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date: dec 22, 1986 time: 12:30 pm location: Hogsmeade status: closed for Varian w/ @magical-to-a-tee

Varian watched as the other stepped out from one of the shops and start off in the opposite direction. They knelt down and gathered up some snow to form a decently sized snowball in it. In a matter of moments the snowball was launched towards Tee, hitting him in the back and exploding on impact.

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date: dec 21, 1986 time: 1:45 pm location: The Spiny Serpent status: closed for Varian w/ @rosemarten

Varian gave a little nod as he took the two drinks and carried them over to the table where Rosaura was sitting. They set both down and slid one over to her before taking a seat in the other chair. He took a drink and his face immediately showed several signs of regret. Varian swallowed down the bit in his mouth. A hard, pained swallow "Oh that is - I think they dumped an entire thing of cinnamon in this."

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date: dec 19, 1986

time: 1:20 pm

location: Sugarplums

status: closed for Varian w/ @aetheriuswrites

"I don't care what anyone says black licorice is a greater affront to the world than Voldemort ever was." Varian mused aloud as he picked up a couple of the non-black ones to go along with the seasonal treats they'd already picked out to give to some of their cousins' kids at the family holiday gathering.

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date: dec 16, 1986 time: 10:42 pm location: Hogsmeade status: closed for Bertram w/ @moonbiting

It had been another long night out for Bertram, but at least he'd managed to get another chapter in his book finished. The first half of it had come two weeks prior before he'd been hit with a crippling case of writer's block. He'd had a few drinks as he sat in the corner of the Three Broomsticks and wrote. Not enough to leave him too drunk, but it was a nice buzz. He bundled his jacket close to him as he wandered down the street. It was during his wandering that he spotted a coin bag laid out in the snow. "Hey!" he shouted towards a figure walking ahead of him a short distance away. "I think you dropped your money!" There was no way he was about to pick up someone else's coin bag in the event there was a spell on it that did something to anyone that wasn't the owner if they touched it.

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date: Dec 20, 1986 time: 3:00 pm location: Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream status: closed for Bertram w/ @aetheriuswrites

A pet was something that Bertram had never had before, but that had changed as he had gone past the protestors into the Magical Menagerie and come out with a puffskein. It seemed a waste to go back home immediately afterwards which is how he wound up inside of Florian's. It seemed to be a popular day to be there and after finally ordering he searched for a place to sit. "Is anyone sitting there?" he asked, gesturing to an empty chair on the other side of the table from where the other was sitting. "If no one is sitting there, then I would like to sit there."

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date: dec 17, 1986 time: 11: 50 am location: gladrags wizard wear status: closed for Bertram w/ @hear-cass-roar

Socks had always been a favorite thing of Bertram's. Not the plain kind, but rather the colorful ones or the ones with patterns on them. They were something that didn't always seem to match the rest of his attire, but maybe that was why he liked them so much. He was looking through the selection of them at Gladrags Wizard Wear, which included some winter and holiday themed ones. His hand had reached out to grab a pair that looked like snow falling from the parts that went up the ankles and legs down to the bottom where a snowman was on the outside of both ankles, when another hand reached to grab the same pair.

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Basics

Name: Varian Marshall

Age: 26

Birthdate: October 25, 1960

Pronouns: He/They

Blood Status: Halfblood, Metamorphmagus

Education: Hogwarts, Slytherin

Occupation: Quidditch Referee

Allegiance: The Ministry of Magic

Magical Specialization: Potions

Face Claim: Toby Wallace

Personality

Amortentia: Nature (Trees and Dirt specifically)

Varian developed a love for nature and the outdoors from his father, who earned a living as a nature photographer. Out in nature is where Varian feels like he can be his true self, without fear of having to be what others want or need him to be. Out in nature he doesn't need to have his guard up all the time. 

Boggart: Dog

Varian has been terrified of dogs ever since he was attacked by one as a child. This attack left permanent scars on his face and arm, which they hide in public, in part because another child screamed and called him a monster and he never wanted that to happen again. 

Enneagram: Type 8

Varian isn't the type to let weaknesses show and often puts up the facade of being strong and like he is untouchable. He hates feeling like he isn't in control, something he told himself he never wanted to be again after being unable to do anything but watch as his mother died as a child. Despite being rather guarded, and sometimes coming off as intimidating he isn't anti-social, they just only let a select few into the most intimate parts of who they are. When he truly loves and cares for someone he will do anything and everything he can to protect them

Patronus: Stoat

Despite all the changes, both small and big, that Varian has gone through throughout their life, he has always found a way to adapt to them. This has also caused them to become rather resilient. Part of learning to adapt while growing up was being observant of their surroundings and finding ways to infiltrate and/or play the part that they need to.

Penseive

1960-1971:

Varian was born to a muggle father and a witch mother. The signs that Varian was a metamorphmagus came very early on in life when his mother had noticed that his eyes had changed from the shade they were born with to a purple then back moments later. This was a trait that had been passed down to him through an ancestor on their maternal grandfather's side, having skipped several generations before him. 

They have always known about the wizarding world, it's hard not to when you can change your appearance in the way that he can, but his father had always known about his mother and neither wanted to deprive their son of that part of who they were. Varian's parents divorced when he was 7 years old and Varian moved to Australia (in the Wizarding World) with his mother after she received a job there. 

Over the next couple of years Varian would spend their time going between living in Australia with his mother during the school year and summers divided between spending time with his muggle father in the UK and his mother's family. 

At the age of 11 Varian received their letter to attend the Wizarding School in Australia, something that the boy had been looking forward to getting. However, things changed when his mother died and Varian moved back to live with his father in the muggle world. 

Varian's letter from Hogwarts arrived not very long after the move back. His father agreed to let him go and made arrangements with his wife's family to act as his guardians during the school year. 

1971 - 1978:

During his time at Hogwarts Varian was known to cause trouble, his intentions were never to hurt anyone, though sometimes this did happen. They were part of the Astronomy Club, his fascination with the stars coming from his mother's love for them, Potions Club, having an affinity towards that type of magic, and Dueling Club. They tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch team every year, finally getting a spot on the team as the goalkeeper in his fourth year. As in many other situations in life, Varian used their ability as a metamorphmagi to his and the team's advantage in order to gain information that could assist them in winning. Some people would call it cheating, Varian would call it being resourceful. 

1978 - Present;

After graduating Varian still wasn't sure what it was he wanted to do with his life. So many of the people he knew had always known what they wanted to be when they grew up, but he never did. It wasn't that he lacked ambition it was just that he lacked focus. This caused him to bounce around jobs over the next couple of years, doing everything from working as a Knight Bus driver to a bartender to a saleswizard. He was eventually drawn back to his love of Quidditch and for the past three years has served as a referee for matches.

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Basics

Name: Bertram Aubrey

Age: 24

Birthdate: December 1, 1962

Pronouns: He/Him

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education: Hogwarts, Ravenclaw

Occupation: Advice Columnist at The Daily Prophet

Allegiance: The Cabal

Magical Specialization: Conjuration

Face Claim: Mark McKenna

Personality

Amortentia: Ink and New Acoustic Guitar

- Bertram has loved coming up with stories ever since he was a kid, and has wanted to be a writer ever since he found out that was something one could do. He has been working on his first book since his sixth year at Hogwarts, and still doesn't feel like it's quite there yet. He doesn't particularly love his job at The Daily Prophet, and can often be a little too blunt with his advice, but it gives him the chance to get paid to write. In addition to a love of the written word Bertram is a talented musician, having taken up several instruments in his young life. While he has a natural talent of playing by ear he was determined to learn how to properly read music as well. This determination is something that has spilled over into many other aspects of his life as well.

Boggart: Failure

- Bertram's biggest fear in life is being a failure. This often gives him an unhealthy determination and sometimes even causes him to obsess over things. This fear also means that so much of what they do is out of seeking validation from others.

Celtic Zodiac: Elder Tree and Falcon/Hawk

- Despite actually being quite extroverted naturally, Bertram's demeanor can often cause people to mistake him for not really wanting to be around people. Sometimes this is the case, but he does often need to absorb the energy of people around him. He doesn't even need to actively be hanging out with people, he just needs to be around other people sometimes to absorb their energy. Bertram is the kind of person that wants to be helpful, but oftentimes in doing so can be a bit too truthful or blunt in the process, and doesn't always understand that others might not like that. Bertram is curious as well, which is both a good and bad thing. Curiosity has lead to him learning and achieving many things, but it has also been the source of him getting into trouble in the past 

Patronus: Adder

Much like an adder Bertram is typically non-aggressive, choosing to just go about his day without conflict (mostly of the physical variety.) However, if that is disturbed then much like the adder Bertram will strike back without hesitation.

Penseive

Bertram hadn't spotted the other come in, he had been too busy staring down into his mug and contemplating going back over to the bar to grab another one. It wasn't until he lifted his head up that he noticed an old classmate had taken it upon herself to sit across from him without a word. 

"How's everything with your family going?" She asked suddenly after a long pause of rather awkward silence.

 "I haven't seen much of them lately." Bertram admitted, it had been a few years at least. "They're all too busy with my sister and her baby or babies, she has two of them now. One technically isn't a baby anymore, but that's not the point. The point is they're too busy with all that to even notice that I haven't actually been home or even in the muggle world for the past couple of years. So, I'd say that's how things are with my family"

"I'm sorry?" her face had a look of confusion on it as she wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to feel about the response, the confusion quickly left it though, "so what about you? Anyone special in your life? Any plans on having kids? It seems like everyone is getting married and having babies these days, I've been to so many weddings in the past couple of months I feel like you'd find cake if you cut me open"

Bertram shook his head at the question, "no plans for any of that. I guess I get why people are doing it so often now, but it kind of feels like they're doing it because they think they have to. If they don't do it now then something might happen and they won't be able to cause they'll be dead." 

She bit her lip as she processed his answer, especially the last part. "Do you mean because something might happen like it did at Ilvermorny? My cousin thinks it was Voldemort, but I don't know. He feels pretty dead to me"

Her statement caused him to raise his brows for a moment, "Well, do you have any ideas on who would have been behind it if it wasn't him? An attack on a wizarding school feels kind of like something he'd do, doesn't it? Even if he wasn't there I'm sure he orchestrated it somehow."

"If he is back do you think he and his followers are going to try and find the cursed vaults?" 

Bertram shrugged "Probably"

"What do you think is even inside of them?"

"Cursed objects or dark curses that are waiting to be unleashed upon the wizarding world. It's pretty much right there in the name, Cursed Vaults. Of course that could just be a title to deter people from trying to find it and inside is the all the secrets of the universe or the everlasting gobstopper"

"Everlasting gobstopper?"

"It's a muggle thing"

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