you had been together much this last month. His classes had twice as many hours as yours, and he was always doing the most for the students. Excursions, magical creatures, games and mixing different classes together for duelling. He put his everything into his job, and you admired him so much for that.

Still, there was something else. For this whole year you had spent a great deal of time with Remus. Some of the most wonderful dates, or a simply shared breakfast in the morning. In all these months, you’ve managed to known Lupin on a deeper level, which softened your heart as well as his. But some things just didn’t add up.

Every single month, he became sick and took some days off. Which could totally happen to anyone, but each one of his sickness lined up to a very peculiar day, or night to be more specific. Besides, you weren’t stupid, and Remus knew that incredibly well. He was sure it was just a matter of time before you had to talk it out, but he had always been somewhat of a coward, and you were too respectful of his own space to demand the explanation he thought you deserved.

The truth is, you couldn’t care less if he was a werewolf! Remus made you incredibly happy, and no condition of his could affect the way you felt about him.

At first, you found it so silly that he had tried so hard to cover his lycanthropy. But after you let this knowledge sit in the back of your mind for a while, you understood how terrible of a situation this was for him.

You knew the way of life werewolves lead in Britain. The so called supernatural ‘beasts’ had a long history of ill treatment and abuse by the hands of the government that should be protecting them. It was a miracle Remus even had a job, considering the laws the Ministry of Britain had been putting up recently. The mere thought of the things Remus had to go through broke your heart into pieces.

In Britain, getting bitten by a werewolf meant the end of your life as you know it. It meant the resentment and fear of the other people, it meant persecution and judgement, and it meant the suffering and agony of your transformation, because no one provided you with the potion you’re supposed to have to endure your pain. The only potion that saved a werewolf from their own animal instincts, the only that can a 100% stop you from being dangerous after transforming. It was the same country who would point at you accusatorily and call you a ‘killing beast’, the one that would deny you the medicine to help you, and completely erase any danger a werewolf could pose to others or themselves. The irony was not sad, but infuriating.

Not every country was like this, in fact, most weren’t. And many places venerated the lycanthropes. In some of them, the werewolves were the protectors of the family, the ones that gave hope to the generation. Stronger, faster, with better reflexes and senses than most. It was obvious why they were worshipped all over the world, why wouldn’t they?

The only thing you desired, is for Remus to trust you with this piece of his life, to let you be by his side at all times. Because even with everything that was going on, the man remained kind and loving, and you couldn’t understand how. You wanted him to know that you didn’t care about his condition, no matter if he was a werewolf, a vampire or a fairy, you’d never, ever judge him.

But you refused to rush things, just like you both had been doing with everything else. You let things flow. Surely, he’d tell you when he felt ready.

Sadly, neither had any opportunity to truly speak to each other, not with the end of the semester upon you.

The seemingly endless weeks of finals were almost over, and your nerves began to ease. Your dreams turned more pleasant, and you’d see Remus in almost every single one of them. Walking hand in hand by the seaside, drinking iced tea in your couch, and cuddling with you under the stars, he was always there when you drifted off. And with that, you had a realization. There’s no way you’d let him go away on the holidays. He had to be there with you over the summer, and with butterflies in your stomach, you decided to ask him.

The last exam you took should have left you exhausted, but when the only student left had given you his paper, you felt more alive than ever. You checked the clock on your wrist. Remus last exam ended in fifteen minutes, and then, you were going to ask him.

Merlin, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest with how hard it was beating. You were going to make the move, you were going to ask him! Excitement, confidence and nervousness, your head was spinning with so many emotions at the same time.

Your footsteps echoed around your office, you checked the time every ten seconds, until you decided you couldn’t wait anymore, and you made your way to Remus’ classroom.

‘Goodness, I am going to ask him!’ You thought, and had to stop yourself from running all the way to your destination.

The students were exiting his classroom, and you peeked inside, checking there was no one left, before you started to look for him.

‘Remus, good afternoon! Happy about finishing all these exams at last?” You called loud, trying to find where on earth he had hidden. You made your way up the stairs to his office, still talking. “Of course we still have to grade them, but we have almost a whole week for that!”  Chuckling softly, you finally got to his open door.

With your excitement, you almost missed it, but Lupin looked tired, incredibly so. It was understandable up until some point, but he truly seemed like he hadn’t been able to sleep for days. He barely looked up from his papers, and gave you a slight smile.

“Oh, Remus. Are you quite alright, there?” Getting closer to him, you stood by his side and ran your fingers through his hair, in the way you know calmed him down. But he didn’t look up to you again. You pondered for a moment how to ask him, so you started:

“We really, really need the summer break, don’t we?” And you giggled, not as cheerfully as you wanted it to sound. A soft humming sound is all that you got in response.

“Well, uhm…” Stuttering, you looked at him once more to confirm that everything was alright. “You know, I was thinking…” Thrown off by the contrast of his gloomy demeanour, you placed your hand comfortingly over his shoulder and said:

“Remember how I told you I wanted to go back home for the break, mm?” The cheerful tone in your voice was back, knowing exactly what could lift his spirits. “Would you like to come with me? I hope this is not too sudden because I’d love to-”

And just when you were about to ask him, formally, officially, to be you partner, he looked up with those bright eyes and through his wonderful lashes, and got up from his chair. Then, grabbing your arm softly, he interrupted you, speaking with his warm voice and gentle tone.

“I’m sorry. I- This is not going to work. I’m truly sorry, but it’d be best if we… part.”

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[snap-crackers]

A stupid AU that lives in my head:

Miraculous Ladybug x Harry Potter

Instead of the MLB characters going to Hogwarts, the Harry Potter characters are in the MLB universe

Except it’s not Harry and co who get the miraculouses, it’s the professors.

#au idea #I hate it and love it at the same time #like they aren’t aged down at all #dumbledore gets the ladybug and now gets to swing through the air with a yo-yo #mcgonagall gets the cat #I guess it’d be set in London #they’d be teachers at.... Hogwarts school for gifted children #Voldemort is hawkmoth #I guess Quirrell is like a semipermanent akuma #who also uses the peacock (which also conveniently makes its wearer sick) #the entire point of this is for me to imagine these two older people swinging around London in a cat suit and ladybug outfit #I just needed somewhere to put this because I’m not telling anyone I know personally about this

[writesowhatnext]

the teacher’s pet // neville longbottom

Summary: the reader visits their husband, Neville, at work

Request: Neville Longbottom but after the war, maybe being married and visiting him at hogwarts with your toddler?

A/N: this was so fucking cute I screamed also I wrote hagrids bit like a normal person but then I was like nope let’s be real here Hagrid has his own brand also I watched philosophers stone while writing this and oh boy Neville makes me cry

Reader: unspecified, parent

Warnings: children

“How was that, baby?” you asked, pleased to see your daughter’s smiling face cheerful despite the appariting. You sighed, releasing a shaky breath. “At least someone liked it.”

It seemed she was better at it than you were, you thought as you readjusted her in your arms and swallowed the bile that crawled up your throat from the process. She giggled as you shifted the gift bags in your hands and when you glanced at her, your chest tightened a little bit. She really was perfect. With her pretty green eyes and mop of dark hair, she had Neville written all over her face and you couldn’t help the way your heart soared as you looked at her.

“Come on then, darling,” you whispered, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand. “Let’s go find your dad.”

Walking through Hogwarts after so long was a strange experience. After the battle, they’d rebuilt all the fallen structures and the new and improved architecture of the school seemed foreign to you. Most of the hallways were familiar; at the back of your mind, you remembered running down them with Fred and George, sneaking off with Neville in the dark of night, silencing his worries with stolen kisses. You shook your head at the image of Ginny throwing a bat-bogey hex at Malfoy, a fond smile on your lips. There were so many memories that lingered in these corridors and one day your daughter would make her own. You were so wrapped up in your reverie you barely noticed the eleven-foot-tall man wandering down the corridor towards you.

“Y/N?” he said, drawing your attention away from the curtain you’d once hid from Filch behind, Neville’s grip eating into your hand with nerves. “Blimey, I thought that were you. Barely recognised yeh’-“

Hagrid stopped in his tracks as you turned around, your daughter taking a break from her goal of shoving her whole blanket in her mouth as she stared at the giant of a man.

“Now, who is this?” Hagrid asked, creeping closer and crouching down to make her less nervous. Your heart softened at the thought, even if he was still obscenely large and looming.

“Say hello,” you whispered, squeezing her leg lightly. The blanket dropped from her mouth as she grinned.

“Hello!” she squealed, reaching out to Hagrid with grabby motions. “Big man.”

He cooed as she barely managed to wrap her fist around his little finger.

“Oh,” he whispered. Tears filled his eyes. “She’s a beauty, she is. What’s ‘er name?”

You smiled, bobbing her up and down gently as you pushed a lock of hair from her face.

“Frankie,” you said. “After-“

“Neville’s dad, yeah,” Hagrid cleared his throat and pulled away, rubbing the tears from his eyes. “A great man was Frank Longbottom.”

He nodded solemnly. “How is he doing? And Alice?”

You paused, swallowing as you thought about the last time you’d visited Neville’s parents. It had been the same as the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before. It was always the same.

“They’re alright,” you said, an optimistic take on the situation. “As expected, I suppose.”

He nodded again before he straightened up, his eyebrows raising.

“You’ll be here to see Neville, won’t yeh’? It’s just turned lunchtime.”

You chuckled at him, biting your lip as you shifted the bags in your hand, remembering why you were there.

“Yes,” you said, watching Frankie with a small smile. “It’s this angel’s birthday today.”

“’Er birthday?” Hagrid thundered, earning a few grumbled murmurs from the portraits around you. “Well, in that case, yeh’ must get on; ‘ave to make sure she sees ‘er dad on ‘er birthday. You know where to find ‘im, don’t yeh?”

“He’ll be where he always is, Hagrid.”

You laughed again as he shooed you off, smiling as Frankie waved at him.

The walk to the greenhouses was a familiar one as you retraced the steps you’d made so many years ago; this time without the gaggle of students surrounding you, laughing and joking, but with your daughter in your arms, eating your jumper. You heard Neville before you saw him, his confused muttering carrying under the glass roof of the large room. A grin stretched at your cheeks as you finally saw him leaning over his desk, frowning deeply at a pile of essays on his desk. He looked up at you when a floorboard creaked underneath your foot.

“Hi, love,” he said absentmindedly, before returning back to his work, scratching away will his quill on the parchment. You smirked, treading closer.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, head darting up when he realised who was in his home away from home. “It’s you.”

“It’s nice to see you too, handsome,” you said, smiling as his chair scraped against the floor.

“Dada!” Frankie squealed, reaching out her pudgy little hands, her grin only widening when her father lifted her into his arms.

“Hello, little one,” Neville whispered, bobbing her up and down. He chuckled as she placed her hands on his cheeks, his eyes shining with an adoration that made your heart flutter.

“How’s my favourite husband doing, today?” you asked, setting the gift bags on the floor and kissing him on the cheek, moving to sit on his desk.

“I should hope I’m your only husband,” he said happily, tearing his eyes away from Frankie to look at you, the same adoring look in his eyes.

“You should be so lucky,” you said, grinning when he shot you a dry glance.

“I’m kidding,” you huffed, pecking him on the lips as he walked past. “What more could I ever want?”

You enjoyed the blush that spread over his skin, biting the inside of your cheek as he distracted himself by playing with Frankie, watching her tug on his finger. A strange longing filled your chest.

“How was she this morning?” he asked, turning to you again.

“Good as gold,” you said, waving your fingers at your baby girl. “Bit grumbly when I told her she couldn’t open anything yet, but when I told her that she’d get to see her daddy, she lit up like a Christmas tree.”

You brushed her hair from her face as he brought her closer to you, a wonderful pride flooding through him. “Didn’t you, baby?”

Her smile lacked teeth as she grinned a wide, wide smile, but that only made her cuter, her eyes lighting up like stars. 

“Time for presents?” you said, looking more at Neville than Frankie.

“What a great idea,” he replied, the high-pitched tone of his baby voice making you laugh. “Isn’t that a good idea?”

The greenhouse was filled with giggles and coos as Frankie opened her gifts. Of course, for a toddler, paying attention to anything long enough to reveal it from a colourful casing was a chore. However, with you and Neville’s help and baby-talk encouragement, she ended up surrounded by brightly-coloured and outrageously noisy toys. She was perched in Neville’s large swivel chair, her little legs far too short to reach the edge and she looked unfairly adorable. Neville came up behind you as you leant your hip on the desk, watching her play. His arms circled your waist and he leant his chin gently on your shoulder.

“She’s a little princess,” he said softly, hugging you to him.

“She really is,” you said, rubbing your hands over his.

“I’ve missed her,” he tilted his head agaisnt your own. “And you.”

You hummed.

“Thank you,” he said, pressing his lips to your temple.

“What for?”

“Her.”

A peaceful silence fell between you as she swung one of her toys in her grip, the bright yellow rattle already dripping with saliva.

“Hey, Nev?” you asked, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. You hadn’t anticipated your words, but something about the moment and the longing pulling at your insides made the words tumble out.

“Yeah, love?”

“Do you ever think about having another one?”

“Another what?”

“Another kid.”

He stiffened behind you and you gnawed at your lip, already regretting your question.

“Are you for real?”

You exhaled sharply before turning to face him, preparing to retract your words, but surprised to see a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I know she’s still so small, but she’s growing up so fast and wouldn’t she just make the best big sister? I know it’s-“

You were cut off when he pressed a long kiss to your lips, your mind drawing a blank as he turned you around in his arms, his hands settling on your lips.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, the same youthful sweetness you fell for displayed all over his face. “A hundred times, yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him for a moment before the sound of something hitting the floor garnered both yours and Neville’s attention. You turned to see Frankie grinning at you, her face resting on her chubby fists and her elbows on her knees. She looked wise beyond her years as she stared back at you both and as she started clapping, a delightful shriek slipping from her lips, you convinced yourself that she’d somehow understood.

“Seems like she wouldn’t mind someone new to play with,” Neville said, smiling brightly.

You just looked at him, letting your hand fall against his chest before you pecked his lips once more. You had to agree.

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[pulaasul]

Muggle Studies Revelation

Professor Mcgonagall has received a rather curious letter asking for an interview. Cautious and Curious at the same time, she asks for the Headmaster's opinion of the matter. He urged her to take the interview.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, that simple interview could lead to a lot of revelations.

FFN I AO3

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The start of the academic year was very stressful if you ask any of Hogwarts's staff. First Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban.

Now the students have been sleeping in the Great Hall because Black has infiltrated the school.

It was in the middle of the academic year when Professor Mcgonagall received a rather curious letter from a relatively new magazine requesting for an interview at Hogsmeade, particularly at Hogs Head.

The deputy headmistress consulted the headmaster with about the letter, to her surprise, he gave her permission to have an interview with an added task of looking out for Black.

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"Good Morning Professor Mcgonagall." A man with black hair wearing muggle clothes greeted the Professor.

"Good Morning, Mr. Batson I presume?"

"You presume correctly professor." The Batson grinned at the Professor. "Why don't we have a sit?"

Professor Mcgonagall nodded and sat in front of the man before her.

"Before we start, would you mind if I revert back into my cursed state?"

"Cursed state?"

"SHAZAM!"

Lightning struck the man from out of nowhere, startling the patrons of the pub and his guest. The lightning strike created a small smoke screen that covered Batson from head to foot.

A few moments later, the smoke dissipated, and what replaced Batson was a young boy, no older than fourteen years old.

"Wha-what happened?"

"You see Professor Mcgonagall, I was either hit by a curse from one of Grindelwald's followers or simply a newly invented spell gone wrong." The child shrugged. "Hence this form."

"Mr. Batson?"

"Yep."

"Merlin's beard!" Professor Mcgonagall exclaimed. "Have you consulted curse breakers?"

"Unfortunately, they too were perplexed with my situation." Batson sighed. "Both here in Britain and MACUSA."

"You're from the Americas?"

"Born and raised." Batson grinned.

"Shall we get to the interview Professor Mcgonagall?"

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The interview consisted of topics that Professor Mcgonagall was an expert on: Transfigurations. She had detailed how she came to be the transfigurations teacher, succeeding the current headmaster's former post, as its teacher.

Their topic then turned about metamorphmagus and animagus, their differences and similarities.

"Not to be rude or anything Professor, but is it possible for an unlicensed animagi to infiltrate Hogwarts?" Batson asked.

"What are you saying Mr. Batson?"

"I actually came across rumors about how certain secure areas were infiltrated." Batson admitted. "As Hogwarts's security is something to behold, I wanted to ask if such a thing is possible."

"If we are talking about Hogwarts, no." Professor Mcgonagall shook her head.

"But, children come in to school with pets don't they?" Batson argued. "Could they have masqueraded themselves as someone's pet?"

Professor Mcgonagall's eyes widened at the implication.

"Merlin's beard!" The transfigurations professor exclaimed as she stood up and the books she had fell to the floor.

"What's wrong Professor?"

"Mr. Batson, would it be amenable if we continue this interview for another time?" Professor Mcgonagall waved her wand and neatly stacked her books on her arms.

"If you're trying to catch that unlicensed animagus, I suggest not doing it directly." Batson stood up. "Would you mind if I cover this story as well?"

"I still need to meet with the headmaster and see if it's possible."

"That's fair." Batson nodded.

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"Why do you think the Headmaster wanted us to bring out our pets?" Ron hid his pet rat

"In the place where we eat no less." Hermoine huffed. "This is highly unsanitary and we'll likely going to contract illnesses like stomach bugs." She carried her pet cat's cage, with Crookshanks in it.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore has a reason." Harry assured his best friends. "Pets are normally forbidden in the Great Hall."

Once every student has deposited their pet cages with their pets inside at the corner of the Great Hall, they immediately took their seats.

"Let the feast begin!"

The idle discussion between the students as they ate their supper consisted of the possible reasons why their pets were asked to be brought with them. A lot of the older students agreed with Hermoine's concerns.

Professor Mcgonagall rang her goblet and captured everyone's attention.

"Good evening students!" Dumbledore greeted the students once more. "I am sure you all are very curious why your pets were summoned to the great hall." The headmaster stood up. "Before I answer that question, I would like us to welcome a very special guest Mr. William Joseph Batson."

A tall muscular man entered the hall's door and strutted towards where the Headmaster stood.

"Thank you Headmaster." William expressed his gratitude.

Murmurs erupted from the Great Hall from students and staff alike. This even was unprecedented, it seemed like only Professor Mcgonagall and the Headmaster was aware of the new comer's arrival.

"Before we start this impromptu lesson" The students groaned. "I know, I know, it's supposed to be night and there shouldn't be a lesson, but bear with me."

A few huffs and groans were heard in the Hall but soon enough everyone was silent, just wanting this impromptu lesson to end.

"I am William Joseph Batson, an American and a no-maj born."

"No-maj?"

"Sorry, muggleborn."

Some hisses and sneers erupted from one corner of the room.

"I also write for a relatively new magazine called 'Mudblood'."

"Sir, with all due respect, did you know that the magazine you've been working for is using a derogatory term?"

"Why, yes I am Ms…"

"Granger sir, Miss Hermoine Granger."

"To answer your question Ms. Granger, yes I am completely aware and so are the few purebloods and half-bloods working for the magazine." William responded. "We are simply reclaiming the derogatory term used to insult us, as something positive, like how a lot of oppressed groups in the muggle world have reclaimed their derogatory terms."

William shook his head before he could get ahead of himself and swerve away from the real reason he was here.

"Who here are muggleborns and/or muggle raised?" William questioned the Hall.

A few students like Hermoine and Harry raised their hands.

"Good, good, now do anyone of you know the lifespans of your pets?" William posed another question.

A few students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff raised their hands and only Hermoine from Gryffindor raised her hand.

"Yes Ms. Granger?"

"I know for a fact that cats can live up to two upto twelve years." Hermoine answered. "Although Crookshanks is a half kneazle, it could be a toss-up between the maximum years that a cat may live and the maximum years that a kneazle may live."

"Very thorough Ms. Granger." William praised.

The Gryffindors clapped their hands with Hermoine's excellent display of intellect.

"Am I allowed to bestow points to the houses?" William asked the entirety of the staff.

"As you are doing an impromptu lesson, you may." Dumbledore nodded.

"Well then, ten points to Gryffindor!" William announced.

This action garnered groans from the Slytherin house and claps from both the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"Now, I want each of you to retrieve your pets, with their cages, and place them on the table."

The students did what was instructed of them, soon enough, the tables were now filled with animal cages that kept every student's pet safe. Even Neville and Ron had cages for their respective pets.

"Mr. Longbottom, how long do you think your toad would live?" William called out.

Neville nervously stood up.

"I-I I don't know?"

A lot of students laughed at Neville's expense.

"What is wrong with his answer?" William voiced out, silencing the Hall. "At least he had the courage to admit if he doesn't know anything." He praised. "Five points to Gryffindor!"

Everyone was slacked-jaw at the declaration. This was probably the first time where someone was awarded points because he admitted to not knowing the answer.

"I may have awarded Mr. Longbottom points for admitting to not knowing the answer, know that this is probably the only time that's been down and this does not exempt you from studying." William cautioned. "I am awarding points based on how you actually embody the qualities of your respective houses."

The teachers began to talk to themselves, curious as to how the guest was teaching their students.

"Any muggleborn or muggle-raised wizards or witches that know?"

A Ravenclaw student raised her hand.

"Ms. Brunel?"

"A common toad could live from ten to twelve years. There are species of toads where they can only live up to five years. Their lifespan can also depend whether that they are wild or raised in captivity." A Ravenclaw stood up.

"Very good!" William nodded. "Five points to Ravenclaw!"

"Now Mr. Longbottom, how long have you had your pet toad?" William turned his attention back to Neville.

"Three years." Neville answered. "Trevor was a gift to me by my great uncle Algie."

"I see, Thank you Mr. Longbottom."

This trend continued on for a few moments. William will call a pureblood wizard or witch in training and ask them of the lifespan of their respective pets. If they fail to answer, he'd call for a muggleborn or muggle-raised wizards or witches in training and have them answer.

So far three of the four houses have gained points with Ravenclaw leading with 40 points, followed by Hufflepuff with 25 points, and Gryffindor with 15 points.

The reason for Gryffindor with the least points was that Hermoine wasn't called often.

Slytherin house was mostly comprised of purebloods and the muggleborns, muggle-raised or even half-bloods that were in Slytherin continued to hide their status.

"Now Mr. Ronald Weasley." William called out. "I see you have a pet rat. Do you know how long they'd live?"

"N-no sir." Ron shook his head nervously.

"Any muggleborns that could answer?"

Like with the previous questions, Hermoine dutifully raised her hand to answer.

"Yes Ms. Granger?"

"They only live up to two years." Hermoine frowned. "Although some rats live up to three to four years if it's in captivity..." She trailed off.

The Weasley's looked at each other. The twins immediately stood up, George immediately grabbed Harry, Ron and Hermoine while Fred grabbed Ginny and gathered around Percy.

"Weasleys! It is quite rude to stand up while there's a discussion going on!" Professor Mcgonagall exclaimed. "20 points from Gryffindor for each of you!"

"Mr. Ronald Weasley, how long have you had your pet rat?" William smiled.

"I have had Scabbers for three years now." Ron gulped. "Percy had him as a pet first before he was given to me."

Murmurs erupted in the great hall at the revelation. Percy was a seventh year and Ron started when he was in his fourth year.

Scabbers was strangely trying to get out of the cage he was in. The rat scratching, scratching and scratching against his container.

"It can't be!" Professor Lupin exclaimed.

"Mr. Diggory." William called. "Would you do a demonstration for a revealing charm?"

"Of course sir." Cedric nodded.

"Once I release the rat you use a revealing charm, okay?"

William got his wand and pointed it at the cage that contained Scabbers. He lifted the cage off of the table and slowly but surely removed the cage's lock.

As soon as the lock was removed, Scabbers scrambled to escape the cage and jumped to the ground.

"Mr Diggory, now!"

"Revelio, Petrificus Totalus!"

Two orbs of light shot out from Cedric's wand, one blue and one white and both of them hit the rat. As soon as both orbs hit the target, the effect was instantaneous, the rat revealed himself to be an animagus named Peter Pettigrew and he fell on the floor with a thud.

"Mr. Batson, I apologize, but I must suspend your impromptu lesson now." Dumbledore announced. "Prefects escort your housemates back to your common rooms if you would."

"It's quite alright headmaster." William nodded. "But I should praise Mr. Diggory for the initiative of adding a full-body binding curse to prevent the infiltrator from attacking anyone. Fifty points to Hufflepuff!"

"Thank you Mr. Batson." Dumbledore nodded. "Your lecture was informative, I suppose a revision of the muggle studies curriculum is in order."

"No thank you for this opportunity Headmaster." William smiled. "I have to admit that I didn't have much of altruistic motive for this move, but rather to advertise my magazine."

"In any case, we still have a case to solve, Minerva could you call the Weasleys."

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Everyone was in the Great Hall for their breakfast. The topic of everyone's discussion was what took place last night, the impromptu muggle studies in the Great Hall that revealed someone that was supposed to be dead.

Most of the seventh years were aghast at the reveal. Peter Pettigrew caused quite a spectacle upon his supposed death, posthumously awarded with a First Class Order of Merlin.

"A criminal was sleeping in the same bed as me?! Could you believe that?!" Ron exclaimed.

"He was an animagus, so I can believe it." Hermoine answered. "We were all clueless about Scabbers's true identity."

"Is Percy okay?" Harry asked. "I noticed that he was rather hurt by the reveal."

"That rat"

"-was his confidant."

"-back when-"

"-he was a child."

The Weasley twins remarked as they watched their older brother enter the Great Hall.

Harry, Hermoine and Ron were silent at this. They knew Percy's penchant for the rules and the reveal that he was unknowingly covering for a supposed criminal would've been a big blow for someone like him.

"I am not that pigheaded to think of him after this." Percy huffed as he sat next to Hermoine. "He had fooled all of us. I was thinking all the what-ifs that could have happened while he was in my care."

"He was an animagus." Hermoines offered. "He fooled both your parents and your two older brothers."

Before anyone could comment about Hermoine's answer, a parliament of owls entered the Great Hall, soon the owls began dropping to each student a copy of a magazine no one had a subscription – The Mudblood magazine.

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The Mudblood

Sirius Black Innocent? Peter Pettigrew Found Alive. by: William Joseph Batson

During an impromptu muggle studies lesson in the Great Hall, where the Headmaster invited an expert on the field. It was revealed that a student, who shall remain unnamed, has had his pet rat for over five years. A revealing charm later, it was revealed that the boy's pet rat turned out to be an unlicensed animagus by the name of Peter Pettigrew. (more on page 3)

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"Huh, this magazine follows the rules imposed by muggle magazines." Hermoine commented. "Underage people remain anonymous, unless consent is given to the magazine to reveal themselves, or the underage person is an athlete."

"Sure could've used that rule before." Harry bitterly commented.

"I agree." Hermoine nodded. "Omitting your name from articles could've saved you a lot of grief."

"How do you know all this stuff?" Ron questioned.

"I read." Hermione shrugged. "Noticed how different the writing styles between the Daily Prophet and the muggle magazines and newspapers."

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At Hogs Head, a teen wearing red sweaters and Professor Mcgonagall met up. The two of them were talking, as if it was a boy and his grandmother.

"I must admit Mr. Batson I thought you were alluding to Sirius Black when we had our conversation about unlicensed animagi." Professor Mcgonagall stated. "Black has recently infiltrated the castle, and infiltrated the Gryffindor dorms, hence my reaction the first time we met."

"It's alright Professor." Batson smiled. "While Black is still at large, I think he may reconsider with Pettigrew's capture."

"I suppose so." Professor Mcgonagall sighed. "Can you tell me more about yourself Mr. Batson?"

"Call me Billy." Batson informed the Professor. "I use that name when I'm in my cursed form."

Professor Mcgonagall listened to the boy's words, quite curious herself of who was the person before her.

"I attended Ilvermorny, Three of the four house mascots wanted me to be in their house, but I ultimately chose the Thunderbird house." Billy narrated. "I had a great time at school, then I became an auror, then the curse."

"You've had quite an adventure then Billy?"

"You could say that." Billy smiled.

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Professor Mcgonagall had just left the boy in Hogs Head. Billy was pinching the bridge of his nose from the numerous lies he had just fed the Hogwarts's professor.

"Holy Moley." Billy muttered. "I'm in this deep."

#billy batson #harry potter #minerva mcgonagall #captain marvel #shazam #hermoine granger #bbww #story #ron weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley #cedric diggory #neville longbottom #albus dumbledore

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Seb!

You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character NDULUE “LU” TRAVERS with the faceclaim of Keiynan Lonsdale! We really enjoyed reading your application and especially loved such a creative way to tie Lu to canon. During these dark times, it only makes sense that muggleborns and other ‘”lower” blood-statuses might hide their background to protect themselves! We also enjoyed your in-depth analysis for Lu’s biases and prejudices! 

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Seb

AGE:  21+ (I’ve turned yet another year older the other day though, can you believe how ordinary I am? Not even aging backwards, like some sort of amateur… )

TIMEZONE: GMT+1

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m still on holiday until mid april and after that I’ll be travelling to uni daily by train so… If anything I’m too active. Will there ever be a time when the poor admins don’t have to suffer through pages and pages of my replies?

ANYTHING ELSE: Love you <3

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Ndulue “Lu” Travers

AGE: 26

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Genderqueer. They/Them. Queer.

Lu does not use the term ‘genderqueer’ themselves. They just know – and have always known – that their body does not fit how they feel inside. They know it’s a good body, and they don’t hate it, in fact, they quite enjoy using it for certain physical activities at times, but they just don’t think it belongs to them more than a handbag does.

They’ve tried living as a traditionally female-presenting woman for a while but it seemed just as wrong. So they’ve decided, especially in the face of war, that there’s bigger things to worry about and to just wear and act and love however they feel like it that day. If modern terminology and information were accessible to them, they’d choose ‘genderqueer’ for themselves and so I’m going with the most widely used ‘they/them’ pronouns as well. I can imagine Lu’s skin crawls when people address them with ‘Mister’ or speak of them with ‘he/him’ pronouns, even if they can’t fully put it into words why, but when it comes to playing into the ideas some people have of them, they’re good at sucking it up.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Not applicable

ANY CHANGES:  X.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

[Lu’s soul is split into two. Their parents divorced, leaving them and their brother commuting between different counties, educations and opposing moral values. They are of magical blood, no one else in their family is, has been, or will ever be. Their taste is accustomed to luxury and fame, but they themselves have no Knut to their name. To which world do they belong? Who are they really?]

Their personality is best described as vibrant and fun-loving on the one hand and selfish and sly on the other.

Meeting them for the first time, you’ll be confronted with a lot of sass, a lot of cheek, a lot of jokes and shallow remarks. They’re painfully honest about what they think of others – or at least their appearances. There’s something hyper-sensual, hyper-sexual to them even, as though their whole world turns around how to get who to bed. In a way, that’s very much the truth. After all, the person they’ve become can only exist as long as they keep being wanted that way. If they like you, they’ll shower you in gifts and wild adventures, they’ll make you get out of bed at one in the morning for a trip to an underground party where everyone is dressed up in Rococo fashion, and if you don’t want to, they’ll shame you for not living your best life. “These are the golden years of our lives, let’s spray-paint us in glitter to match!”

On the other hand they do have a dark past and a deep-rooted melancholy they can not always shake. Sometimes they use this to get pity-points. You see, even though they didn’t go to Hogwarts but to Beauxbaton, they are the epitome of a Slytherin. They’ll do most anything to protect their kin, foul play never out of the question. Lies are their best friend, and they’re damn good at it. In fact, they don’t just take pride in it but also joy. Imagine Regina George complimenting your bracelet only to turn around a second later and comment to her friend just how ugly it really is. That’s Lu. They found happiness in everything material; fashion, housing, parties, carriages is their life. Flowers are beneath them as they die too quickly. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend is their motto. And if you get on their bad side, you will suffer. You don’t know the bad luck that ensues is coming from Lu, but you will experience it intensely. There’s also an intense need to be appreciated, to be everyone’s number one and win first place in any competition – even those where no one else is aware that it’s a competition.

They can play incredibly sweet. Feed you honey as long as they get what they want, help you succeed, and rid you of all your adversaries. But if they feel insulted or neglected, the venom in their bite shows quickly.

So if it comes to what they’re good at, what they struggle with, it’s two sides of the same coin: being honest. Yes, they’ll use their actual hurt to get attention and some extra loving, but when it comes to facing how it actually makes them feel, how it influences their actions, they’ll put up a fight – or distract. They’re a master of conning, even before they met Mundungus Fletcher who helped them to their current life. They bamboozle and bedazzle their audience – and break when the truth beneath the facade is found out. The world’s a stage, they’re the lead role. But if you catch them behind the scenes, or reduce them to being the audience, a feisty tongue will jab and jab and jab until words turn to actions, indeed quite similar to theatre kids not being cast in the role they want.

What this hurt is, that I mentioned? See the next section.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Lu’s theme – a soul divided into two – has its roots, as for so many, in their past and background.

Muggle Belgium is a country split between a French part and a Dutch part, and most people there are raised bilingual. Lu, with their Nigerian mother, was raised with yet a third language, a third culture to appreciate and respect, a third reason why fitting in was nearly impossible.

Initially, it was a happy childhood, with a baby brother Lu was devoted to, and parents who, despite their differences, managed to show their love to their children. But soon the differences grew too broad, and it didn’t help that each fight they had when they believed their children to be asleep was followed by furniture mysteriously bursting, disappearing, or changing colour. Accusations were thrown, insults were hissed, and soon Lu’s father moved up to Antwerpen, far away from the French language, far away from his family, far away from the open-hearted person he used to be.

He became xenophobic, as though blaming every immigrant to be the cause for his unhappy life. Even his own children, now coming to visit him every second week, weren’t safe from his drunk, racist slurs. But staying with their mother wasn’t an option either, as she soon married again, had two new children, blacker than Lu and their brother Urhie, happier, more normal. To the new husband’s sight, Lu and Urhie were a thorn, a mistake his wife had committed and simply couldn’t make undo, a chore. So every second week, Urhie would take their little brother by the hand, go on a train, and travel yet again across the country. It wasn’t perfect. Neither home felt right, and because of the going back and forth, it was nearly impossible to make proper friends at their two schools. And when they did, and the other kids found out that the Travers were children of divorce, they’d be bullied for it. Leaving one county was always filled with anxiety, wondering what would await them on the other side of this train ride. But at least they had each other.

Urhie was a happy boy. He barely remembered his parents fighting, and while the travelling and bullying, later the lack of parental love as well, took a toll on him, he at least had an older sibling who protected him. There was nothing Lu wouldn’t have done for Urhie. They taught him all the best curse words, helped them with the homeworks, built the best blanket forts and painted the greatest tigers onto their face, read them all the Comic books and stole just so much candy for them. They also took their father’s beatings, and got all the chores for their mother done so that their presence would be at least tolerated. At school, they’d meet each other in the courtyard, and Lu made sure that Urhie never felt lonely. Never felt like all of this was his fault. After all, somehow, Lu always knew that it had been their fault, and their fault alone. All the mysterious little things that had happened, the incidents which their parents used to accuse each other of and which led to the awful arguments – that had been all Lu, hadn’t it?

The famous Beauxbaton Flower Petals proved them right. They flew in through the window, even though Lu had been so sure to close it, and that was the end of their childhood. Everything about Beauxbaton was brilliant. The uniforms, the people, the teachers, the building, and of course the magic. Everything felt like a dream. A beautiful, rare, fantastical dream that had to be true simply because Lu knew their brain could’ve never come up with something like this on its own. Was it hard to believe that they were a Wix? No. Was it hard to tell their parents about it? Oh, yes.

Their father responded with a slap to the face. “Stop with your jokes.” The Beauxbaton Secretary, who came a few days later, performed a few spells and while Lu’s eyes grew wide with wonder, their father’s grew darker and darker. Perhaps it was anger, that his child was even stranger and more different than he had expected. Perhaps it was a form of jealousy. Their mother – forbidden to say anything to her husband – cried and cried until all her tears were out and then cried some more, with a dry face now. No one quite understood why but when she finally stopped after five long days, she also stopped acknowledging Lu’s presence. They had died for her, and in the rare cases she needed something of them, a chore done, she’d speak of them in the third person, detached, as though they were just not in the room, but not even in this realm.

But none of this was bad. Not compared to how it affected Urhie. At first there was eagerness: “So you think I’ll go to Beauxbaton, too, when I’m older?!” But no matter how much they tried to make things change colour, nothing ever happened. And when Lu was about to start their fifth year at Beauxbaton, and no Flower Petals came for Urhie, their relationship changed. Brusquely and irreversibly. Urhie grew quiet, visibly hurt, at first internalising, later placing all the disappointment in his broken life on their sibling. When they were with their mother, they now played with their half-siblings, or did the chores before Lu could do them, wordlessly. When they were with their father, they hid in their room and blasted music, letting Lu face the violence alone, but instead of kissing the wounds afterwards, he now didn’t even acknowledge them.

And the more Lu tried to escape the tension – staying at Beauxbaton over the holidays, ward themselves with spells at night, or spend more time in the Wizarding City of Antwerpen and Liège – the more Urhie resented them. It was a betrayal. Lu was able to live in a world where there was magic, where there was happiness, and he wasn’t. The traitor was Lu. And so they paid for it.

By their seventeenth birthday and their graduation from Beauxbaton, they had no home anymore.

OCCUPATION: Escort

Dancing the Devil’s Tango, you know? Playing the flute, you could say. Knowing how to truly enjoy eating a banana, is another way to phrase it. Practicing throat massages, loving the nightly work out and specific stretching positions, giving people excuses to wash their bed sheets more often. You get the idea, I’m done. No, wait, one more: Horse back riding but without the horse.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Lu thinks they’re losing. They’re not powerful enough, not strong enough, not smart enough to do anything against the upper class society that has always ruled over this country and will always rule over this country. No, they don’t think they’re bad people or acting against the law, but it all seems so futile. Such great efforts for what? Perhaps a few years of peace before the next racist radical group arises? Adapting is the key, not fighting, no revolution has ever gone anywhere productive, and because the Order isn’t even trying to adapt and make use of those inside of it with privilege, Lu is both condescending towards them, as well as mildly bemused by them.

They affiliated themselves nevertheless because they want to be protected.

First, if their secret ever came out, that they’re really a Mudblood, then the Order might be there for Lu until they can get out of the country. Possibly even help them back to Belgium. Secondly, if the Order does win the war, they don’t want to be known as a Death Eater.

They’re not a Death Eater and certainly don’t have the Dark Mark, but you’d be surprised how deep into their dinner-party affairs you can sneak when you’re only considered the hors d’oeuvre. Nevertheless, Lu’s somewhat affiliated. So if the Order wins the war and their affiliation is revealed, it would be best to be in the Order to say, oh no, I was just working as a double agent, I’m not actually a bad person.

So that was why they began helping the Order out, a few months after coming to England. Nothing big, only some very personal information or clear descriptions of locations that could be useful for Order missions. The reason the Order had such a detailed description of the Nott house in December, was because Lu had taken the freedom to ‘get lost on their way to the bathroom’ and have a snoop around. It was their first ‘trial’ to help the Order with something.

For three months now they’d been helping the Order, solely for their own protection. Until. Well. Until this New Years, when the Death Eaters decided to go against Muggles.

Their war against Mudbloods, Lu had always been able to understand, to accept. Muggleborns couldn’t properly fit into the Wizarding World, not without completely getting rid of their Muggle side. And who would want to do that? To split one’s soul for two completely different styles of life… That simply wasn’t healthy.

But Muggles? Those innocent, stupid bastards? What have they done? Who will protect them? Who will protect Urhie? Lu doesn’t let themself think that name, but that’s the source of their fears, isn’t it?

SURVIVAL:

Lu came to England as an extended family member of the Travers family. Their real name is, in fact, Travers, but that’s pure coincidence, and there’s no relation to the famous British pureblood family at all. It was only with Mundungus Fletcher’s information and a bit of conning that Lu made themself pass as a member of the Sacred 28. Well, that, and long eyelashes batting with promise of the kind of night you don’t dare speaking to your wife about.

At first it seemed risky to burst into the Upper Pureblood Society without a proper patron, but soon enough Lu realised that while the British liked to present themselves as quiet and respectable, they were no less naughty than the French. Living in a small country Manor, part of the Travers heritage, there’s rarely ever a day – or rather night – that passes without visit. And because none of those patrons are the kind of people to speak about their private affairs, Lu lives more easily than ever before.

It would probably be very easy to just stay out of the war, play innocent in case the Phoenix side wins. But what if all purebloods get persecuted at the end of the war? So it’s safer to play on both sides. And if the Death Eaters catch Lu meddling with the Order, they can simply say it’s a matter of double-agenting as well. Only properly joining the Order could be a proper risk, and until very recently Lu had absolutely no desire to do that. For what? To get sent into a mission and die? You wish!

But, well, now New Years has happened and sitting still in their country Manor is not as easy anymore, is it? So while everyone is seeking out safety, Lu is, for the first time, leaving their comfortable den, to get themself into trouble. Stupid? Perhaps. Well. Yes, actually. Most definitely very stupid. But… There’s this feeling. This knowledge that danger lies ahead, but that taking a beating or two is all worth it, if at least it will protect Urhie…

RELATIONSHIPS:

In general, Lu is careful not to make close friends.

Oh, their official list of friends is as long as the guest list for a Gatsby Party, sure, but the people that actually know Lu are … non-existent. In the past, whenever there was someone who came too close to Lu, learnt too much and made it hard for them to continue playing the role of luxurious party host and resident play-toy, they’d jump ship. Go to a new country. Find new friends.

At the moment they’re physically very close with a handful of Death Eaters, but none of them ask Lu for private information, only see them as a fun pass-time, and Lu lives for it. There is safety in not being known. Safety in being loved for all the wrong reasons, never hated for all the right reasons.

When it comes to the people of the Order – most of which Lu has yet to meet – they’re rather indifferent to them. Do they have money? Flair? A sense of humour and an ability to hold their liquor? Let’s be friends! Are they bland and all about the war? All right. Let’s focus on the war. They have no interest in being close to any of those people but that doesn’t mean they’re rude to them. They affiliated themselves with the Order for protection, and they are trying to join now to help the Muggles. Much like you treat your local grocery shop lady, Lu is friendly to them, not really trying to play serious or their glamour-card, just interacting in a professional manner. But again, if there are people in the Order who they think could pay for their bling, they will not draw the line just because they’re in the Order. They see the Order the same way they see the Death Eaters: they don’t care much about their ideologies but sees them as individual people.

Suggestions, as discussed with the players:

Peter Pettigrew/Severus Snape: Both of them are Death Eaters, both of them know the faces that hide behind the masks, both of them are wildly aware what that person, who is helping the Order get to personal information about Death Eaters, is properly doing to get to that information. They know Lu’s not a Death Eater, but they also know they’re not fully on the Order’s side. Interestingly enough, they’re the only people Lu’s wary off – on Death Eater side. The Inner Circle of the Order knows that they must be somewhat close to the Death Eaters, but the Death Eaters can under no circumstances learn that Lu’s flirting with the Order. Luckily, both Peter and Severus are also aware of the power that Lu holds against them, so there’s a mutual tension and black-mailing potential going on.

Mundungus Fletcher: Mundungus is the reason why Lu made it to Britain. The two of them met at a bar in Paris, where Mundungus was currently being caught red-handed in a con-gone-awry. Lu helped him and then “I owe you.” “Great. I actually got something I need help with right now.” At first Mundungus seemed irritated that a Muggleborn wants to play Pureblood, but he showed up the next day at Lu’s place anyway, ready to help them con the British Pureblood Society. Their relationship is riddled with quarrels, jabs and insults, but somehow they can’t quite go longer than a week without going out on a drink together again.

Lily Evans: Is reason for great conflict to Lu. On the one hand, she’s a stupid Muggleborn who isn’t even trying to conceal her identity. On the other hand, she’s clearly a talented Witch. Best of her year, they say? So maybe all those prejudices against Muggleborns isn’t actually true? So while at the moment Lu is still facing her with an air of hostility and sceptical arrogance, they do want to know how she’s doing it; finding all this bravery. It might do them well to learn of another Muggleborn’s past. Either because it’ll teach them that not all Muggles are bad, or because it’ll reinforce this idea that Muggles are in fact not suited to know about magic, that the Statue of Secrecy must be kept at all cost.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Lu x Dumbledore only, please. Only supreme Sugar Daddies acceptable for my Lu.

No, but seriously, I’d like for Lu to actually get attached for once. You’ll see, they’re very vain and shallow, but beneath all that there’s a genuinely sweet person who wants to be protected as much as they want to protect. So whether that be someone older who fits their usual prey – homewrecking is their speciality! –, or someone younger who they wouldn’t even consider as a romantic partner, I’m very open to it all.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

I think it is safe to say that now that Lu has adopted the Sacred 28 name Travers as their own, they have all the privileges one can only image. They live in a big house with maids and footmen, and while they don’t actually live off the heritage of a long-lost aunt fifth removed like they’ve told the Purebloods they hang out with now, they do have their means to get by. Gain enough money to spend it on all sorts of fun activities.

And because they’ve stopped entering the Muggle world about five years ago, they’re also facing barely any prejudices concerning their skin colour – or extravagant clothes. The former seeming to be a prejudice indeed mostly fostered by a people that took too long to begin travelling the world, the latter a prejudice for a people that has never had a sense of fashion to begin with. The traditional Wizarding costumes are colourful and grand by nature, dramatic in all the right ways, and Lu savours it.

Coming to their own biases and prejudices.

Against Muggles: Stupid, hostile, irrelevant, prejudiced to a painful degree. As the above written paragraph makes it obvious, Lu doesn’t think kindly of their own once-upon-a-time kin – surely because of the way they were treated by them.

Against Muggleborns: Actually, deep down, knowing themselves quite the skilled Magician, they don’t really believe that Muggleblood washes out your powers. However, they do think that every Muggleborn who is still staying in Britain at the moment, without even trying to conceal their identity, is the epitome of stupid.

Against Halfbloods: Barely of any relevance to Lu, but if you’d dug deeper you’d find that they might think any Wizard stupid who thought to marry a Muggle. Can’t be that grand of a family, if there’s traces of dementedness in their blood, right? But mostly they don’t care.

Against Purebloods: In Lu’s opinion, every Pureblood is inherently more powerful than Muggleborns or Halfbloods. I know, I said they know themselves to be incredibly skilled, but those contradictions exist within themselves the same way everything else splits them into two sides. They’ve spent so much time around Purebloods that they can no longer separate the truth from lies, and their beliefs have seeped into their own skin, with a tendency to make them believe they might actually be less skilled at magic as they once thought they were. It’s one of the reasons why they barely ever use magic around Purebloods – simply not to accidentally prove themselves as weak-blooded. They also think all Purebloods are rich.

Against Halfbreeds: Between the horrid prejudices spread by the Pureblood Circles they hang out in, and their own Muggle background, halfbreeds are inherently unhuman to them. In fairy tales, you didn’t see magical creatures be given human emotions. The goblins were greedy, the sirens were sexual predators, the wolves were to devour you. Surely it’s the same in the real world. The house elves love serving, the veelas love dancing on pianos at cocktail parties, and the werewolves want nothing but to kill humans. No matter how much human blood they got in their veins, at the end they’re their fairytale trait… The same way you can’t just shake your Muggleblood, right?

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

More lovely time with lovely people.

I’m going for Lu because they’re primarily a fun person, their sadness is so deep in that it will be fun to navigate them through a war, maybe bring some ease to the dash!

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

Lu is currently not in the Order. I’d like for them to make it in, because at the moment that’s their goal. They went from ‘affiliated for personal protection’ to ‘I might actually want to do something good in this war’, which is a pretty big step. The reason for this (wanting to protect their brother) is not something they’ve yet admitted to, and I think if the Order questioned them on why they want to join, it might come to the light of day, and I’d like to see them face their prejudices against Muggles.

I could also imagine a plot, much much further down the line, of them being found out a Muggleborn. Literally being kicked out of the Travers house, and losing all their patrons, etc, etc, and being about to leave Britain to run home before stopping and maybe deciding to properly serve the Order now.

But before that, the revelation of HOW it comes that they’ve got such easy access to Death Eater’s personal information. Because while Snape has ‘what’s going on’ information, Lu’s got the ‘who’s sleeping in which room, and how many house elves are employed in a household’ kind of information. It would be interesting to see someone questioning how Lu can know all this and then therefore learning what exactly they’re doing to be this close to Death Eaters. I don’t think they’re trying to hide that they’re an – in pg13 words – Escort, but I can imagine that flaunting love affairs with Death Eaters could pose some problems if they want to be trusted by the Order.

ANYTHING ELSE? Yes! Their Order status at the moment is Affiliated.

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

PAST:

Once there was nothing more important to Lu than their little brother, Urhie. So when the magical Flower Petals came and invited Lu – and only Lu – to join Beauxbaton, something inside of them broke apart, was left behind, died. Their parents had divorced and for months they had spent commuting back and forth between the two households with Urhie by the hand, protecting them from the bribing, the exhaustion, and the inevitable feeling that they weren’t quite as loved as they should be. And now Urhie was supposed to just do all of this alone? Beauxbaton was splendid, magic was splendid, the life the French Wizarding World offered was splendid – but was it all worth it if they had to do it without Urhie? Unfortunately, going home was soon no longer an option. Their mother had a new family and the man didn’t like her children from the first marriage, and their father had slipped into right-winged circles, throwing slurs at the children the moment alcohol touched his lips. For Lu it was easy, they could stay at Beauxbaton over the holidays, ward themselves with spells or spend more time in Wizarding Liège – but Urhie? Tension between the brothers grew. And then Lu met Ferrari. A Wizard from the Russian high society who drove a very luxurious horse carriage (which earned him the name even if no one but Lu understood), and his offer was simple: Join me. Join me, let me bathe you in riches, let me take you on golden adventures, let me introduce to you the most glistening personalities of the Wizarding World. Join me, and all you have to do from now on is look pretty and kneel before me. Lu accepted – and Urhie never forgave them.

PRESENT:

Lu Travers, Pureblood Wix Extraordinaire. That’s how they’re known now. They had quickly become a brilliant gem of the Pureblood Wizarding world, a name people – that is, those with gold piles to their dragon – around the globe knew and invited to their parties hungrily. For years Lu travelled the world, first with Ferrari, then with whoever seemed willing to give them more. And more and more. They were never satisfied. Had the world previously been a crowded train ride between Antwerpen and Liège, it soon turned into the most brilliant and colourful oyster for them to slurp up. Paris, New York, Tokyo, Sydney, Capetown, wherever there were Wix of a pure blood and a decadent culture, Lu went there, lying about where they really came from and soon fitting in more smoothly than most actual Purebloods. Only one world remained closed to them: The Sacred 28 of Great Britain. It was Mundungus Fletcher who reminded Lu that they happened to share a name with one of those Pureblood families, and before they knew it, they were smuggled into London, now on their knees before the most infamous Wizards in history. Lu adores it here. Everything is just the right amount of traditional and elegant, and even though the Sacred 28 are quite careful with keeping the true nature of their relation to Lu a secret, none of them are shy to approach them. They’ve never lived any better. The only problem is this bloody war and the fact that it is, in fact, waging against Lu and their kin. If their secret comes out, it’ll be the end of them. And worse. What if the other side wins? Isn’t there this Phoenix Order? Perhaps it would be best to join them, so that if they win, Lu can say they’ve just played double agent with the Death Eaters? Not that the Order seems to be winning. And Lu doesn’t care – if only his employers hadn’t suddenly decided to kill Muggles…

FC CHOICES: Keiynan Lonsdale (they/them), Chance Pomodoro (he/him), Jordan Fisher (he/him)

reason:

https://youtu.be/8NS22iANsnQ?t=100

“oh damn” – scene change

and the following 40 seconds of that video.

#marauders rp #marauders rpg #marauders era rpg #bio rp #harry potter rp #homenumaccepted

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Dog’s Best Friend 4/6

My Writing Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Sirius Black, Rubeus Hagrid, Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore Summary: When Rubeus Hagrid is placed in the cell next to notorious murderer Sirius Black, truths are revealed and events are changed. *Can be read on my AO3 or FFN, links are in bio*

It felt strange walking up to the gates of Hogwarts in his Animagus form in broad daylight. Stranger still to see his own face staring down at him from the wanted posters pinned up everywhere; he didn’t even remember that photo being taken. He’d stayed at Hagrid’s side all through Hogsmeade village, and not one person had given them a second glance. Hagrid was known to keep pets, after all.

They veered left once on the grounds instead of continuing up the path to the castle. Hagrid led them up to his front door, getting out his keys as he did so. Before he could place it in the lock, there came a loud thud and a booming bark.

“Get back, Fang, let us through! He misses me is all,” Hagrid added over his shoulder to Sirius, who waited with some apprehension for the door to open and this Fang to be revealed. Things would be much more difficult if he found he wasn’t welcome in Hagrid’s home.

“Hullo, Fang!” Hagrid greeted as the door swung wide.

Fang was huge and black much like Sirius’ own form when in better health — but he slobbered all over Hagrid with a joyful yowl. Hagrid chuckled and scratched him on the head.

“Yeh bin good while I was away? Look who I’ve brought with me. Fang, this is Grimm.”

They’d realized just before breaking camp that morning that Hagrid would need to give him a name. Sirius had decided against the old nickname he’d used with his friends — too risky that Peter might catch wind, or that one of the other professors might remember. They hadn’t exactly been discrete about calling each other the names, at any rate. 

Hagrid had decided on Grimm as his own little joke. “People think Grims are terrible things, but they’re not at all — just like you!”

In the moment, Fang clambered down the steps towards him, an intense look of concentration on his face. Sirius knew that other animals could sometimes tell there was more to him than met the eye, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

So he dropped and rolled onto his side to show he didn’t want a fight or to displace Fang; he was a guest here for at least the time it would take to capture Peter, not a usurper. Fang came up and sniffed him, then slowly lowered to the floor as well, his tail wagging. Were he younger, Sirius suspected that the boarhound would wish to play.

“See? Knew yeh’d both get on just fine. Alright, let’s have a cuppa.”

Sirius jumped up and followed behind Hagrid and Fang into the little one-room cabin. Hagrid pulled down a couple mugs and set about preparing a fresh pot.

Hagrid’s Hut had a couple high-set windows with curtains drawn partially across them. He clearly thought that meant Sirius was safe to transform, and Sirius felt inclined to agree. Now that he was free of the Dementor’s ever-looming presence, he wanted to experience some of his life as a human rather than just a dog — Yet a knock sounded on the front door, and he shrunk back on all fours while Fang rushed forward.

Hagrid cast a nervous glance in his direction before striding over. “Back, Fang. Oh! Professor Dumbledore!”

Sirius, if anything, tried to make himself even smaller. He hadn’t wanted to attract the Headmaster’s attention so soon. Did he perhaps already know? Of course he knew, and now Sirius was going straight back to Azkaban where he’d receive the Dementor’s Kiss, and Pettigrew would be free to do whatever he liked to Harry—

“Hagrid, welcome back,” Dumbledore greeted warmly. “I trust you had a relaxing time on your holiday?”

“Er, yeah. Very good time. All set ter be back ter work.” Hagrid was practically exuding nerves as he allowed Dumbledore past him. This was not going to go well at all.

“I see you’re expecting company,” Dumbledore said, gesturing to the two mugs sitting out. Sirius did his best not to wince.

“Oh, that!” Hagrid hurried to pick one of the mugs up. “Thought one of ‘em might’a bin chipped. But they’re fine. Er, would yeh like some tea, Professor Dumbledore?”

“Why, thank you, Hagrid.” Dumbledore sat at the table, scratching the top of Fang’s head when the dog sat beside him. His eyes cast about the room and landed on Sirius, widening in surprise for a moment.

“Made a new friend, have you, Hagrid?”

“What?” Hagrid nearly dropped the teapot. “Oh. That, er, that’s Grimm. Got him off a friend who found him. He thought I might like looking after him. He’d bin abused, yeh know?”

Dumbledore nodded. “He does seem quite thin for his size.”

“That he is. So don’ take no offense if he doesn’ come up to greet yeh. Nothin’ personal in it.”

“Of course.” The Headmaster’s curious gaze left Sirius at last, and he turned to the half-giant with a smile. “Hagrid, your capacity for seeing the good in all things is a gift I admire.” He quite happily accepted the mug of tea set before him, and Hagrid sat in his own chair as well. “As I recall, you have accepted the position of Care of Magical Creatures Professor for this upcoming term. I am happy to say that we have also secured a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

“Yeh did? Figured it’d be slim pickin’s after Lockhart.”

“Yes, well it did take some convincing, but after the recent news I had thought it best to reach out, and we naturally came around to the subject. Our latest addition to staff is none other than Remus Lupin.”

It took everything in Sirius not to yelp in astonishment, and he sank down low to the floor. Remus was coming here? Of all the rotten luck.

“He’ll be a good one. Remus really knew his stuff in school.”

“Yes, I’m very happy with his acceptance. And with the latest advancements in potion making, there will be no need to use the Willow. Severus has agreed to brew the Wolfsbane Potion for Remus.”

Severus? Surely not the same one — yet it had to be, for what were the chances two parents would inflict that name on someone let alone one? But if it was the same, Sirius didn’t see how Snape could be at Hogwarts, let alone in a position to agree to brew something for Remus’ benefit. He’d be more likely to poison him instead!

“He’ll sleep locked in his quarters during the full moons and likely require a substitute if it should fall on nights before classes, but — I say, Hagrid, is Grimm quite well?”

Sirius only realized then that he had started growling.

Hagrid gave a much louder laugh than necessary. “Jus’ hungry is all! I better get him somethin’. Let me just—” Rather than finish, he simply turned around and started searching about his cabinets.

“Well, I believe I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’ll leave you to settle in.” Dumbledore sipped once more at the mug — he couldn’t have gotten through half of it, but it was giant-portioned after all — and rose from the table. “Thank you very much, Hagrid.”

“An’ thank you, Professor. I’ll come up fer dinner one of these nights and bring some lesson plans, eh?”

“That would be lovely.” Dumbledore smiled down at Fang, who had walked over to see him out, and glanced once more at Sirius before departing.

Hagrid abandoned his search for food to watch out the window, relaxing after a few minutes with a sigh. “It’s all fine.”

Sirius transformed back. “That was too close.”

“Nah, it wasn’t. Course, didn’ help none when yeh got yer hackles raised abou’ Snape,” Hagrid said, frowning down at him in disapproval.

“What’s he doing here?” Sirius demanded. As if he didn’t already have Peter to worry about.

“He’s a teacher, that’s what.”

Sirius snorted. “As if. Snape couldn’t stand watching his own peers make the slightest mistake. It offended his sense that he could and should be the one doing it better. No way he’d sign up to preside over a bunch of children struggling to learn.”

“He didn’ have much choice after the war. Professor Dumbledore vouched for him turning spy fer our side, an’ folks wanted Dumbledore to keep an eye on him.”

“So they wanted him put in charge of their kids?” Even growing up in this world, Sirius often wondered where other wizards and witches kept their brains. “I shudder to think what a beast he’s been.”

“Never mind him,” Hagrid told him. “What abou’ Remus? He knows yeh can transform, don’ he?”

Sirius sank down into Dumbledore’s vacated chair. “He does. I’ll have to leave before he gets here.”

“I can’ lose me dog jus’ after I got him,” Hagrid argued.

“But he’ll tell Dumbledore! Or he has, or — but then Dumbledore would’ve known it was me,” he reasoned. And Dumbledore would have acted, not just left him with Hagrid.

So Remus hadn’t said. Not even now, when Sirius had escaped. He had to know his Animagus form was at least part of how he was staying hidden. Was it possible he thought Sirius might be innocent, that he still cared about their friendship?

But no. Sirius realized it in the next instance. Revealing what he knew about Sirius meant revealing James and Peter’s own crimes in becoming illegal Animagi. He was protecting their memories — never mind Peter was alive — and possibly his own freedom. His condition could in all likelihood come out, too. It was good, still, that Remus hadn’t said in that case. Sirius would hate to be the cause of more suffering to him.

“Alright, I’ll stay. But we’ll have to be careful Remus doesn’t see me. Don’t invite him round, don’t talk to him about your new pet. Don’t give him any reason to suspect something.” As soon as Remus came across evidence he couldn’t in good conscious ignore, he would feel forced to act. So long as it never came to that, they wouldn’t have to worry.

“The professors don’ tend to come round here fer much. Think it’ll be alrigh’. Besides, we’ll be catchin’ that rat before Remus can catch wind o’ yeh,” Hagrid assured him with a smile.

Sirius sighed wearily. “I wish I could share your confidence.”

Perhaps it was the effect of Azkaban on him after so long, but Sirius couldn’t bring himself to hope. If they didn’t catch Pettigrew when they had the chance, Sirius would be caught and Harry would be vulnerable. He’d already failed once. Was history only destined to repeat itself?

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It was a bit strange cohabitating in his Hut with another person, even if that person was a dog most of the time. But he and Sirius were fairly used to each other after their time in Azkaban.

Sirius slept on the floor still. There wasn’t much room to put in a second bed, and after the near-slip with Professor Dumbledore and the extra mug, Sirius refused to risk leaving any evidence of a second human’s presence in the place. He ate out of a bowl like Fang and slept curled up near the fire with him, too. 

It didn’t feel right in a way, or perhaps undignified. The way Fang lived was perfectly fine for him, of course, but Sirius wasn’t fully a dog, and in some ways Rubeus wondered if he was just keeping him in a slightly nicer prison. At the least, his frame was filling back out, and he looked far more healthy for a dog his size.

The rest of summer seemed to fly by. He filled the time with writing out his plans and arranging for some of the creatures he wanted to show the students. Rubeus also picked out the textbook he wanted them to use.

“It’s funny, isn’ it?” He asked his guest. “All it takes is just a stroke down the side, then it’s calm as can be.”

“You might want to include that in the directions,” Sirius suggested, never taking his eyes off the wildly snapping book. “It can be lesson number one.”

“Yeh think so?” Rubeus shrugged and added a postscript to the letter he was composing to Harry for his birthday. He stroked the book’s spine and wrapped it in some packaging. It likely wouldn’t wake again till it was opened.

“Want ter send somethin’ yerself?”

“Send something?”

“To Harry. His birthday’s next week, yeh know?”

“I do. But I haven’t got anything. Anyway, he wouldn’t understand.” Sirius turned and slunk off in his Animagus form before Rubeus could reply. He tended to do that when he wasn’t in a mood to talk.

It was strange. Sirius seemed to care about Harry, but there was a distance to it. Maybe because he’d only known the boy from a distance. Or maybe he thought that, even if they succeeded in catching Pettigrew and clearing his name, Harry wouldn’t want much to do with him. He’d grown very quiet the one time Rubeus had mentioned Harry was living with his relatives during the summer. But Harry hardly liked them, and for good reason! And he was the welcoming sort; he’d be happy to know Sirius.

So Rubeus took to spending the last few weeks of summer loudly recollecting all his favorite stories and memories about Harry, whether Sirius was in his Animagus form or not. He could tell they were heard; Sirius’ ears always perked up at the first mention of Harry’s name.

During the last week of summer, all the staff present was called to a meeting. Not among them was Remus: the full moon had been the previous night, so he was no doubt recovering before making the journey to Hogwarts.

Professor Dumbledore looked uncharacteristically grave as they all sat down. “I’ve just had word from the Minister. I’d been hoping this precaution could be avoided, but as Sirius Black has yet to be caught, he is adamant about increasing Hogwarts’ security. Despite my advisement to the contrary, Dementors will be placed around the school as guards.

Several gasps went around the room.

“No!” Rubeus stood, knocking into the table roughly. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey both looked at him with sympathy. Slowly, he retook his seat.

“Cornelius has assured me they will not come into the grounds. They are to stay outside of the gates to ensure that Black does not slip through Hogwarts’ defenses.”

“How can we be sure the students will be safe, Albus?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“I will be keeping a close watch on the situation, Minerva. Unfortunately, that is the best we can do with the Minister so determined.”

Rubeus hardly paid attention to anything else spoken about at the meeting, which he knew wasn’t the right thing to do as a new teacher, but he found he could focus on little else but the fear. The Dementors were coming here to where Sirius was. What if they sensed him? What if they came to his home? He couldn’t imagine feeling the way he had on the island again, the complete lack of anything but loneliness and despair, only abated by Sirius’ company.

As soon as Professor Dumbledore adjourned the meeting, Rubeus headed back home, panting by the time he climbed the steps and slammed the door behind him.

“The Minister’s sendin’ Dementors ter Hogwarts!”

Sirius leapt up, changing form. “They’re coming for me?”

He shook his head. “Just want ter protect the students. Can they sense yeh from the gates?”

“No. Not so long as I stay in my Animagus form.” Sirius’ shoulders sagged a little in relief. “This will mean that the plan is entirely up to you. My life in your hands, Hagrid.”

He gulped.

Sirius gave a bracing smile, one that Rubeus wasn’t sure either of them believed. “Good luck.”

Dog replaced man, and Rubeus found himself shakily pulling the kettle out for another pot of tea. So much was counting on him: a man’s innocence; a criminal’s capture; a boy’s happiness. He couldn’t let them all down. He just couldn’t.

#sirius black #rubeus hagrid #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #hp #my writing

[lutraverselemonde]

bio

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Ndulue “Lu” Travers

AGE: 26

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Genderqueer. They/Them. Queer.

Lu does not use the term ‘genderqueer’ themselves. They just know – and have always known – that their body does not fit how they feel inside. They know it’s a good body, and they don’t hate it, in fact, they quite enjoy using it for certain physical activities at times, but they just don’t think it belongs to them more than a handbag does.

They’ve tried living as a traditionally female-presenting woman for a while but it seemed just as wrong. So they’ve decided, especially in the face of war, that there’s bigger things to worry about and to just wear and act and love however they feel like it that day. If modern terminology and information were accessible to them, they’d choose ‘genderqueer’ for themselves and so I’m going with the most widely used ‘they/them’ pronouns as well. I can imagine Lu’s skin crawls when people address them with ‘Mister’ or speak of them with ‘he/him’ pronouns, even if they can’t fully put it into words why, but when it comes to playing into the ideas some people have of them, they’re good at sucking it up.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Not applicable

ANY CHANGES:  X.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

[Lu’s soul is split into two. Their parents divorced, leaving them and their brother commuting between different counties, educations and opposing moral values. They are of magical blood, no one else in their family is, has been, or will ever be. Their taste is accustomed to luxury and fame, but they themselves have no Knut to their name. To which world do they belong? Who are they really?]

Their personality is best described as vibrant and fun-loving on the one hand and selfish and sly on the other.

Meeting them for the first time, you’ll be confronted with a lot of sass, a lot of cheek, a lot of jokes and shallow remarks. They’re painfully honest about what they think of others – or at least their appearances. There’s something hyper-sensual, hyper-sexual to them even, as though their whole world turns around how to get who to bed. In a way, that’s very much the truth. After all, the person they’ve become can only exist as long as they keep being wanted that way. If they like you, they’ll shower you in gifts and wild adventures, they’ll make you get out of bed at one in the morning for a trip to an underground party where everyone is dressed up in Rococo fashion, and if you don’t want to, they’ll shame you for not living your best life. “These are the golden years of our lives, let’s spray-paint us in glitter to match!”

On the other hand they do have a dark past and a deep-rooted melancholy they can not always shake. Sometimes they use this to get pity-points. You see, even though they didn’t go to Hogwarts but to Beauxbaton, they are the epitome of a Slytherin. They’ll do most anything to protect their kin, foul play never out of the question. Lies are their best friend, and they’re damn good at it. In fact, they don’t just take pride in it but also joy. Imagine Regina George complimenting your bracelet only to turn around a second later and comment to her friend just how ugly it really is. That’s Lu. They found happiness in everything material; fashion, housing, parties, carriages is their life. Flowers are beneath them as they die too quickly. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend is their motto. And if you get on their bad side, you will suffer. You don’t know the bad luck that ensues is coming from Lu, but you will experience it intensely. There’s also an intense need to be appreciated, to be everyone’s number one and win first place in any competition – even those where no one else is aware that it’s a competition.

They can play incredibly sweet. Feed you honey as long as they get what they want, help you succeed, and rid you of all your adversaries. But if they feel insulted or neglected, the venom in their bite shows quickly.

So if it comes to what they’re good at, what they struggle with, it’s two sides of the same coin: being honest. Yes, they’ll use their actual hurt to get attention and some extra loving, but when it comes to facing how it actually makes them feel, how it influences their actions, they’ll put up a fight – or distract. They’re a master of conning, even before they met Mundungus Fletcher who helped them to their current life. They bamboozle and bedazzle their audience – and break when the truth beneath the facade is found out. The world’s a stage, they’re the lead role. But if you catch them behind the scenes, or reduce them to being the audience, a feisty tongue will jab and jab and jab until words turn to actions, indeed quite similar to theatre kids not being cast in the role they want.

What this hurt is, that I mentioned? See the next section.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Lu’s theme – a soul divided into two – has its roots, as for so many, in their past and background.

Muggle Belgium is a country split between a French part and a Dutch part, and most people there are raised bilingual. Lu, with their Nigerian mother, was raised with yet a third language, a third culture to appreciate and respect, a third reason why fitting in was nearly impossible.

Initially, it was a happy childhood, with a baby brother Lu was devoted to, and parents who, despite their differences, managed to show their love to their children. But soon the differences grew too broad, and it didn’t help that each fight they had when they believed their children to be asleep was followed by furniture mysteriously bursting, disappearing, or changing colour. Accusations were thrown, insults were hissed, and soon Lu’s father moved up to Antwerpen, far away from the French language, far away from his family, far away from the open-hearted person he used to be.

He became xenophobic, as though blaming every immigrant to be the cause for his unhappy life. Even his own children, now coming to visit him every second week, weren’t safe from his drunk, racist slurs. But staying with their mother wasn’t an option either, as she soon married again, had two new children, blacker than Lu and their brother Urhie, happier, more normal. To the new husband’s sight, Lu and Urhie were a thorn, a mistake his wife had committed and simply couldn’t make undo, a chore. So every second week, Urhie would take their little brother by the hand, go on a train, and travel yet again across the country. It wasn’t perfect. Neither home felt right, and because of the going back and forth, it was nearly impossible to make proper friends at their two schools. And when they did, and the other kids found out that the Travers were children of divorce, they’d be bullied for it. Leaving one county was always filled with anxiety, wondering what would await them on the other side of this train ride. But at least they had each other.

Urhie was a happy boy. He barely remembered his parents fighting, and while the travelling and bullying, later the lack of parental love as well, took a toll on him, he at least had an older sibling who protected him. There was nothing Lu wouldn’t have done for Urhie. They taught him all the best curse words, helped them with the homeworks, built the best blanket forts and painted the greatest tigers onto their face, read them all the Comic books and stole just so much candy for them. They also took their father’s beatings, and got all the chores for their mother done so that their presence would be at least tolerated. At school, they’d meet each other in the courtyard, and Lu made sure that Urhie never felt lonely. Never felt like all of this was his fault. After all, somehow, Lu always knew that it had been their fault, and their fault alone. All the mysterious little things that had happened, the incidents which their parents used to accuse each other of and which led to the awful arguments – that had been all Lu, hadn’t it?

The famous Beauxbaton Flower Petals proved them right. They flew in through the window, even though Lu had been so sure to close it, and that was the end of their childhood. Everything about Beauxbaton was brilliant. The uniforms, the people, the teachers, the building, and of course the magic. Everything felt like a dream. A beautiful, rare, fantastical dream that had to be true simply because Lu knew their brain could’ve never come up with something like this on its own. Was it hard to believe that they were a Wix? No. Was it hard to tell their parents about it? Oh, yes.

Their father responded with a slap to the face. “Stop with your jokes.” The Beauxbaton Secretary, who came a few days later, performed a few spells and while Lu’s eyes grew wide with wonder, their father’s grew darker and darker. Perhaps it was anger, that his child was even stranger and more different than he had expected. Perhaps it was a form of jealousy. Their mother – forbidden to say anything to her husband – cried and cried until all her tears were out and then cried some more, with a dry face now. No one quite understood why but when she finally stopped after five long days, she also stopped acknowledging Lu’s presence. They had died for her, and in the rare cases she needed something of them, a chore done, she’d speak of them in the third person, detached, as though they were just not in the room, but not even in this realm.

But none of this was bad. Not compared to how it affected Urhie. At first there was eagerness: “So you think I’ll go to Beauxbaton, too, when I’m older?!” But no matter how much they tried to make things change colour, nothing ever happened. And when Lu was about to start their fifth year at Beauxbaton, and no Flower Petals came for Urhie, their relationship changed. Brusquely and irreversibly. Urhie grew quiet, visibly hurt, at first internalising, later placing all the disappointment in his broken life on their sibling. When they were with their mother, they now played with their half-siblings, or did the chores before Lu could do them, wordlessly. When they were with their father, Urhie hid in his room and blasted music, letting Lu face the violence alone, but instead of kissing the wounds afterwards, he now didn’t even acknowledge them.

And the more Lu tried to escape the tension – staying at Beauxbaton over the holidays, ward themselves with spells at night, or spend more time in the Wizarding City of Antwerpen and Liège – the more Urhie resented them. It was a betrayal. Lu was able to live in a world where there was magic, where there was happiness, and he wasn’t. The traitor was Lu. And so they paid for it.

By their seventeenth birthday and their graduation from Beauxbaton, they had no home anymore.

OCCUPATION: Escort

Dancing the Devil’s Tango, you know? Playing the flute, you could say. Knowing how to truly enjoy eating a banana, is another way to phrase it. Practicing throat massages, loving the nightly work out and specific stretching positions, giving people excuses to wash their bed sheets more often. You get the idea, I’m done. No, wait, one more: Horse back riding but without the horse.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Lu thinks they’re losing. They’re not powerful enough, not strong enough, not smart enough to do anything against the upper class society that has always ruled over this country and will always rule over this country. No, they don’t think they’re bad people or acting against the law, but it all seems so futile. Such great efforts for what? Perhaps a few years of peace before the next racist radical group arises? Adapting is the key, not fighting, no revolution has ever gone anywhere productive, and because the Order isn’t even trying to adapt and make use of those inside of it with privilege, Lu is both condescending towards them, as well as mildly bemused by them.

They affiliated themselves nevertheless because they want to be protected.

First, if their secret ever came out, that they’re really a Mudblood, then the Order might be there for Lu until they can get out of the country. Possibly even help them back to Belgium. Secondly, if the Order does win the war, they don’t want to be known as a Death Eater.

They’re not a Death Eater and certainly don’t have the Dark Mark, but you’d be surprised how deep into their dinner-party affairs you can sneak when you’re only considered the hors d’oeuvre. Nevertheless, Lu’s somewhat affiliated. So if the Order wins the war and their affiliation is revealed, it would be best to be in the Order to say, oh no, I was just working as a double agent, I’m not actually a bad person.

So that was why they began helping the Order out, a few months after coming to England. Nothing big, only some very personal information or clear descriptions of locations that could be useful for Order missions. The reason the Order had such a detailed description of the Nott house in December, was because Lu had taken the freedom to ‘get lost on their way to the bathroom’ and have a snoop around. It was their first ‘trial’ to help the Order with something.

For three months now they’d been helping the Order, solely for their own protection. Until. Well. Until this New Years, when the Death Eaters decided to go against Muggles.

Their war against Mudbloods, Lu had always been able to understand, to accept. Muggleborns couldn’t properly fit into the Wizarding World, not without completely getting rid of their Muggle side. And who would want to do that? To split one’s soul for two completely different styles of life… That simply wasn’t healthy.

But Muggles? Those innocent, stupid bastards? What have they done? Who will protect them? Who will protect Urhie? Lu doesn’t let themself think that name, but that’s the source of their fears, isn’t it?

SURVIVAL:

Lu came to England as an extended family member of the Travers family. Their real name is, in fact, Travers, but that’s pure coincidence, and there’s no relation to the famous British pureblood family at all. It was only with Mundungus Fletcher’s information and a bit of conning that Lu made themself pass as a member of the Sacred 28. Well, that, and long eyelashes batting with promise of the kind of night you don’t dare speaking to your wife about.

At first it seemed risky to burst into the Upper Pureblood Society without a proper patron, but soon enough Lu realised that while the British liked to present themselves as quiet and respectable, they were no less naughty than the French. Living in a small country Manor, part of the Travers heritage, there’s rarely ever a day – or rather night – that passes without visit. And because none of those patrons are the kind of people to speak about their private affairs, Lu lives more easily than ever before.

It would probably be very easy to just stay out of the war, play innocent in case the Phoenix side wins. But what if all Purebloods get persecuted at the end of the war? So it’s safer to play on both sides. And if the Death Eaters catch Lu meddling with the Order, they can simply say it’s a matter of double-agenting as well. Only properly joining the Order could be a proper risk, and until very recently Lu had absolutely no desire to do that. For what? To get sent into a mission and die? You wish!

But, well, now New Years has happened and sitting still in their country Manor is not as easy anymore, is it? So while everyone is seeking out safety, Lu is, for the first time, leaving their comfortable den, to get themself into trouble. Stupid? Perhaps. Well. Yes, actually. Most definitely very stupid. But… There’s this feeling. This knowledge that danger lies ahead, but that taking a beating or two is all worth it, if at least it will protect Urhie…

RELATIONSHIPS:

In general, Lu is careful not to make close friends.

Oh, their official list of friends is as long as the guest list for a Gatsby Party, sure, but the people that actually know Lu are … non-existent. In the past, whenever there was someone who came too close to Lu, learnt too much and made it hard for them to continue playing the role of luxurious party host and resident play-toy, they’d jump ship. Go to a new country. Find new friends.

At the moment they’re physically very close with a handful of Death Eaters, but none of them ask Lu for private information, only see them as a fun pass-time, and Lu lives for it. There is safety in not being known. Safety in being loved for all the wrong reasons, never hated for all the right reasons.

When it comes to the people of the Order – most of which Lu has yet to meet – they’re rather indifferent to them. Do they have money? Flair? A sense of humour and an ability to hold their liquor? Let’s be friends! Are they bland and all about the war? All right. Let’s focus on the war. They have no interest in being close to any of those people but that doesn’t mean they’re rude to them. They affiliated themselves with the Order for protection, and they are trying to join now to help the Muggles. Much like you treat your local grocery shop lady, Lu is friendly to them, not really trying to play serious or their glamour-card, just interacting in a professional manner. But again, if there are people in the Order who they think could pay for their bling, they will not draw the line just because they’re in the Order. They see the Order the same way they see the Death Eaters: they don’t care much about their ideologies but sees them as individual people.

Suggestions, as discussed with the players:

Peter Pettigrew/Severus Snape: Both of them are Death Eaters, both of them know the faces that hide behind the masks, both of them are wildly aware what that person, who is helping the Order get to personal information about Death Eaters, is properly doing to get to that information. They know Lu’s not a Death Eater, but they also know they’re not fully on the Order’s side. Interestingly enough, they’re the only people Lu’s wary off – on Death Eater side. The Inner Circle of the Order knows that they must be somewhat close to the Death Eaters, but the Death Eaters can under no circumstances learn that Lu’s flirting with the Order. Luckily, both Peter and Severus are also aware of the power that Lu holds against them, so there’s a mutual tension and black-mailing potential going on.

Mundungus Fletcher: Mundungus is the reason why Lu made it to Britain. The two of them met at a bar in Paris, where Mundungus was currently being caught red-handed in a con-gone-awry. Lu helped him and then “I owe you.” “Great. I actually got something I need help with right now.” At first Mundungus seemed irritated that a Muggleborn wants to play Pureblood, but he showed up the next day at Lu’s place anyway, ready to help them con the British Pureblood Society. Their relationship is riddled with quarrels, jabs and insults, but somehow they can’t quite go longer than a week without going out on a drink together again.

Lily Evans: Is reason for great conflict to Lu. On the one hand, she’s a stupid Muggleborn who isn’t even trying to conceal her identity. On the other hand, she’s clearly a talented Witch. Best of her year, they say? So maybe all those prejudices against Muggleborns isn’t actually true? So while at the moment Lu is still facing her with an air of hostility and sceptical arrogance, they do want to know how she’s doing it; finding all this bravery. It might do them well to learn of another Muggleborn’s past. Either because it’ll teach them that not all Muggles are bad, or because it’ll reinforce this idea that Muggles are in fact not suited to know about magic, that the Statue of Secrecy must be kept at all cost.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Lu x Dumbledore only, please. Only supreme Sugar Daddies acceptable for my Lu.

No, but seriously, I’d like for Lu to actually get attached for once. You’ll see, they’re very vain and shallow, but beneath all that there’s a genuinely sweet person who wants to be protected as much as they want to protect. So whether that be someone older who fits their usual prey – homewrecking is their speciality! –, or someone younger who they wouldn’t even consider as a romantic partner, I’m very open to it all.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

I think it is safe to say that now that Lu has adopted the Sacred 28 name Travers as their own, they have all the privileges one can only image. They live in a big house with maids and footmen, and while they don’t actually live off the heritage of a long-lost aunt fifth removed like they’ve told the Purebloods they hang out with now, they do have their means to get by. Gain enough money to spend it on all sorts of fun activities.

And because they’ve stopped entering the Muggle world about five years ago, they’re also facing barely any prejudices concerning their skin colour – or extravagant clothes. The former seeming to be a prejudice indeed mostly fostered by a people that took too long to begin travelling the world, the latter a prejudice for a people that has never had a sense of fashion to begin with. The traditional Wizarding costumes are colourful and grand by nature, dramatic in all the right ways, and Lu savours it.

Coming to their own biases and prejudices.

Against Muggles: Stupid, hostile, irrelevant, prejudiced to a painful degree. As the above written paragraph makes it obvious, Lu doesn’t think kindly of their own once-upon-a-time kin – surely because of the way they were treated by them.

Against Muggleborns: Actually, deep down, knowing themselves quite the skilled Magician, they don’t really believe that Muggleblood washes out your powers. However, they do think that every Muggleborn who is still staying in Britain at the moment, without even trying to conceal their identity, is the epitome of stupid.

Against Halfbloods: Barely of any relevance to Lu, but if you’d dug deeper you’d find that they might think any Wizard stupid who thought to marry a Muggle. Can’t be that grand of a family, if there’s traces of dementedness in their blood, right? But mostly they don’t care.

Against Purebloods: In Lu’s opinion, every Pureblood is inherently more powerful than Muggleborns or Halfbloods. I know, I said they know themselves to be incredibly skilled, but those contradictions exist within themselves the same way everything else splits them into two sides. They’ve spent so much time around Purebloods that they can no longer separate the truth from lies, and their beliefs have seeped into their own skin, with a tendency to make them believe they might actually be less skilled at magic as they once thought they were. It’s one of the reasons why they barely ever use magic around Purebloods – simply not to accidentally prove themselves as weak-blooded. They also think all Purebloods are rich.

Against Halfbreeds: Between the horrid prejudices spread by the Pureblood Circles they hang out in, and their own Muggle background, halfbreeds are inherently unhuman to them. In fairy tales, you didn’t see magical creatures be given human emotions. The goblins were greedy, the sirens were sexual predators, the wolves were to devour you. Surely it’s the same in the real world. The house elves love serving, the veelas love dancing on pianos at cocktail parties, and the werewolves want nothing but to kill humans. No matter how much human blood they got in their veins, at the end they’re their fairytale trait… The same way you can’t just shake your Muggleblood, right?

#{ le monde } #bio #bolded all thats relevant if you want to have a quick read through

[remus-whoisleft]

REMUS LUPIN.

GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Remus John Lupin Nickname(s): Moony, Moons, Holden Tallfield (Sirius), Tall McCartney (Sirius), Scarecrow Boy (Emma) Age: 18 Gender & Pronouns: Cis male, he/him Sexuality: Bisexual, baby! Date of Birth: 10 March, 1960 Horoscope: Pisces Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Nationality: English & Welsh Occupation (and, if you’re one of the people playing a character close to graduation, future occupation): Remus is currently a student, and as soon as he graduates he’ll be a member of the Order of the Phoenix - eventually he’ll work his first proper job as a bookshop clerk. For a little while. Before it’s obvious why he seems to get sick around the same time every month. Summarized in One Word: Dedicated.

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Andrew Garfield Height: 6′3″ Hair Color: Brown, with the faintest flecks of silver already starting to show. Eye Color: He’d call them very light brown, in the right light they seem to shine a bit - yellow. Noticeable Features: Beanpole physique - tall, thin and angular - prominent Adam’s apple, a slightly large nose... though the scar that stretches across it is probably a little more noticeable. The other scars are up there, as well, though those are typically easier to hide; most of the more obvious ones he blames on a ‘hippogriff incident as a kid’ to those not in the know. Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Remus doesn’t consider himself fashionable by any measurable standard but he does, contrary to his own belief, know how to put an outfit together. He tends to stick to warm clothes - he is always cold, a fun side effect of his curse - including well-worn (sometimes holey) jumpers and cardigans, and many of his clothes have a certain... hand-me-down quality to them. Especially his school robes.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown (and, if they’re a graduate or soon to be a graduate, where they live now or will be living soon): Remus was born in Yorkshire but the Lupins moved to Aberdaron, Wales when he was small and he’s lived there most of his life outside of Hogwarts. Once he graduates he’ll be moving into a flat in London with Sirius Black, love of his life, where nothing will go wrong whatsoever. Financial Status: Lower class and quite poor; his family was never well off to begin with on either side, and his curse - and his parents deciding to homeschool him, taking his mother away from her job - has taken a toll on the family finances over the years. Pain potions and attempted miracle cures aren’t cheap, and he is highly cognizant of this fact... as if he needed more reasons to feel some degree of guilt at all times, and he often balks at being “spoiled” by his richer friends because of it. Spoken Languages: English and Welsh - the latter of which he is fluent in, thanks to a lot of downtime spent at home with his very Welsh mother, and his accent is distinctly Welsh for the same reason. He just usually only speaks it fully when he’s some degree of inebriated, or trying to make Sirius laugh. Dream Job: Teacher. Bad Habits: Remus has a plethora of bad habits, stemming from his anxieties and other issues regarding his lycanthropy. He smokes like a chimney when he can steal away to do so. He bites his nails down to the quick, always worried that an accidental scratch will leave a mark on someone else forever, as werewolf scratches are wont to do. He’s prone to staying up too late and forcing himself out of bed early (with the aid of copious amounts of caffeine) to study and, sometimes, to just keep the nightmares at bay. He has on more than one occasion forgotten to eat, or sleep, or any other number of necessary human activities in a day while so wrapped up in his foggy anxiety brain - often during intense study sessions. His friends are typically good at making sure he’s taking care of the absolute basics, at least, but he tends to study too hard, smoke too much, and sleep too little when left to his own devices.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Hope Lupin née Howell Father: Lyall Lupin Sibling(s): None, though his parents were considering having another baby before Remus was bitten. Those plans were scrapped, and Remus has never been told. Pet(s): A barn owl named Mercury, who is dependable and affectionate but quite old at this point. He’s still got a few years left in him yet, though. Grandparent(s): Conall and Marion Lupin, Lyall’s parents, have decided to have very little contact with their werewolf grandson. They send him Christmas and birthday gifts every year, but that’s about it. He only has vague memories of them at this point. Hope’s parents, John and Margaret, are blissfully unaware of both magic and their grandson’s curse; they simply know that he’s a sickly boy who doesn’t feel well very often, but they don’t hold that against him.  Cousin(s): Hope has two brothers and one sister, all with children of their own - but they live far enough away that Remus doesn’t know them terribly well, as with most kids growing up he was kept fairly isolated in case his secret slip out. Even to muggle kids, a child with scars on his face and hands saying he’s a werewolf might have caused a bit of a family stir. They are all friendly to him on the rare occasion the Howell family has a large get together, but he always feels like the black sheep of the cousins.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Cypress, unicorn hair, 10¼ inches, pliable. Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could): Remus’s patronus is a wolf, unfortunately, which means that if he ever had to use one properly against a dementor he’d prefer to cast a non-corporeal one. The memory he’s currently using is Sirius telling him he loved him for the first time, though his arsenal also includes the day all three other Marauders came to him about his lycanthropy and told him they still wanted to be his friend anyway, and the day the other three sat him down in fifth year and showed him their animagus forms for the first time. Boggart: Remus’s boggart takes the form of the full moon – though he knows by now it’s less the moon itself that terrifies him compared to what an unexpected full moon might mean for him and those around him. His true boggart is, of course, himself; the moon is a passive player in the grand scheme of things, so simply seeing it in the night sky doesn’t terrify him. In fact, when it’s the last thing he sees before the transformation starts? He thinks it’s beautiful. OWLS: Ancient Runes, Charms, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Muggle Studies, Alchemy, Herbology. NEWTS: Charms (O), History of Magic (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Potions (A), Transfiguration (E), Muggle Studies (O), Alchemy (A), Astronomy (E) What Kind of Magic do They Excel at: Remus is extremely proficient at Defense Against the Dark Arts - it’s the one class he doesn’t feel like he has to study as hard for, and he typically gets top marks no matter who’s teaching it that year. His skills are shown off (and even he, Captain Self-Deprecation, feels a bit of pride about it) well in Dueling Club. They’ll be even more shown off once he gets thrown into the war not even a few months out of school!

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: INFJ Enneagram: The Helper Moral Alignment: Lawful Good Archetype:

55% Caregiver. Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

36% Intellectual. The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

9% Advocate. The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

Temperament: Melancholic.

#character development #Remus Lupin #plot prompt friday

[axelsagewrites]

Surprise Party

Ship(s): Reader X Platonic!Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, Fred

Request: nope

Warnings: growing up?

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Summer was a great time. A break from school, drama, and first years. Not to mention I can just hide in my room and not have to look presentable. Sitting in my room with the same pj’s on for a week, a food stash in my dresser, and too many empty cups of tea for a normal person, I began to write my friends back. The only drawback of magical friends was the lack of phones and texting. At first, I wrote back in quill and ink but then I realised I could just use normal ballpoint pens and paper instead of paper. George wrote me back the first-time id used it asking what quill I had used, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s not that I didn’t want to meet up with my friends rather the fact I basically live with all my friends year-round, normally including the winter break, and sometimes you just want to be antisocial. Plus, people had holidays planned so not everyone was in the country or if you’re like Harry your basically locked in the house. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were in the same year but weren’t friends at first. I was friends with Hermione first because it was the first day and I found another muggleborn who was both terrified and yet seemed to understand what was going on. After a bit of a tiff with Ron and Harry then a troll then some yelling and detention we became friends. It's kinda a long story. It would take me a full book series to explain. Although they three were in my year I was closer with Ron’s brothers Fred and George. Fred because he’s funny and George because he stops Fred killing himself and everybody around him when they prank people. This friendship came from me saving their butts from McGonagall when I was in first year and they almost got caught when they tried to pull a prank in the teachers’ lounge. The prank didn’t work, for obvious reasons, but the twins seemed determined and well I was bored. This led to me being used as a decoy for the first in a long line of pranks. Most of the times they’d set up the pranks, go somewhere highly visible, I’d set off the pranks then scamper off. Never been caught since. Despite them sending me blueprints of plans and letters through the summer I insist phones are better. Hermione, despite feeling classy using her ink and quill, agrees so I’ve talked to her the most via text. She’s also the only person I’ve mentioned my birthday too. Having a birthday during the summer holidays was good and bad. Good that I wasn’t in school, bad I had never had a party since everyone was on holiday or we didn’t plan one in time for the schools breaking up. Part of me wants a party but another part of me likes being a hermit. With my birthday approaching, not that I really was paying attention, Hermione was insistent I do something besides gorge on cake. Can you believe her? this led to me agreeing to hang out with her on my birthday so she could give me her present despite me insisted she needn’t have bothered. My birthday finally had rolled around and I forced myself to get dressed. Eventually, I looked semi-decent and I emerged from my cave. As I walked into the living room my mum gasped, “You’re wearing clothes?” she asked. “Ha ha,” I deadpanned. “Well, Happy Birthday Sweetie,” A quick breakfast later I was getting ready to use the floo network. My dad had one installed in our fireplace because he never told us, but he was a squib and always wanted one. “Be home by dinner,” Dad told me as I stepped into the fireplace, floo powder in hand. “I don’t think we’ll be out that long,” I told him as I pulled up the address Hermione had texted me, “The Burrow?” I said as I dropped the floo powder. Something must’ve worked because I saw the green flames as I was sucked out of the fireplace. I coughed and wheezed as my feet finally touched solid ground. “Surprise!” I looked up through the soot and saw my friends? “Guys?” I coughed. “Hermione told us you’d never had a party,” Fred said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the fireplace. “And we figured it was about time you celebrated,” George said, holding my shoulder to steady me. “Awe. Thank you,” “But,” Fred continued, “then we found out Harry hasn’t had one either,” “So now we're having double the party,” “Double the cake,” “Double the prezzies,” “Double the fun,” They said in unison. A smile took over my face despite me trying to suppress it. I looked over and saw Harry standing with Ron and Hermione, “Well if I had to share with someone, I’m glad it’s you,” I said as I went to hug him. “Happy birthday,” “Ditto,” I said, pulling back. Harry looked around the room which was decorated in cloth birthday bunting that both looked older than us and yet still beautiful, “So what do you do at birthday parties?” “Well I figured since neither of you had one, we could do pass the parcel, different party games, and stuff like that,” Hermione smiled. It honestly sounded like fun. “Yeah right,” Fred said, “remember this is a Weasley party. So, I’m thinking of fireworks, magic sweets, explosion,” Mrs. Weasley was having none of that, “Fred I will not have you turning my house into a circus. Well, have a fun party without magic,” If looks could kill even Voldemort would be dead. Mrs. Weasley, however, had the magic ability to completely transform when not talking to one of her children, “Hello (Y/N) dear. Happy birthday,” she handed me over a parcel wrapped in brown paper. “Present time!” Fred yelled. “Are you sure you’re not 5?!” I called after him as he ran to grab something. Mrs. Weasley insisted we sit in a circle and open presents. Next thing I knew there were party hats on our heads and presents being flung left right and centre. Since no one had told me or Harry we didn’t have gifts for each other, but both figured it would be fine since neither of us got the other something. The party was actually really fun. We did presents, pass the parcel, tag but on broomsticks, and we even taught the Weasleys rounders. We were mid rounders game when Ron got me out. “Ha!” “Ronald!” Mrs. Weasley yelled. “Sorry,” Ron said with an eye-roll. I punched his arm, “That’s your mother, Ronald,” this made him frown and I swore I saw her smile. “I’m gonna go get a drink,” I turned and ran back into the Burrow's kitchen. I was only in there for a second when George joined me. “So…fireworks?” was all he said. “Isn’t your mum gonna realise you're in here?” “I told her you didn’t know where the cups were,” he grinned now come on. George didn’t have to convince me after he said his plan. We made quick work of it but soon Fred’s own supply of fireworks were under his bed, ready to go off. The twins had convinced Charlie to put a silencing spell on their room last time he visited so Mrs. Weasley would never know because Fred would have to admit to having not only fireworks but magical fireworks. Dinner time was fast approaching so I said my goodbyes. “See you at Hogwarts,” Fred gave me a hug, which was kinda rare since he didn’t do the whole emotions thing. “We’ll see,” I grinned. “Bye (Y/N)” George said, leaning in for a hug. “Write to me how it goes,” I whispered. “Duh,” he whispered as he pulled back. Fred looked in between us, but George shrugged.

“How was hanging out?” Dad asked me when I got back. I told him everything down to the type of cake Mrs. Weasley had got, “I think that’s the most you’ve ever talked,” he joked. Later that day I talked to family then eventually went back up to my bedroom cave. Since it was summer, I was awake even at 3 am when both my parents were asleep. I tiptoed downstairs, careful not to wake them up when I heard a rumbling. A flash of green came from downstairs, so I quickly ran and grabbed my wand before running down. Amazing witches and wizards had been killed for simply forgetting their wand. As I reached the living room, wand raised, my jaw dropped. “George?” I whisper yelled. He was covered in soot and dust, “I think we overestimated our leverage. Fred’s kicked me out.”

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter One Owl Post

November 02, 1979

Dearest Cissy,

I’m afraid this may be the last letter I send. I’ve discovered that the things the Dark Lord plans to do are far worse than we ever imagined. I know Sirius always said I had a weak stomach, but I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with these things.

Get out while you can. Please, Cissy, I beg you to get out. Don’t tell Bella or your husband where you’re going, but just leave. Things will only get worse.

I won’t tell you what I’m about to do, for your sake. But I will tell you that the Dark Lord is not all that he claims to be and I will do everything I can to bring him down and protect the people and things that I love.

You’re truly the only family that I can trust with this. Please don’t let Mother know. It would break her heart, and Father’s health is weak enough as it is.

And if you do ever see Sirius, tell him I’m sorry.

Love,

Your dearest cousin Reggie

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Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.

There were many things about Harry that were normal: He loved summer vacation. He loved sports. And most of all, he loved his family.

However, there were things about Harry that were not normal. For one, Harry was a wizard. Some might not find this strange. There are plenty of witches and wizards who would not be surprised at all by the fact that Harry Potter can do magic, or that he plays his favorite sport on a broomstick high in the air, chasing golden Snitches that fly on their own. But even within the community of wizards, Harry Potter was an odd boy.

For one thing, all witches and wizards knew the name Harry Potter. Everyone knew that as a baby, Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who. Everyone knew that Harry Potter was marked with a scar that night, and some witches and wizards whispered that Harry Potter was The Chosen One.

What that meant for a boy with a scar on his head didn’t matter just yet. On the night in question, Harry was doing normal twelve-year-old boy things, like being bored with his homework.

Harry Potter did not find the essay on “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century” particularly interesting. He had just finished a year at his school, Hogwarts, where a threat to witches and wizards born of non-magical parents had been made. He was not feeling particularly sympathetic to witches and the fearful Muggles.

He could not seem to get much further than the first two paragraphs in his textbook, A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot.

The old grandfather clock chimed in the hallway — twelve gentle chimes. The clock was magic, like everything else in this house, so after sunset, the clock did not chime loudly. It had no interest in waking the residents of the house.

The residents of the Potter Estate were Harry Potter and his parents, Lily and James Potter. It was a large house for three people, but Harry filled it with a lot of energy, as twelve and thirteen-year-old boys often do.

Of course, at midnight, his parents were sleeping, and he was awake doing homework.

There was still a month before school, so he thought finishing his History of Magic essay ridiculous. He’d already completed his Potions homework, with a lot of help from his mother, and his Transfiguration essay, with help from his father. The only person who could help him with History of Magic was Uncle Remus, who was not feeling well. Harry could wait a week until Uncle Remus was better, but he desperately wanted to visit his godfather, Sirius Black, this summer.

At school, Harry had broken several school rules, risked his own life, and saved the school in the process. Harry thought he deserved a lot of praise, which he did get. He earned an award for Special Services to the School, and he and Ron had won the House Cup competition for Gryffindor. The only problem was that Harry had two parents who worried about his safety. So Harry was grounded from Quidditch practice and visits with Sirius until his homework was done.

It sounded reasonable at the beginning of summer. During his school year, Harry had dueled another student, snuck away from teachers while the school was under a threat, and gone into a dangerous place to rescue a friend without seeking help from an adult. As great as Harry’s success had been, he had put himself in a lot of danger, and though the medicine was bitter to swallow, he had understood why his parents had grounded him. Now, a month later, struggling to finish his history essay at midnight on his birthday, it felt like the worst punishment his parents could give him.

Harry managed to get an outline of his essay completed by one am. He felt better about the assignment when he learned that burning witches did no harm to witches, who only had to cast a Freezing Charm to protect themselves from the flames.

As the clock chimed again, he realized he ought to go to bed. But it was summer vacation, and a bedtime was the one punishment his parents had not inflicted on him, so he’d taken to enjoying late nights as his only real form of freedom. He’d considered sneaking out on his Nimbus 2000, but it was locked away in a trunk at the foot of his parents’ bed. He’d already tried Alohamora, but it didn’t budge.

Just as Harry was thinking about climbing the stairs to bed, three owls tumbled through the open kitchen window.

An old gray owl, which Harry knew was Ron Weasley’s family owl, was helped into the dining room by a tiny brown owl. Harry didn’t recognize the small owl, but it was carrying a letter with the Hogwarts seal on the parchment, so Harry was sure it was his school books list. The third owl was a snowy white barn owl, proud and beautiful.

“Hello, Hedwig,” Harry smiled.

She flitted up to the table and nipped his finger affectionately, as if she were wishing him a happy birthday.

“What’ve you got there?” he asked in a whisper and untied the letter attached to her leg.

It turned out to be a birthday card from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I hope you’re doing well and your parents haven’t given you too much trouble.

I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it up in customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. I’ve been getting it delivered. It’s so good to keep up with what’s going on in the wizarding world. Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he’s learning loads. I’m really jealous. The ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.

There’s some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. I’ve rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things I’ve found out. I hope it’s not too long — it’s two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.

Ron says he’s going to be in London the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? I hope your parents don’t keep you grounded all summer. I really hope you can come. If not, I’ll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first!

Love from, Hermione

Harry had seen the picture of Ron the Daily Prophet last week. His mum had shown him the picture of the Weasley family, all nine of them, standing in front of the pyramids waving. He’d found it pretty unfair that Ron got to explore Egypt and Hermione was off in France and Harry was stuck at home. It wasn’t like he’d gotten into anymore trouble than Ron had.

Before opening Ron’s letter, Harry got the owls snacks and water. While they refreshed themselves, Harry read the letter the Weasley family owl Errol had brought him.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday!

I hope you’re doing alright. Mum’s just about forgotten my being in trouble, with this trip to Egypt and having all her children in one place. I expect the Special Award we got helped too. I hope yours aren’t being too hard on you.

It’s amazing here in Egypt, by the way. Bill’s taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn’t believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn’t let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who’d broken in and grown extra heads and stuff. I couldn’t believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it’s gone on this trip, but they’re going to buy me a new wand for next year.

We’ll be back about a week before term starts and we’ll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there?

Ron

P.S. Percy’s Head Boy. He got the letter last week.

Harry could almost hear the irritation in Ron’s voice about Percy. Harry remembered when he was eleven and Percy had just gotten his Prefect badge. He’d been quite showy about it, and Harry didn’t think he’d be any better about being Head Boy.

Now that he’d read his friends’ letters, it was time for the presents.

Harry opened the package from Ron first, and out tumbled what looked like a spinning top, except it was made of glass. The ones Sirius had given him from the Muggle stores had been made of wood. Harry had never seen one made of glass before.

The attached note said:

Harry — this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there’s someone untrustworthy around, it’s supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it’s rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn’t reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn’t realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup.

Bye —

Ron

Harry spun the top, but nothing happened. Harry thought it odd he’d never seen a Pocket Sneakoscope before, because he and Sirius had probably found just about every kind of magical toy there was. Maybe this wasn’t a toy. Or maybe it really was a rubbish souvenier.

Next, he opened Hermione’s gift. It was heavy, and he was expecting a book from her, but it turned out to be a Broomstick Servicing Kit. He was grateful for it — he’d nearly run out of Fleetwood’s High-Finish Handle Polish at the end of last year — except it made him frustrated he wasn’t allowed to use his broom.

He was about to open the third parcel, that had come with the Hogwarts owl, when he heard a door creak.

Harry looked up and saw his father walk into the dining room, wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas. He looked blearily at the lit gas lamps and then at Harry.

“You’re still awake?” James asked.

“I wanted to finish this before my birthday,” Harry said, and tapped his parchment.

James took a step back into the hallway to check the grandfather clock. “Ah, I’m sorry you aren’t finished yet, but happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“Your mum’s snoring, so I was just going to whip up a light sleeping potion. I see you already got some presents.” As James went into the kitchen, Harry followed.

“Yeah, Ron and Hermione. I think the last one’s from Hagrid. It came with my Hogwarts letter.”

“Wow, summer’s half over already.” James opened up the potions cupboard and pulled down a handful of bottles and jars. “We’ll have to get your school supplies soon.”

While James brewed the Sleeping Draught, Harry chatted about his presents from Ron and Hermione and the gifts they’d given him. When he’d finished telling his father about those, Harry started complaining about his essay. James had a few things to add to it, but not much.

“You should ask Remus on Thursday,” James said.

“But I want to be done with the essay now,” Harry sighed. “I want at least one weekend at Sirius’s.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to spend with Sirius,” James laughed. “I think your mother will agree that one month of grounding is enough. Besides, I miss playing Quidditch with you.”

Harry smiled. He had been suspecting for a while that his father was as gloomy about his grounding as he was. It was his mother who seemed terrified to let him out of the house. In her defense, she’d watched him fight an enormous basilisk at the end of May and nearly die from basilisk venom. She had earned some right to be over-protective.

For the hour that the Sleeping Draught simmered, James helped Harry finish his essay on witch burnings. That way they would have something to help argue to Lily that Harry’s grounding should be lifted.

Harry rolled up the parchment and sealed it. All summer homework was completed.

He went ahead and opened his present from Hagrid while James went to finish off the potion.

Inside the package was a book with scaly green binding, like a dragon’s hide. The title was printed in gold: Monster Book of Monsters. Harry didn’t get any further than that, because the book started snapping at his hands. Harry dropped it immediately. The book fell to the floor and started gnawing on the table leg. When Harry reached down to grab it, it bit his hand. He yelped, and his father came running.

James saw the book and dove to tackle it, but skittered away on its edge. James’s head hit the china cabinet. Thanks to some old Stabilizing Charms, nothing fell down. But the noise did wake Lily. The gas lamp in the hallway sprang to life and she walked into the kitchen with a robe over her pajamas.

“What is going on in — oh!” The book snapped at her bare feet and she quickly stomped on the cover, squishing the book closed. “Harry, James, what is this?”

James took the tie off of his own bathrobe and tied the book shut. “Harry’s birthday present from Hagrid. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised.”

“He says I’ll find it useful next year,” Harry said as he read over the birthday card Hagrid had sent him. “I wonder why.”

“What are the two of you even doing up?” Lily asked as she looked at the letters and wrappings on the table. “James, we’re doing presents in the morning.”

“These are from my friends,” Harry said quickly. “I was up finishing my homework and Hedwig brought them.”

“Oh.” Lily rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand. “It’s nearly three am. Both of you need to be in bed. Come on.” Lily turned off the gas lamp and the dining room went dark.

“Just got to clean up the potion, Lils,” James said. “Then I’ll be right —”

Before he could finish, a silver swan soared through the window. It passed through the glass, which surprised Harry. And then Harry realized it wasn’t a real swan at all, but some sort of silver projection of a swan.

The swan floated through the glass and came to rest on the table, where it vanished in a gentle burst of light.

“Alice?” Lily asked and turned the light back on.

“She never was good at the speaking part,” James said. “She’s probably just letting us know she’s Apparating —”

There was a loud knock at the door.

“Harry, can you put the cauldron away?” James asked, and followed Lily to the door.

Harry frowned, but did as his father asked. He had no interest in pressing the issue of being grounded.

He put the potion supplies back in the cupboard and washed out the cauldron, then replaced it under the sink. He was surprised he couldn’t hear his parents talking. The only Alice he knew of was Alice Longbottom, his friend Neville’s mother, and she was very loud. He turned the lights out in the kitchen, then the dining room, then poked his head into the hallway.

It was Alice Longbottom, still in the entryway. She was talking to his parents in hushed whispers. He only caught the end of it:

“We’ll both stay with you,” Lily said. “Harry’s been wanting to see Sirius anyway. Just give us a bit of time to pack.”

Harry didn’t understand at all. Alice left, and he heard the crack of her Apparating away once she crossed outside the Anti-Apparition line.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” James said. “Your mother and I are going to stay with the Longbottoms for a few days. You know we wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t important.”

Lily leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You’ll stay with Sirius while we’re there, okay? I’m sure you two will have a wonderful time.”

Harry was not very used to ruined birthdays. Last year had been the first disaster, visiting his Muggle cousin. This year, he’d expected to be ungrounded for his birthday, and to fly his broom again. But instead, he was being sent off to Sirius’s while his parents went to stay with someone else?

“I’m so sorry,” Lily said. “You know we love you, and we would never do this if it wasn’t an emergency. Go get your things you’ll want to take to Sirius’s. We’ll need to leave quickly.”

Harry grabbed the Sneakoscope and Broomstick Servicing Kit off the dining room table. He left behind the biting book.

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⟡⌜⇴ ABIGAIL SPENCER ⌠ 36 & she/her ⌡: have you seen SERAPHINA SELWYN ? SHE is an ESTATE MANAGER & WIZARD ART TEACHER who’s apparently also A DEATH EATER. When you see her walking around, be careful, because while she can be DUTIFUL and ARDENT, I heard she can also be pretty SADISTIC and DOGMATIC. ( cami & 18 & she/her & gmt )

↠ boi, get ready for a far too long wild ride as i try to do my best to attempt to write an evil character

THE SELWYNS:

↠ inter lutum duro mundus. i will stay clean in the mud. this sentence will greet you in every gate into a property of the old and noble selwyn family, and you can find it in the marble stones around the houses, in the ancient wooden framing of portraits, in the archives, filled with letters to loved ones with the gentle reminder that the selwyns will rise above any perils. it’s a message of comfort that even seraphina sometimes writes in such tempestuous times to her relatives. 

↠ the selwyns are the symbol of old money. and i do mean old. their records, with some alterations to the spelling of the family name, go back centuries, but some books claim them to be amongst those taught personally by hogwarts’ founders. the selwyns are very meticulous about history, especially THEIR history, what they can hide in it, what they can boast about, and how to keep careful records of everything. their archives are precious for wizard historians, and can often be found as references in books.

↠ the selwyns are also, or even, above all, symbols of tradition. while they’ve always kept building newer better houses, they’ve protected their oldest estates, and use some of them as museums of wizard history, just like we’d visit old castles and palaces. they turn good profit from all their estates, in which many find work, especially but not limited to house elves, and all sorts of countryside things you can imagine create money? they do it. farming, honey, wood, cattle, wine, cheese, horse and the raising of other more magical animals. the selwyns have quite the empire in the united kingdom and even some spots abroad.

↠ one specific tradition that has kept the family very relevant has always been the annual hunting celebration. started in the 1740s, it has evolved and changed but kept some traditional aspects: only purebloods are invited; it happens at the selwyn country house in north yorkshire (the first major estate of the family to survive till today); it’s a must-go october event, pouring rain or not, with large feasts set outside and inside; children run around with pretend wands and sticks, playing hunter; those old enough ( read: about seven or so and allowed by the parents ) leave into the woods with bloodhounds and return with all sorts of death. deer; gnomes; bore; doxys; nifflers; ducks; red caps; even misbehaved house elves; killed, skinned, and (most of them anyway) cooked in the same event.

↠ the selwyns are just so deeply embedded in wizard traditions and wizard history, even with very very very few of them ever having ministry related jobs. in fact, seraphina can only trace a few more distant cousins working at the ministry in the last 50 years, and there’s only ever been one selwyn minister in all british history. that is because their estates, their museums, the art pieces they collect in them and all the products of their country side holdings already provide all the power and money they could need. their parties, be it for hunting or not, are monumental events. everything they hold is a powerful part of the tourism industry in magical britain and everything they produce fills half the pantries of purebloods in the nation. the selwyns are simply a fundamental part of wizarding britain.

CHILDHOOD

↠ it was this simple: alma and octavio selwyn couldn’t have any biological children. after years of trying, it became obvious that there was some sort of problem. for a few generations, the once rather fruitful selwyns were having smaller and smaller batches of children, and many less important branches of the family were dying out - alma always blamed it on the classical pureblood inbreeding from both families.

↠ this is the part where i make shit up about wizard society and we run with it. adoption is very real in pureblood society, some cases fully hidden, others an open thing, but no one really properly talks about it. especially not when it comes to such an important and well respected family. it wouldn’t be the first time the selwyns or other wizards would have adopted a baby. it’s just tabu because in most cases, it’s not possible to fully confirm if the child is, in fact, a pureblood. the selwyns were assured by the orphanage for magical children in vancouver that the little girl, less than three years old, was a pureblood. their meticulous research lead to the same vague conclusion, but it was pointless, really. after all, the couple was in love with her big brown eyes from the moment they saw her in a photograph. “i just knew you were my daughter,” explained her mother once, in the rare occasion that the whole ordeal was mentioned. one change of name ( hannah, she’s been told, but it’s forbidden now ) and all of a sudden she was the long awaited HEIR to the fast aging couple. they were head over heels with the little girl and soon, despite the hints of controversy, so was most of pureblood society.

↠ there are questions in her mind that she’s yet to have the courage to ask. especially those concerning the legitimacy of her blood status. she’s the heiress of the selwyn throne, there is no space for doubts and self reflection in that. seraphina was always told to not show weakness, for others could taste it in the air and come in with wands raised. what could be weaker than doubting yourself?

↠  despite the occasional transgressions ( she remembers the way her mother slapped a cousin who dared to question her princess’ very pure blood, how the relatives from zurich were not allowed to visit anymore ) seraphina grew up rather sheltered and happy. in a family that highly values education and tradition, she was tutored by many, including some of her father’s old tutors, learning many languages, types of art, magical theory and, above all, the legacy of the selwyns and how to manage it in the future. she also learned all the fine skills of a high ranking lady, being sent for short periods of time to those small wizard finishing schools abroad - that all changed when her hogwarts letter came.

↠  suddenly, she wasn’t sharing her environment with other rich, powerful and mostly pure blooded little heirs. but she would stay clean in the mud. sorted into ravenclaw, it was an easy fit ( curious, competitive, a hub of knowledge, in everything for herself no matter how many backs she must stab ) but even her generation was too liberal. too many mudbloods complaining about being beaten by other students. too many blood traitors around her. seraphina was never the overly violent type ( despite having throw some jinxes at some people occasionally, and some other minor actions ), but her real accomplishments were the ↠  she started many groups and clubs while at hogwarts, in defense of a return to tradition, to the good old society in which muggle borns were ostracised, werewolves done away with eugenics, all the things that even in her time could be considered somewhat radical. and she got some following. the headmaster kept shutting them down, calling the groups hateful, and she’d calmly reply that they were simply trying to spread out some important philosophies. that didn’t stop complaints from flooding in, especially from concerned parents.

↠ seraphina, or sera for the close ones, didn’t need high grades. she had been groomed to run the many family businesses, starting with small sections when she was still at hogwarts and in the future to inherit it all, but she CRAVED learning, especially the sort of learning that could feed her views. she was very interested in history of magic and magical theory, and after some time caring for the family business, she returned to hogwarts. not quite full term ( damn binns taking up the position of teacher of history of magic ) but as the professor for one extracurricular - art. or rather, wizard art.

THE GREAT WIZARD WAR

↠ in the same year seraphina graduated from hogwarts, she was approached by voldemort. her views were so interesting and strong, and her family lineage so powerful that voldemort took it upon branding her with the dark mark and keeping her in his close circle almost immediately. her techniques are curiously vicious, and she truly approaches missions like fox hunting, loves letting some targets lose in forests and running after them. brings in dogs and other animals to scare them off. is very methodical and very cruel without a care - after all, they are an infestation. they are stealing places that belong to the truly worthy of magic, the purebloods such as her. they are ruining what’s meant to be a sacred and secret gift and destroying the great society wizards once were. how can she not be cruel to such sub-human kinds?

↠ that’s why she does what she does. she believes, with her whole heart, that she’s restoring the world by ridding it of all those impurities. and she’s so hellbent in her beliefs, so dogmatic.

↠ the selwyns have been associated with dark wizards before, but rarely ones this important, as they always feared they’d try to overrule them, overthrow the mighty family. their houses, however, were always safe harbours for dark wizards and those running from aurors - it is rumoured that grindelwald hid with the selwyns for quite some time as he organised his army. but seraphina always wanted to do something more, to leave her particular mark in the long family trees, especially given the little voice in her head that told her she did not belong there.

↠ not being a selwyn makes her want to be the most remarkable selwyn that has ever been.

↠ while she definitely had her hands full with high society living, being one of the managers of her family empire. and a devoted death eater, seraphina craved more. as such, at the age of 22, she earned the position of wizard art professor.

↠ she’s been teaching ever since ( despite the suspicions everyone, including staff, has about her off duty activities ), taking some time off and returning again, never fully committed as her responsibilities to the selwyn name are far more relevant. her knowledge of wizard art history, given how many pieces her family owns, secured the position for her, and she does genuinely enjoy having something to call her own, not just a family thing. it’s HER classroom. she also investigates the blood status of each of her students and after strings of terrible marks and rudeness to muggleborns, tells them she believes they’d find a better fit at the muggle art classes. her agenda is VERY much pushed in the classroom.

↠ while she does have a passion and skill with art, let’s be real. she mostly just teaches wizard art history and interpretation. field trips to one of the selwyn owned museums? every term. field trips to unseen works of art stored in off-public sites at a selwyn property? every term.

↠ her love for history is a bit twisted because while she does adore archives and all that stuff, she mostly just picks and chooses what goes along with her rhetoric. history revisionist? very much. go buy ‘the witch hunt for grindelwald’, ‘squibs and the charges of witchcraft against their own families - the horror of the spanish inquisition (1560-1710)’ and ‘tales from the resistance: interviews to death eaters active in the 1970s’. more books to come, definitely. all just as controversial.

↠ her second biggest passion, after history, is hunting. she was brought on the annual hunts ever since she was just a little kid and she grew a love for the rush of searching for something she wanted and getting it, even with blood on her gloves.

↠ the war has been dragging on, with some low points for the death eaters but more, especially lately, for their enemies. she’s been an unshakable supporter of the cause ever since the second she joined, having spilled much blood for it, her own and others’. does part of her wish it could finally end? ye. she wants to get on with her life properly without having to rush to missions all the time. but it can’t end until their goals are fulfilled and merlin, they’re still so far from it. so, dutiful as she is, seraphina doesn’t whisper a word, but she’s tired. they all are. if only she could lower her guard once more, just for one day, for one peaceful moment in which the world is right and all she and her partners have suffered and even died for can be real.

↠ she just wants some goddamned peace and quiet but also, she’d miss human hunting. because remember, awful person.

↠ has killed muggles who have somehow wandered into or near selwyn grounds despite all the spells around it. has thrown them to the dogs.

↠ currently mostly lives in one of the smallest estates, a country house in wales, just because it was always her favourite. her parents, both still alive, live in other estates, always moving around, and the three ( along with a few cousins, especially in the abroad businesses ) work together a lot but it’s very obvious that sera is very much in charge of most things. her parents are old, tired, and more than ready to let their very well prepared jewel do as she pleases.

↠ can often be found reading or writing. especially letters. sends the LONGEST letters with a meticulous elegant handwriting. the selwyn family seal is always in them as is the family motto.

↠ still tries to start shit with hate groups !! still founds them, supports them, is very open about her beliefs and about her support of the death eaters ( even if she never tells anyone she’s one ). sends letters to the ministry to ask for social measures considered by many archaic and purist. writes op-eds. also, buy her books !! they’re full of ideology, history revisionism and currently on sale in your local bookstore.

↠ that’s the thing, you can’t quiet seraphina. her name means fiery and for good reason - she’s calm and collected and beyond well educated, but if she explodes, her rage is a wildfire. and when she feels something, she feels is so damn much. and can’t really cope with most of those feelings so she just hides away where there’s some pretty art or where she can hold an animal’s corpse.

↠ what is emotional stability? what is healthy coping? what is feeling anything but the very extreme?

↠ always wears robes. expensive, custom made, gold thread and that sort of shit in it, but always wizard robes, even if they’re just over a beautiful outfit. looks very traditional and very regal at all times.

↠ also wears gloves very often. good for not staining her hands, and also because has a bit of a thing with germes.

↠ the mental image of her grinning has me so confused because she is DEEPLY passionate about things and people and life, but she can as easily be grinning while looking at a 16th century painting, at a lover, or at the tortured pleading nearly-dead body of a muggle.

↠ she’s a terrible person. fight her.

character parallells: ramsay bolton ( game of thrones ), serena waterford ( handmaid’s tale ), the argents ( teen wolf ), katherine pierce ( the vampire diaries ), jessica huang ( fresh off the boat ), lucy preston ( timeless ), jessica pearson ( suits), arya stark ( game of thrones ), veronica lodge ( riverdale ), cristina yang ( grey’s anatomy ), idk pals i’m bad at this bit

pinterest board ; timeline ; stats

#tragicum:intro #blood tw #death tw #animal cruelty tw #!!! #it's wayu too damn long

[probably-lucifer]

This is an excerpt from my fanfiction “Building A Home” on AO3 that will likely be what I use for the last chapter. Hydrangea Lotus Potter is Harry’s twin whose name I had a lot of trouble with.

After the end of the war.

Ron and Hermione walked around afterward searching for Harry, Hydrangea, and Draco who had disappeared shortly after the battle ended, about fifteens minute into their search the trio were found sleeping in a near circle around a tree, one that reached so high it didn't truly seem to end as far as Hermione could tell, but then again, magic was strange sometimes. Draco was Harry was sitting up straight head against the strangely tall tree, with Draco in between his legs, one leg up to provide the two balance, and Hydrangea curled into the both of them with her arms curled around Teddy, who had finally been retrieved from Severus near the end of the battle.

"We should wake them up 'Mione," Ron said, though he made no move to do so, though he did yawn as well. "I don't think they'll wake up Ron. I'm so tired, maybe I ought to take a nap with them, join us?" She said both sat down on the trunk of the tree, as Ron settled on her shoulder she thought to herself that everything felt right.

Only a second or two later did Fred and George and Lee appear in what was in an awfully large clearing, full of warm fragrant flowery scents and a rather large tree if a bit familiar tree, "Could use a nap boys, this looks good a place as any." Lee said, gesturing to the five kids already there. Fred nodded once and move to sit next to Ron, Lee next to him, and George next to him Fred and George both leaned onto Lee, who tilted his head down and fell into a gentle rest.

Moments later five more stumbled along to the siren song of the wind through the beautiful trees, Blaise, Pansy, their girlfriend Ginny, Blaise's boyfriend Neville, and their lovely friend Luna.

"We should join them," Blaise said as he moved to lean on Harry's side, sure that Harry wouldn't mind. "Yes, that sounds nice," Pansy said as she laid in Blaise's lap pulling her uniform hat out of her bag and handing Blaise a wide brim panama black hat. Luna gently guided Neville along to the tree as their friends fell asleep against a Warriors Nest.

A tree Neville had read about back in his fourth year, a tree that only appeared to warriors in need of rest, and healing. It would take care of them, and keep them safe, and there was absolutely no way to fight against such a powerful thing, unless you were Luna, but then, the fae are like that, though he didn't doubt that she would casually rest among them the entire time as well, because, Luna was like that.

"Don't worry Neville, all will be well," Luna said in that dreamy voice of hers. He wonders sometimes if her voice is as magic as the rest of her as he sits own and lifts Pansy's legs onto his, as Luna curls onto his shoulder,  just before he falls into a deep slumber he tilts his head up to the sun, and sees a phoenix sweeping the grounds. He has no need to wonder who she searches for, sends out a whistle soft as the wind, and is asleep before she lands.

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Years go by, almost nineteen since the battle ended on that cold winter's day, almost nineteen years since The Twin Commanders, and Their Generals were found against a Warriors Nest asleep. No one could be sure if they were happy the war was truly over, or if they were sad that the thirteen children they'd found were the leading commanders and generals of an adults game of War.

Molly Weasley took over as Charms teacher, prodigy that she'd been she was an even greater professor, she commonly brought snacks for her class to eat while she explained theory as she found it helped limit talking, and, in her deepest hearts, it helped ease the pain of having so few mouths to feed. She visited her children, many that they were every day, at the end of the day, weather permitting as per her husbands requests, to clean off the random debrief, and tell them about her day as there's always something interesting happening in Charms, even if that something is, for once, nothing. She thinks sometimes, that they can hear her, there were all those rumors after all, and once, she swears she heard a disgusted murmur of maroon that sounded so like her Ron she cried. Still knitted him a maroon sweater though, at this point it's tradition.

Percy Weasley headed the department of Muggle and Muggleborn Integration, were a very select group of people are sent to observe the households of Muggleborns, and either have them taken into one of the many orphanages, or introduce them to the wizarding world a year (or more depending on magical strength and whatnot) before their children are set to attend Hogwarts. It was a fantastically well-run department. Though he made sure everyone thought he only visited on Holidays and birthdays he went to the tree in the forest whenever he felt particularly stressed, or after a nightmare kept him awake far too long. His husband is the only one who knows, though he dutifully pretends he has "No idea where Percy's run off to, what do mean?"

Oliver Weasley-Wood was quite proud of his husband Percy, and their children (Of which Percy is certain have duplicated, but he's not entirely certain nor does he want to be a bad dad, plus the children are always, or at least mostly always, happy whenever he picks them up from primary school on his way home from work, and thus, hasn't asked.), and his Quidditch team The Appleby Arrows, of which he was Captain and Keeper of. He visits The group whenever h has a particularly interesting Quidditch match, and he also visited the night before he (Very publicly) proposed to Percy. Sometimes he thinks they laugh a little, they do.

Sirius Lupin-Black and his husband Remus Lupin-Black are each pioneering the department of magical creatures, and vastly improving the way magical creatures are treated, Sirius originally started doing so to improve things for his husband and came to realize he’d found a passion he hadn’t considered before. Pulling one over on stuffy old racists purebloods. Remus quite enjoys teaching alternating between Hogwarts and Cambridge with his best friend Nymphadora Tonks the mother of his and Sirius’ child, Teddy Lupin-Black. Each is saddened by the loss of their children greatly and visit almost as often as Minerva, and Molly. They always end up crying a little.

Narcissa Malfoy often brings gifts and accessories made from the flowers and plants in her garden, she sometimes hosts tea with all the mothers' of their saviors, even leaves a chair open for Lily Potter, who she knows must've been an amazing woman to create such wonderful children. She brings Lucius every holiday, even though he barely speaks a word on those days, and every birthday, where he leaves presents he saw that reminded him of the little rugrats that occupied his halls so often.

He does not say it, but occasionally he and Severus sit under a nearby tree and speak of anything and nothing. It is calming for the two of them to feel the volatile magic of their thirteen wards. Narcissa never brings it up though.

Minerva McGonagall took to being headmistress with all the grace of her animagus form, she still hadn't aged a day it seemed. She was still strict but kind, watchful and wary, curious and intelligent. Every Saturday evening she ventured into the forest to tell her children stories of her week. She is well aware that she is heard, she is well aware that they are fine, but she is also well enough aware that she misses each and every one of the little shits.

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#fanfiction #Harry Potter #draco malfoy #Hermione Granger #Ron Weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #lee jordan #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #neville longbottom #Luna Lovegood #molly weasley #oliver wood #percy weasley #narcisa malfoy #lucius malfoy #severus snape #(He's not an abusive POS in this fic I swear) #(He's still cranky though) #minerva mcgonagall #sirius black #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #teddy lupin #first draft

[winryofresembool]

Fic Masterpost

I decided to make a list of all my EdWin fics so far, because going through tags can be a bit tricky with my current theme (I should change it soon). So, here we go:

One-shots:

The Way He Saw Her 

My first and shortest EdWin fic I’ve posted. Some short glimpses of moments between Ed and Winry post-promised day. Canon verse. (Romance (?), non-explicit sexual themes)

“I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to”

A scene between Ed and Winry on the day when Ed and Al returned to Resembool post Promised day. Canon verse. (Fluff, some hurt/comfort)

Survivor’s Guilt

After finding out about Winry’s pregnancy, Ed starts seeing nightmares about things that happened a long time ago. Canon verse. (Angst, hurt/comfort, bits of fluff)

“Eyes on Me”

Winry tries to calm a nervous Ed down before their first dance at their wedding reception. Canon verse. (Fluff, humor)

Future is full of possibilities

Ed realizes that everyone else has started to move on after the Promised Day except him. Winry tries to comfort him. Canon verse. (Fluff and even more fluff)

Mood Swings

Ed and Winry are fighting again, but Winry realizes there might be something more behind her raging emotions. Canon verse. (Fluff)

Bath Time 

Al is done with Ed and Winry’s bickering, so he makes them wash Den together. The pair finally talks about their feelings. Canon verse. (Fluff, humor?)

Hogwarts Houses

Ed and Winry chatting about what Hogwarts house they’d belong to. Modern day texting AU. (Fluff, humor)

Elric Family Trait

Ed and Winry’s daughter Emma gets into trouble, and her teacher needs to call her parents. Emma’s father isn’t happy about it. Canon verse. (Fluff, humor. Dad!Ed ♥)

I Choose You

Ed, Winry and Pokémon puns. Enough said. hangonsilvergirl’s It’s Not a Big Deal universe! Modern day texting AU. (humor, fluff)

Valentine’s Gifts

Ed and Winry’s class is assigned to get a small present to a classmate for the Valentine’s day. Ed is far from happy about it. High school AU. (fluff, humor)

Behind the Window

Post promised-day Edwin from an elderly couple’s point of view. Canon verse (fluff)

Misunderstandings and Icy Kisses

Ed comes home from a hockey game trip only to find out that something went wrong while he was gone. Ice skating AU, takes place a good year after the ‘main’ fic. (Fluff)

A Nightmare

Winry sees a nightmare about the past events and finally opens up about something that has been bothering her for a long time. Post promised day. (Hurt/comfort, maybe a bit fluffy)

Drabble

In which the dorks are arm wrestling.

A Letter from Creta

Ed writes to Winry while he’s traveling on his own in Creta.

503 Week: Travel aka Packing issues

Ed, Winry and their two children are about to travel to Central, but getting ready for it seems more challenging than expected. Canon verse. (fluff)

503 Week: Tears aka Gold Medal Celebration

What happens after Ed finally wins something big? Ice skating au. (fluff)

503 Week: Home 

Ed wonders why he always keeps coming back to Resembool. Canon verse. (General, a bit fluffy towards the end?)

503 Week: Endure

Pregnancy and Winry are not a good combination, but luckily she has someone to take care of her. Canon verse. (kinda fluffy)

Multi-chapters:

EdWin on Ice/Ice skating au (on-going)

chapter 1, 2, 3, 4 + ‘outtake’ (see also Misunderstandings and Icy Kisses)

Ed is a hockey player who left to the Olympics with only one thought in his mind: he wanted to win gold. What he wasn’t expecting was that he’d find something far more valuable in form of a blonde haired figure skater. Ice skating AU. (In the moment of writing this, I can’t tell how many chapters there are gonna be.) (Fluff, humor, possibly hurt/comfort later on) 

Birthdays (complete)

How Ed and his daughter’s 5th birthdays differ from each other. Canon verse (fluff, some hurt/comfort)

part 1, part 2

#edwin #my fics #edward elric #winry rockbell #edward x winry

[bcnjaminollivandcr]

Benjamin Garrick Ollivander + Questionnaire

trigger warning ; miscarriage & teen pregnancy

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Name:

Benjamin Garrick Ollivander III

Nickname(s):

Benny, Ben, Benji

Reason for name:

There have actually been two other Benjamin Garrick Ollivanders among his ancestors but Benjamin was his great uncle’s name and Garrick his grandfather’s name.

Birthday: Fifth of June 2003

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Diagon Alley, London, England, UK

Places lived since:

Diagon Alley from birth

Hogwarts during the school year from age eleven to nineteen

A house in St Albans that he bought for himself and Skye MacDougal

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations:

Gervaise Ollivander - father - son of Garrick and Morgaine. He is a halfblood and Gryffindor alumni. He worked at Ollivanders Wand Shop since he was nineteen  until his son was old enough to take over. He never done or wanted to do anything else - wanted, even needed, his oldest son to follow in his footsteps. He married Sophia in 2001 and has two children, Ben and Laurel

Sophia Ollivander (née Fawcett) - mother - daughter of Alaric and Ingrid. She is a pureblood and Ravenclaw alumni. She is a housewife but sometimes helps out at Ollivander’s Wand Shop with her son. She is married to Gervaise with two children, Ben and Laurel

Number of siblings: One 

Laurel Ollivander 

Relationship with family (close? estranged?):

Although Ben does not want to work for the family business, he and Gervaise have an okay relationship. It is only strained for Ben because he never told his father that he would rather do something else with his life. Otherwise, they have always had a decent bond and can have conversations about other aspects of their lives with no problems.

Ben has not told his mother, Sophia about what he actually wanted to do with his future but part of him believes that she knows. Sophia is always the one to change the topic when a conversation about the wand shop is brought up which he is eternally grateful for. Ben is a huge mama’s boy and would never let anything happen to her. He hopes to find a woman one day that loves him as much as his mother loves his father and vice versa (and he has).

Laurel is more than a younger sister to Ben. She’s his best friend, his shoulder to cry on. He’s her protector, her guide whenever she needs it. He believes that even if they weren’t brother and sister their souls would be entwined and they’d be destined to love each other in the way brothers and sisters do. He isn’t sure what he would do without her and would do anything for her. Even give up the future he wants for hers. His one goal in life is to see her happy, always.

Happiest memory: The day that Skye McDougal agreed to marry him and then when they eloped.

Childhood trauma:

Ben has lived a very happy life, with little trauma. If he were asked about the most traumatic event in his life, he would say when he fell down the stairs at age seven from his home above the shop into it. He broke two bones and was left with a nasty scar on his head, often hidden by his hair. He was in a coma for two weeks and suffered temporary short term memory loss.

Children of his/her own?:

Karina Ollivander-MacDougal (unborn) - Ben got Skye pregnant in his sixth year and she had decided to name her Karina. She had a miscarriage so she was never born but Ben still considers her his child.

Apolline Davies (pretend) - Ben is not actually her father but when Natalie Davies told him that she had gotten pregnant by a teacher, he volunteered to pretend to be the real father to protect them. Apolline is actually Ben’s goddaughter and he is very close with her. It is becoming more and more obvious that Ben is not the real father but he still keeps up the act.

PHYSICAL

Height: 6″

Weight: 190lbs

Build: Athletic, Incredibly Buff

Nationality: English - African & Filipino descent

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): 

Ben potentially has addictive tendencies. After his breakup with Gigi Perri and finding out Skye was betrothed to Jace Greengrass, he started drinking all the time. He cleaned up his act before it got really bad but given his partying past, it is likely he would have become a full blown alcoholic.

Though never diagnosed, Ben often experiences dissociation when going through traumatic experiences. This became prominent after his fall down the stairs when he got out of the coma. One prominent time that this happened was after Ben found out that Skye had had a miscarriage. It is usually only Laurel who can bring him out of these states.

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Clear

Hair color: Black

Usual hair style: Shaved

Eye color: Dark Brown

Glasses? Contacts?: 20/20 Vision

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): 

While at work, Ben tends to wear fairly smart clothes; a nice shirt and black trousers, occasionally with a nice jacket as well.

When out of work, Ben simply wears jeans and a t-shirt. When he was younger, said t-shirts would have had funny slogans across them but now they re plainer.

If Ben wears anything in bed, it would simply be boxers but frequently he sleeps naked.

Health:

Ben is incredibly healthy. He eats well and exercises to keep fit. He rarely gets sick although he is prone to the occasional scars or broken bones from Quidditch and accidents.

Grooming:

Ben does not wear makeup. He goes for a run some mornings or evenings and usually showers after that. If he doesn’t run, he showers in the morning. He keeps his clothes clean and rarely wears any that smell or have stains. He does not pluck his eyebrows. He cuts his hair frequently to keep the shave close to his head.  

Tattoos? Piercings?:

Ben has several tattoos but there are four very important ones: a blue, watercolor feathered wing on his left shoulder as seen in his Instagram profile represents Gigi (though he did not tell anyone that), a laurel wreath on the middle of his upper back to represent Laurel, a cloud to represent Skye on his left ankle and the Karina constellation on his upper left arm for his unborn daughter. He has no piercings.

Accent?:  

Predominantly English. 

Ben speaks broken Tagalog with a Filipino accent which sometimes breaks through when speaking English too.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits:

Ben runs a hand over his head, especially when stressed or upset.

He cracks his knuckles in anticipation before a Quidditch match or important event.

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Hogwarts Graduate

Gifts/talents/skills:

Ben was a beater for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team at Hogwarts and was considered an excellent player with the exception of one or two matches where he had been drinking beforehand.

Wandmaking is part of the Ollivander genes. Ben was taught how to from a young age by his father and despite not wanting to do it, he is good at it.

Ben was always a fan of music. So much so that he asked for piano lessons when he was younger which his mother arranged. He only sometimes plays now.

Ben is good at picking up languages. He speaks fluent English and Spanish and is learning Latin, French and Tagalog.

Shortcomings:

Extremely overprotective is one way that Ben has always been described. This may not sound like a bad thing but he would literally rather be unhappy than let those he cares about be unhappy themselves or get hurt.

Ben used to have serious trouble with commitment. He would give up on something when it got difficult. For example, in his first relationship with Skye, they were fighting so much that he just broke if off without trying to figure out the truth.

Ben is prone to drinking and partying. Less so now that he is working, married and trying to have children with Skye but when at Hogwarts it got to the point where it was nearly a problem.

Benjamin is allergic to nuts.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.):  Ben speaks articulately especially in a formal setting and he usually uses a strong and confident tone which reflects his personality. He speak less confidently when using other languages.

Religious stance: Agnostic

Cautious or daring?: Daring

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to:

Karina is one of the things that hurts Ben most to talk about. Not only because he’d lost a child but also because he didn’t know about it and gave up on his and Skye’s relationship the first time around without knowing the truth. Not many people know about it though.

Ben’s past relationships are also a topic of sensitivity for him. Despite his difficulty with commitment back then, he was very much in love with both of them and deeply regrets the mistakes he made.

Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist

Extrovert or introvert?: Extrovert

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: Married to Skye MacDougal

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Past relationships:

Skye MacDougal - Ben initially dated Skye when they were in Hogwarts. It was a near perfect relationship but when she fell pregnant and shortly afterward had a miscarriage, they started fighting and eventually broke things off. A few years later, they rekindled the relationship and quickly got engaged and then eloped.

Level of sexual experience:

Ben has slept with many, many people, male and female. During his years at Hogwarts, he was known to be a player when he wasn’t in a relationship due to his naturally flirty and charming personality.  Known people he has had sexual relations with is Skye MacDougal, Gigi Perri, Aleksander Gaunt and Apolline Davies.

Most comfortable around (person): Laurel Ollivander, Skye MacDougal, Natalie Davies & Aleksander Gaunt

Oldest friend: Aleksander Gaunt

Pets?: Tabby cat named Laurie, after his sister

VOCATION

Profession: Manager at Ollivander’s Wand Shop

Past occupations: N/A

Passions:

Quidditch

Piano

Partying (formerly for the most part)

Attitude towards current job:

Ben does not like his job but he does not let that be known to anybody and just deals with it day by day.

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees:

Ben runs the Diagon Alley branch on his own as his dad stepped down from the job after his son graduated.

SECRETS

Phobias: 

Arachnophobia / Fear of Spiders

Fear of Unhappiness / Being Unfulfilled

Life goals:

Ben‘s life goal is actually his sister’s. He wants her to be a successful professional Quidditch player and not get dragged into the family business like he did. 

He wants to start a family. They have been trying to have children with not a whole lot of luck but are not giving up yet.

Greatest fears:

Ben’s greatest fear is 100% losing the people he cares about including his sister, wife, his daughter/goddaughter and closest friends. 

Most ashamed of:

Finding out about Skye’s pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage after the fact and not trying to figure out why the fighting had started back then.

Compulsions:

Up until recently, Ben had a serious problem keeping his sexual desires in check. During his relationships, it was easier to control but before, after and in between, he could be reckless with the people he slept with. That might be why it was so easy for people to believe that he had knocked up Natalie Davies.

Crimes committed:

Ben has taken part in underage drinking & drug use but was never caught or convicted.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her self/life?:

He wishes he could choose a different career path but he knows that will never happen.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine:

On weekdays, Ben wakes up at around seven and goes for a run on most mornings. He then showers and gets ready for work. He apparates to Diagon Alley opens the shop about nine and spends the morning serving customers, sorting wands and making them. He closes the shop for lunch between twelve and one and then does the same thing in the afternoon as the morning. He closes the shop at half past six. Usually he apparates home after that but occasionally he might stop for  drink at the Leaky Cauldron or, if Skye is working a night shift, he might go and visit Natalie and Apolline in Hogsmeade before going home and going to bed.

On weekends, Ben’s plans can vary from babysitting his goddaughter, spending time with his wife, friends and/or Laurel, or possibly doing a weekend shift at the shop depending on the time of year.

Night owl or early bird?: Night Owl

Light or heavy sleeper?: Heavy Sleeper

Favorite food: Waffles

Favorite book: Quidditch Through The Ages

Favorite movie: Citizen Kane

Favorite song: Likes most music

Favorite color: Purple

Coffee or tea?: Tea

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Crunchy

Type of car he/she drives: Does not drive and does not plan to learn.

Lefty or righty?: Righty

Cusser?: Definitely

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Occasionally. Definitely. Rarely.

#tw: pregnancy #tw: miscarriage #sdhqtask1 #&& wandmaker #cd #tasks #what's wrong with a little queue

[crucioslut]

☛ (Context: on a mission)

“Don’t mistake me, Rodolphus..” Bella said smoothly, having been beaming about her lust to kill their hunt only seconds prior. However, it was a Hogwarts professor they’d been assigned to capture. A slowing one who had taught them both and had since grown weak and old with the passing years. The teacher still held certain gifts, and had grown close to Harry Potter. It was the Dark Lord’s intent, Bellatrix believed, to break the unlucky wizard into helping them get to Potter in the easiest way. It certainly wouldn’t be hard. 

Rodolphus and Bellatrix had snuck their way onto the Hogwarts ground alarmingly easily for a school that was well-aware of the demand for Harry Potter. Shouldn’t they be trying to protect him? Their efforts were shockingly deplorable. “I respect and honour the Dark Lord’s wishes.” She defended herself. “More than any of us.. But could you imagine how easy it would be, to just tippy toe into potter’s quarters, during such a peaceful night,” She whispered. “Deep in his slumber.. To first strike him dead, then all of his little friends..one-by-one as they scramble about to try to avenge him.” Bellatrix had a recurring thought daily, that if she could kill Potter herself, her Lord would be impressed, amazed. Reward her. Luckily, Rodolphus knew better.

 “It seems so... needless to focus our attention on this old bat who may drop dead before we even present him to the Dark Lord!” She hissed, excitedly. Before she could say another word, some voices were heard just over the hill that separated them from the building. Rod’s finger silenced her, and her eyes widened before softening again. She was ready for an attack, but shut up and instead waited curiously for the voices to pass. When they did, she continued speaking, even quieter this time. “This is a simple task. Nothing these children will be able to stop us from accomplishing. Lets go now.” 

[allurehq-blog]

blood status: halfblood clubs: astronomy club, charms club pronouns: she/they sexuality: polysexual polyamorous 

BIOGRAPHY

Sybill Mistry-Trelawney has always known she wasn’t typical. Born the surprise second daughter to a Gujarati pureblood woman disowned for marrying a muggleborn man, she grew up understanding the weight of being atypical. She was never allowed to tell the other children in her neighborhood about magic, her playdates were carefully monitored by her parents, and if she slipped up then she’d not be allowed playdates for a long time. Atypical as she was, Sybill never thought she was somehow strange. Even growing up without a living mother from age six felt normal because she was used to it. Her father, despite a stranger to magic and the Sight until meeting his wife, never made Sybill feel strange for her gift - on the contrary, he asked her to read his palm or his cards often and he encouraged his daughter to explore her gift like it was any other talent. Was she aware she was different? Of course, it wasn’t until Hogwarts that she understood that different didn’t mean the same thing to her and her father as it did to other people. Including the older sister she once looked up to When other students would whisper and suddenly stop when she came into sight, she reminded herself that they were just being kids, that this was just a thing kids did and they weren’t trying to hurt her feelings on purpose. First year was spent getting used to hearing half-assed excuses to not sit with her at lunch, or form a study group, or split the treats her father mailed her. Even her older sister ignored her so she wouldn’t embarrass her in front of her friends by bumping into someone and saying, “Oh…I’m sorry your pet just died” or “don’t worry about what the healers say, your dad isn’t dying anytime soon.” And you know what? Maybe she was okay with that. Friends and clubs were only a distraction from academics. Even the clubs she eventually did join (Astronomy and Charms) were academic based and helped foster her interest in the subjects. Sybill was part of something beyond this bland earthly realm. The gift of Sight coursed through her veins and if there was anything she remembered about her late mother, it was her love of the Sight, her belief that it was truly a gift meant to be honed and shared, not a curse to be kept under wraps. If there was one thing she could do to be close to her mother and honor her memory it was truly master the Sight. So that is what she set out to do. For the first and as of yet last time in her life, eleven year old Sybill Trelawney went to the Headmaster and requested she be given tutoring from the divination teacher under the condition that she not earn anything below an A in her classes come midterms. The tutoring helped Sybill channel some of the Sight energy into things like tarot readings, palm readings, and tea leaves instead of the embarrassing habit of bumping into someone and blurting out something personal about a schoolmate. Sybill has changed since first year. From a frightened, awkward little kid with no friends to the calm, still awkward young adult with few but loyal friends and a boyfriend, from someone who lived under control of the Sight to someone who reveled in it, and from the kid nobody wanted to be around to someone acceptable to be seen speaking to…sort of. It’s not quite a 180, that much they have to admit, but they won’t deny that this is a place they didn’t think they’d be five years ago. Maybe they should wish she was never here at all. At the end of the school year, Gilderoy and Kingsley, their best friend and their boyfriend, will be leaving for bigger and better things. Gilderoy has already been acting distant. He probably wants to start breaking off the friendship early so he’ll be string free come N.E.W.T.S. Sybill doesn’t blame him. This is her we are talking about. And Kingsley…Kingsley was an interesting case, wasn’t he? Three years together (“together?”) and neither of them had managed to say those three words. It would be kinder to stay silent, despite the words burning at the tip of their tongue, leave whether to end this or continue it up to Kingsley post-graduation, but Sybill is sick of being hopelessly selfless. What would be so wrong about telling him how they really feel? Why can’t she want things for herself?

CONNECTIONS

gilderoy lockhart; the best friend. sybill spent most of her childhood on her own, so to find herself surrounded with tons of other people around her left her with the need to adapt and acclimate to this new social climate. being in ravenclaw gave her the opportunity to meet like-minded people to herself - people who enjoy logic and deep thinking. it shouldn’t have been that difficult in perspective, but as sybill walked through the halls of the school for the first year of her schooling, she was timid and too afraid to break out of the shell that surrounded her, even when people may have tried. however, during the second and third years in school, she continually had run ins with another ravenclaw by the name of gilderoy lockhart. although she was still hesitant in terms of branching out, gilderoy simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. he was relentless in the terms of wanting to talk to her and know her and being around her. he was interested in having his palm read or finding out about what his tarot cards could’ve said, and constantly wanted to know what sybill had to say. it was the first time that she could remember anyone actively seeking her attention out, and it felt wonderful. as the two of them continued to spend more time together, sybill found herself more and more trusting in him, talking more and leaning on him for support more - rather than just focusing on herself. the two are very close, not letting a day go by in which they don’t speak to each other or confide in one another. lately, though, sybill can’t help but notice that gilderoy has been acting differently around her. he’s quieter, almost uncomfortable when it comes to the two of them having conversations with one another, and always is avoiding the opportunities to spend time with her and kingsley. sybill is tempted to ask gilderoy what’s wrong or if something has happened, but every time she tries to bring up the topic, he changes it immediately or suddenly remembers something that he has to do. she wonders if he is no longer interested in being friends with her or has finally started to side with everyone else on how she’s a freak - the thought of both capable of breaking her heart. she’s wracked her brain to try and figure out what could possibly be driving gideon away from her, but consistently comes up empty handed.

pandora selwyn; the confliction. it’s no surprise that pandora is known for being everything that sybill is not, and that’s been made clear time and time again from their interactions. sybill is reserved and quiet, a sharp contrast to pandora’s overwhelming enthusiasm and outgoing nature. sybill enjoys her solitude and her meditative personalities, where pandora seems to thrive off of interactions with other people. the two of them met on the first train that they took to hogwarts, pandora constantly talking sybill’s ear off about what laid ahead of them. it was so much of an overload of interaction, that sybill immediately closed herself off to the other girl. however, the strangest thing was that pandora wasn’t easy to shake off, someone who was consistently trailing after sybill. this is something that hasn’t let up over the past six years, which only causes sybill to question things more - and draw further into herself, leaving her wondering if there’s some sort of ulterior motive to pandora’s interest in her. pandora is saving seats for her in class, or seeking her out in the dining area, or trying to convince sybill to spend time with her, but sybill just wants pandora to leave her alone. with the time that’s passed between them, and pandora refusing to give up on trying to get to know sybill, sybill has yet to reciprocate. the other girl is definitely persistent. the fact still remains, however, that all this time sybill has wondered what it would be like to have more friends. yet here she had this one person right in front of her who is actively looking to befriend her, and she can’t take the plunge. she’s questioned herself a lot of times on what could possibly be holding her back, but it always comes back to the same idea, no matter how many years or how many friends have passed - that sybill still cannot understand why someone would want to befriend her, and so does not believe it.

kingsley shacklebolt; the true love. they originally met through gilderoy - as sybill was his closest friend, and kingsley was his roommate, so the three of them were consistently hanging out around each other day after day. and for a while, it remained like that, the three of them inseparable and always together. but as time continued to pass, sybill realized that there was air between her and kingsley that was nothing like the dynamic that already existed between her and gilderoy. with gilderoy, she saw him as something akin to a brother, a beautiful foil to her own personality. however, with kingsley - it was something new and different, something that left her cheeks glowing pink and her stomach tumbling as soon as she saw him. it was something that she wanted to disappear, the inking feelings of attraction. sybill may not have had experience with love or relationships, but she’d read enough books to understand what it meant to fall like that for someone who was completely and utterly out of her league. kingsley was wonderful - well-liked among everyone in their house and someone who was relatively popular. more than that, kingsley was someone that she enjoyed to have in her life, and to confess something like feelings for him would only throw a wrench into that. however, she ended up not needing to say anything at all, as one day out of the blue, kingsley took her by surprise and kissed her. they had been sitting by the lake, moments after gilderoy had left the two of them behind, and kingsley leaned over out of nowhere to kiss sybill. it was everything that she had dreamed of, and everything she thought she’d never get. but from that point on, the two of them only grew closer and closer, starting to dated during her third year. with her sixth year coming around, three years having passed in their relationship, sybill is slowly wondering if she’s ready to say those big three words to cement their relationship. she believes that she’s in love with him, and only wants to think more and more about their future relationship, but in the same vein, saying something like that is a big commitment, and one that she’s not sure that she’s ready for.

septima vector; the accidental vision. with her abilities and her inexperience, sybill’s talents as a seer is something that she’s recently been trying to get under control. slowly and surely, she’s getting more strength in terms of her control, with every passing day she’s finding more balance and precision in seeing her premonitions. but when the acumen isn’t there, all it takes is someone to bump her in the corridor, and it’s as if she’s seeing right through their eyes - perhaps even seeing things that they haven’t even seen before. when this happens, she usually will keep her voice quiet and what she sees to herself, as there’s no point in spreading the tales of what’s unknown. in her mind, this is just creating more unnecessary chaos. but then she found herself on the side of a vision from septima vector, and it was a completely different experience. people knew what happened to septima in the girl’s first year at school, of the accident that had taken place by the lake. the whispers were around the corridors and in the ravenclaw common room for weeks and months to follow - especially because no one was aware of who was behind the unfortunate mishap that had caused the damage, and no one was willing to step forward. septima had carried on, though, a different girl than the one that had entered the school but one that knew she’d leave hogwarts stronger than when she came in. when sybill found herself in close proximity with the girl one afternoon, her guard was down, and the vision happened before she even had the chance to react - experiencing the afternoon that had changed septima’s life through her eyes. but then, she saw more, the visions flashing before her eyes, and getting a glimpse of a figure running away from the scene as quickly as possible. the culprit. sybill knows who is behind the accident, and she could easily point them out to septima, just as she could easily point them out to the administration. she’s not sure if it’s something that she should come forward with, knowing that it could damage the person’s life from here on out. but the longer she sits on the truth, though, the more uncomfortable she grows - as it leaves guilt within her as well. 

SYBILL TRELAWNEY IS PORTRAYED BY CHARLI XCX, AND SHE IS TAKEN BY MCKALA.

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