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—— is that really james potter? it’s been so long! did you hear, he is studying to be an auror? from what i remember, he was charming and brave, but also pretty temperamental and unforgiving, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re with the order of the phoenix, but that doesn’t define them.
PAST:
there’s no sugar coating it, james was an entitled prick in his early years at hogwarts. he knows it, you know it, we all know it. the thing is, homeboy was spoiled. he was his parent’s rainbow baby ( after multiple miscarriages ) and that clouded their judgement when parenting. he was spoiled and didn’t know what it felt like to not get something he wanted. he grew out of that though, not without some serious bumps along the road.
the marauders are everything to him. they’re the closest thing he ever had to brothers and for someone that grew up relatively lonely, it was amazing to have people around him that didn’t take his bullshit but were willing to help him grow into a better person. they were there for the fun and adventure but were also loyal beyond belief and it was through their friendship that james really matured, which is why he thanks them for becoming the man he is today. getting to know their struggles and seeing their hardships is how he developed a sense of empathy, it’s why he fights so adamantly for others rights.
his infatuation with the ever elusive miss.evans started as a personal challenge to get the pretty red head to flirt a little, but that rapidly grew into something far beyond his comprehension. the boy had no idea how to communicate his feelings which is ultimately what led to them butting heads consistently. can you blame him though? even in the wizarding world, boys are taught that when you like a girl you’re not supposed to SAY it, you’re supposed to annoy them so they know they’re constantly on your mind. once that didn’t bode well, james was discouraged and by grade three, he just wanted to date someone that thought he was great too. introducing, marlene mckinnon. they’d been close friends since they were practically in diapers, always scurrying off at her parents parties to get up to some sort of mischief or just meeting up over the summer to talk. she was the first girl he genuinely connected with as a friend, the honorary marauder in his eyes. this ultimately led to him asking her out because well, what’s better than dating your best friend? it was COMFORTABLE. so much so that they fell into the rhythm of it all the way into their 6th year. the thing was, it never really felt like a RELATIONSHIP, and there was a good chance a lot of people told him just that, but he liked having someone. that’s really what made james realize he liked being committed to someone and being a BOYFRIEND but just not to marlene. their breakup was as civil as break ups can even get, mostly because they both agreed, their friendship felt right, their relationship as a couple too forced to ever feel natural.
james was LOUD. he liked attention and he liked getting his point across. thats not so good because sometimes the louder he was, the more he distracted himself and others from what he was actually trying to say.
contrary to popular belief, james wasn’t just GOOD at everything, it wasn’t like magic smarts. no. he just spends a lot more time in the library than people know. thanks handy dandy invisibility cloak!! he never liked the idea of people picking on him for being smart, so in his free time ( between pranks and the whole furry problem ) he’d sneak into the library and get work done.
PRESENT:
james has grown into a far more calm and collected person, still just as loyal and proud but far more guarded and aware of the troubles that the outside world is going through. he’s often crippled by the impotence that the war weighs down on him, he desperately wants to get out there and fight, stop people from getting hurt because he can’t deal with seeing people in pain. that’s why he wants to be an auror, he’s itching to give the bad guys what he thinks they deserve. this hero complex still gets him in a lot of trouble, mostly because he still thinks he can take on the world and doesn’t realize teamwork is essential. not because he doesn’t trust his teammates which obviously would be the marauders more often than not, but because he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if he ever bared witness to them getting injured.
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matthew daddario; 22; he/him —— is that really sirius black? it’s been so long! did you hear he is studying to be an auror? from what i remember, he was energetic and infectious, but also pretty impatient and arrogant, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re with the order in the war, but that doesn’t define them.
character inspiration: han solo (star wars), sawyer (lost), jake peralta (b99), nathan young (misfits), mike wheeler (stranger things)
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sirius is a sassmaster and the worst™
maybe a little bit self destructive. much more concerned about getting the things that he wants instead of what he actually needs. his moral compass is pretty stalwart and he struggles with a lot of guilt for even the things beyond his control.
but he’s just too good at being contrary. if you need sirius for something, the best thing to do is to not ask him to do it. subverting expectations is his hobby. but that also means he can surprise people by a sudden change of heart or an unexpectedly sweet gesture. usually after a moment of reflection, his knee jerk reaction can be selfish. he’s still first and foremost a good person, even at his most irritating.
living meme. actually the most dramatic piece of shit. LITERALLY??? he wants and loves attention he’s great at monopolizing a room and putting himself in the center of things. still pretty immature but he’s getting there? he’s a good time so he puts most people at ease, but there are people that he could annoy with his devil-may-care attitude. he just ain’t serious man. can’t do it. yet another thing is parents got wrong
before he got to school, sirius was very lonely in his parent’s house. he was the first son but nothing else he was supposed to be. silver-tongued and crass, he couldn’t have fit in even if he tried. he did try in the beginning, tried to adopt a steely cruelty like his father and self-righteous sting of his mother. he succeeded somewhat, if it weren’t for the guilt. the parts of himself he hates the most now are the parts he can see are most undeniably like his old family. as dreadfully as they treated him and his younger brother, sirius no longer has interest in changing himself for other people. he’d rather been hard to swallow then back where he was. he was strong enough to come out with his confidence mostly in tact, and only a mild, almost unavoidable dislike of himself. his morality comes from a place of wanting fix what he feels they and others like them have done.
but real talk he is a broKen sad boi?? his family was sucking the life out of him and he jUST RESISTED TAHT SHIT??? proud tbh
he doesn’t allow himself to think about regulus. his soft brother, whose resentment had grown to include him after his founding of a new family in the marauders. the question of whether he actually had done enough to help his brother has mixed in with his usual guilt. he prefers not to think or talk about it. far more healthy.
he gave up too quickly on his lil bro and while i don’t think he’d want to spend time dwelling on it or thinking he should fix his mistake he just??? hakuna matata that shit man. put that past behind ya. too bad hE HAS TO SEE HIM EVERY DAY FUCKING IDIOPT KLJSDFJK
his family is a sore topic.
boi smart. well-- common sense smart? his grades were never great but they weren’t bad either. his performance stemmed more from a lack of effort and the wonderful feeling of spite towards his ever disappointed parents.
hell if he’s not ruled by the big ol’ heart he pretends not to have. he’s pretty emotional and passionate and surprisingly empathetic. he gets charged up about the blood purity thing since he’s seen so much of the worst that that side has to offer
he attac but he also protec. sirius is prone to loud arguments and the occasional scuffle. keeping his mouth shut has never been an option
p impulsive. will lash out when he’s mad/frustrated. childish af. lit ran away from home w zERO PLAN it just happened and yet he doesn’t regret his choices and is proud of where he’s at
channeling that sweet dog energy dude because he has a v natural presence that is hard to resist.
speaking offffff he is a rebel bOI. leather jackets and death stick cigarettes and all the muggle rock and roll. rockstar lifestyle without the talent dAMN. someone help this loser.
he’s obsessed with his motorcycle. it was the first thing with uncle alphard’s inheritance. he spends half the time fixing up the clunky machine, he’s on the verge of getting it to fly and sprucing the piece of junk up. he enjoys it so much, he ought to have done something with the hobby, but he followed his friends to university to become an auror. the war hangs over his head, he has inexplicable and unreasonable survivor’s guilt and feels the need to against everything
fun time guy.. down to clown. all that jazz
actually loves his brothers. he sees that remus and james and peter are his true family. he would die for them. meeting them changed everything for him and??? wow im actually crying.
you’d think he would be better at telling them how much they mean to him
ya boi is arrogant as fuck. he’s woke but damn those black genes sure have some ego. he gets some pleasure out of hearing how great he is. hATE HIM PLS. i know. it’s hard.
IDK MAN. IT’S SIRIUS??? LOVE THAT LITTLE DOG BOY lmk if you have anything you’d like to plot!
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—— is that really theodore tonks? it’s been so long! did you hear, he is studying to be an healer? from what i remember, he was witty and intelligent, but also pretty stoic and judgemental, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re neutral, but that doesn’t define them.
his dad was actually a pureblood ( he ran out of his wedding at the time and went off to marry a muggle, v problematic ) teddy didnt know about his dad or how he was a wizard until his hogwarts letter came through. the shock was pretty jarring especially since he was sorted into a house where everyone basically hated his guts for no reason
he was attacked late into his last year at hogwarts, crutiatus curse that left scars down his back, the attackers are still unidentified ( who wants that plot ayeeee) this event is what pushed him towards being a healer
music has been his therapy and he loves ALL KINDS of music. its what got him through the darkest points of his life and he still plays religiously.
all through school he was a bit of a grump that didn’t fit in ( half blood issues ) now he’s chiller and more empathetic since he was attacked.
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maxence danet fauvel; 22; he / him —— is that really bartemius ‘ barty ’ crouch jr ? it’s been so long ! did you hear, he is studying to be an unspeakable ? from what i remember, he was affable & inquisitive, but also pretty obsessive & temperamental, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re with the order of the phoenix, but that doesn’t define them.
ah, barty. everyone knows barty. everyone likes barty. you can find him wandering the halls of the ministry lost in thought, snapping out of his introspection every now and then to shoot you a friendly wave and a crooked smile.
with unruly hair and rumpled clothes, a wand tucked behind his ear and a half-drained mug of black coffee gone cold in his hand, it’s hard to believe at first that this disordered yet affable intern could be related to the serious, ruthless bartemius crouch sr.
and it’s true, most of what makes up barty comes from his mother. the quick, unguarded warmth of that crooked smile. his feather-boned hands and pale, hungry eyes. his fondness for outdated muggle records. his propensity to trust, and to trust wrongly.
there are exactly two things barty inherited from his father. the first, his name. and the second, his INTENSITY. but where his father’s passion lay in bringing criminals to a questionable form of justice, barty’s lay in the unknown. the branches of magic few understood, and few cared to explore.
his relationship with his father is … STRAINED, to say the least. it was fine before his father became the head of the department of magical law enforcement. ( aka, before his father didn’t have any time for his family anymore. )
see, barty has never been much of an overachiever, driven by his curiosity rather than ambitions. and that was never a problem. at least, not until his father was promoted, and suddenly, the whole wizarding world was watching. suddenly, barty’s father had the salary to buy a new house of a size befitting a ministry department head, and all the expensive furniture a ministry department head should have, and all the tailored suits and fancy haircuts to make him appear just how a ministry department head should appear.
suddenly, there was an ideal family the crouch family should have been, and they weren’t reaching that standard. and crouch sr blamed crouch jr, something barty did not take kindly to.
if barty had his way, he wouldn’t interact with his father at all. they’re different people; they can lead different lives. but his father is determined to keep up appearances, and his mother is determined to keep the peace. and barty loves his mother. so they continue with the tired old tense facade of a loving family, and although matters have come close to boiling over several times, they’ve managed to keep the lid on for the time being.
barty has very specific interests, and while he might stay up all night poring over books about time magic, or pour all his time into tending to his collection of carnivorous plants, anything outside his sphere of interest is completely worthless in barty’s eyes.
unfortunately, that includes his appearance, which is why you’re more likely than not to see him with hair sticking up every which way and a mess of stubble shadowing his jaw, creeping under stained shirt collars half-tucked into rumpled jeans.
it also includes any form of exercise or physical activity. barty is notoriously lazy, disappearing like smoke anytime something threatens to be overly strenuous. never ask him to help you move heavy objects.
but as for the things he is interested in, he shines. his innate brilliance and curiosity made him an easy fit for ravenclaw during his time at hogwarts, and propelled him into his training to become an unspeakable — a particularly selective program that involves an internship with the ministry and a rigorous academic load.
remarkably good at nonverbal magic ( mostly due to his laziness ) and even not too shabby at wandless magic !
has dabbled in his fair share of alcohol, drugs, sex, and other vices. see, barty gets RESTLESS — he needs some form of stimulation. usually, that comes in the form of throwing himself into his studies, but when he’s hit a wall or when he has a bit of a break, he gets bored and searches for something ( or someone ) to fill his time.
he’s with the order of the phoenix right now. partially because it’s something to occupy his time and fill his daily adrenaline quota. partially because it gives him a sense of pleasure undermining his father by carrying out justice before he can. partially because his friends did, and barty gamely followed suit.
don’t mistake him for some do-gooder gryffindor, though. barty is very much chaotic neutral. he isn’t bound to the order through any moral reasons. in fact … well, we’ll see how things pan out. he never has been very good with commitment.
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—— is that really marlene mckinnon? it’s been so long! did you hear, she is studying to be an auror? from what i remember, she was charming and altrustic, but also pretty stubborn and impulsive, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re with the order of the phoenix, but that doesn’t define them.
this kid was a PRINCESS, born and bred. the mckinnon’s have always held a high standing in wizarding society, her father was basically the minister for magic’s right hand man and her mother is queen b socialite material. they have always presented themselves as PERFECT. one hell of a standard to place upon your kids, eh? so of course, marlene thought that’s what she had to aspire to be, P E R F E C T. what a shame that no one bothered to tell her that there was no such thing. even her parents had cracks beneath the surface of their perfectly crafted facade. as she grew older, marlene started to get a peak of those, and that wrecked her mind even more. it was terrible to know that your parents demanded perfection from you, all the while hiding a raging a far ( dear ol’ daddio couldn’t keep it in his pants ) and covering up a divorce. ( mom said ‘to the left!! but not so far left that the press gets a whiff of this baby. )
her brothers are auror legends, TOP OF THE ACADEMY, graduated with honors. they are the stars of the mckinnon household. as expected, marlene tries REALLY HARD TO BE LIKE THEM. it’s been a thing since she was at hogwarts. the curious thing is as smart and capable as marlene is, her talents are a little more different. so dont get it twisted, marlene is super cunning and smart, she’s just never been able to outshine her peers mostly because she was intimidated. she feels most comfortable when training in defense against the dark arts but discovered this in the later years of hogwarts.
marlene mckinnon is a loyal ass BITCH. that’s the first thing anyone needs to know about her. she’s the person you want on your side, that friend that will drop everything to run and be there for you, she is willing to go through hell or high water for the people she loves most and often, this leads to her emotions clouding her judgement. in the past, when she didn’t know middle ground was a T H I N G, her stubborn ass would let her pride rule over every damn decision and let’s just say you didn’t want to get on her bad side. now that she’s grown a little, it’s not as bad and she’s slowly learning how to say ‘im sorry.’
so marlene and james dated all through 3rd year up to 6th year, ill elaborate a little bit more in james’ bio thingy bullet points but basically they were bestest besties that said hey we kinda wanna be loved so i guess let’s love eachother? but they really were just in platonic love so it never took that extra step no matter how hard they tried.
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elizabeth olsen; 24; she/her —— is that really rita skeeter? it’s been so long! did you hear she is studying to be a journalist? from what i remember, she was blithe and humorous, but also pretty nosy and vindictive, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re neutral in the war, but that doesn’t define them.
character inspiration: caroline forbes (tvd), cordelia chase (btvs), gina linetti (b99), santana lopez (glee), regina george (mean girls)
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she back!! god this girl is a nightmare but i love her
basically rita is hilarious, selfish, entitled, bubbly, adventurous, and scary levels of confident
rita grew up an only child on her mother’s family fortune (Elizabeth Skeeter nee Blishen is the heiress to the Blishen Firewhiskey fortune) and her father’s notorious name, Johnathan Skeeter is a famous author in his own right, having written the best selling biography, Newt Scamander: Distinguished or Disgrace? and other multiple exposes with skeptical amounts of bias and fact-checking. elizabeth herself was prone to many a scandal in her younger days which her current husband often covered up for her and her family. the reputation of the skeeters is dubious, and yet have enjoyed all the luxuries of notoriety
her family i imagine is v much the equivalent of “new money” to higher society? it’s possible she knows and is friendly with many pureblood families. her dad works v hard for connections since the more people you know, the more information you have. information is everything to a skeeter and rita is similar to her father in many ways. marrying rich was v much part of his plan as he is a bit of a schemer and manipulative. although he has bent the rules to get where he is, possibly by conspiring with families with pureblood ideals for politcal gains, smear campagins, basically biased news for those he’s friendly with,his methods have helped him rise to fame and notoriety very quickly.
rita admires him for his success and emulates his style where she can. while she’s a little low on the totem pole at her internship at the local newspaper, she’s clawed her way to be editor of the school paper with her skeeter’s opinion column where she frequently pulls apart situations and spins a half truth or two.
since rita is young, she’s not as rotten and opportunistic as she seems. there’s still a bit of naivete to her, and whatever she might say or write she sees as a bit of a joke. she’s just practicing for the ‘big leagues’ while unaware that real life really isn’t as dramatic and interesting in the way the papers play it up to be. besides, in her opinion there’s a bit of glamour to making the front page, it’s an honor to be mentioned. she’s very much of the mind that all press is good press and won’t hold her tongue for the sake of feelings.
rita has been spoiled from the beginning, and can be the worst
but she is also a good time and quite entertaining, even fun when she wants to be
basically she’s an acquired taste
she’s dramatic, maybe a little romantic. life and people are colorful, everything is larger than life. but in ways that are good and mostly terrible. while she can’t quite see things for what they really are, her downfall isn’t that she’s a liar but that she prefers the lie to the real deal
look at her the wrong way, say the wrong thing. maybe she enjoys the hell out of you. it doesn’t matter, because a story is a story and the better the story the more she can spin it to be more ‘interesting’. its hard to tell with her what her actual opinion is on something. everything she says is for the sake of controversy and really spreading the word.
she has a mean streak and will seek to push a person’s buttons as far as she can. revenge and pettiness are her bread and butter. she’s also a touch competitive, she wants and likes to win.
she is a captivating person, curious, and fluid with flamboyant gestures. she often inserts herself into the lives of people who she is curious about. she likes to KNOW things. everything and anything.
she honestly loves her bad reputation?? and she’s confident and just …. a mess.
rita is numero uno
her habits include: hair flipping, loud laughter, tapping her nails, gossip, crossing her arms, sipping port wine, smoking, a permanent expression of smugness
favorite things include: writing, croissants, espresso, bright colors, bold fonts, scandalous hollywood starlets, and teasing her peers
rita dreams of being a writer, and always has quill and parchment with her. to hone her skills, she has started an internship at both the school’s and the local papers. she keeps herself extremely busy and is always in motion. she is a little dissatisfied with the small town feel of university. she longs to travel to the ‘big city’ where there are more things to see and write about, she has always had that feeling of wanderlust
after her graduation from hogwarts in the year ahead, she disappeared. in an uncharacteristic moment of rebellion rita took a sabbatical from her education while she traveled the world. she insisted and was meant to be gone over a year. but she returned after only a few months.
she claims to have changed her mind about focusing on school rather than the truth, travel was disappointing. she was lonely with no one she knew to pester and write about. the miles and miles of beautiful scenery, good food and strangers should’ve been exhilarating and inspiring. the trip was a surprising failure to her, and she refuses to discuss it.
rita would never admit it, but there is a big part of her that is happy to be amongst her classmates and those she knows again.
rita loves people watching, she’s a borderline stalker. sneaking around and going through people’s things to learn more about them or listening in on conversations that look remotely interesting. she regularly reads her roommate’s diaries if they’re not careful. she can get in anywhere, always hidden in plain sight.
like. it seems like she talks non-stop so you would think you would see her coming but ??? she can pOP OUT OF SEEMINGLY NOWHERE? ?? v unsettling
ALWAYS GOES WHERE SHE IS LEAST WANTED BYEEEE
she is an animagus and can turn into a beetle. rita taught herself by breaking into the hogwart’s restricted section in her last year. she will often use this to spy on her classmates and even professors for anything newsworthy.
so YES lmk if you would like to plot, she could learn secrets, have rivalries, frenemies, friends, really any sort of relationship really, she’ll def try to know everyone
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dove cameron; 21; she / her —— is that really narcissa black ? it’s been so long ! did you hear, she is studying to work in the international magic office of law ? from what i remember, she was strategic & composed, but also pretty jaded & aloof, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re neutral, but that doesn’t define them.
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narcissa black, the third and last daughter of cygnus & druella. the third disappointment, a girl where they were hoping for a boy. the last disappointment. the final try before they gave up.
the relationship narcissa has with her sisters is a complicated one. as a child, cissa yearned to please her parents with an embarrassingly obvious fervour, and despised her sisters for the threat they posed in what she viewed as a never-ending competition for their parents’ approval — and yet, they were the only ones who TRULY understood her.
TW OCD // narcissa is well acquainted with fear, lurking within her bones, burning ever-present just under her skin. she was always an anxious, compulsive child, forever flicking the lights on & off or tapping out a ritualistic rhythm to try and alleviate the terror that threatened to swallow her. it drove her parents crazy, which only worsened her behaviour. finally, after an eight-year-old narcissa had stayed awake for nearly three days, unable to cease her compulsions long enough to rest, her parents took her to a healer who could be trusted to be discreet. and he helped, through potions and spells. he didn’t fix it — narcissa has to take daily potions, and still finds herself tapping out that old familiar beat in times of stress — but he helped.
when narcissa was younger, she had quite the TEMPER. perhaps it was a way to get attention, perhaps it was her way of pushing against the restraints of pureblood society, perhaps her nerves were simply worn thin from the constant anxiety pulsing through her. she never meant to lose her temper, but it was like flash-paper — one spark was all it took to set her ablaze.
as she got older, and more independent, she learned to compartmentalize. she still carries that fear, and anger, but she has learned to express it as ice rather than fire — calm, controlled, but just as deadly. she’s managed to turn her greatest weakness into her greatest strength — she’s had so much practice controlling her fear & temper that now it comes second nature to her. she is a master liar.
she’s analytical & strategic nearly to a fault — she’s always ten steps ahead, with plans b through z for any conceivable twist of fate. and she always, always has an escape plan, a figurative parachute ready to pull at any mishap.
impostor syndrome ? narcissa doesn’t know her. at least, that’s what she’d have you think. she can’t help but feel out of place; the unwanted third daughter, excluded even in name — among her sisters, her father, her cousins, she is the only one not named for a celestial body. instead, she is a flower, earthbound, common, rooted in dirt and filth. she is a mythological mortal famed for his fatal flaw. although she’s managed to wrest her emotions under control, she can’t help but feel like a ticking time bomb in a china shop of pureblood society — about to smash everything delicate and beautiful around her into a thousand smithereens.
of course, you’d never know this to look at her. narcissa lives and breathes the fake it till you make it policy. she is a shining picture of elegance, of pureblood superiority.
a paradox of dependence & independence. she dreads being alone, craving the validation of the people around her — and yet, she refuses to let anyone close enough to see beyond the perfect veneer. oh, sure, she's had friends and boyfriends galore, but they see the weaknesses she wants them to see: cold, vain, snobby, apathetic, shallow. they don’t see the flash-paper temper, they don’t see the paralyzing fear, the obsessions or compulsions, the insecurities.
and now, at twenty one, she’s finally managed to secure her parents’ approval. she is the success story she always wanted to be; a problem child turned pride and joy. a credit to the black family name. every word she speaks, whether in english, french, italian or russian, is carefully chosen, precisely articulated. she is a model of perfect etiquette, gracious and demure and charming. and her neck aches from holding her head so high for so long … but that’s the price she chooses to pay.
and she wants more. she yearns for a legacy no one will forget. something majestic. something that will prove, once and for all, that narcissa black does belong among the stars.
MORE STUFF !
oddly enough, she loves competition, as long as it’s evenly matched. someone who can truly engage her senses and test her limits excites her like nothing else. specifically, she loves a good gamble. narcissa black, a betting woman ? you heard it here first, folks.
was on the quidditch team from third to fifth year as a beater — and a really good one, too, until she quit the team in sixth year in her attempts to polish herself up.
weird hobby she has: rock climbing. specifically, bouldering ( climbing without the use of a harness or ropes ). it started because of a quidditch party in fourth year and a bet she couldn’t reach the window of the second floor charms room. they were right, she couldn’t — that night. but they hadn’t specified an expiration date on the bet, so when she was less drunk narcissa went back and tried again, and again, until finally she did it. and in doing so she won so much more than five galleons. she does it more often now that’s she’s quit quidditch, whenever she needs a release.
terrible with animals of all kinds. maybe they can sense her stress ? whatever it is, animals just don’t like her on principle
coffee addict. of course, she’ll only drink tea in more refined company, but otherwise catch her with a double espresso, one sugar.
doesn’t want kids ! she’s too scared of becoming her mother. she’ll have them anyway, of course, because she knows that’s what’s expected of her, but children just make her wholly uncomfortable
paints her nails if her anxieties ever start to become overwhelming
SO GOOD AT WIZARDING CHESS
actually genuinely interested in her studies of magical law. the intricacies and politics of law fascinate her, and it appeals nicely to her need for order and control. she gets to see the underbelly of society, the desperate and the vindictive, in a way she wouldn’t otherwise.
big bisexual. someone please help her realize she likes girls
character inspo: petra solano
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– sydney park; 20; she / her —— is that really alice fortescue ? it’s been so long ! did you hear, she is studying to be an auror ? from what i remember, she was self reliant and ambitious, but also pretty cynical and self righteous, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re with the order of the phoenix, but that doesn’t define them.
ok so quickie intro cause i don’t have a ton of time
alice was raised by her uncle florean ( of ice cream shop fame ) and his partner silas after her parents died when alice was only three years old
she grew up in the flat above their ice cream store, which could definitely be more cramped than cozy at times, and the store didn’t bring in a lot of money – but it was home
they’d have potlucks every thursday night, her uncles’ friends and fellow shopkeepers all crammed knee-to-knee on their living room couches, mismatched chairs cluttering the room haphazardly, the room full of laughter and the scents of different spices
alice spent a lot more time around adults growing up than other kids tbh so definitely starting hogwarts she was a bit more serious and mature than the other first years
flo and silas took alice into muggle london often, on the tube to visit the british museum, and hyde park, and the cinema, and memorably, london’s first pride march when alice was twelve
silas was a muggleborn, and he wanted alice to experience the culture he grew up with. alice enjoyed their trips, but she never really understood their importance until she started at hogwarts
that’s when she realized for the first time how different her parents had been than her loving uncle flo. they had been part of an elite pureblood society, who looked down their noses at muggles and muggleborns, who were for everything uncle flo was against, and against everything uncle flo was for. alice didn’t know what to think. she had always imagined her parents to be kind, wonderful people
strangers looked at her with pity ( poor little orphaned alice fortescue, living with her disgraced uncle with barely enough to get by ) and oh boy it made alice’s blood boil
she was proud and stubborn, and determined to prove them wrong
so she threw herself into classes, and extracurriculars, and spoke loudly about her belief systems
alice faced a lot of prejudice growing up — against her, against her uncles, about their living situation — and so now she’s got a bit of a chip on her shoulder
she still does her best to uphold the values her uncles taught her, of kindness and honesty and loyalty, but she also expects very little from people
partly why she insists on doing everything herself — she thinks other people will disappoint her. very independent but also stubborn
can take herself a little seriously sometimes. someone pls teach her to loosen up
bit of a muggle nerd tbh thanks to silas
always honest, sometimes to a fault
not good at taking constructive criticism
BIG aquarius sun capricorn moon mood:
in addition, you are inventive and fearless about expressing your beliefs and views. you believe the individual is completely accountable for himself and the flaws of others can consequently make you impatient. nevertheless, you do have deep humanitarian persuasions. you are not mean or heartless. because you are so independent and secure it is hard for you to comprehend individuals who have psychological problems. tolerance is something you must learn. more compassion is needed toward those who do not share your gifts. ( x )
works at the ice cream shop over the summer and when she’s at home
all of five foot four inches
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– brenton thwaites; 23 ; he/his —— is that really marcus selwyn? it’s been so long! did you hear, he is studying to be a quidditch player? from what i remember, he was dynamic and intuitive, but also pretty chaotic and listless, who knows after all this time. word on the street is, they’re with the death eaters, but that doesn’t define them. ( zoe; cst; 21; she/her )
marcus has a stats page, a pinterest, & a playlist!!
marcus was four years old and recently motherless when he decided, for the first time, that he didn’t like rules.
he was raised from a young age to believe in the power of his name, if nothing else. to believe in the cruelty of beauty, if he needed something else to hold onto at night. it was a poor belief system for a child, but he’d say he came out alright. not great; but then he’d long forged a private belief that people weren’t capable of being great. sometimes he wondered if they were even all that capable of being good.
marcus hated rules. but --- names. something small and tangible and stifling, not quite rules but not quite not. he couldn’t escape names.
marcus’ father, sebastian, was not an altogether awful man. he was a politician, as many selwyn’s often were. people loved him because he was a beautiful man who wove beautiful words. he was as known for his corruption as for his re-elections. people came to him for favors, he’d hear them out, pull a few strings; always at a price.
he never asked for more than someone could give --- because he’d learned in his own childhood that there was more to be bargained for than money. trust, faith, loyalty, those were far more powerful. he traded in those even more often than he traded in the tangible.
he saved his cruelties for the closed-door happenings at the ministry, turning a blind eye to subsections in laws that hurt people, or made it easier to hurt them. he championed weaponized neutrality. but he presented a good, if slightly crooked, face for the selwyn name. he tried to make sure his son could do the same. it didn’t take much for people to like selwyns, anyway --- they were a family of beautiful faces going back as long as anyone could remember, and every other truth about them seemed to fall by the wayside.
but the thing was --- marcus didn’t like rules. society and politics were nothing but rules and he was still a child but he was certain he could never do well under their thumb. it was fine. marcus has always been able to tell that his father wasn’t the type of man cut out to be a father. his cruelties seldom bled out onto his son, but marcus was a solitary kid by circumstance if not choice, raised by a string of nannies and house elves until his dad came home for stilted dinner conversations. it took years for sebastian selwyn to note marcus’ shortcomings.
they didn’t talk about marcus’ mother, but that was fine. the two didn’t talk about a lot of things.
sebastian remarried soon after his wife died; another young, pretty pureblood with a dead spouse and miles of history. the two of them had a kid all their own. and while marcus was never his father’s best friend, he never felt like an outsider in their family.
not being beloved didn’t mean much when marcus knew that no matter what, he’d always be his father’s pride and joy. he expected marcus to be a good man --- by a definition of good that meant he being a good selwyn.
marcus didn’t like rules and the prospect of being a good selwyn sure felt like it came with a book full of ‘em. but what could he possibly do about that? it was one thing to break free from the order of the day to go running around outside, to escape his tutors and steal a broom from where his father kept them hidden. it would be another entirely to buck out from under his father’s wishes.
marcus had nothing against his father. nothing tangible. but he’d always wonder if the things wrong in his wiring were to blame on those years of his life with just his father around.
maybe if his father had been the kind of man who could be a father, if marcus would be capable of being a half decent person. his half siblings step siblings and his step mother all seem better at being people than he is; even if none of them are quite as good at being selwyns. for the most part, marcus would guess he’s fine with it. he lets his hands be bloodied, if they’re not good for much else.
( he thinks they’re good for plenty more, of course, but it’s an unspoken rule to keep thoughts like that to himself )
his father was a politician, and politicians have rules. they couldn’t appear too hot-headed, too rash or emotional. every move marcus’ father made felt calculated. even the rote love he gave to marcus felt like a choice he’d come to one day, in the office that marcus was barred from entering. but marcus was a young man. young men could do things that seemed cruel and illogical and if they did them with enough charm, the world would forgive them.
and so, anytime his father has a favor to call in, something harsh he needed done, he had marcus to call upon. isn’t that why purebloods have sons? so they can fall in line and do the work their fathers can’t anymore?
marcus knew his father didn’t think of him as smart. he knew a lot of people didn’t think he of him as smart. he didn’t care enough about school or order to come across like someone who knew to play the game.
( be any way you want, but seem perfect. )
but he noticed things, he’d always noticed them. made note and did nothing with the knowledge but kept it packed up and hidden in the back of his head. he made note when he was fifteen, and it was the first time his father asked him to visit someone he’d helped along, and make a few pointed remarks. marcus worked off the script his father had given him --- after all, the man didn’t think him capable of much improvisation, and marcus didn’t care to challenge that expectation.
he did exactly what his father asked. and then he came home and punched his fist through a wall so hard and he had bruises for so long, he didn’t even notice when they faded.
it was a routine. his father didn’t often ask things of marcus, and when he did, he didn’t so much want marcus as he wanted the selwyn heir. but marcus would do them --- because there were some rules you couldn’t break. and when he was finished he’d come home and find something he could break, and that’d be that.
it was easy to live a life by his father’s careful scripts while cheerfully shattering every other script around him. not caring about other people, about classes, about the future he as a selwyn would one day be forced into ... it was easy. it was necessary. marcus didn’t like rules and life was full of them, unless you knew which ones to follow and which to throw by the wayside. unless you knew how to burn them to the ground.
marcus selwyn knew rules, but sebastian selwyn knew people; he had marcus go and talk for him because he knew that deep down, none of them would begrudge marcus. he was painfully youthful, with a stubborn set to his mouth and eyes that turned wild, and, yes, enough charm to make up for all his shortcomings. marcus’ natural carelessness paired with the careful lines fed to him by his father was the perfect recipe for getting away with highway robbery.
marcus made note of that, too.
if anyone ever decided to ask him a personal, deeply soppy question, he would say: quidditch was, perhaps, the only thing he loved. there was something about the caress of harsh winds on his cheek and the complete insanity of ground obscured by fog and distance. there were rules in quidditch, yes, but rules marcus knew how and when and why to break them. that was the only important thing about rules. and aside from all that -- the stupid love and stupid freedom -- he’s good at it.
he made captain his fifth year at hogwarts and could have crowed with pride.
instead he poured all that brash emotion onto a few sheets of parchment that he soon thew in the fireplace. then he wrote his father a very measured letter detailing the accomplishment in clean words and measured phrases.
writing the things he knew not to say out loud became a routine, then, as much as noticing things had. hell, he wrote the things he noticed, onto the pages of a notebook in dizzy, cramped handwriting. marcus was under no illusions that he was good at writing; but it was necessary. it was a practice he’d started six years ago but he could never keep track of how many journals he’d filled.
every single one, once written up to the last inch of paper, was burned. marcus hated rules, but he’d made this one for himself, for his own good: leave no trace.
marcus’ father didn’t ask too much of him. mostly marcus figured this was because sebastian thought he knew his son’s limits and didn’t want to become disappointed by asking for something those limits couldn’t reach.
this was fine. every few months marcus would somehow be given a location printed on fine parchment in his father’s neat hand with, what to say and what to get out of the interaction laid out in unadorned detail. aside from that, the selwyn patriarch did nothing much to corral his son. and because they were selwyns, this wasn’t seen as a shortcoming on the politician’s end.
marcus would never call his actions self-destructive, because he too knew his own limitations. ( of course, marcus felt he actually knew them, while his father just assumed shortcomings and planned accordingly. not that marcus much cared --- his father used him as a tool. it was hard to expect more of the man after that. ) they were just outlandish and reckless and carried an undercurrent of anger he tried his hardest to only put onto the pitch.
he didn’t think of himself as charismatic, but he knew he knew how to command a room.
he didn’t think of himself as smart, but he knew how to figure things out.
he didn’t think of himself as a liability, but he knew he was a few bad choices away from his father turning to the children he’d had with his second wife.
after school marcus was approached by a recruiter for the montrose magpies and he wanted, more than anything, to jump on the opportunity. quidditch had always been a way for him to channel the energy he didn’t expend on things the world expected him to. but his father balked when marcus told him of this choice.
the selwyns were always in the publc eye, marcus argued. what’s it matter if i’m a politician or a quidditch star?
but it mattered. sebastian selwyn told his son, dismissal clear in his tone, to give it a few years and see if he still believed such a childish profession was the right path.
sebastian selwyn might as well have told his son, dismissal clear in his tone, that he didn’t know enough to be trusted with his own future.
so marcus moved on, resigned himself to more school until he could find the words to sway his father. he figured it would only make marcus a better tool at sebastian’s disposal: when marcus was just the selwyn heir, it was one thing. no one said no to him when sebastian sent him calling. but who would dare touch the selwyn heir who moonlighted as a quidditch star? his father would take time to convince, but marcus had no other choice.
still --- away at university, it was easier than ever to break things once he returned home from appointments his father set him on. it’d been hard at hogwarts and harder at the selwyn home.
but now marcus didn’t live at home. and marcus, as a selwyn, had enough disposable cash with which to buy small, breakable things. he fast learned how to spell away bruised knuckles and scratched palms and return to practice and classes the next day looking like nothing at all had happened the night before.
even if he missed one or two, who would ask about them? people expected guys like marcus to have bruised fists and windswept hair and shining smiles.
his father thought marcus was passable as a selwyn and useful as a son, but the truth was marcus had a talent for seeming exactly as he needed to. the second he felt comfortable joining a professional quidditch team ( the second he convinced his father or made his first choice against his wishes ) he knew he’d be beloved.
it was terrifying. marcus knew no one should ever love him that much.
technically, marcus has never played by the rules. not once in his life. and somehow living that way has given him almost everything he could have dreamed of when he was four and motherless and decided rules were bullshit. he’s mostly got his father’s approval and he’s so close to his dream job. to top it off, he was born a nice smile people like even when he knows they shouldn’t.
but there’s got to be more, right? there’s a war coming up. marcus doesn’t think his father will ask him to fight in it ( marcus has always been his tool, not some causes’ ) but it’s impossible to ignore its presence. there’s probably some sort of wartime protocol even marcus should abide by, but at this point he doesn’t know how.
there’s likely rules for winning and rules for losing and marcus just cannot, will not, bring himself to care about them. come what may, he is determined that nothing in his life will change unless he wants it to.
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