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Slip Ups (Pt.1?) Poly Marauders x reader
Authors Note: Hey! This is my first ever fic so it might not be the best. The reader is Gryffindor, and the Marauders are already in a relationship. Lmk if you want a part two!
It was no secret that the marauders were fond of their pranks. Magical slime that only they knew the spell to remove, changing the color of the Slytherins robes to a deep red and gold instead of the usual silver and green, it was all commonplace at Hogwarts. But what you couldn’t figure out was why their favorite pranks were the ones they pulled on you.
Now their pranks towards you were never cruel. They were always small things like staring water balloon fights with you and your friends during the warmer months or them charming your shoes so that they grow one size bigger every time you jump (it had taken you a while to figure that one out). Even though their pranks were almost pitifully small, something about them just irked you. You weren’t particularly close, and you certainly hadn’t made enemies with them. You would have had to talk to them to do that! On top of all of this, the flirting was incessant.
You couldn’t make it through a single class without a “Is that a new perfume? You smell delicious,” (James) or a “Has anyone told you that you look absolutely ravishing today?” (Sirius)
It was certainly flattering, but it was also public. Didn’t they have any shame? You braced yourself as you walked to Defense Against the Dark Arts. As was to be expected you saw James, Sirius, and Remus talking loudly amongst themselves, stopping when you walked into the classroom. You made your way over to your regular seat, coincidentally right behind where they were standing.
Sirius grinned , “Did you somehow get even more gorgeous overnight? Give my poor heart a break L/n.” Remus and James both looked amused at Sirius’ remark. Remus replied to Sirius with a shocked expression, “You’re right,” he clutched his chest, “James catch me,” he said dramatically as he fell into James’ outstretched arms. You shook your head as a blush started to creep up your face. Luckily, the professor cleared his throat everyone took their seats as he began his lesson.
There was an open seat next to you, so James took it eagerly as Sirius and Remus sat in front of you. James leaned over and whispered in your ear, “We’re planning on sneaking around Hogwarts tonight, you wanna come?”
You turned to him with surprised look on your face. This was the first time any of them had ever invited you to break the rules with them, and you weren’t sure if that sounded like the smartest thing to do. You picked at your nails as you though about your answer. James, seeing the indecision on your face, spoke again, “C’mon… you’ll have a good time. We’d really like for you to join us.”
You studied James’ features. His sweet brown eyes showed nothing but sincerity, and to be truthful, you had made up your mind as soon as he offered. “Yeah, I suppose that could be fun,” you sighed out. James’ face immediately brightened and you couldn’t help but flush as you looked at him. Sirius had said you looked good today, but James. His smile was blindingly perfect. His dark curls laid on his head just messily enough for you to want to reach out and fix them. Or maybe you just wanted to run your fingers through his hair.
You had also noticed how good Remus and Sirius looked today. Remus with his sandy hair that laid considerably neater then James’, and eyes that you seemed to melt into entirely. Sirius had long, wavy black hair that made him look like a muggle rockstar. You were so lost in your thoughts about the boys around you that you didn’t realize you had been staring at James this entire time zoned out. He pushed your shoulder gently and whispered, “Where’d you go there?” “I was just,” you tried to find the right words, “lost in thought.” James looked at you teasingly, “Oh yeah? Because it looked an awful lot like you were checking us out.” His words made your eyes widen because of how close to the truth they were. You heard James chuckle as you turned away from him and started to scribble notes furiously as a distraction.
Once class ended, you decided to head off to the library. You had a free period, then lunch, so you knew you’d be able to study for the History of Magic exam you had to take tomorrow. You also knew, from overhearing the Marauder’s conversation, that Sirius and James planned on doing the same thing, while Remus had Herbology next. Not that you cared or anything…
Once you arrived at the library, you quickly found a quiet spot to do your work at. You were both annoyed and oddly pleased when you heard the loud voices of James and Sirius walk in not long after. They were loudly shushed by the librarian, causing them to quiet down.
A few minutes later, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and the faces of James and Sirius popped into your vision. “Hey there gorgeous, you mind if we work over here with you?” Sirius asked while already haphazardly throwing a piece of parchment and a few quills onto the table. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Yeah that’s fine. You guys studying for History of Magic too?”
James nodded his head. “Yeah, we wouldn’t usually do this until the class before but Remus said that he’d help us with the Potions essay if we did.” You hummed in acknowledgment as you opened up your textbook and began reviewing the material. Unfortunately for you, James and Sirius quickly grew bored of their textbooks and decided that you were far more interesting.
“Y/nnnn,” Sirius dragged your name out. You turned towards him and were met with the desperate eyes of both him and James. “Will you help us? We’re confused and you’re just so smart and beautiful and intelligent and kind and-“
You cut Sirius off, “Ok, ok. I’ll help you whiners out.” James pouted at your words which you ignored in favor of turning your book a few pages back.
“Let’s start with chapter 4, it’s probably the easiest material so we can work our way up to chapters 5 and 6 after this. Are there any parts in particular you don’t get?” James perked up, “Yeah, in the part about The Goblin Rebellion of 1832, it says that the Goblins refused to work for wizards until wizards treated them better. But in the next paragraph, it says the rebelled because it’s ‘simply in their nature.’ Doesn’t that kind of conflict?”
You were surprised at how into studying James was, but welcomed it openly. “I had to look into that to. Turns out, this book was cowritten. One of the authors is an absolute twat who thinks goblins are some kind of wild beasts, and the other’s a bit more rational. Just ignore anything that seems super anti-goblin.” “That makes sense, thank you,” James smiled widely at you, making your breath catch for a second. You mumbled a “No problem,” and continued working. You could see James and Sirius exchanging a smug look at that.
More time passed, around an half an hour if you had to guess. The two boys worked relatively hard, and made a lot of progress. But now seemed as if they had reached their limit. You felt a finger poke you in the ribs. You jump back. “Oi, what’s your problem?” You ask a startled looking Sirius. He quickly regains his composure and looks at you. “Can we take a break? It’s been sooo long.” You give him and incredulous look, “It hasn’t been an hour yet, let’s just work a little longer.” The boys look at you with equally begging looks. “Please, Y/n? We just need a little study break.” James whined. “Nope,” you said, popping the ‘P’.
In response to your refusal, James and Sirius decided it’d be most effective to start alternating saying your name in increasing annoying voices. It didn’t take long for this to make your head pound, so you drew your wand and cast a quick muffliato spell on yourself, effectively making it impossible for you to hear the boys. This didn’t help you for long, as they realized what happened, and moved to start lightly poking you. You shot each boy a dirty look before undoing the muffliato charm. You were about to give them an earful before you heard a voice from behind you, “You wankers leave Y/n alone.” Remus came into view and gently smacked James and Sirius on the backs of their heads. They both fake winced and rubbed their heads. You were grateful for Remus, but you realized something, “Remus, shouldn’t you be in Herbology still? It doesn’t get over for another 15 minutes at least.” It occurred to Remus that you had memorized a bit of his schedule. He was definitely saving that information for later. “Yeah, some Slytherins thought it’d be fun to mess around with a venomous tentacula. One of them had to be taken to Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout was so shaken that she just dismissed the rest of us.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Yikes, I hope they’re alright.” “Serves that idiot right.” You and Sirius spoke at the same time. You gave him a scolding look and he just crossed his arms like an angry toddler. Remus chuckled at your guys’ antics. “Anyways, have you three managed to get any work done? Ya know, before you decided to start annoying Y/n,” Remus asked. James nodded, “That’s why we were ‘annoying’ her. We finished studying!” Remus raised an eyebrow at James. “Ok, what goblin business was the first to shut down as a result of the revolution?” James thought for a second before answering, “Gringotts!” Remus clapped quietly, “I’m impressed, Sirius, did you study just as hard?” “You know I did,” he winked at Remus. You saw a faint dusting of pink on Remus’ cheeks after the wink, causing Sirius to smirk. Remus was saved by the lunch bell.
All of the boys stood up, but you remained seated, ready to continue working on a paper assigned earlier in the week. “You coming to lunch, love?” You glanced over, realizing Remus’ words were directed at you. “Can’t, I’ve got to finish up my potions essay.” Sirius scoffed, “James and I already told you Remus was helping us with that. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind helping you as well. Besides, it’s not due for another week!” You looked at them uncertainly. Before today, you had only spoken to them during class and when they pulled their occasional pranks on you. This was new territory. But you weren’t going to refuse the ever-growing attention they were paying to you, so you slowly stood up. “Yeah I suppose I’m in need of a break anyways.” James gave a cheer and slung his arm around your shoulder. None of the boys missed how you blushed as he did so.
When you arrived at the Great Hall, you went to sit over with your normal group of friends. Sure the Marauders had made sure you came to lunch, but you didn’t want to overstay your welcome but inviting yourself to sit with them. Before you could take more then a few steps however, a hand caught your wrist. You looked to see James holding your arm, “Aren’t you gonna come sit with us?” You were surprised to see both Sirius and Remus looking so intently at you, awaiting your next words. “Uh, are you sure? I’m really not trying to overstep my bounds.” Sirius shook his head as if you had said something utterly ridiculous. “Overstepping? Please,” he ushered you over to their usual spot and sat you down, James taking the spot to your left. Remus sat across from you, Sirius sitting to his right.
You had absolutely no idea what to say. Before today, the only interaction you’d had with the marauders was their constant flirting, and the occasional trips to Hogsmeade, and those trips were always with a bigger group. Luckily, the boys didn’t have any awkwardness in starting a conversation. “Lads, I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I think I may be a genius,” Sirius started. You and Remus shared a What is he on about? look as Sirius rambled about a new prank he wanted to pull on the Slytherins.
“Ok, let me get this straight. You want to sneak into the snake pit, and charm their dormitory doors to open only if they say, ‘I’m a lousy, big footed git’?” You said in a disbelieving tone. “This seems a bit immature, even for you guys.” Sirius gave a mockingly offended look as James clutched his pearls and cried, “Not true!” You still believed the prank to be incredibly stupid, but also realized that Sirius’ silly rant had easily diffused any awkwardness you felt before. Merlin, Sirius was so good at easing your worries and breaking tension. And James made you laugh so easily. Remus made you comfortable and calmed you down and-
You suddenly felt a foot nudge you underneath the table. You looked up to see Remus giving you a confused glance. “Are you alright. You looked a bit lost in thought.” You nodded and played with the food on your plate to avoid any further questions. That, of course, didn’t work. “Were you thinking about someone special?” Sirius questioned while wiggling his eyebrows. James quickly perked up at that, “You did that during defense against the dark arts too!”
Shit. This was not how the hottest couple at Hogwarts was going to find out about your insane crush on all three of them. You didn’t think you could handle the embarrassment of being rejected not once, not twice, but three times in one day. In order to preserve your pride and avoid spilling your secret, you quickly stood up from the table while making some shitty excuse about how you suddenly weren’t feeling well. You rushed to the Gryffindor common room without so much as a glance back at their table. You made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady without hearing any footsteps behind you. Once inside the common room, you rushed into your dorm and decided that you would lay there for the rest of eternity, simple enough, right? Ok maybe that was a bit dramatic, but you really didn’t want to risk running into one of the boys and accidentally confessing, and ruining and chance of a friendship you had with them.
After what felt like hours of laying on your bed, you decided to risk going out to the common room and reading a book by the fire. It was dangerous of course, as the marauders could be lurking anywhere, but the prospect of being cozy while reading was simply to desirable to pass up. When you got the the couches, you quickly plopped down and made yourself comfortable. You opened your book, and started to read.
You weren’t sure how long you had been reading for, but a long while later, you heard the oh so familiar voices of James, Sirius, and Remus walk down the stairs from their dormitory. You froze on the couch, hoping that they would simply waltz through the room and leave. They wouldn’t be able to see you if you stayed completely still right? You were positive your theory was going to be proven correct when something seemed to catch Remus’ attention. He turned and looked directly where you were sitting. “Y/n? What are you still doing up, we tried knocking on your dorm door just now, but we assumed you’d forgotten about our plans and fell asleep.” Oh no. You had forgotten James’ invitation to sneak around with them today. Now you were going to be with the boys all night. What could go wrong?
#remus lupin x reader#marauders x reader#james potter x reader#poly!marauders x reader#sirius black x reader#marauders x fem!reader#marauders#wolfstar x reader#poly!wolfstar x you#poly marauders x reader
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MC - Agatha Crowley sheet
Information under the cut!
Basic Information
Full name: Agatha Chandra Crowley
Nickname: Ag, Aggie
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
MBTI: ESTP
Species: Human
Date of birth: 18th June 1875
Nationality: British (British/Trinidadian/Siamese)
Blood status: Pure-blood/Half-blood (unclear)
Wand: Redwood wood with a dragon heartstring core 10 ¼" and quite bendy flexibility
House: Slytherin
Patronus: Dragon
Boggart: [LOCKED]
Amortentia: Burnt wood, Chocolate, Gasoline
Appearance
Hair colour: Platinum white
Hairstyle: Short soft curls
Eye colour: Magenta
Skin tone: Medium-dark skin with yellow-golden undertones
Height: (unclear) 3cm shorter than Sebastian
Weight: 60kg
Other distinguishing features: Two moles under the bottom lip, Fangs, Black nails polish
Personality
Agatha is confident and ambitious despite feeling neglected by her family and has developed a strong sense of self-worth. She's rebellious and doesn't conform to traditional gender roles, preferring to dress and act in a way that makes her feel comfortable rather than trying to please others. She can come across as cocky and sarcastic at times, partly because of her family's wealth and status, but also as a defense mechanism developed from her experiences with bullying.
While Agatha can be sarcastic and biting in her humour, she's also fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them. Her experiences with bullying have made her somewhat hostile towards those she perceives as a threat, but she's not inherently violent or cruel. She values intelligence and cunning.
Traits: Chaotic, Cocky, Charismatic, Sarcastic, Barbaric
Likes: Dragons, Insects, Leeches, Forbidden Knowledge
Dislikes: Milk in tea, Skirts
Good at: Martial arts, Animal Handling, Intimidating,
Bad at: Showing true emotions and Affection, Persuade
Hobbies: Bug collector, Quidditch for fun(played as Beater), Drawing
Fears: Become nobody, Her father
Ambition: Domesticated Dragons
Family & Backstory
Agatha Crowley was born into a wealthy and prestigious pure-blood family known for their diplomatic skills and trading. Her father always wanted a son to carry on the family name and legacy, but instead, he was disappointed to have a daughter. As a result, Agatha was neglected by her father and most of her extended family. Only her mother showed her affection and attention, taking care of her and even allowing her to play with muggle children in their neighborhood.
Agatha's childhood was rough due to her family's neglect and the bullying she experienced from muggle children because of her unnatural hair and eye color. To cope, she became rebellious and defiant, refusing to wear skirts and acting more like a boy to try and please her father.
Despite not showing any signs of magical ability, Agatha's maternal grandfather, a Siamese man who was skilled in Muay Thai, taught her martial arts from a young age. Agatha fell in love with the discipline and art of fighting and trained vigorously with her grandfather.
At the age of 15 Agatha's magical abilities finally awakened, and she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, Though she possessed traits of a Gryffindor, her ambitious nature led her to be sorted into Slytherin, much to her family's relief.
In Hogwarts, Agatha's skills in martial arts proved to be an asset in her studies, especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts. However, her troubled past and lack of parental guidance caused her to develop a rude, sarcastic, and mean personality, often pushing people away with her hostile behavior.
Despite this, Agatha remained fearless and savage, always ready to fight for what she believed in, and became a force to be reckoned with in both academics and combat.
Father: Josiah Crowley
Mother: Chandra *Thai people still haven't had a last name back then*
Paternal grandparents: Victarion Crowley and Calypso Lovegood
Maternal grandparents: Narong, -
Uncles: Bran Crowley (Josiah’s brother), Edward Crowley(other brothers)
Aunts: Alannis (Crowley) Sanchez
Cousins: Isis Crowley(Bran’s daughter), Rose Sanchez, Jason Sanchez (Alannis’s children), Ramsay Crowley, Victarion II Crowley, Aretha Crowley (Edward’s children)
Pet: Bunch of unnamed insects, two leeches name Robert and Henry
Family home: London, Wandsworth
Relationships
Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Giona Regali(oc), Natsai Onai, Poppy Sweeting, other fifth years
Best Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt
Love interest: Sebastian Sallow click
Others
Headcanon CV: Robyn Addison
Character inspiration:
Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of The Dragon
Nanno - Girl from nowhere
Veronica Sawyer - Heathers 1988
Cruella De Vil - Cruella 2021
Jo March - Little Women 2019
Agatha Harkness - Wandavision
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#hphl#hphl mc#slytherin#hphl oc#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#agatha crowley#hogwarts#oc#original character#my art
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ateez hogwarts houses (aesthetic)
| Masterlist |
Hongjoong
ravenclaw
half-blood
head boy
potion wiz, top of the class
ridiculously talented at conjuring spells
wears the finest robes and paints his nails with muggle nail polish
smuggles food to feed the thestrals
fave subject: potions
Seonghwa
hufflepuff
pure-blood
head boy
the definition of sweet and kind
always willing to show new students around
goes on dates to madam puddifoot's tea shop
is an animagus and can transform into a cat
fave subject: transfiguration
Yunho
gryffindor
half-blood
quidditch captain
super easygoing and always late to class
likes to playfully tease the first years
endless supply of honeydukes’ candies
likes visiting the grounds to see hagrid’s salamanders
fave subject: care for magical creatures
San
gryffindor
pure-blood
quidditch chaser
warm and good intentioned
bashful when students chant his name during quidditch practice
falls asleep during classes, especially in history of magic
has friendly rivalry with slytherin’s quidditch chaser wooyoung
fave subject: defence against the dark arts
Yeosang
hufflepuff
muggle-born
prefect
notoriously bad at quidditch
studies and volunteers at the library
students come to him for tutoring and swoon over his good looks
undisclosed to him but he has his own secret fanclub
fave subject: charms
Wooyoung
slytherin
pure-blood
quidditch beater
master at jinxes and naturally skilled dueller
daring prankster, gets along well with the poltergeist peeves
sneaks into the library’s restricted section for kicks
has a friendly rivalry with gryffindor’s quidditch chaser san
fave subject: divination
Mingi
slytherin
half-blood
prefect
charming and and known for his light-hearted humor
has a bag of tricks from zonko's joke shop
effortlessly memorizes the encyclopedia of toadstools
almost died in the forbidden forest while looking for herbs
fave subject: herbology
Jongho
ravenclaw
muggle-born
lead singer in the frog choir
comes off as cold and disinterested
sweet and sentimental on the inside
loves wandering the castle to find the perfect place to stargaze
declines the efforts of others trying to recruit him on the quidditch team
fave subject: astronomy
#ateez imagines#ateez reactions#ateez x reader#ateez#ateez fluff#ateez angst#ateez fanfiction#ateez fanfic#ateez au#ateez scenarios#ateez hogwarts au#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#kpop fanfiction#kpop reactions#kpop moodboards#ateez moodboards
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an introduction to the marauders
for @gently-decaying-flowers
follow up posts will be made for the valkyries and skittles
james fleamont potter
also known as prongs
important canon information:
dead, died on october 31st 1981 defending his family from voldemort so lily could protect harry
his parents are fleamont 'monty' and euphemia 'effie' and we love both of them
his animagus is a stag
was head boy and a chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team
had a mutually antagonistic relationship with severus snape
fancast information:
original fancast was aaron taylor johnson
second fancast was reiky de valk
my personal fancast is gabriel.stewart
other fancasts include nickisnotgreen and thomas weatherall
common fanon traits:
is known as the sun and a golden retriever character, wears red converse, swiftie, quidditch obsessed, early morning riser who tries to force other people too (doesn't work), loyal, hero complex, hopeless romantic, mischievous and loves pranks, often is desi or latino, would take a bullet for anyone in his life, definitely strutted and is a therapist friend, has a hard time opening up
ships:
jily/sunflower/flowerpott: james and lily evans
jegulus/sunseeker/starchaser: james and regulus black
prongsfoot: james and sirius black
moonchaser: james and remus lupin
sirius orion black
also known as padfoot
important canon information:
godfather to harry and best friends with james
left home at 16 to live with the potters
was wrongly accused for the betrayal of lily and james
served 12 years in azkaban before using his animagus form to escape
his animagus is a black dog
was killed by his cousin bellatrix lestrange
fancast information:
original fancast was ben barnes
second fancast was undecided
my personal fancast is conan gray
other fancasts include louis seriot and eren m güvercin
common fanon traits:
drama queen, massive david bowie fan, rides a motorcycle, experiments with makeup, genderfluid, compulsive and mischievous, gay, owns and wears a leather jacket, he thinks his initials stand for son of a bitch, short king, gets jealous easily, no concept of personal space, mommy issues, daddy issues, family issues, pretty crier, french, likes to paint his nails
ships:
wolfstar: sirius and remus lupin
blackinnon: sirius and marlene mckinnon (widely unaccepted now)
prongsfoot: sirius and james potter
remus john lupin
also known as moony
important canon information:
his nickname of moony came about due to his "furry little problem" (being a werewolf)
in prisoner of azkaban he taught d efense against the dark arts at hogwarts
has a child called teddy with nymphadora tonks
was killed in the battle of hogwarts
fancast information:
original fancast was andrew garfield
second fancast was undecided
my personal fancast is p4perback
other fancasts include paul ahrens and matthew hitt
common fanon traits:
always wears grandpa sweaters, craves academic validation, best friends with lily, grumpy around full moons, loves chocolate, the mastermind behind all the marauders pranks, goes to a study group, is a massive nerd, tall but it took ages for him to grow, self worth issues, raspy voice, swears a goddamn lot, welsh and no one can understand what he says
ships:
wolfstar: remus and sirius black
moonwater: remus and regulus black
moonchaser: remus and james potter
moonrosekiller: remus and barty crouch jr and evan rosier
peter pettigrew
also known as wormtail
important canon information:
traitor to the marauders
was james and lily's secret keeper but ratted them out to voldemort hence resulting in their death
his animagus form is a rat
hid in his rat form in the wealsey family as 'scabbers' until discovered by sirius and remus in the prisoner of azkaban
fancast information:
original fancast was dane dehaan
second fancast was undecided
my personal fancast is lewis capaldi
other fancasts include maxwell acee donovan and jacob batalon
common fanon traits:
friendly and sociable, plant dad, needs validation, great cook/baker, indecisive, cheeky, amazing at chess, not the smartest academically, childhood friends with james and marlene, quick thinker, unintentionally funny, wants nothing more than to fit in, sometimes forgotten, has a really healthy dating history, sometimes has the best pranks and suprises the others
ships:
pebill: peter and sybill trelawney
unknown ship name: peter and james potter (usually a one sided crush)
unknown ship name: peter and remus lupin
partyvan: peter and barty crouch jr and evan rosier (this is mostly made as a joke)
#rwtr.txt#marauders#marauders era#char tag 🐈#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#wolfstar#the marauders#marauders headcanons
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The Slytherin Crew
Character Archive
MASTERLIST
I put this together for myself, to add more detail to the story, and I thought it was kinda cool, so I will share it in case you are interested
Draco Malfoy
Personality: Incredibly smart, creative, loyal
Favorite subject: Potions
Least favorite subject: Divination
Extracurriculars: Quidditch
3 likes: Quidditch, reading, hanging out with his friends
3 dislikes: Gryffindors, fudge brownies, when days are cloudy
Clothes style: Classic
Familiar: Eagle Owl
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Ferret
Pansy Parkinson
Your girl BFF <3
Personality: Fiercely loyal, brutally honest, funny
Favorite subject: Astronomy
Least favorite subject: Potions
Extracurriculars: Art
3 likes: Fashion, art, music
3 dislikes: when colors don’t match, gryffindors, reading
Clothes style: Dark academia, chic
Familiar: Barn owl
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be: Rottweiler
Matthew Gaunt
Personality: Unpredictable, chaotic, funny
Favorite subject: Astronomy (will never admit it, but loves the peace and quiet and star-gazing)
Least favorite subject: History of Magic
Extracurriculars: None
3 likes: You, Weasley’s products, playing pranks on Filch
3 dislikes: The library, curfew, Being put on the spot
Familiar: Bay Owl
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Snake
Daphne Greengrass
Personality: Calm, Superficial, kind
Favorite subject: Herbology
Least favorite subject: Care of magical creatures (didn’t take it)
Extracurriculars: Chorus!
3 likes: Singing, pink, self care
3 dislikes: wild animals, Potions classroom, bad weather
Clothes style: “Old money” style
Familiar: Siamese cat
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/patronus: Cat
Theodore Nott
Personality: Sneaky, courteous, easy-going
Favorite subject: Defense against the dark arts
Least favorite subject: Potions
Extracurriculars: None
3 likes: Astronomy tower, coffee, reading
3 dislikes: Thestrals, Divination class, the mornings after a long night
Clothes style: Classic
Familiar: Cat
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Fox
Milicent Bullstrode
Personality: determined, mean, sensitive
Favorite subject: Charms
Least favorite subject: History of Magic
Extracurriculars: None
3 likes: Trifle, cats, music
3 dislikes: Hermione Granger, studying, dancing
Clothes style: 90’s classic
Familiar: Cat
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Hedgehog
Blaise Zabini
Personality: Serious, sneaky, generous
Favorite subject: Potions
Least favorite subject: Divination
Extracurriculars: None, future: Quidditch
3 likes: Quidditch, gossiping, chess
3 dislikes: Messes, winter in the dungeons, Extremists
Clothes style: formal
Familiar: Barn Owl
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Wolf
Tracy Davies
Personality: Misterious, clever, determined
Favorite subject: Divination & Herbology
Least favorite subject: History of Magic
Extracurriculars: Xylomancy
3 likes: Night Time, paint her nails, french fries
3 dislikes: crowds, meats, Peeves
Clothes style: Boho
Familiar: Cat named Moon
If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Owl
And our boys Vince & Greg
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signed, sealed, (not) delivered
A collection of letters exchanged between Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene Mckinnon between 1975 and 1981.
dedicated to @lesbianmckinnonn
ZANDRA HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE <33 i wish you the best and hope you have a great day. i'm so glad i met you, you're so talented and i love talking to you about our silly little headcanons and screaming about the angst we write. sorry for giving you angst on your birthday (i'm not) but that's my brand and this idea came to me one night so i had to. hope you like it <33 (sorry if i make you cry)
The first letter — or rather piece of parchment that they wrote on together — was exchanged during a particularly boring Defence Against The Dark Arts class in their fifth year. Even Dorcas couldn't help letting her mind drift elsewhere as the professor talked, her manicured nails tapping against the wooden desk, counting down the seconds until the unbearably boring class would be dismissed.
Until a piece of parchment had landed right in front of her. She looked down at the offending object like it would turn to ashes from her gaze alone. The last thing she needed was a detention for passing notes.
She looked up, hoping to see who had thrown it at her, and she immediately made eye-contact with a pair of smug hazel eyes that belonged to none other than Marlene Mckinnon, her rival on and off the quidditch pitch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she glared at Mckinnon who wore a grin on her face, a dimple appearing on her left cheek from how hard she was smiling.
‘Open it,’ she mouthed to Dorcas, sending her a wink. Dorcas felt her cheeks heating up — in anger and annoyance, obviously — but her curiosity took over and she opened up the parchment carefully, bracing herself like it would explode in her hands.
‘Meadowes, are you going to grace us with your presence at the Gryffindor Tower this Friday?’ was scribbled on the parchment in Mckinnon’s messy handwriting. Dorcas’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
‘Why are you so interested? Hoping for something?’ She wrote and threw the note back to Mckninnon’s desk, making sure the professor’s back was turned so he wouldn't catch her.
Dorcas watched Mckinnon from the corner of her eyes as she quickly wrote down her reply, pausing before scribbling something else on the note. She threw it back to Dorcas discreetly.
‘Don't flatter yourself, Meadowes. I’ve just heard you’re good company when you’re high and trust me, there will be plenty of weed. My friends made sure of it.’
Dorcas rolled her eyes, taking a peek behind her to see the aforementioned friends sitting in the back of the class, trying to keep their laughter in at some ridiculous joke.
‘And by your friends I suppose you mean the four imbeciles sitting in the back poking each other in their asses with their quills?’
Mckinnon choked back a laugh as she read Dorcas’ reply and Dorcas had to force her head to turn away so she wouldn't continue to watch as Marlene laughed, mesmerised by how her eyes turned to crescent moons.
‘They’re having more fun than we are, you have to admit.’
‘I would be having more fun if you would stop sending me these notes.’ Dorcas threw the note back, not bothering to even look at Mckinnon.
‘I wouldn't have to if you answered my question.’
Ah, so Mckinnon wasn't going to let it go. Dorcas finally writes the question that had been going through her head the entire conversation onto the parchment. ‘Why are you even asking? It’s not like you're going to spend time with me.’
Mckinnon actually pouted when she opened the note. With a crease between her brows she threw it back at Dorcas.
‘How will you know if you don't show up?’
Dorcas stared at the note for a moment, perplexed and at a loss for words. What was she supposed to say to that? She turned to look at Mckinnon — hoping to read from her expression whether or not this was some big joke — only to see her biting at her lower lip, watching Dorcas intently. When she realised Dorcas was looking she perked up, eyes wide as she mouthed ‘please.’
Dorcas turned back to the letter and let out a sigh, her anxiety leaving her body along with the air as she made an impulsive decision. She wrote down her reply and threw the note to Marlene, not giving herself a chance to overthink it. ‘I’m expecting the weed to be free.’
Mckinnon threw the letter back to her with a playful wink. ‘I’ve got it all sorted out for you, don't worry your pretty head about it.’
Dorcas gave her one last look, the ghost of a smile on her lips. She rested her head against the palm of her hand and the rest of the class seemed to pass by in a blur, her thoughts occupied by the girl in red as she absentmindedly played with the crumpled parchment.
The second (first?) letters they exchanged were over the summer break right after their fifth year. Surprisingly, all that was needed to bring two rivals together was a bunch of weed and Firewhiskey. Dorcas and Marlene had bonded quickly after that night, fights on the quidditch pitch quickly turning into playful teasing in the halls. Marlene had even snuck into her dorm one night, a pack of cigarettes in hand and a soft smile on her face as she asked for some company. Dorcas was grateful that the cover of the night had hidden her flushed face from Marlene’s view.
Which is exactly why Dorcas was stuck in this predicament because Marlene had left her jumper in Dorcas’ dorm and Dorcas — instead of immediately returning it like a normal person — kept it under her bed and wore it every chance she got like some sort of creep. She had held onto it until the last days of the school year when she was packing her bags and reconsidering what she would do with it. Ultimately, she didn't have the guts to approach Marlene and give it to her. So now she was sitting in her room at home, writing a letter that she would attach to the jumper she should've returned months ago.
‘Dear Marlene,
I hope your summer is going well. Everything seems easier now that the threat of our OWLs isn't ahead or at least in my mind it does.
While unpacking at home I found a jumper that definitely wasn't mine and after asking my roommates none of them told me they had lost a jumper while at Hogwarts. I came to the conclusion it must be yours since you were the only other person who I had brought into my dorm. You probably forgot it that night you snuck in.
I’m really sorry it took this long for me to realise but even the nights are too hot this time of year to wear jumpers, so I hope you didn't miss it too much.
From Dorcas.’
Despite second-guessing her choices and being unable to sleep one entire night, Dorcas didn't regret the letter after she had received a reply from Marlene in only two days — along with a pack of homemade cookies.
‘Dear Cas,
I knew I hadn't left that shirt at home! I couldn't for the life of me find it in my dorm room and I was scared I had lost it. Glad to know it was in good hands! Must’ve spilled some perfume on it though, smells just like you :) Not that I mind, you smell really nice.
I hope you’re having fun! I was wondering if you wanted to meet up over the summer sometime? Just the two of us, out in the town or maybe at a pool or something? We could even go to Hogsmeade if you want.
My mum encouraged me to send a gift back since you were so kind as to mail the shirt back to me, so I baked some cookies for you! I’m still new to it but these are my favorite to make so I hope they’re good enough for your tastes.
Can't wait to see you again!
Love, Marlene.’
The simple exchange had left Dorcas a giddy, smiling mess for days, impatiently waiting for the days to pass by so she would see Marlene’s face again, maybe wearing the jumper Dorcas had stolen.
By the time the summer holidays after sixth year had started, Dorcas had lost count of the letters she and Marlene had sent each other. That summer however, unlike the last, was radio silent until the last week of August. This time when a letter assigned to Dorcas arrived and she had recognized the Mckinnon family owl her stomach hadn't filled with butterflies, rather a sickness she could feel rising to her throat. The sickness had built up until Dorcas couldn't handle it anymore and she had finally, finally torn open the envelope that had sat on her bedside table for three days.
‘Dorcas,
sorry if you end up needing to use a decoding charm on this letter but I can't seem to stop my hands from shaking as I write. I’ve written this letter a million times and thrown it into the trash every time, which is why it took me a month to send this in the first place. I’m wearing my Gryffindor robes at the moment, channelling my inner bravery. It’s not working.
I’m sorry for kissing you on the train.
Well, I’m not, actually. I liked it, your lips are really soft, just like I imagined. I’d been dreaming about doing it for so long, I just wished I had done it in a better way. I didn't mean to run away after either. Not my proudest moment, I’ll admit.
I just wanted to let you know how I really felt before we all finally grew up and I was forced to deal with the reality of our world. All of my friends are talking about the war and the preparations, Sirius is losing his mind and Lily is determined to join the fight. James is right behind her and his boys will follow blindly. But all I’ve been able to think about is how I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms, run away with your hand in mine to some place no one will ever recognize us.
I know it’s wrong — not how I feel about you because a love as pure as this could never be evil like the people who can't understand it try to make us think — but the way I’m disregarding every other thing in favour of you. I can’t help it when all that I dream of is your eyes looking into mine and that pretty smile on your face, lighting up the room. Funny to think that even the dead aren't guaranteed to feel heaven but I already have, in your presence.
I’m sorry for being a coward and not saying this to your face, sorry for not giving you the love confession you deserved. Romantic candles and sunsets on the beach but I was never the type to follow the rules, was I?
Hope you like the blueberry muffins I sent you. I know blueberries are your favourite (they might be my favourite too now that they remind me of the taste of your lips).
Yours, Marlene.’
Dorcas hadn't dignified that letter with a reply, instead letting the bravery so unlike her green robes wash over her as she ran to hug Marlene at the train station, pressing their lips together and feeling the fireworks explode between them as the world melted away.
A crumpled piece of parchment was in her pocket, a simple ‘I love you too’ written on it in case her words failed her. But by the time she had pulled away from the kiss and seen Marlene’s teary eyes and wide smile, she felt like no words were needed when her actions had done the job.
After that, the years had passed by in a blur. The world had changed and Dorcas could feel it crumbling beneath her feet and threatening to swallow her too but she hadn't paid it any mind, too focused on holding her love in her arms.
Marlene.
Marlene with her pretty smile and soft lips, always a cigarette between them — a bad habit she couldn't seem to break. Marlene with her hazel eyes that pulled Dorcas into a forest she dared not to escape from. Marlene, beautiful and alive Marlene, whose arms would always be Dorcas’ home.
There was no need for fear when Marlene would press a kiss to her lips and wish her good luck on her next mission with the Order, a playful promise of making her favourite meal by the time she returned. As if Marlene wouldn't be far away on a mission by the time Dorcas was back. The reality didn't matter, not when they would always come back to each other, alive and in one piece.
At least until Dorcas had received another letter from Marlene. Despite the circumstances, she couldn't help the smile that had crossed her lips when she opened it, feeling like she was once again 16 and hopelessly in love. Only one of those things had changed.
‘Dear Cassie,
sorry for sending this on such a short notice but I had to tell you I won't be waiting for you at home when you return. Don't blame Dumbledoor this time, blame my mum. My brother is back from abroad along with his family and mum is insisting we have a family reunion in the middle of a war.
I can't even blame her when things are getting so rough. I hate to think about it but it may be the last time I see my family all together. I’m sure you’ll understand why I’m inclined to visit even when it’s so risky.
I assure you I’ll be fine like I always am. You take care of yourself, can't have you sitting in St. Mungo’s during our anniversary.
See you soon, love, miss you terribly.
Yours, Marlene.’
Dorcas held onto the letter like a lifeline only a week later, wearing black robes wet from rain as she watched her love be lowered into the cold ground undeserving of embracing her. Her salty tears had smudged the sacred ink which had immortalised Marlene’s last, hopeful words.
“I think it's strange…” Lupin began to speak as he walked up to her. Dorcas remained unflinching, staring straight at Marlene’s casket and hoping, praying for a miracle that would confirm this was all a dream. She would wake up in Marlene’s warm arms, safe and sound. Instead, Remus’ next words only served to twist the knife further in Dorcas’ chest: “That the Death Eaters just so happened to attack the one night that Marlene was there.”
“What are you insinuating, Lupin?” Dorcas asked, not in the mood for his vagueness.
“There are only a few close people Marlene would've told she was leaving to see her family,” Remus continued, “and we know there is a traitor among our ranks. I’m afraid Marlene may have just told the wrong person the wrong thing.”
Dorcas’ eyebrows furrowed and she looked up at Lupin, who was turning his head away, inviting her to follow his suspicions.
She followed Remus’ gaze, landing on Sirius’ hunched over form. She had to do a double take, to make sure she hadn't already gone crazy with grief but there was no mistaking who Remus was looking at. When she looked back up at Remus he only gave her a nod, confirming her thoughts.
But it couldn't be.
No.
Dorcas’ eyes trailed down to Sirius’ hands and there it was — the red and gold friendship bracelet Marlene had made back in 6th year for Sirius’ birthday. The two star charms still dangle from the worn out threads, shining against his pale skin. It was all the confirmation Dorcas needed that Sirius was innocent, as if the tears streaming down his face weren't enough.
She wasn't sure what had possessed Remus, if the war had really made all of them so distrustful, if perhaps she and Marlene had only been shielded away from it because of their love for each other. In that moment Dorcas dared to think death a mercy, for at least her and Marlene trusted each other until the end. At least she had lost Marlene instantly instead of watching her drift away and turn into an unrecognisable shadow of the version she had fallen in love with.
“Remus…” She looked up at him, tears that she thought she had bleed dry threatening to fall again. She spoke again, unsure of who she was convincing, herself or Remus: “You don't actually think that.”
She watched Remus shake his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I’m just telling you to be wary,” he said and walked off, leaving Dorcas alone with her thoughts.
One thing was for sure, she wasn't going to stop until every one of those wretched bastards was dead.
Dorcas’ body was found in early August of next year, surrounded by the corpses of Death Eaters she had dragged to death alongside her. One final act of revenge. She was buried alongside Marlene by request of her family, with two unused wedding bands on a chain around her neck and her final letter in her pocket — two declarations of a love that wasn't allowed to bloom.
‘My dearest, Marlene,
I love you, my star.
I know how much you loved to hear it when I would press a kiss to your lips and smile, whispering the same words into your soft skin. I hope the words reached you all the same when I whispered them at your grave with my lips pressed against cold marble.
Forgive me for not writing to you sooner, I’m sure you’ll understand why. Every time I tried to pick up a quill to write, the only thing that would stain the parchment were my tears. I had no words for such a long time, nothing to say, to express my grief when it seemed like everything was gone and everyone had moved on without me, without you.
The distant look in your hazel eyes still haunts me but I’m afraid I can't remember what your smile looked like. Your laugh still rings in my ears when I wake up but I can no longer remember the sound of your voice. The fragments are there and I’m still desperately clinging onto how your tongue used to curl around my name, how you would stretch the last syllable when you wanted to tease me.
I can still feel your hand ghosting against mine, your cold breath against the nape of my neck as I cook your favourite meal in our kitchen. I still make enough for two and bring out your favourite plates, although I’m not sure why. I hope you don't mind that I’ve been using your cherry perfume, that expensive one Peter bought you for your birthday last year, I know it was your favourite. I’ve used up almost all of it by now, even though I used as little as I could every day, but I can't help myself to find comfort in every small thing that reminds me of you. I’ve been wearing your clothes recently, the old ones that still smell like you and your cherry body wash, though overpowered by the smell of smoke that still clings to them. Your old quidditch jumper is very comfortable, if a little small, I’m not sure why I stopped stealing it from you.
You had looked beautiful even that day, as they lowered you into the cold ground and I watched my own life be buried alongside you. Ever since then, the world has been cold and grey, the same as your tombstone. I hope you didn't mind my constant company those first few weeks but I couldn't bring myself to leave you alone, I could barely restrain myself from digging my fingers into the dirt and wrapping my arms around your cold bones and carrying them back home. I think they would offer more comfort and warmth than this cruel world has this year. I think my love should be enough to wake you up from your slumber.
The heavens are not merciful enough to agree.
I’m writing this to say goodbye one last time for I never got the chance to before and I hadn't mustered up the courage earlier. I’m going into this mission knowing it will be my last, knowing that all that will remain of me is my lifeless body if I am lucky enough. I had expressed my fear of dying to you when we were younger, eyes brighter and lungs full, but now I find myself strangely numb to the knowledge that I’m inviting death to my door. I had been afraid then to die without living the life we had planned together, to die without letting you know how deeply my love for you lives inside me, engraved into my bones. Now that my biggest fears have come true, I find that the fear has left me — perhaps just another thing I left buried alongside you.
My hands are stained red from the revenge I’ve tried to take but I know you will welcome me with open arms. Your friends — and what little I have left of mine — have tried to comfort me, to help me but they can't understand how I feel without you. They do not know that without you I am nothing, not when I had spent half a decade planning my life with you. I love you so much that even in your absence you are all I can think about, the words and touches I did not get the chance to share, the plans I did not get to fulfil because of my cowardice. I cannot imagine loving anyone the way I’ve loved you in your life and continue to after your death. You, dead, are so much better than anyone alive.
I cannot avenge you because even if I killed every single one of them, their souls wouldn't be enough to make up for the loss of yours. At the same time I cannot move on, not when you stand in the way of my life and when I dare not push you away, you are so far out of my reach already. There is no other choice for me but to join you. So this may not be a goodbye after all, perhaps just a notice that I’ll be with you soon if the heavens decide to bring us together again.
Please forgive me for not mailing this last letter, I don't know your new address.
Yours, in life and in death, Dorcas.’
Somewhere, far away in time and place, brown eyes meet hazel and Dorcas’ heart beats once more with no other purpose than to love.
#this... spiraled out of control so quickly#HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ZANDRA <33#dedicated to you and i think you can tell bc i stalked your page for headcanons of them and included as many as i could#poured my heart and soul into this i hope it shows#zandra the love of my life <3#ignore any mistakes pls i am SO tired#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon#dorlene#marauders#my writing
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You know what, fuck your Henry Potter headcannons here's some of the girls headcannons that doesn't involve any of the boys + fancast
All
Played DnD together
They all knew the passwords to get into each other's dorms
Had a book club
Favorite hangout spot was by the lake
Would pull a lot of pranks, but no one ever knew it was them
After Hogwarts they all got matching tattoos
Lived close by so that they could walk to each other's houses
Many girls trips
They were called the Crusaders
Sleepovers.
Lily Evans
Working class Midlands accent
Short but slouchs so she looks shorter than she actually is
Loves romance books
Favorite author is Jane Austen
Also loves to read muggle comics
Her favorite superhero is Spider-Man
Has ADHD and OCD but didn't get diagnosed till later in life
Freckles, everywhere
Bisexual and totally had a crush on Mary when she was younger
Plus Size
Sarcastic and snarky as fuck
Amazing writer but horrible handwriting
She tried really hard to be the wingman for Marlene and Dorcas
<3 ABBA <3
Was everyone's gay awakening
Wanted to grow her own food and garden more but hated dirt
Greek Mythology nerd
Had a lot of plants but never knew how to care for them
Doesn't like to watch Quidditch but read a lot about it
Cottagecore
Favorite color is Green
Hates the cold and loves summer
Hibiscus tea lover
Fighter
Mary MacDonald
Has a lot of siblings, is the oldest
Owns a lot of cameras and loves taking photos of her friends
Bisexual and had a crush on Lily
Best class was charms
Loves doing makeup
Plans all the sleepovers
Makes jewelry
Coffee > Tea
Pink was her favorite color
Loudest and most contagious laugh
Friends with almost everyone
Plays the trumpet, I have no reason she just has the vibes of a trumpet player
Paints her nails a different color every week
Dog person
Owns a record player that is covered in stickers
Hippie fashion sense
Grew up in a poorer area
Sewed a lot of her own clothes and makes things for her friends
Best friends with her mom
Christmas is her favorite holiday
Loves to listen to Lily rant about books even when she has no idea what she's saying
<3 Fleetwood Mac <3
Favorite flower is an Iris
Sorcerer
Marlene McKinnon
Lily made her realize she was a Lesbian
Thick scottish accent
Was Minerva's favorite student
Beater for Gryffindor Quidditch team
Really good at art
Does her own piercings
Ambivert but it depends on who she's with
Tallest in the group
Doesn't like anyone touching her hair other than Dorcas
Is the only one Mary let's do her makeup
Favorite color is red
LOVES leather
Ur mom jokes
Nazareth lover
Also Stevie Nicks fan
She cut her hair the same as Stevie Nick
Loves watching horror movies with Lily
Never wears her uniform the right way
Puts hot sauce on EVERYTHING
Bass player
I'm sorry but she is a lightweight
Pins and buttons on all her clothes
Really wanted a dog growing up but they couldn't afford one
Barbarian
Dorcas Meadowes
Has a lot of crystals
Best friends with Pandora and they talk a lot about astrology
Fell in love with Marlene at first sight
Slytherin, I'm not sure if it's cannon but she just is
Quidditch chaser
Favorite weather is cloudy and rainy
Punk hippie
Taught Lily how to care for her plants
Has a nose piercing
LESBIAN!!!
Horrible flirt
Might of had a crush on Pandora at some point
New about the tunnels and used them regularly
Favorite subject was potions but sucked at them
Very mixed friend group with a lot of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Gryffindor friends
Played Quidditch with her parents when she was younger
Makes tea with Lily while they gossip
Draws with Marlene
Second tallest in the group and hates that Marlene uses it against her(secretly loves it)
Loves coconut flavored things but hates coconut
Dolly Parton fan
Owns a lot of rainbow things
Loves psychological horror books
Druid
Pandora Lovegood
Very important to me that Xenophilius took her last name
Obviously hippie
Made friendship bracelets for all her friends
Vegan
Had a lot of pets. A lot
A few consisted of three cats, four frogs, two snakes, and a bird(yes she had more)
Grew up in a small cottage with a single mother
Marlene gave her a few piercings
Trans mtf
Ravenclaw
Was really good friends with Lily
She and Lily planed out play dates for Harry and Luna while Pandora was pregnant and before Lily died
Was the one that had the idea for a book club
Flower crown enthusiast
Always wore skirts no matter the occasion
Helped the house elves clean
Painted her nails with Mary
Drove a Volkswagen Beetle that Marlene painted on
Youngest in her group
Hyperfixation on dragons
Asked the sorting hat to put her in Ravenclaw because her favorite color was blue(not to say she wasn't smart enough to be in it)
Hung out a lot with Sybill Trelawney
Lily introduced her to muggle comics and Pandora's favorite hero was Startfire
Bard
#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#marauders girls#the crusaders#lily evans#mary macdonald#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#pandora lovegood#marylily#dorlene#marauders hc#marauders headcanon#so tired of people completely ignoring them#like we have the Slytherin Skittles but no decide name for any of the girl groups?#like come on#if no one else will then i guess its up to me#oh and fuck j.k.#i would add more characters but im tired#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black#peter pettigrew#regulus black
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Marauders era girls (valkyries??) headcanons: Gryffindor Edition
Lily Helena Evans —
Amazing at potions, she finds the process of it all very therapeutic
avid dress code follower
grew up just outside of London
pansexual, has a little pride flag on the wall behind her bed
she/her pronouns, cis but had an extremely short and intense questioning era in third year
didn’t get her drivers license until she was 22 because she just didn’t want to pay for classes (James taught her in a Boots parking lot with Sirius in the backseat)
comes from a pretty conservative family and is easily scandalized
genuinely likes hiking
Marlene Cecilia McKinnon —
Beater on the quidditch team (plays number six)
Dirty blonde but makes sirius help her bleach it lighter
Masc lesbian — came out in a very teary speech in the common room one night in second year and she was terrified that people wouldn’t want to be her friend anymore (literally not a single person was surprised)
Five siblings — one older sister, three younger sisters, and one baby brother
she/her but she’s pretty masc presenting/androgynous and it intensely confuses some of the older teachers
short, dull, and clean nails
Family is technically catholic but they don’t really follow any of the rules except going to church on the important days
family friends with the Potters
Mary Magdalena MacDonald—
accuses her white friends of being racists all the time just to make them uncomfortable
has the longest most strenuous curl routine literally ever
she/her, trans mtf
figured everything out with her gender really early and has super supportive parents so she was able to transition really young and now she educates people at Hogwarts about how transitioning can work with magic (spoiler alert: everything is much easier than the muggle way)
braids hair for all the girls on the quidditch team before games
got really into nail art in fifth year and started a small business out of her dorm room
says “i don’t discriminate” when asked about her sexuality (lily suspects she means bisexual)
only uses rlly bad nicknames to refer to her friends (ex: siri, marly, lilylulu, jamie baby)
bilingual english/romanian
sirius orion black —
DOWNTOWN GIRL
eyeliner pro
buys oversized leather jackets and pretends they belong to their boyfriend
prefers she/they but doesn’t mind he/him, genderfluid but usually fem
likes men generally??
obsessed over remus’ hands and talks about them at every girls night
finds it lowkey gender affirming when her brother calls her a bitch
beater on the quidditch team
puts highlighter on their collarbones
Alice Fortescue-
refers to herself as “Mama”
got with Frank in second year and they’ve broken up about fifty times since then but they always get back together
adopted a first year to be her and frank’s child in sixth year
ADHD, hyoerfixates like crazy
is really into dragons
she/they but identifies as a girl
token straight of the gryffindor girls
always volunteers to go on hikes with lily and always regrets it
loves herbology, hates arithmancy
spent all of her free time in seventh year learning how to do smoke tricks with sirius
#gryffindor#masc marlene mckinnon#lesbian marlene mckinnon#marlene mckinnon#lily evans#lily evans potter#genderfluid sirius black#fem sirius black#genderfluid sirius#transfem sirius black#sirius black#mary macdonald#alice fortescue#marauders era#marauders girls
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Marauders era aesthetics
James Potter - Gryffindor
broomsticks, quidditch robes, hot butter beer, autumn leaves, cinnamon, apple pie, dancing badly, movie nights, campfires, walks in the rain, adventures, new places, maps, fireworks, pine trees
Sirius Black - Gryffindor
leather jackets, thunderstorms, cigarettes, eyeliner, oversized hoodies, stolen sweaters, band t-shirts, rock music, record players, breaking rules, strong emotions, playing in the snow, drawing, friendship, loopy handwriting
Remus Lupin - Gryffindor
worn out sweaters, fresh parchment, old books, cigarettes, tea, ink pots, messy handwriting, chocolate, old shoes, fuzzy socks, forests, tragic smiles, sarcasm, big mugs
Peter Pettigrew - Gryffindor
birthday cakes, smiles, surprises, hot chocolate, board games, reading marathons, baby animals, weird talents, chess, soft blankets, herbal tea, disney songs, long walks, sunny afternoons, baking
Lily Evans - Gryffindor
vanilla ice cream, strawberries, summer dresses, scented candles, lemonade, snort-laughing, taylor swift, wild flowers, braided hair, gummy worms, romance novels, stuffed animals, lip balm, freckles
Marlene McKinnon - Gryffindor
jewelry, eyeliner, fishnet tights, dyed hair, crisp weather, polaroid pictures, parties, mint, iced coffee, whipped cream, thrift stores, friendship bracelets, sushi, piercings, chipped nail polish
Mary MacDonald - Gryffindor
cute pyjamas, tea leaves, crystals, glitter, cats, coloured pencils, heart doodles, lemon water, curly hair, bralettes, cardigans, flared jeans, poetry, musicals, taylor swift
Frank Longbottom - Gryffindor
wild ideas, free spirit, hot cocoa, beach days, watermelons, waffles, pure heart, passing notes, willow trees, best presents, bright colours, cartoons, rainy days, hide and seek
Alice Fortscue - Ravenclaw
floral patterns, picnics, pixie cuts, leather sandals, forest fruits, ice cream, horror films, blanket burritos, salted crisps, summer breeze, soft lips, mascara, lipstick, brown eyes, creativity
Emmaline Vance - Ravenclaw
open windows, windy weather, mythology, zodiac signs, photography, blueberries, jasmine tea, dark colours, dark hair, forests, classical music, astronomy, lavender, messy hair
Xenophillius Lovegood - Ravenclaw
wild imagination, obscure teas, colorful clothes, blue eyes, thoughtful gifts, rain, doodles, fantasy books, painting, museums, rivers, smooth pebbles, mascarpone, magazines, dark chocolate
Pandora Rosier - Ravenclaw
pearl necklaces, silver earrings, clouds, old books, ice skating, contagious laughter, curiosity, wild animals, cooking, windswept hair, pressed flowers, tall grass, butterflies, bird watching, denim jackets
Gilderoy Lockhart - Ravenclaw
poetry, snow, birds of paradise, valleys, cologne, rain, echoes, astronomy, charms, fame, elegance, fashion, dragon flies, ocean waves, new places
Sibyll Trelawney - Ravenclaw
crystal balls, minerals, tea leaves, cigarettes, long dresses, starry nights, zodiac signs, astronomy, mythology, piano music, poetry, teacups, essential oils, incense
Dorcas Meadows - Slytherin
colourful clothes, nails painted electric colours, raspberries, iced tea, citrus fruits, spring time, converse, lip gloss, lollipops, foreign languages, art museums, scrunchies, sticker collections
Evan Rosier - Slytherin
old books, long scarves, cooking, headphones, snowball fights, climbing trees (totally not a crimson rivers reference), binge watching shows, friendship bracelets, pet snakes
Lucius Malfoy - Slytherin
poetry, classical music, history, forests, dark chocolate, fresh parchment, mint, black coffee, architecture, quills, cunning ideas, birds of pray, sea salt, champagne glasses,
Narcissa Black - Slytherin
romance novels, red roses, bikinis, lakes, constellations, cheesecake, makeup, red lipstick, sorbets, diamond rings, piano music, black cardigans, white shirts,
Bellatrix Black - Slytherin
ball gowns, red wine, ambition, curly hair, reptiles, cliffs, mini skirts, cherries, eyeshadow, white bedsheets, silver jewelry, obsidian, black tea, powdered sugar
Andromeda Black - Slytherin
baking, summer dresses, messy handwriting, flower crowns, wild strawberries, ocean waves, blankets, crochet queen, picnic baskets, lace nighties, rose petals, full notebooks, sunsets
Regulus Black - Slytherin
big rooms, pianos, beaches, caves, echoes, books, theatre, sparkling water, lightning, rainy evenings, ink pots, poetry, dogs, cups of tea gone cold, rings, cologne, gobstones
Severus Snape - Slytherin
potions, tattered clothes, greasy hair, bad choices, unrequited love, snail slime, horrible personality, bullying children, blackmail
Rita Skeeter - Slytherin
gossip, perfume, fresh parchment, quills, romance novels, mini skirts, classical music, eyeliner, lipgloss, long nails, curled hair, insects, pressed flowers, blackmail, silver earrings
Barty Crouch Jr - Slytherin
messy hair, lakes, cupcakes, penknives, quills, mint, forests, fantasy novels, chess, thunderstorms, snow, black tea, mean comments, ink pots, empty rooms
Hestia Jones - Hufflepuff
cardigans, curiosity, adventures, confidence, mary jane shoes, fairy lights, pressed flowers, guitars, hardback books, daffodils, mermaids, beach days, sun hats, sparkly nail polish, long walks,
Ted Tonks - Hufflepuff
si-fi novels, video games, movie nights, cooking, photo booths, wax crayons, kanken backpacks, festivals, amusement parks, insects, hot chocolate, cookies, worn out jeans
Maryrose Jenkins - Hufflepuff
(this character is from “ The Marauders” series on wattpad by pengiwen, not canon, i just really wanted to include her)
scented candles, tatters converse, pressed flowers, lip balm, fantasy novels, curiosity, adventures, creativity, ice cream, sunsets, scrunchies, flared jeans, bikinis, butterflies
Amelia Bones - Hufflepuff
denim jackets, doc martens, essential oils, writing stories, lavender perfume, plant mom, big windows, forests, boats, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, black coffee, snow globes, seashells
Amos Diggory - Hufflepuff
creativity, cooking, adventures, movie nights, book shops, bow ties, lakes, woods, campfires, a little shy, cookies, tea, plants, sugar cubes, jokes, smiles
#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#dorcas meadowes#alice fortescue#frank longbottom#Emmaline vance#xenophilius lovegood#pandora malfoy#gilderoy lockhart#sibyll trelawney#lucius malfoy#narcissa black#bellatrix black#andromeda black#regulus black#severus snape#rita skeeter#barty crouch junior#hestia jones#ted tonks#maryrose jenkins#amelia bones#ludo bagman#amos diggory#marauders era
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Hi All! Sorry for the late update, work was crazy this afternoon, so I had to wait to update! Here is Part Nine of Opposites Are a Perfect Match! Enjoy!
About a month into the term, Sebastian appeared behind Rosaline’s shoulder at the end of their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, bidding her to follow him. Rosaline and Sebastian became quick friends when they met at the beginning of term. Being mutual friends with Ominis, and close ones at that, they had heard plenty of stories about each other, and truthfully didn’t need much of an introduction when they formally met. The three of them quickly found a routine in their friendship, and Rosaline grew truly fond of the intelligent, if a bit rebellious boy. He brought energy into Ominis’ usually sedate universe and seeing her childhood friend become so worked up was as endearing as it was funny.
Sebastian led Rosaline through the school grounds and into the lower hallways of Gryffindor Tower where Ominis met with them, stepping in stride with them silent and smooth, as though bleeding out of the corridor shadows themselves. “Will you tell me where we’re going?” Rosaline asked, arms crossed over her chest. It was rather warm in the castle still, but Rosaline wore a pressed blazer and skirt combination paired with well-worn and well-maintained ankle boots. An emerald ribbon was tied in a bow under her shirt collar.
“What’s the point?” Ominis replied with a shrug, “We’re nearly there anyway.”
Indeed, the boys were escorting Rosaline through one final door and over the wooden bridge leading towards the Clock Tower. A few students lingered about the edges of the bridge chatting excitedly while stealing glances towards them.
Inside the clock tower was worse.
Students from all houses were milling about, none at all concerned by the large pendulum swinging heavily just above their heads. On one side of the room, separated by a gated fence, some students were lining up training dummies next to piles of crates and boxes full of gauze and bandages She noticed a familiar mop of red curly hair among them, carrying a couple crates of his own, though they were fastened with lids, nailed tightly shut from the looks of it. She might’ve waved towards him, had he caught her eye, but Sebastian was pushing her towards a younger Gryffindor boy standing in the corner, furiously scribbling on a writing board. As they came closer, Rosaline realized everything the boy wrote on the board was transcribed on a series of papers that were fastened to the wall behind him.
“Lucan!” Sebastian called, a wide smile in his voice. Lucan looked up swiftly, large dark brown eyes lighting up excitedly.
“Sebastian! I was wondering when you’d turn up!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Sebastian said with a wave of his hand. “I had to drag someone the whole way here.”
Now Lucan turned his attention to Rosaline and offered a friendly smile. He introduced himself quickly and explained that she had found herself in the middle of an unsanctioned dueling club most of the student population knew about and participated in every year. “The tournament probably won’t start for another couple of weeks,” Lucan admitted, “Gathering supplies has been a bit more difficult this year. But I thought a fun no-strings-attached round might be fun!”
“Well, you can count me in!” Sebastian said with a grin and Lucan turned to write his name on the board. It appeared on the paper a few moments later.
“And what about you?” Lucan asked Rosaline, who gracefully declined.
“What?” Sebastian whined, grabbing her arm, “Come one! Have a little fun!”
“I don’t particularly like dueling,” Rosaline replied, before grimacing and glancing at Lucan, “No offense.”
“None taken,” Lucan reassured, “It’s not for everyone.”
Sebastian simply rolled his eyes and made off to greet a few other students Rosaline didn’t know and didn’t quite feel like meeting. She turned around a tried to find her way back to where Ominis had slipped away, but the bustling of students around her pushed her towards the opposite end of the room. A tall Ravenclaw girl rushed past Rosaline, bumping her shoulder quite painfully, and causing Rosaline to collide into someone else.
“Hey—oh,” Garreth reached out a hand to steady Rosaline as she reflectively grabbed her shoulder, “Are you okay, Rosaline?” He looked down at her with a furrowed brow, glittering green eyes darkened, and an uncharacteristically worried frown. He glanced up, catching a glimpse of the Ravenclaw student who was still hurrying away, and unhappy grunt escaping him.
“I’m fine,” Rosaline reassured, though she still rubbed along her arm, “More surprised than anything, really.”
Garreth studied her, an unconvinced quirk in his brow, “You’re sure?”
“I promise.”
Garreth was still for a moment longer before releasing a heavy breath and folding her under his arm. Bare skin where Garreth’s arms were exposed—he had rolled his shirt sleeves up and was wearing an appealing red and gold plaid Gryffindor vest—brushed against the back of Rosaline’s neck. It was solid, but not heavy, and warm. The heat of it sunk through Rosaline’s blazer and shirt, warming the length of her upper back. It lingered, even after he had sat her on a stool situated just where the stone walls of the Clock Tower met the metal fencing that seemed to separate some sort of club storage.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” Garreth said, standing next to where she now sat and leaning a shoulder against the wall to face her. “Doesn’t seem like your thing.”
Rosaline raised a brow and crossed her ankles, “I could say the same about you.”
Garreth reached up and grabbed at his chest in mock agony, “You wound me!” he laughed, “Do I not look like a fit duelist?” Garreth’s goofy smile remained even as Rosaline raised a brow at him.
A tiny smirked appeared on her face as she said, “Not what I meant.”
Garreth laughed again, “I suppose you’re right though. It’s all a bit too competitive for me.”
Now it was Rosaline’s turn to laugh, though her pitch was much more incredulous, her eyes full of teasing mirth, “Too competitive for Gryffindor’s star beater?”
“How do you know about that?” Garreth cried, a laugh still bubbling in his throat, his eyes wide and unbelieving, thinking she wouldn’t yet know he played for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, what with the season being cancelled.
“I’m best friends with Imelda.” Rosaline said drily, a bit of lighthearted mocking lacing her voice.
“That’d do it,” Garreth admitted shaking his head.
“So,” Rosaline said after a moment of comfortable silence, “What are you doing here, then?”
“I supply the club with Wiggenweld potions,” Garreth shrugged. “Easy enough to make, and it’s good practice.”
“That’s kind of you,” Rosaline said, “And I’m sure you earn a bit of spending money for your efforts?”
“Not really,” Garreth says scratching the back of his neck, “I just do it as a favor to Lucan. He’s a good kid. Plus, it’s fun to watch the matches.”
“I see,” Rosaline looked down at the toes of her shoes poking out under her skirt, a bit embarrassed about her assumption.
“Probably not best for business,” Garreth joked, he tried to smile, but the tilt of his lips was uneasy.
“No,” Rosaline said, lifting her head to meet his eyes, “It’s actually very sweet of you.”
Garreth cleared his throat, neck and face flushing a pleasing shade of red. It bridged his nose and travelled up his cheek to the tips of his ears. Rosaline was fascinated by the way the blush seemed to darken his freckles too. “So, what are you doing here, if not to duel?”
Rosaline rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk lighting her face, “Sebastian dragged me all the way here for Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“You came to watch him, then?” Garreth asked quickly. His smile had dimmed a little though he still maintained a mostly cheery countenance.
“I think he wanted me to duel with him but,” Rosaline shrugged and shook her head, “Like you said, not really my thing.”
It wasn’t long after that Lucan began the friendly tournament. His papers were enchanted to pair names up based on their dueling stats from the previous year, and it sounded like those with lower stats would be dueling first, leading up to, “A grand finale of expertise and excitement!” Lucan cried.
Rosalie giggled at the young man’s enthusiasm but stayed seated to watch as a pair of first years entered the ring. Many of the early duels were between the first years. They were also frightfully boring. The smaller witches and wizards didn’t know much beyond a basic cast, and the beginnings of a very inconsistent protego. Garreth offered any duelsts who walked their way a Wiggenweld potion, and most of them declined, pride a bit too bruised to accept the offering.
That soon changed, however, as more advanced duelists began to enter the ring. The use of incendio, and levioso became prominent, though the most advanced students often threw a surprise confringo or pterificus totalus just for fun. Rosaline could see the opponents were truly fighting friendly; teasing and laughing often ringing in the clock tower just as loudly as spells. They thanked Garreth happily for the offered potions, shooting them back and returning the jars to the crate at his feet. Garreth greeted each one, refusing their thanks with a shake of his head or a wave of his hand.
Some duelists left after their match. Curfew was growing closer, though a bit of sun still lit the sky, the blazing orange hues flooding into the Clock Tower. Other’s stayed, found perches around the ring to watch the rest, some even summoned brooms and used them to sit above the ever thinning crowd. It wasn’t much longer before Rosaline saw Ominis maneuvering through the crowd, his wand flashing red at the tips as he moved.
“Rosaline,” He called as he neared, “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Sorry, Ominis,” Rosaline replied, reaching out a hand to steady him, “I got lost in the crowd.”
“Me too,” Ominis said, a teasing little smile appearing on his face.
Garreth cleared his throat, and Ominis startled, obviously not having noticed the Gryffindor in his singular effort to find Rosaline.
“Hello, Weasley,” Ominis greeted, tilting his head. His tone was perfectly cool and cordial.
“Gaunt,” Garreth also tilting his head, though his tone was much more casual, it still slipped with the same careful cordiality as Ominis’ greeting.
“Men,” Rosaline huffed under her breath.
“Ah, Rosaline,” Ominis turned his gaze back to her, “Sebastian’s turn is coming up.”
“Oh, good,” Rosaline said, “Tell him if he doesn’t win his match, I’ll tell Imelda what he really thinks of her Quidditch warm-ups.”
“You don’t want to come sit closer?” Ominis asked.
“No, I am perfectly able to see here,” Rosaline responds with a flick of her wrist.
“And when he asks why you would do such a horrible thing?” Ominis didn’t press Rosaline to move, knowing that her mind was hard to change once made up.
“If he loses, he will have wasted my time,” Rosaline said with a little smirk.
Ominis chuckled and agreed to relay the message, disappearing back into the crowd.
“Would you really?” Garreth asked, genuine curiosity coating his words, and Rosaline found herself staring up into his green eyes, the verdant irises flickering over the void of hers. “Tell Imelda Sebastian doesn’t like her warm-ups?”
“Rosaline shook her head, tilting it to the side as Sebastian and his partner, Leander of all people, were introduced.
“Then why say it?”
Now Rosaline turned to look at the duelists in the center of the ring. Sebastian had removed his robe and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbow. His usually confidant smirk was gone, replaced by a hard, determined stare he had levelled at Leander.
“Motivation.” Rosaline answered.
Sebastian did duel incredibly well. Leander, for what it’s worth, didn’t surrender immediately. He even managed to singe the toes of Sebastian’s shoes, but a nauseating combination of flippendo and descendo sent him whirling through the air and into the floor. He yielded after that, though he seethed through his teeth.
Sebastian cheered for himself, and the whole of the gathered crowd cheered with him. His duel had been the last, and students were now pouring out of the Clock Tower. Sebastian and Minis went with them, but Sebastian stopped and turned, spying were Rosaline and Garreth were speaking, still in the corner by the wall and storage.
“Rosaline,” he called, hand cupping his mouth, “Come on!”
Rosaline regarded Sebastian for a moment before turning back to her companion.
“You should go,” Garreth said to her, jerking his head in the direction of the disappearing crowd.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Garreth replied, grabbing her hand squeezing it. Her fingers were long, slender, and freezing where they lay cupped in his. “I’m going to store the rest of these potions and help Lucan clean up a bit. You go ahead.”
“You’re sure?” Rosaline asked, her fingers curled around his, as much of a squeeze as she dared.
“Positive.”
Rosaline agreed, stepping down the stairs and, with a final glance back at Garreth, who smiled and waved, jogged to rejoin Sebastian and Ominis as they slipped out the Clock Tower door.
#garreth weasley#hogwarts au#hogwarts legacy#garreth weasley x mc#garreth x mc#garreth x you#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow
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things about me.
my name means home. well, my birth name means alive, but fuck that. i have warm (?) brown eyes and medium brown hair, 3a curls that are slightly sun-damaged. lightly tanned skin from the harsh australian sun. i think my voice is annoying. when i get upset, you can hear the scotch roots, i think. my girlfriend says i'm cute. i'm warm and homely in the way that a thundery yet warm summer night is. my favourite food is pizza, burgers, and beef korma. i love the smell of garlic. i would die for my friends. i like listening to music. i am the boy with fire in their blood and ash on their tongue. i seethe with anger and quiet rebellion. i hate most when i hurt people i love. i'm an only child. my nails are almost always painted black, and artfully chipped. i hate maths. i love french, and drama. my voice always sounds sarcastic. apparently i'm a good kisser. i need reading glasses, but i almost never wear them. i hurt. when i'm angry at myself, i sometimes scratch my hip, like last year. 2022 was the shittiest year of my life. i like to think i'm good at art. i require red bull every saturday before netball. my pronouns are he/they/any, but honestly i want he/they except im mildly in denial. i was a planned baby. and a child of *two* seperations, ergo giving me 3 mums and 2 dads. my girlfriend thinks i'm pretty. i'm good at netball, goal attack, except i can't shoot goals at training, it's the 'training curse'. i love indian food. my faveourite pizza is margherita. i have a plain cheeseburger, and i put chips in too. i flinch when i read/hear homophobic slurs. i find it really hard to cry, even when i think about last year, all i get is dry sobs. my biggest fear is either myself, or being alone. my hogwarts house is gryffindor. sometimes i wonder what i did to have everyone hate me last year. but not this year, no, i have friends and a gf now. i read fanfic and stay up too late. my favourite animals are horses, and i might be starting lessons soon. my favourite horse breed is the irish cob, the ardennais, and the arabian. my faveouite colours are purple and dark grey. i hate when ppl say 'math' instead of 'maths'. i like comedy. my element is probably fire. at school camp, my friends sacraficed a bit of my soul to the moon. my father doesn't really agree with trans stuff, be he respects us as people, so thats okay. my mother is in denial that i'm queer. i want a record player. i draw on my hands during school. i like stargazing. i like sour things. i love the smell of wet soil. i just got at A* in french.
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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE WARRIOR? get what she deserves?” She is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & is OPEN to finding out.
— she walks through the world as ;
name → dorcas meadows
pronouns → she/her
identification → cis female
year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960
face claim → joy sunday
blood status → half-blood
sexual orientation → homosexual (lesbian)
occupation → deputy head hit witch at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic
future information → head hit witch at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic
— she is best described as ;
A KNIGHT cast in armor, she is the DEFIANCE held in a BATTLECRY yet the tears poured by WIDOWS welcoming their lovers home in caskets. Shedding moth wings to become her own HERO, she burns with a mind and strength as unyielding as a HURRICANE. SELECTIVE yet VIOLENT in seeking actions of JUSTICE to delight in ends met, while their STRENGTH makes them a force; their COLD GUARDED HEART shields them from love laced whiskey lullabies.
— she story starts with ;
Born to Mathew - a muggle professor in linguistics - and Charlotte - an Auror in the Ministry of Magic - Doe was taught that strength came from within. Embarking their wisdom, she encapsulated the best of them. With her father’s wit and intellect and her mother’s bravery, drive and persistence, it became clear to her peers that Dorcas could and would stand defiantly for truth and honor. Fate and destiny were mere fairy tales in the young witch’s mind, with one’s future path forged not from chance but from perseverance. Growing between two worlds ignited a passionate love affair for both sides of her heritage. Fascinating over Ancient Runes with feminist female muggle rock bands blaring from her portal player, she glowed in the opportunities, art and knowledge held in both. For her parents, it was important she understood what being a ‘Half-Blood’ meant in the wizarding world. While celebrated by them, not everyone was as liberal with their ideologies. Prejudice was a suffocating reality that left even Charlotte cast from her wizarding family because of who she chose to love. Assured that her value was not minimized to something as fragile as blood, being a part of both worlds was a gift; even if at times it came with burdens.
Heeding her parents' warning when at last her Hogwarts letter arrived, Doe packed her bags adamant that she wouldn’t be demoralized for she was the hero of her own story. With that, there was no surprise she was sorted into the house of the lion hearted; Gryffindor. Befriending fellow first years and dorm mates: LILY EVANS [best friend], MARY MACDONALD [best friend], and MARLENE MCKINNON [best friend], they brought out the best in one another. Doe took pride as the voice of reason. Strong morals guiding her true, blunt sarcasm pulled her friends out of their antics with Doe making sure they had both feet in reality. Inseparable, they spent nights gossiping as they painting their nails with polish Mary gathered before following Marlene to The Black Lake at the cusp of nightfall only to meet the ‘famous’ Marauders; JAMES POTTER [friend/rival], SIRIUS BLACK [friend/rival], PETER PETTIGREW [close friend] and REMUS LUPIN [best friend]. Knowing the four from class and the common room, Doe held skepticism towards them all. Particularly, James and Sirius who’s arrogance she found antagonizing. Their charmed gimmicks fell short with rolls of her eyes and sharp tongue calling out their laddish behavior.
Rightfully pointed out by Mary, they contradicted that Doe’s dislike could be rooted in jealousy. Possessing suppressed feelings for Marlene, her relationship with James and close bond with Sirius left her feeling discarded and absent. But in Mar’s neglect, Doe found a confidant in Remus. Between shared chocolate squares, he listened to her rant and watched her make the occasional rock explode with a quick and easy flick of her wand. Matters of unrequited love never held well in hearts, though the burden was lessened with Remus by her side. Love and the arrogance of men were soon to be the least of her worries with the end of her fifth year bringing heart retching tragedy. Pulled out of her Transfiguration class, Dorcas was brought to the Head Master’s office to be delivered the news that while on their research trip to Norway, her parents had been ambushed. A group of radicalized wizards attacked, killing her father instantly. While her mother had fought tactfully to ward off the invaders, she was exposed to Dragon Pox and died merely a few days later. Packed off to live with her muggle aunt - the only relative she had left -, Doe turned cold and blunt as she quivered in consuming grief.
Dangerous activities became her outlet, following the reckless lead of Marlene, James and Sirius. New found vices brought concern to some; but with the burn of fire whiskey, the thick smog of cigarettes and soaring over the Black Lake gave her the adrenaline she needed to distract her from her pain, then that is what she would do. She knew that her parents wouldn’t have approved of how she was handling their passing, but they weren’t here to say otherwise. Someone that seemed to find calm in Doe again was GWENOG JONES [former partner]. After a passing challenge to join her in flight, the pair quickly found a connection with one another. For the first time Doe’s affection was equally reciprocated. Their love was a whirlwind. Wound up in their last years of Hogwarts, it was filled with each other’s firsts. Gwen held Doe up when she needed it the most and together they pieced back the broken shards of each other's hearts. Tender kisses trailed over shoulders, clasped hands and the brisk breeze of air on their faces as they chased the sunset like nothing could ever tear them apart. Unfortunately, change came when Gwen was scouted to join the Holyhead Harpies. Though they held deep affection for one another with a job lined up at the Ministry the two parted ways so they could both fulfill their dreams with heavy hearts.
For safe measure with rumors of war emerging, upon graduating Doe uttered ‘obliviate’, erasing her from her Aunt’s memory; hoping she wouldn’t befall the same fate as her parents. Mary, Lily and Mar were quick to assure that they along with the boys would be her family now. With batted breath, she clung to them like they were all she had in the world. Following in her mother’s footsteps, Doe joined the ranks of Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. Working alongside forces such as HESTIA JONES [colleague], ALICE YEN [colleague/mentor], and GRACE HAYWOOD [colleague] all three dominating leaders and trailblazers that she couldn’t help but look up to. Though Hestia seemed hesitant at embracing Doe, Alice welcomed her with open arms. Recognizing the great passion and drive for equal rights within Doe, she scouted and informed her of a new group forming under the rank of PROFESSOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [former headmaster]; The Order of The Phoenix. Hoping to safeguard the Wizarding World from radical wizards, Doe accepted without a blink of hesitation. Craving purpose, Doe saw the opportunity as a way to honor her parents. Fighting for the equal world they dreamed of in hopes to finally make them proud.
After the solstice of 1983 everything fell into perspective for Dorcas. After watching the order scramble in an unprecedented war she is adamant for that meek feeling to never capture her again. With cases piled high, every one became more dire than the next she transferred to the hit wix division under ANNABETH PEBWORTH [boss/close friend] to put her talents to better use. Gunning for big names, Doe's observance of LACHESIS MALFOY [adversary] continues as their pompous behavior at the sight of muggles leaves her suspicious. Categorizing their political moves with the help of MALFADA HOPKIRK [colleague/romantic liaison] assistant to MILLICENT BAGNOLD [boss], she's started to notice a pattern of behavior. Particularly with those Lachesis affiliated themselves with; JAE MULCIBER [adversary] and EDRICK SELWYN [adversary]. Suspecting corruption in the Ministry itself, under the disguise of a beauty potion she bought a charmed two way note book off CHIARA LOBOSCA [acquaintance] from Obsurcus Books; with one book detailing everything spoken near its pair. Planning to plant the object within an office in hopes to catch a snake in the grass, the question being, which door to unlock first.
— she is a LEVEL 7 WITCH & readied for war ;
#dorcas meadowes#1959 to 1960#order member#ministry#m mary macdonald#m lily evans#m marlene mckinnon#m james potter#m sirius black#m remus lupin#m peter pettigrew#m gwenog jones#m hestia jones#m alice yen#m grace haywood#m albus dumbledore#m annabeth pebworth#m lachesis malfoy#m malfada hopkirk#m millicent bagnold#m jae mulciber#m edrick selwyn#m chiara lobosca#open#open witch#open order member
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@thatsecondsalemboy liked for starter set post-Secrets of Dumbledore
She could feel her magic tingling at her fingertips as she buzzed with anxiety. It’d been over five years since losing her second family, though she really only cared for her two siblings. Chastity may have been mean at times but even then, Modesty knew her sister followed Mary Lou’s fanaticism as a means of self protection. And Credence... well, she missed her older brother more than she knew how to put into words. Beyond missing him, there was also the mountain of guilt that never quite left her alone.
If he hadn’t found her wand, he wouldn’t have gotten caught by Mary Lou. If Modesty hadn’t lost her temper and whipped the belt out of Ma’s hand, she wouldn’t have gotten even more upset and maybe, just maybe Credence wouldn’t have lost control... She’d be taught about obscuruses and obscurials since then. Now, realizing just how horrifically the trauma had hurt Credence and the suppression of his magic. Maybe if she hasn’t been scared... truthfully more afraid of the man whose mind was filled with darkness and hate who approached her at her parent’s house than her brother (she could never truly be scared of her big brother, not the only one under that roof who indulged her rambles and small rebellions, never tattling and always being a hand to hold).
Standing at the door to the Hog’s Head Inn, the young witch tugged at her Gryffindor robes as if she could borrow some valor from her school colors. Professor Dumbledore had told her she needed to wait a few days when they first brought Credence to Hogsmead. The young witch had pestered the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor each and every day, to the fullest annoying extent a girl who once had nine siblings could muster, until the reunion was allowed to happen.
Exhaling slowly, she pushed open the door, walking through the threshold, fighting the urge to dig her nails into her palms. Modesty wandered in towards the bar, studying the room for a familiar face.
“Ummm... hello? Credence? Mr. Aberforth? Is anyone here?”
“...I think Professor Dumbledore sent a message ahead that I could come?”
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Things about my ongoing marauders fic (please suggest or correct)
Dorcas being Slytherin
Barty being Ravenclaw
Lily being Ravenclaw
Mary: straight or gay? Or aro? Wdyt?
Dorcas being best friends with Regulus
Sirius being really good at art
James having ADHD
Remus having dyslexia
Sirius being shy and quiet only because he was scared of judgement; builds up confidence through first year
Regulus, Sirius and Lily knowing fluent French (but Regulus and Sirius don't know Lily can speak it)
Peter just straight up not existing
Sirius, Regulus, Barty, Evan, Mary and Marlene painting their nails together every Friday night
Sirius wearing the girl's uniform sometimes (he's nervous the first time, but by the end of the day he realizes that he looks fabulous)
Regulus wearing anything either black or looking like it's from the Victorian era
Pandora being a Slytherin
Regulus, Remus and Lily being best friends
Regulus, Remus and Lily talking to each other in BSL (British sign language)
Regulus and Sirius ranting about James and Remus in French to each other (and Lily always hears)
Barty, Remus, James, Lily and Marlene fell first
Dorcas, Pandora, Regulus, Sirius and Evan fell harder
Frank and Alice being the mom and dad of the group (they were older by three years; prefects and head boy and girl)
Mary has a single, closeted mum
Mary is a demigod
Sirius was almost a Slytherin, but he insisted on being Gryffindor
Minerva *obviously* favoured the gang; letting them off easy regarding detentions, letting them sit at each other's tables, etc.
Evan writes poetry in a tiny notebook
Barty discovers said notebook
Evan and Barty are Regulus's chosen parents; Effie and Fleamont are Sirius's
Effie lets Sirius borrow her jewelry
Fast forward to after graduation:
The whole group moves to a place (TBD) together
Lily is Harry's surrogate mom; she and Pandora are his godmothers
Regulus is Luna's surrogate (? Sperm donor sounds weird) father; he and James are her godfathers
Barty and Evan don't actually get married for a while
And neither do Dorcas and Marlene
They all live in harmony and are happy
They do campfire nights ALL THE TIME
#holy crap I didn't think I would write this much#headcanon#marauders headcanon#lgbtqia#wolfstar#jegulus#marauders era#fluff#gay#harry potter#pandalily#rosekiller#marauders fandom#hp marauders#barty crouch junior#pandora lovegood#harry potter marauders#lily evans#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#regulus black#evan rosier#marlene mckinnon#dorlene#mary mcdonald#dorcas meadowes#bel rants about marauders#bel rants about random shit#bel procrastinates
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. ✧ . * . ⌜ penelope mitchell, twenty-four, cisfemale, she/her / nightmare by halsey + chipped nail polish on nails bitten to the quick, black eyeliner and a smokey eye made from yesterday's makeup, and therapy in the form of tattoos and cigarettes ⌟ hey, have you met CASSIDY 'SID' FLETCHER yet? the HALFBLOOD (werewolf) is a SIXTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a GRYFFINDOR. i heard they transferred from BEAUXBATONS ACADEMY OF MAGIC about THREE YEARS ago. makes sense given they tend to be a bit REALISTIC and SARCASTIC. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the UNDECIDED side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.
&. BASICS
Full Name: cassidy 'sid' fletcher
Nicknames: sid mostly, cas or cassie would be reserved for family or a best friend, or those that knew her when she was a kid
Age: 24
Sexuality: lesbian
Date of Birth: june 3rd
Place of Birth: rotterdam, netherlands
Gender & Species: cisfemale, halfblood werewolf
Current Location: swansea, wales
&. MORE BASIC INFO
Languages: english and dutch
Education: sixth year gryffindor
Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: drinks and smokes
&. PERSONALITY
Zodiac Sign: gemini
Likes: being alone, DADA class, charms class, the color black, combat boot and converses, hoodies, choker necklaces, animals, tattoos, painting/art, music, a little bit of whiskey in her coffee
Dislikes: crowds, loud people, people who think they're hot shit, bright colors, potions class, divinations class, her mother, her eldest brother, quidditch and whistling.
Bad Habits: smoking, nail biting
Hobbies: painting, listening to music
Fears: hurting someone on a full moon, open water
Five Positive Traits: realistic, anticipative, individualistic, protective, loyal
Five Negative Traits: sarcastic, quick-tempered, blunt, gloomy, impulsive
&. APPEARANCE
Tattoos:
legs: x x
arms: x x
back: x
behind the ear: x
Piercings: x
Pinterest: x
&. FAMILY INFORMATION
Parent Names: brian fletcher (halfblood) and eline fletcher (halfblood)
Sibling Names: two sisters, one older and one younger, and one older brother
Other Relevant Relative:
Uncle: warren fletcher
Aunt: lilly fletcher-bakker
&. BIOGRAPHY
born and raised in rotterdam, sid was the third child to brian and eline fletcher. brian. it was just a year later that the fourth and final fletcher joined them. growing up, it was a normal childhood. being a middle child and living in a major port city, sid gained independence quickly. she loved her siblings but she has always been the one to find peace in being alone. because of this she took interest in art and music early into her childhood.
sid has always been closer to her older brother, with them being a year apart, and the middle children, they bonded quickly over being compared to and overshadowed by their eldest sister. as a teen, sid held heavy resentment towards her younger sister as she would get away with a lot, was given everything she wanted, and much unlike sid, could do no wrong.
if you asked her family, sid fell into the wrong crowd. she took up smoking at 16 and as soon as she could start getting tattoos, she was in the parlor almost once every other month. she loved her friends, they were a muggle group and because of that she felt she had no pressure around them. they understood her. it was hard on sid when she ended up having to leave them, spend more time away from them, when she started at beauxbatons.
it was in her second year of her schooling when she was taking a midnight walk and enjoying the sit of the full moon that she was attacked by a werewolf. this attack left her with a scars that runs down her right thigh, and left her in the care of healers for months. it also started her journey with lycanthropy.
her attack and hospitalization caused a riff in her family, her father stayed with her the entire time, with every step he was there, but her mother broke. not only was seeing her daughter like that too much for her, but the idea of having a werewolf as a daughter repulsed her. the year following the attack as hard, not only did sid have to learn how to adjust to this new life but she had to watch her parents go through a divorce.
sid's father took her, and her older brother, to wales and they settled down swansea and immediately enrolled at hogwarts.
at hogwarts, sid keeps to herself. she's not only afraid of how people will react when they find out but also afraid that if she gets super close or attached to someone, that she could hurt them someday and that would destroy her.
(more to come.)
&. WANTED CONNECTIONS
knows she's a werewolf (1/2) - this could be someone who is a confidant that she told, someone she's close too OR someone who found out and is using it against her.
crush
one night stand
ex
best friend
enemies to friends
former lovers to friends
drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk
art or music lover connection
someone who knew her back when she was at beauxbatons
love / hate
flirtationship
situationship
unrequited crush
former friends
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⸻ i am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something i only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
a private roleplay blog for sirius black for nox-hq. twenty-one, studying defense against the dark arts.
[ lorenzo zurzolo, 23, he/him ] - SIRIUS BLACK is a [ 21 ] old [ CIS MAN ], and a member of the [ GRYFFINDOR ] house. SIRIUS is studying [ DADA ] in their [ TENTH ] year at hogwarts. SIRIUS reminds people of [ THE BLACK SPOT AT THE EDGE OF THE FOREST, INK SMEARED PAW PRINTS, MELTED CANDLES ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE, CHIPPED NAIL POLISH ], and is siding with the [ ORDER ] during the war. but hopefully, it won’t come to that. [ moth, he/him, 26, cst ].
01. born to a pureblood family, sirius was the heir of the black family name, but his increasing disagreements with their beliefs of blood purity and his sorting into gryffindor results in him being outcasted. he struggled to appease the part of himself that wants to be what his family desires him to be, but it does not go anywhere beyond arguments and months of silence.
02. attached at the hip to his found family of james, remus and peter. he is an animagus, nicknamed padfoot, which he learned to perfect after discovering remus’ affliction as a werewolf.
03. although he is snarky and possesses a streak for cruelty towards outsiders, sirius is deeply loyal to his beliefs and the people around him. he is headstrong, somewhat pushy and stubborn about his opinions, but he is rather cemented in the idea of being different than his family and does put that effort in! that doesn’t mean he is necessarily kind out of habit - it is something he actively must work on. his kindness is selective, and his true show of it extends to his small group. to others, he may appear unapproachable and somewhat of a problem.
04. owns a motorcycle he keeps hidden in the forest. he is incredibly interested in wands!
05. rebellion has been ingrained into him since his branch off from his family, but this is something that stains the rest of his life as well. school, especially, as he’s often acting out and discipline does little to sway him. his personal room is a show of gryffindor colors and pride out of spite.
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