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Four Little Sips

Day 28, Post #2

Title: Four Little Sips

Author: JohnMcHacker

Pairings: Harry/Bill/Charlie (platonic), Harry/Ginny (romantic), Gryffindor Quidditch Team (platonic), Fred/George/Ron (platonic), Ron/Hermione (romantic)

Prompt: In Vino Veritas

Rating: PG

Trigger Warnings: Alcoholism, Referenced death, Language

Note to admin: Thanks for organising, this is my first time submitting, sorry if I'm late or if it doesn't meet requirements. I have also posted to the AO3 collection.

* * *

You see, Harry had never really had anyone just a few years older to look up to. Alright, there was Hermione, but they were classmates and best friends and at roughly the same place in life, it wasn’t the same.

That summer of 1998, in the wake of all that pain and death and sorrow, the Weasleys pulled together and pulled him in with them. On a few occasions, this meant having a few drinks with Bill and Charlie, in various nondescript Muggle pubs in the vicinity of Ottery St Catchpole.

“Just because Kingsley cut you some slack doesn’t mean you have to take the offer,” said Charlie. “You’ve spent your whole life fighting Voldemort, one way or anoher. You deserve to take a break. Live a little. Or else, what have you been fighting for?”

Harry thought of several memorable sunlit days, and found he couldn’t really disagree.

“Or at the very least, know why you’re putting your life on the line, once again,” said Bill. “Well, alright, you were the Chosen One, you had your job to do then. But now that that’s over, you ought to think twice why you’re risking your neck on your own account.”

“Well, I think I’d be good at it,” said Harry. “And someone has to do it. The Aurors are short-handed and too many of Voldemort’s thugs are still out there.”

Bill shook his head, munching a handful of chips. “That’s not good enough. Merlin knows I’d love a crack at the bastards myself. But your neck’s not just your own now, Harry. Ginny has a say too. That’s part of what being together means.”

“Muggle birds ain’t bad,” said Charlie, nodding at a trio of pretty college-age girls gathered round a table across the pub. They caught him watching, giggled, and winked in reply. “Don’t limit yourself to witches. But if you do, don’t mess ‘em around, play fair, and come clean as soon as you can.”

“The most important part of my relationship with Fleur is trust,” said Bill. “We don’t have secrets, and she trusts that I won’t suddenly run off hunting Death Eaters or dragons or Hor... whatever. And I trust her not to do the same.”

“Family’s what it comes down to,” said Charlie, draining his glass.

“Family,” nodded Bill. “Your first responsibility.”

“My shout,” said Harry, because that was something else they had taught him was right, to stand his round, and he went to the bar to get the drinks. When he returned, they had moved on to other important matters.

“Free advice, Potter, take it or leave it,” said Charlie, tapping the side of his nose, “women; you’ll never go wrong if you please ‘em first, know what I mean?”

“Oi! That’s our sister you’re talking about!” snapped Bill, trying not to laugh.

“So what? She’s got fi... four of you looking out for her. Maybe I just want to see fair play.” Charlie winked at Harry. “Let me tell you about what I call ‘wandless magic’, and trust me, it is magic.”

“That’s it, you’re done, Perce is my new number two, it’s you that Mum and Dad should disown...”

“There’s more where that came from, Harry. You want to know how to beat Ron at chess? He can’t play gambits worth a damn. Stick with me, I’ll show you something called a Smith-Morra, aye?”

Advice, experience, honour, laughter. Maybe this was what it was like to have older brothers, thought Harry. It filled a hole in him he never even knew he had.

* * *

Oliver would never have allowed it, but Angelina Johnson was a more fun-loving kind of Quidditch Captain. She passed the word around quietly, and so the five Gryffindor players above the age of sixteen met in the changing rooms fifteen minutes before Potter and the younger Weasley were due to arrive. Of course it was the Twins who’d acquired the goods, however they managed it. Fred produced the bottle of Ogden’s from somewhere under his robes with a flourish, and George grinned toothily as he conjured shot glasses from thin air.

“Alright, I know it was my idea, but just the one, got it?” warned Angelina, pouring the drinks herself.

“Aye aye, Captain,” said Fred. George sketched a sloppy salute her way.

Katie Bell was practically trembling with excitement and nerves. “Oooh, this’ll be my first drink ever,” she said, holding up the glass of amber liquid to catch the light. “Are you sure we won’t get caught?” she asked, looking around as if expecting McGonagall to burst out of a locker at any time.

“Course we can’t be sure,” said Alicia Spinnet. “That’s part of the fun!”

Angelina looked round at each of them, and shouted “For the Cup!”

“FOR THE CUP!” they chorused, and knocked back the Firewhiskey.

Two years later, the three Chasers were standing at the bar of the Hog’s Head, but they had Oliver back now, and Angelina knew somehow that that was important, they were going to go to Hogwarts and find Fred and George and Harry and reunite the whole Team, and it meant she had to do this. She leaned over the counter, rummaged through the grimy bottles and found what she was looking for.

“You’re mad!” said Oliver incredulously.

“Probably,” said Alicia cheerfully, “but we did this every match and still won the Cup, didn’t we? Sixth-years and above only, of course, we had standards,” she said, catching Oliver’s outraged look.

“Don’t tell me you’re going into a real battle and don’t want a drink, Oliver,” said Angelina calmly as she poured, and that was that.

Alicia and Katie and Oliver looked at her expectantly. Angelina searched for the words, and found there was really only one thing suited to the occasion. “Fuck Voldemort.”

“FUCK VOLDEMORT!”

And they did.

But oh God, the price they paid.

* * *

The Leaky was too well-known so they usually frequented a tiny hole-in-the-wall further down the street. The clientele was younger and the enchanted jukebox played muggle hits as well as the Weird Sisters, Mega Maggots, and the Bent Banshees, and that was perfect for the Twins. Perhaps half the entire current range of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes had first been dreamed up in this pub.

“Alright, alright, what about this, George? Prank greeting cards.”

“You’re crazy, Fred.”

“Cards that won’t stop singing. Howler cards. Exploding confetti cards. Exploding firework cards!”

George finished his beer and signalled to the barman for another. The barman hesitated, then poured as George slapped a handful of Sickles on the counter. “Confetti yes, fireworks, I dunno,” said George. “Cheers, Fred.”

“It’s brilliant I tell you. Mud in your eye,” said his twin brother, and they drank. Then, quietly, Fred asked: “How’s the family?”

“Same old. They’re doing well. You should see the sprogs, it’s a hoot,” snickered George. “Ron and Gin and Harry and good ol’ Hermione, sneaking around trying not to get caught shagging like rabbits. God, the sights I’ve walked in on...”

Fred chortled along with George, and he finished the pint. The bell over the door jingled and new customers came in, but the twins barely glanced that way.

“Speaking of which. About her... you should do something about it, George,” said Fred kindly. “I see all the signs and I know you do too. She’s waiting on you. Go be a gentleman, Georgey-boy, go on.”

George sighed. “Not you too. Look, I get enough of this crap from Bill and Charlie, alright?”

“You two need each other. Besides, it’s too quiet around the flat.”

All at once, George’s face crumpled. “You don’t get to say that. Not you. Not you! YOU don’t say that!”

Fred said nothing, he only smiled, and walked away. George turned his head quickly to follow him, but as always, Fred slid out the corner of his eye and was g...

And then it was another Weasley brother standing in front of him.

This time, it was Ron they’d sent. Good old Ron, lanky and solid and biting his lip in sympathy as he came to find his older brother sitting alone at the bar hunched over a half-empty glass. On the counter beside him was one untouched full pint, the frothy head long since evaporated.

“Come on, George,” said Ron gently. “There, I’ve got you. Let’s get you home.”

* * *

She was a girl made of facts and reason.

That was just the way she was wired.

“Dutch courage,” she said to herself, eyeing the glass of probably cheap plonk as if it was poison. Which technically it was.

“What’s that?” asked Ginny.

“Dutch courage,” she repeated. “It’s a muggle term, meaning the confidence gained from drinking alcohol, according to the Cambridge English Dictionary. Although,” she amended, “it’s derogatory to Dutch people and we probably shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind in case I meet anyone from Orange Tulip Land,” said Ginny, rolling her eyes. “You certainly don’t need that sort of thing, Hermione, you’re one of the bravest people I know!”

Probably just hyperbole, thought Hermione, as that would be quite something, given that Ginny hung around with Aurors and Quidditch players and her boyfriend Harry Potter, or ‘His Excellency Most Spiffing Chosen Boy Who Lived To Kick Voldemort’s Arse’ as George called him. She picked up the glass, sipped it carefully, decided she quite liked the taste of Chateau Diagon Alley or whatever this was, and had a bigger swig.

Here’s a fun fact: it takes 6 minutes for the brain to react to alcohol.

Six minutes later, she didn’t think she felt any different. Warmer perhaps, but the New Year party was in full swing and Hermione thought maybe it was just the ambient temperature rising from all the people circulating, moving, dancing, talking, laughing.

Fun fact: drinking is ‘fun’ because alcohol lessens tension, eases social interaction, and reduces inhibitions.

Hermione sat in her corner and nursed her glass and knew she wasn’t really a social drinker, or any kind of drinker, or even at all ‘sociable’ to begin with. She envied how effortlessly Ginny and Bill and Parvati and everyone else were visibly enjoying themselves; Hermione would honestly prefer a nice book, a pot of peppermint tea, and perhaps with the company of...

Breathless from joking with Aurors and Obliviators and Patrolwizards and friends, Ron flung himself down beside her and threw an arm around her, and Hermione’s stomach fluttered pleasantly. “Alright there, Hermione?” He followed her gaze towards the wineglass. “Not poisoned, is it? Cause that’s no fun, believe me.”

Fact: I want to say I...

“That’s not funny, Ron, you could’ve died,” chided Hermione, although she couldn’t help giggling. “No, I just... it’s Dutch courage.”

“What’s that?” Hermione told him about English soldiers and gin and bravery, and the way he looked at her as he listened made her feel warm all over. “Nice. You know everything, Hermione,” Ron said admiringly.

“Not everything,” said Hermione wistfully. “I don’t know how to have fun at parties. Well, maybe that’s one more thing I do know now,” she joked lamely.

Fact: I...

Ron laughed at her probably atrocious attempt at humour, and said “Rubbish party anyway. Too many plonkers just wanting to be seen with heroes like Harry and Neville” (characteristically, Ron excluded himself from that category, Hermione observed) “and they’re only here because Kingsley said they absolutely had to be. I’d much rather have a quiet night in at home with you, Crookshanks, a nice fire, maybe a...”

No, I don’t know everything, thought Hermione. But I know this fact. “I love you, Ron Weasley.” And she grabbed him and snogged the hell out of him, ignoring the catcalls and cheers that rose all around.

Was it really the Dutch stuff, or was it all her own self, after all?

To be continued...

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halloweentv · 4 years

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Halloweentown movie seties

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Jack akellington daocovers Christmas and tries to take over.

Frankenweenie (movie & Short)

Victor loses his dog Sparky but brings him back to life with some

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Hiro visits a haunted house and keeps seeing Tacashi around the city.

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On Halloween Fi finds the town they’re in filled with strange trick or treaters.

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Zack and Cody find out there is a legendary haunted room in the hotel.

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A list of 6(7) episodes that all connect at the same Halloween event it was marketed as “Monstober Spooktacular Weekend”

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I Didn't Do It

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KC dresses as a spy for Halloween to impress a new boy.

Best Friends Whenever

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Liv and Maddie

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Liv and Joey travel to New York for Halloween

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At the Holla!-ween fest, Garrett is stuck in a corn maze

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The kids go trick or treating while Jessie fights exhaustion

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Jessie and the kids throw a Halloween party.

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Jimmy Star asks Austin to perform at his annual Halloween costume party

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Jessie and Spider-man team up to save Halloween.

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The kids encounter a strange boy who is convinced his house is haunted.

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Flynn challenges Deuce and Ty to stay the night in a haunted house.

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The gang host a Halloween party at the temple

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S1e20 Milo Murphy's Halloween Scream-A-Torium!

Zack doesn’t think anything about Halloween can scare him anymore.

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Star and Marco help Mr. Diaz create the scariest Haunted House on the block

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Donald plays a trick on his nephews but a witch helps them out.

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A group of monsters rent Scrooge’s convention center for their meeting.

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Bitch tells the kids three scary Halloween stories

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Spinelli believes she is too old for Halloween

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Booker and Levi try to fool a ghost-hunting classmate.

S2e16 Switch-or-treat

Raven and Booker switch bodies on Halloween.

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On Halloween, a spooky new neighbor moves in.

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Teddy and Ivy take Charlie trick or treating but an annoying kid ruins their night.

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phylophe · 3 years

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100 Warm-Up Roleplaying Questions for Players

Character: Amur Universe: Pathfinder Gender/Race/Class: Male human Paladin/Holy Vindicator Alignment: NG/CG Questions source: here

Full (long) post under the cut.

1. If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead?

His parents were peasants who worked as labourers, so probably that. If he ever receives charity from any organisation, he’d strive to work for them.

2. Who in the party would your character trust the most with their life?

If it’s strictly his life, Niyooshan - for some reason the alchemist seems to refuse to let him die or even get too hurt. Maybe it’s a healer thing.

If it’s about making decisions based on his best interest... he doesn’t trust anyone in the current party with that at the moment.

3. What are your character’s core moral beliefs?

People are essentially good.

Mercy and compassion is no less important than justice and righteousness.

Any good is worth doing.

Everyone deserves to be treated with dignity.

4. What relationship does your character have with their parents and siblings?

He left home at the age of 8, and his parents were largely absentee in those years. He honours them out of societal expectations of filial piety, but that’s about it.

He’s the second child of five. His older brother (1st) and younger sister (4th) passed when he was 7; he depended a lot on the former, and got along well with the latter as they have the most similar personalities amongst the siblings at the time.

For his surviving siblings, he is very close to his younger brother (3rd, only a year his junior), and they still exchange letters frequently. He and his youngest sister (5th) barely knew one another until they reunited recently as adults.

5. Does your character have any biases for or against certain races?

Having the privilege of being human, he has the common in-universe biases but he tries his best to check them. He does this especially consciously when it comes to race/ancestry (i.e. species) - one of his friends from his apprentice days was lynched for being a drow.

6. What is your character’s opinion on nobility? On authority?

He respects nobility who is responsible in their post, and righteous authority.

Otherwise he tolerates them and tries not to cause trouble... unless they do something with which he greatly disagrees morally.

7. Describe your character’s current appearance: clothes, armour, scars they’ve picked up along the journey, etc.

(Skipping the part about scars - addressed in #21)

He dresses in full, heavy plate armour complete with a kite shield when out in the field or in battle.

During downtime, he wears simple tunics with trousers and boots, usually with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Sometimes he wears a gambeson on top or a leather cuirass for more formality.

8. What location encountered in the campaign has your character felt the most “at home” in, or just generally liked the most?

(Answering the second part - first part addressed in #40.)

The small towns and villages they’ve passed through with down-to-earth folks. Though he also likes cities with rich histories and culture.

9. What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’s worship?

Sarenrae - the goddess of the sun, redemption, honesty, and healing.

He respects most other gods and religions on the good or neutral side of the good-evil axis. With evil gods, he tries not to judge their believers until evil actions based on such beliefs are actually taken.

10. If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, game set, instrument, etc., what would it be?

Some sort of sculpture, maybe pottery or carving. He’s a very tactile person.

11. Describe your character’s current relationship with the player character sitting to your right.

(Rolling 1d3 between 1. Amalli, 2. Mawari, 3. Niyooshan)

AMALLI: It’s complicated - he trusts that she means well and has his best interest in mind, however what she considers “best” is rather... unusual. He teeters between having faith that she is kind by nature, and being annoyed at her messed up values and principles ingrained by nurture.

12. What is your character’s current goal, summed up in one sentence?

Save the sun, keep his uncle alive, vindicate his friend’s honour.

13. Does your character ever want to “settle down” with a spouse, children, house, etc.?

He’s a sojourner who feels uneasy if he has to stay in one place for an extended amount of time. At this point he’s accepted the single life; it makes it easier to travel.

14. Has your character ever been in love?

He’s aromantic/asexual and can’t really distinguish between romantic and platonic love very well. He does love his friends and found family deeply however.

15. What battle in the campaign has been most memorable to your character?

Against a dragon turtle which is also a divine guardian of sorts. The party angered it and was having trouble hurting it at all; he used Greater Angelic Aspect for the first time to speak to it so it would stop attacking them. It eventually involved taking a massive hit for it and dying (for the first time since level 1), but it ended the battle with no further damages to the party.

16. If your character wasn’t whatever class they are, what would they be instead?

A cleric. Arguably with his temperament he’d have turned out better as one.

17. What is your character’s favourite season?

Spring - the sun gets stronger, the day gets longer, the plants and animals become livelier.

18. What would your character’s Zodiac sign be, following stereotypical astrology?

Pisces.

19. Where in the world does your character most want to visit?

If it’s only Golarion and the material plane - the Padishah Empire of Kelesh.

20. What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made?

Boy where do we begin. A few months ago he’d have said “going to pee alone that one time”, but he’s okay with that now.

He thinks his biggest mistake was to give in to despair and as a result fell from grace and lost his god-given powers. He counts the lives lost that could otherwise be saved as his fault.

21. Does your character have any noticeable scars? If so, what are their stories?

A scar on his neck from a time when he wanted to kill himself, and a stigmata in the form of a sunburst brand on his right hand from when he became a Holy Vindicator.

22. What animal best represents your character?

Bison - sometimes peaceful and absentminded, other times temperamental; bull-headed, tough and hardy, and stubborn.

23. If your character could go back in time and change one thing about their life, what would it be?

Aside from not falling from grace as per #20... pick a more common language to learn in school. See #95.

24. Which other player character does your character find themselves having the most in common with?

Those in the first adventuring party he’s had - with Adeline, Mirele, and Kebarong. Simple people with simple needs. Their personalities may be very different, but at least they live in worlds that are relatable.

25. Does your character regret any particular choice the party has made?

Anything that involves the deaths of innocents, even/especially if it’s for the “greater good”.

26. What would your character say their best trait would be?

His faith in humanity.

27. What is your character’s greatest fear? Deep, irrational?

Having his soul doomed in one way or another. Presently the most plausible method by which this can happen is to have it torn asunder and destroyed.

28. What is currently motivating your character to stay with the party?

He knows he can’t do much of anything alone - not only does he play a supportive role in combat, he needs his companions’ skills, qualities, experience, and expertise to achieve the massive goal they all share (to a degree) - see #12.

29. What are your character’s hobbies and interests outside of their class?

Animals (especially felines), writing letters, pleasant long walks somewhere outdoors.

30. What would most people think when they first see your character?

Big, shiny, clangy, scary-looking, heavily-armoured man. He himself is completely unaware of this perception.

31. What stereotypical group role does your character play in the party? (The Mom, the Mess, the Comic Relief, etc. Optionally: What role would your character play in the “Five Man Band” structure?)

Often he’s the Heart. In a Five Man Band he’d be (conditionally) the Leader, the Lancer, or the Chick.

32. What is your character the most insecure about?

His terrible schmoozing skills.

33. What person does your character admire most?

His benefactor, mentor, and mother figure - a cleric who gave up her peaceful life and comfortable home to travel the world as a missionary and healer.

34. What does your character admire and dislike the most about the player character sitting to your left?

(Rolling 1d3 between 1. Amalli, 2. Mawari, 3. Niyooshan)

NIYOOSHAN: He admires the alchemist’s resourcefulness, calm and analytical mind, general intelligence and skills in what he does.

He dislikes his cold rationality and ability to make brutal decisions without hesitation... but what he dislikes more is his own feeling of envy for such a quality. (See also #67.)

35. Why is your character’s lowest stat their lowest (the in-character reason, not “because there’s no reason for a wizard to have 16 strength, duh”)?

Strength and dexterity (I know). He grew up poor and missed out on some bulking up as a child. He’s hardy though.

36. What would be your character’s theme song/favourite band/favourite genre of music?

Folk music with lots of wind instruments.

37. What stereotypical role would your character play in a high school AU/if they attended a normal high school? (Nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc.)

Looks like a jock, acts like a nerd. Probably would get bullied if not for protective friends.

38. What treasure/item/artifact that your character has collected during the adventure is the most important to them?

His standard issue shield given by the Church (with which he shares a Divine Bond, and he has had various upgrades attached to it), letters from friends and those he considers family, a feather from the Vermillion Bird.

39. Is there any particular weapon, item, etc. that your character longs to find?

Right now, as the campaign demands - the Chronicles of the Righteous. Otherwise he’d love to come across any of Sarenrae’s divine artifacts.

40. Where does your character feel the most at home?

BACKSTORY: the Sarenite church grounds in Absalom, where he grew up.

IN-GAME: Falcon’s Hollow, despite its cursedness, where he met people he grew to trust with his life.

41. Does your character care about how they’re perceived by others? How do they change themselves to fit in with other people?

He cares how his loved ones see him insofar as he wants them to trust him, but he doesn’t compromise easily on the kind of person his principles make him.

42. What does your character think is the true meaning of life?

To find something worth loving in everything and everyone.

43. What is your character’s scent? (Bonus points for a description that sounds like it could be from a bad [or awesome] fanfic.)

Sun-burnt vegetation and a faint but unmistakable hint of metal.

44. Does your character think more with their heart or their brain?

Heart.

45. What is your character’s most recent or frequent nightmare?

His most frequent nightmares all involve fire - a child being incinerated, a pile of bodies being cremated, a gigantic flaming wheel in the sky overlooking chaos befalling a city.

46. What opinion does your character have on [CERTAIN ESTABLISHED GROUPS/AUTHORITIES IN THE GAME WORLD]? (Dragon-marked Houses, royal crown, etc.)

CHURCH OF SARENRAE IN ABSALOM: It was his home once; not anymore. Maybe it can’t ever be home again now that he’s seen how deep the corruption runs.

EAGLE KNIGHTS: They mean well, but they have a ruthless murderer in their own ranks and after all these years they haven’t sorted that out. Helpful to a point, at least.

HELL KNIGHTS OF THE SCOURGE: They’re more reasonable and likeable than he’d expected, and he’s not sure how to feel about that.

PATHFINDER SOCIETY: Crazy resourceful, shamelessly shifty.

JADE REGENT: Shit.

47. How did your character spend their childhood? Where did they grow up/who were their childhood friends?

He lived in poverty in a backwater town (Railford) in southern Taldor until the age of 8, when he was brought to the Church of Sarenrae in Absalom. His years there as an apprentice were the happiest, most peaceful of his life - he had his mentor and her companion as pseudo-parents, and made some close friends when he was training to be a paladin.

48. What aspect of your character’s future are they most curious about? (If they could know one thing about the future, what would it be?)

Whether or not he can redeem Shasriel. See also #52.

49. What colours are associated with your character?

Green, yellow, brown.

50. Who in the party would your character prioritise rescuing, in dire circumstances?

Among his current party of Amalli, Niyooshan, and Mawari, he’d prioritise Amalli because she’s been with him the longest and he knows her best out of the three.

51. Is your character the most swayed by ethos, pathos, or logos?

Pathos.

52. If your character was granted a single use of Wish, what would they use it for?

He’s wary of the repercussions and unforeseen consequences of such a powerful spell, so he’ll restrict it to wishing that the wraith feeding off of his soul be saved from undeath and her uncorrupted nature restored. See also #48.

53. What is your character’s favourite spell? If they don’t use spells: what is their favourite personal weapon/combat manoeuvre/skill/etc.?

Lay on Hands, with mercies and feats.

54. How does your character feel about keeping secrets from the rest of the party?

He doesn’t like it but he does it with people he’s not close to, out of fearing judgement. With close people he only keeps secrets if he himself doesn’t want to confront those things, which actually happens quite often.

55. What type of creature in the world is your character the most intrigued by?

Benevolent creatures that should be evil by nature - devils and undead for example.

56. When they were a child, what did your character want to be, or think they were going to be, when they grew up?

Before he went into paladin-specific training, he wanted to be a missionary cleric - just like his mentor.

57. The player character to your left admits that they’re passionately in love with your character. How would your character respond?

(Rolling 1d3 between 1. Amalli, 2. Mawari, 3. Niyooshan)

MAWARI: He’d think she’s ill, making a bad joke, or trying to curse him.

58. If somebody (an NPC, someone from their backstory, etc.) your character trusts/loves asked your character to do something against the party’s best interest, who would they side with?

It would depend of course, but at this point he doesn’t really trust his current party, so he would probably side with his loved one.

59. Does your character value their own best interest more than the party’s?

Definitely not, to a fault sometimes.

60. What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group?

Something unequivocally cruel and undeniably evil.

61. How does your character imagine the way they will die?

In battle, protecting others with all that he can give.

62. What is your character’s greatest achievement?

Aside from the battle described in #15, being vindicated by his goddess at the exact moment he defied an order from his religious superiors.

63. Is your character willing to risk the well-being of others in order to achieve their goal?

Not at all, unless his goal also happens to be the greater good.

64. What is your character’s opinion on killing others?

He understands the necessity of killing in the kind of life he’s chosen to live, but he tries his best to avoid killing innocents, and even those who are guilty - so long as he thinks they have a chance to be redeemed.

65. What is your character’s favourite food? Beverage?

He doesn’t have single favourite, but he likes homey, hearty meals. Potatoes make him think of Kebarong, one of his closest companions. As of late he seems to have suddenly developed a constant craving for almonds.

66. How generous is your character? Especially to those they don’t know?

Very. He’d fall for any sob story; even if he knows he’s been cheated he wouldn’t change his ways, because his generosity being abused is not his problem, but the abuser’s.

67. What is your character the most envious about, regarding anyone in the party?

As addressed in #34, he’s envious about Niyooshan’s ability to make cruel but rational and/or necessary decisions. He is also sometimes envious of Amalli’s blissful ignorance of some realities of the world, but other times he feels sorry for her.

68. The player character to your left and the player character to your right are both telling your character two different versions of the truth. Who does your character believe?

(Rolling 2d3 between 1. Amalli, 2. Mawari, 3. Niyooshan)

MAWARI & AMALLI: This is a toughie. On the one hand he trusts Amalli more than Mawari, since he’s known the former for a while and became acquainted with the latter only recently; on the other hand Amalli has a way of viewing and interpreting reality that he really doesn’t understand sometimes. Ultimately he’d take Amalli’s word for it if he has to.

69. What is your character’s sexuality/relationship with sex?

He’s aromantic and asexual, although he does enjoy intimacy with friends (i.e. he’s quite touchy-feely). if someone were to pursue him romantically/sexually and he already likes them a lot, he’d do what they request if he thinks that it improves their bond.

70. What is your character’s biggest pet peeve?

People using doublespeak, especially if it’s for politics.

71. Describe how your character feels about the party’s current situation/objective/etc.

It’s a big job and he can’t even fathom how they’ll get there, but it has to be done and it seems like he and his companions are the ones who need to do it, so he’ll just have to take things one step at a time.

72. Who in the party would your character trust the most to keep an important secret?

Niyooshan - he trusts the man to exercise discretion. Amalli means well but tends to run her mouth.

73. If your character knew that they were going to die in a month, how would they spend the rest of their life?

Write heartfelt letters to his friends and family, write strongly-worded letters to his Church and the authorities-that-be, and do his best to further his and his allies’ mission.

74. What makes your character feel safe?

A nice home-cooked meal, a warm fire, knowing people he trusts and loves are close by.

75. If your character had the chance to rename the party/give the party a name, no questions asked, what would it be?

“Not-Rebels”. Because they’re totally not rebels with massive bounties on their heads.

76. What memory does your character want to forget the most?

Technically he’s already forgotten it - the process by which his soul was bound to an ancient Azlanti wraith was traumatic enough that his memory of it is now repressed.

For his intact memories, he’d very much like to forget about the time he watched a child be incinerated in an instant, or the time he’s had to mercy-kill a group of innocents who’d been afflicted by the curse of undeath... or maybe he doesn’t because he thinks he needs to carry his “mistakes” with him.

77. If your character had to multiclass into a class they currently aren’t the next time they level up, what would it be and what reason would they have for doing so?

Fighter - so he can be more flexible with gear, be more effective at controlling the battle, and - most importantly - use tower shields.

78. What television/book/video game/etc. character would your character be best friends with? (Or: what media character is your character the most influenced by/similar to?

Take all the usual Knight Templar tropes and subvert them.

Additionally, my GM compares him to Anders of the Dragon Age franchise. I created Amur way before I knew who Anders was, and some of the similarities are frankly uncanny.

79. What unusual talents does your character possess?

High pain tolerance, and (is this a talent?) diminished self-preservation instincts.

80. How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower?

He’s much happier receiving orders than giving them, but he can’t help but question or even defy those he considers immoral. He wants to be a follower but is ultimately too headstrong and impulsive to be a good one.

81. What does your character’s name represent to them? (Or: why as a player did you choose your character’s name?)

His name is one (of the few) ties he has with his birth family, but he’s fine if he has to use a different name temporarily for a good reason.

I named him after the Amur River. As a geomorphologist I sometimes name my OCs after landform features. All my original PCs and NPCs in this universe are named after real-world rivers.

82. Is your character more of an introvert, or an extrovert?

Introvert.

83. How far is your character willing to go to pursue the “greater good”? Do they believe in a greater good at all?

He believes in the greater good, he just doesn’t believe in having to sacrifice innocent individuals to pursue it.

84. What does your character want to be remembered by?

Kindness and compassion.

85. What would be your character’s major in college?

Humanities - more precisely, something along the lines of Anthropology or Cultural Studies.

86. Does your character consider themselves a hero, villain, or something else?

Something else - he sees himself as one who helps someone else become a hero, or turns someone away from villainy.

87. What major arcana tarot card best represents your character?

Strength.

88. Where does your character see themselves in 20 years?

Dead. Still travelling around, with or without a name, finding trouble, and doing whatever needs to be done.

89. What is your character’s relationship with magic? Are they scared of it, wish to know more about it, indifferent to it?

To him, in general magic is just another ability or talent, as much as someone can be gifted physically, intellectually, or artistically. His own magic is granted by his deity, so he sees it as a blessing and not really belonging to him.

90. Who is your character’s biggest rival?

He doesn’t consider anyone his rival, but he does have a nemesis of sorts by the name of Geminus Nero Rugatonn. The guy’s been hounding him and his friends since something like level 6.

91. What is your character’s guiltiest pleasure?

Playing with cats.

92. What does your character hope for the afterlife?

To have his soul intact and actually see Sarenrae in all her glory, and to meet those he thinks he’s failed and apologise to them.

93. Who in the party does your character trust the least?

At this point, Mawari - she’s only just joined them, is a witch with creepy curses and hexes, and is their ally only because their goals align with her being a traitor to the Jade Regent.

94. What is your character’s biggest flaw?

Impulsiveness, and being a bleeding heart who is way too forgiving.

95. How did your character learn the languages that they speak?

TALDANE: His first language, and the common tongue across most of the Inner Sea region.

TERRAN: Learned it as part of the curriculum in his apprentice days. Why he didn’t pick something less obscure is anyone’s guess. Maybe he just doesn’t want to use it much.

NECRIL: Started to learn this after being possessed (?) by a wraith.

TIAN: The common tongue in the continent of the current campaign, Tian Xia.

MINKAI: The local tongue in the country of the current campaign, Minkai.

SIGN LANGUAGE: Learned this after Niyooshan lost his speech.

96. What is your character’s favourite school of magic/type of weaponry?

MAGIC: Healing (conjuration) and harm-negating spells (abjuration).

WEAPONRY: Do shields count?

97. What is most important to your character: health, wealth, or happiness?

Happiness.

98. What advice would your character give to a younger version of themselves?

“Don’t ignore the urging of your conscience; act on it. It’s better to regret what you’ve done than what you haven’t.”

99. Are there any social or political issues your character feels strongly about?

Any sort of persecution or discrimination that is based on some neutral and often unchangeable part of someone’s identity, e.g. being slaves, low-born, or of a particular race.

100. What, currently, is your character the most curious about?

What part he has to play and how he will end up by the end of this whole deal involving nations, religions, legacies, curses, spirits, gods, and Great Old Ones.

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Splashes of Colour

Chapter 5: Shades of Yellow

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He's running down the cobblestone, but it doesn't feel fast enough to escape the reality of what has only just transpired. Newt abruptly halts, leaning on his knees, heaving for breath that doesn't seem to fill his lungs. A hand travels up to wipe the sweat that has gathered on his brow; it isn't until said limb jerks away a second later that he realizes he's crying. He wipes his eyes furiously with his coat sleeve. Newt has never been one to cry easily, but he cannot deny how energetic and relaxed his magic feels at this singular moment. There's such a morbid fascination forming in his mind and it's painful to acknowledge because this is the most alive he's felt in months, and yet he knows that eventually, he will have to process it. There isn't a better time to do it, especially while no one else is around, so he attempts to calm his breathing, slow his heart rate, and tries to sift through the information he's been presented with.

He wonders if his friends and family will still want anything to do with him once they find out that Grindelwald is his soulmate. He wonders if Theseus is obligated to tell the Ministry of said connection, since Grindelwald is Europe's most sought after Dark Wizard. Theseus has always been duty-bound, his sense of justice and his inherent need to abide the law causes Newt to worry. Newt knows that his older brother loves him, wants the best for him, but he also knows that what Theseus thinks is the best for him hardly ever agrees with his own standards of morality. The green-eyed wizard bites his lower lip in trepidation. He hates the Ministry -- he truly does -- their abhorrent methods of dealing with potential threats and problems unnerves him, like how they insisted on sending the world's cruelest beast hunter after a desperate young man, who only seeks a loving family. Newt intuitively understands that they will apply the same policies to his case as well -- Grindelwald spoke the truth in that regard. He continues to worry his lip, the skin growing red and vaguely bruised underneath the pressure of tenacious teeth.

He thinks about the Obscurial boy -- so young, but so frayed at the edges, worn down by the abuse of a woman who was supposed to look after him, to care for him, to nurture him -- Newt grieves at the thought of his upbringing. He thinks if the wizarding society were not forced into the underground and sworn to secrecy that such a scenario would have never arisen. At the same time, he realizes that most non-magical people are not so… accepting; Jacob may be an anomaly amongst them. He's seen their interactions with those with different skin colours, those of other romantic inclinations -- not to mention the Salem witch trials -- and he doubts that a union between the two communities could ever be peaceful. Maybe, just maybe, a strong and charismatic pioneer can usher in a new era with success. Queenie and Jacob would never be prosecuted for wanting to be together -- such backwards laws the Americans have enforced -- and Newt struggles to dissuade himself of Grindelwald's beliefs.

The redhead isn't quite sure he believes that his soulmate actually desires to change the world's outlook on magical creatures, even if he wishes from the bottom of his heart that those words were true. Despite the inner workings of his mind, he still can't shake the feeling that the older man spoke no lies. He wonders if a soulmate bond is sufficient to uncover spoken falsehoods -- it's something he has yet to come across in literature or old wives' tales. He wishes that he had the foresight to ask Theseus about the matter, but it's too late for that now. Newt finds himself hard-pressed not to believe the words that Grindelwald had spouted.

Somehow through all his ponderings, he ends up in a sparsely populated city square with a Wallace fountain in the middle. To his surprise, Newt finds his gaze meeting the equally surprised face of Queenie, who has just stepped out of the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic. The blonde rushes over, as quickly as her heels allow her to, and she envelopes him in a warm embrace. She seems overly distressed. The magizoologist still isn't one for physical contact, but he relaxes a tiny bit in her hug.

"Oh, Newt, honey, I'm so glad I bumped into you." She mutters. When she pulls back, her eyes shimmer with tears. Newt returns her look with a soft smile. "I've been so lost here, you know? Paris is a whole lot bigger than I thought. I've been looking for Tina… but well, you know the whole scuffle between us."

"Actually, I managed to find Tina, and Jacob is here with me as well." The female makes a happy noise at his statement, clapping her hands in excitement. "I think Tina has been searching for Credence here, but come to think of it, I don't think we're on particularly good terms right now…"

"You can be so oblivious, sweetie. I guess that's part of your charm though." Newt waits patiently for her explanation, blankly staring at the Legilimens. He has an idea about what she is hinting at, but Newt would rather Queenie state it plainly. The blonde gives a small sigh, but a fond smile graces her lips as she does, "She likes you, silly!"

The redhead feigns confusion, "I should hope that friends like each other…"

Queenie lets out a laugh that tinkles like bells. Her delicate hand pats the swell of his cheek. "I meant romantically, Newt."

A look of enlightenment crosses over his face and everything he's feared is confirmed: the letters, the constant invitations to return to New York, her inexplicable bitterness towards him since they've reunited in France. He knows Tina is a wonderful woman and any other man would be lucky to have her as a significant other, but he simply can't return her affections because he's always had a predilection for men -- not to mention the Erumpent constantly on his mind: his soulmate. His cheeks flush and Queenie catches the tail end of his thoughts.

"... Oh, you don't feel the same way." He jerks back from her touch and he tries to dismiss all notions of soulmates from his mind as they are prone to surface whenever someone mentions any sort of romantic relationship, and this garners him a befuddled stare from the woman, the space between her brows furrowing. He avoids her gaze and shakes his head, not wanting to talk about it. She respects his decision, but she also can't help but wonder if Newt was saving himself for his soulmate despite the unlikeliness of actually meeting. She sends a shaky smile his way and attempts to dispel the awkward air. "Well, should we head off to rejoin my dear sister and Jacob?"

Newt's face is one of relief as he agrees. As they head back, black banners descend upon Paris, only visible to those with magic, and the two friends realize that it's Grindelwald's call to rally for his supporters. On the wall of a building nearby, he sees the image of a raven unfurl with a map to Père Lachaise Cemetery. Queenie and him exchange a look; there's no doubt in his mind that anyone who's important to the cause will be present. With Grindelwald's pursuit of Credence, Newt is sure the boy will be in attendance as well. The two race off to reconvene at Flamel's house.

***

Unfortunately for the portly Muggle baker, Newt has forgotten to pick up any food for the man in all the chaos. He is greeted by Jacob's disappointed face as he strides through the door -- an apology is on the tip of Newt's tongue -- but he visibly brightens at the sight of Queenie, cheeks straining with happiness. All thoughts of food leave his mind. The man is currently nursing a bump on his head, and Newt distinctly notices the lack of the man that had trapped them in the sewers earlier. The dark-skinned wizard must have escaped by taking Jacob by surprise. Queenie and Jacob embrace each other tightly -- eager to seek comfort -- and both looking like they want to cry.

"Jacob! Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. I never should've said those things. I love you so much--" Queenie starts.

The short man replies, "And you know I love you, right?"

Unfortunately, there are more pressing issues at hand, so Newt must regrettably interrupt. Green eyes glance around for the missing party in their reunion and Newt asks, "Sorry, but… where's Tina?"

Jacob fidgets a bit, seemingly nervous, "Oh, uh, she left shortly after you, Newt. Something about heading off to the Ministry."

The magizoologist looks thoughtful, like he's considering her reasoning for leaving so suddenly and abandoning Jacob to fend for himself while there was a wizard with unknown intentions on the premises. Queenie just appears to be worried for the safety of her sister, especially with Grindelwald's rally on the horizon. There's something incorporeal tugging at the corners of his mind, but Newt ignores it as he says, "Grindelwald is calling all his followers to the Lestrange Mausoleum tonight. If we hope to find Tina, I have no doubt she will be there looking for Credence."

The blonde witch shoots him a nervous glance. She's heard too many rumours about the terrible deeds of the Dark Lord's disciples -- she hopes Tina won't be there in the heat of things, but she also knows her sister all too well.

When darkness begins to descend upon Paris, the three of them head out.

***

To her surprise, Tina runs into Britain's Head Auror at the French Ministry and the two realize they have similar interests regarding Grindelwald and Credence. He introduces himself as Theseus Scamander, Newt's older brother in the flesh, and beside him is the pretty woman who she's been jealous of for months, Leta Lestrange. It bothers her that Leta is overtly "friendly" with her so-called fiancé's brother -- the hand delicately laying atop his bicep, the smitten doe eyes she turns on to Theseus -- she is disgusted that this woman has the guts to do something so horrendous to a sweet man like Newt. As if the dark-skinned woman can feel her hatred, her gaze swivels to meet Tina's, confusion sparkling in her rich brown eyes. The American snubs the other woman by ignoring her questioning look and focusing on Theseus. She doesn't like the man much either because he seems to accept Leta's affections without question, but at least he has something interesting to say.

The British wizard wears a more serious disposition as soon as he mentions Grindelwald, "Ms. Goldstein, I believe I know where Grindelwald and his following are going to be convening."

Tina raises a dark eyebrow, unsure of where the Auror received his intel from -- something that he is quick to notice and address.

"Leta found this note in place of the Lestrange family records at the Ministry archives." Theseus shows the parchment with the Deathly Hallows symbol -- Grindelwald's sigil -- atop of it and a brief message detailing that the document has been moved to Père Lachaise.

"Everyone seems to think that Credence is the lost son of the Lestrange family, is there any possibility there's some truth to--" The brunette begins asking, but an acerbic voice cuts through the conversation.

"No." The shorter woman's brows are furrowed in anger and she raps her clenched fist on his chest. "My brother is dead. He died."

Her fiancé places a comforting hand on her shoulder as he speaks, "I know, Leta." The former Slytherin swivels to face him, her hand gripping the sleeve of his jacket, knuckles white. "I know and the records-- the records will prove it. They can't lie."

"If that's the case, then who is he?" Tina thinks out loud, her voice quiet and unsure. Leta shakes her head and tells her that she doesn't know the answer to that question. "I never asked, but I assume Newt is probably here to track down Credence as well… He needs to know."

The American Auror wants to inform the other Scamander of many things, not just Credence's lack of identity as a Lestrange. Her focus is drawn back to reality as Theseus lets out a sound of surprise at her statement. In truth, he should have known that Newt would find a way around the international travel ban. "Newt is in Paris?"

"You didn't know?" Tina looks equally shocked when the other Scamander shakes his head.

"He's not even supposed to be traveling internationally. The Ministry banned him after the whole fiasco in New York."

"But-- but that wasn't even his fault!" The American witch is baffled and slightly outraged. Newt's brother gives a sound of agreement. From the raw emotions colouring her voice, Theseus concludes that Tina has some sort of romantic inclination towards his sibling. He blinks slowly as a thought crosses his mind: is she the reason Newt had been asking them about soulmates? If he had met his soulmate in New York, it might have made sense that he had felt weak from being so far apart. He exchanges a glance with his fiancée and instantly, he can tell that she's reached a similar conclusion.

"Well, in all honesty, I should have-- we should have seen this coming, don't you agree, Leta? Newt's never been one for rules."

Leta chuckles amusedly, her face smoothing out as she momentarily forgets the rumours about her dead brother. The engaged couple notice that Tina's furrowed brow at their bantering. The Lestrange witch has never been one to shy away from being upfront with things, so without hesitation, she asks, "Do you have an issue with something, Ms. Goldstein?"

Tina looks a little taken off-guard as she stutters, "Uh, no, not-- not at all..." Leta's insistent stare is enough for her to crack though. "It's just-- aren't you and Newt engaged? And-- and you're here blatantly flirting with his older brother!"

Theseus becomes affronted at her increasing volume, temper hot as usual, but his fiancée is quick to intervene before things spiral out of control. "Oh, no, I fear you've been mistaken. Newt and I aren't-- we've never been engaged. It's Theseus and I who are to wed. Newt is to be best man."

The American Auror's face reddens at the misunderstanding. She abashedly averts her gaze and mutters out an apology. Theseus is silently glad that Leta is his better half and isn't as quick to rise to a fight as he is because he knows if he was allowed to act freely, there might have been an international incident.

"You fancy him, don't you?" Leta slyly adds, a mischievous grin sliding over her face. Tina only gets more flushed at her accusation, but doesn't refute.

A couple of moments of silence pass, before it's broken by the older Scamander brother, "Well, I hate to get serious amidst all the teasing, but nighttime is falling and we should make our way towards Père Lachaise." He ushers the two females to go ahead without him; he still needs to organize his Aurors for the raid tonight.

***

Tina recognizes the man that had deceived her and trapped her in an underground passage when Leta and her walk through the entrance of the Lestrange tomb. She spots Credence and a thin Asian woman huddling in the corner, looking afraid at the wand pointed toward them. The pale woman is standing slightly in front of Credence, protective. They have arrived just in time, it seems.

"I do not wish to kill you, but if you insist on getting in the way, I will do what I must." Kama explains, "You see, either you die, Credence... or I do."

Leta hurriedly exclaims, "WAIT!"

A spell had been on the tip of Kama's tongue, but he halts and turns to face the newcomers. His features morph into shock. "Is that you? My sister?"

The aforementioned witch is confused, but she doesn't bat an eyelash at his question. "He is not who you think he is..." She seems pained to admit this.

"So, is it true? I am... Corvus Lestrange?" Credence tests the name out, but the dark-skinned female shakes her head.

"No, my brother is dead."

Kama stares at her, disbelievingly. "But it is like the Predictions of Tycho Dodonus said, 'a son cruelly banished, despair of the daughter, return, great avenger with wings from the water.' There--" The Senegalese man gestures towards Leta, before continuing on his tirade, "-- stands the despairing daughter. You are the winged raven returned from the sea, but I-- I am the avenger of my family's ruin."

Leta refuses to her anymore talk of Corvus and finally, she explodes with a despaired scream, "My brother is already dead! I killed him!"

Her sobs echo throughout the stone room as she reiterates how she switched infants on the sinking ship, only for her brother to be swept under the current and drown. The image of a babe clothed in a white sheet conjures and everyone watches as it slowly descends deeper into the ocean. Kama finally lowers his wand, looking dejected that he could not fulfill his promise to his late father.

Tina can see the desperation in Credence's eyes when he asks, "Then who am I if I am not Corvus Lestrange? Do you know?"

The Lestrange woman is astute and realizes his need for an identity, but she cannot provide the answer he seeks. The woman accompanying him gently strokes his back in comfort. In the fallout, the ominous scraping of a hidden door opening resounds throughout, garnering everyone's attention. They can all hear the booming of the masses gathering in the auditorium beneath them. Glances are exchanged between those present, before they cautiously descend the stairs.

The auditorium is filled with wizards and witches alike, from all different nationalities. The chatter is deafening. Somehow the group that had entered together split up and is now scattered across the mausoleum. Leta and Tina are still together, looking around, one of them anxious and the other worried.

"Teenie!" A cheerful voice calls to her over the gathered audience; it's Queenie, and Jacob is next to her. They're standing in one of the rows of benches, arms intertwined, right by the aisle of stairs leading down to the centre. Tina doesn't need Legilimency to know her sister is sorry for leaving so abruptly after their argument. "We thought we might find you here."

"Queenie." The elder Goldstein lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of her. The sisters embrace tightly, Jacob is tittering off on the side, his eyes darting back and forth between the magical folk. Leta smiles slightly at their reunion. "I don't suppose you've come with Newt, have you?"

"Oh, he was here... We lost track of him, but he's around somewhere..." Queenie trails off thoughtfully as she glances around, but she can't see their redheaded friend -- there's simply too many people. She takes notice of the dark-skinned witch standing awkwardly -- and somehow, still regal -- next to Tina. "Miss Lestrange, right? I'm Queenie, Teenie's sister. And this is Jacob."

Leta appears surprised at the introduction, but she greets the Legilimens and the Muggle cordially. Jacob jolts, suddenly remembering that he has friends surrounding him. He shakes the British woman's hand.

"Nice to meet you."

The four of them realize that there are a couple of wizards, probably part of Grindelwald's movement, eyeing them intently, dauntingly approaching them, and wordlessly pushing them into a row with others. They attempt to avoid the goons, but the group of brutish wizards have fenced them in, and now they have no choice but to step in line. Leta catches sight of Newt across the way, both of their eyes widening slightly. Newt is blocked in by some important-looking wizards and witches, unable to move.

The auditorium falls silent as footsteps echo throughout the mausoleum, each step with purpose and meaning. Grindelwald emerges from the darkness of a corridor. Applause and cheering slowly build up from the audience until the man reaches the stage. They quieten down again as he begins speaking, "My brothers, my sisters, my friends... The great gift of your applause is not for me." Sounds of disapproval emit from the crowd. "No, it is for yourselves."

"You came today because of a craving and a knowledge that the old ways serve us no longer. You come today because you crave something new, something different." The Dark Lord's voice is captivating, like a priest is at a sermon, "It is said that I hate Les Non-Magiques. The Muggles. The No-Maj. The Can't-Spells."

The crowd jeers and hisses, yelling obscenities about the non-magical, but the man at the centre of attention is quick to dispel their uproar.

"I do not hate them; I do not. For I do not fight out of hatred. I say that the Muggles are not lesser, but other. Not worthless, but of other value. Not disposable, but of a different disposition." A beat passes. "Magic blooms only in rare souls. It is granted to those who live for higher things. Oh, and what a world we could make, for all humanity. We who live for freedom--" Grindelwald stares pointedly at the magizoologist -- something that worries Leta to no end because the man is planning something -- before continuing, "-- for truth, and most importantly, for love."

Queenie lets out a soft noise and none of them are sure how to interpret it.

"While I was held captive by MACUSA, they spent hours each day for weeks, torturing me for information. What kind of 'good' or 'just' institution would do such barbaric things?"

Newt recalls those days with a sickening dread settling in his stomach. And yet, he did nothing to stop it either -- not that he could anyway.

Grindelwald lifts his arms, gesturing to the masses. "Things that they have previously claimed that I am not adverse to, that we are not adverse to. They are an institution built upon lies. MACUSA is not the only one, of course. All these Ministries around the world are alike. And yet, they are quick to insinuate that we are the ones in the wrong. I say, it is not we!"

The room erupts into loud agreement. Vinda appears behind him, carrying an ominous looking skull with a hookah attached to it. Grindelwald announces that he is going to share a vision he had seen of the future. The Dark Lord takes the proffered skull, inhales deeply, and breathes out a plume of smoke. The picture that is painted by the smoke is absolutely terrifying. It's a massacre. Dead bodies litter the ground and at the centre of the room, a hefty explosion shakes the ground. They all stare in horror. Murmurs break out.

"That is what we are fighting! Their arrogance, their lust for power, their savagery. How long before they turn their weapons against us?" His mismatched eyes glint in the dim lighting and he cautions the crowd, "Do not be alarmed. There are Aurors among us."

There is a wave of shocked gasps, people frantically looking at their neighbours, fearing that the enemy was close. "My brothers, step into the light. Join us."

Despite being on different sides of the amphitheatre, Newt, Tina, and Leta can see Theseus and his gaggle of Aurors begrudgingly move toward Grindelwald. They see the Head Auror say something to his team, but they are too far away to make sense of it. The man smirks. One of the younger wizards has his hand laying on top of where his wand is sheathed, a nervous tick giving away his anxiety. There is a young copper-haired woman standing in the front row, her eyes are narrowed in anger and the pale-haired man knows he can take advantage of the two of them.

"They have killed many of my followers, it is true. They have struck down many of their fellow witches and wizards for the simple crime of seeking the truth, for wanting freedom. Your anger -- your need for revenge -- is natural." The witch he had been eyeing moves to whip out her wand, but the Auror is ready, and the girl drops dead to the floor. Grindelwald makes a sound of despair as he stalks towards the fallen body. He kneels beside her, arranges her limbs, and strokes her hair, tucking a bright-coloured strand behind her rapidly cooling ear."My poor child."

He stands up from his position, striding back to the stage, and there is an undertone of rage when he speaks again, "Go! Go and spread the word that it was not we who committed such atrocious actions this night." The sound of Apparition thrums as wizards and witches disappear one after another. The British Aurors move on Theseus' command, ready to take the man by force. Grindelwald spins in a circle, muttering a spell, "Protego diabolica." Scorching blue flames emerge from his wand tip and many of those that remain flinch back from the heat.

"Aurors, join me in this circle. Pledge to me your eternal allegiance. Only here shall you know freedom, only here shall you know yourself. Join me... or die." The man states. He is pleased when he sees a couple of them run through the flames, unharmed. Vinda marches to join him in the circle, looking smug. The Dark Lord waves the Elder Wand as if he were conducting a symphony. Some of the Aurors that had come with Theseus try to Apparate, but just as they look like they are successful, streams of fire hit their bodies, ash trickling down. "Play by the rules, children."

There is a wicked grin stretching Grindelwald's lips. Krall attempts to walk through the flames, only to burn up with a screech of pain. Neither Grindelwald nor Rosier are surprised. Now, the only ones that are left are Newt, still standing too far from the rest of them, Tina, Leta, Queenie, Jacob, Theseus, Kama, Credence, and Nagini. Queenie seems mildly hypnotized by Grindelwald's words, but Jacob snaps her out of it with ease. Tina shoots him a grateful look. The flames continue to dance and spread, forcing many of them to retreat back. Credence struggles with his friend for a brief moment before he breaks away from her grasp and approaches Grindelwald. He stops just shy of the flaming circle.

"Credence, my boy." He gestures grandly with his arms spread wide open. "You know I have the answers you seek. Come with me and I will instill this knowledge upon you."

The Barebone teenager glances over his shoulder at Nagini, his one friend in this world, but the offer is too tempting. Finally, he takes the last couple of steps and passes through the flames without issue. Vinda takes his arm and Apparates. Newt and Tina stare at where he once stood, gazes heavy with sadness. Theseus jogs up to where the group is, spotting his brother a ways away.

"Newt..." Theseus whispers, perpetually worried for him; the same look is reflected back to him on his brother's face. Everyone's attention returns to the Dark Lord who has yet to leave. That smirk has not left his face and they eye him with varying degrees of distrust. The blue flames he has summoned surround them, crackling ferociously as the heat threatens to flay them alive. The older Scamander brother moves to join Newt, but a wall of fire interrupts his gait; he can see the look of glee that spreads over Grindelwald's face. Theseus realizes that Grindelwald has some ulterior motive regarding his sibling. His face conveys his horror and his blue eyes search frantically for a route to Newt.

"Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" This question stirs everything into a frenzy, both in the mausoleum in Newt's mind.

"Newt! Grindelwald is up to something--!" Theseus warns, but before he can finish, the wizard has already Apparated next to Newt. The younger British man's head turns slowly, too slowly for Theseus' liking, to face the other. Newt's breath hitches in surprise at his soulmate's sudden appearance. Grindelwald isn't rough when he grabs his forearm -- dare he even say, gentle? -- the heat from his grip is comforting, familiar, and it takes all of Newt's willpower to resist leaning into the other's touch. When they are standing this close to each other, they can see opposing pupils dilate as a wave of pleasure washes over them and their breathing deepens in unison. A tear slides down the swell of Newt's cheek at the sensation. It is exhilarating to be in the same vicinity of each other and it's as if time has temporarily halted as they share a look that says more than words ever could. It's as if the Dark wizard knows exactly what effect such close proximity and physical contact has on the magizoologist, but he cannot deny how liberating it feels, how power courses through his veins like lightning. Lightning so similar to, yet completely different on so many levels, from the electricity that ran through him in New York a mere nine months ago. A shiver runs down the redhead's spine and his green eyes flutter shut for a second longer than he would have liked.

The moment is broken by Theseus' enraged yelling, a nasty snarl on his face, a hint of confusion at their mysterious exchange, "Get away from my brother, your narcissistic bastard! I swear if you hurt him--"

The older Scamander furiously slams spell after spell at the flames that barricade him in, completely in vain because every ounce of magic he shoots out is neutralized by them, as he tries to reach his sibling. Grindelwald doesn't even spare Theseus a glance, the corners of his mouth tilting upward as he maintains eye contact with the redhead in front of him.

"NEWT!" Theseus is terrified that he is going to watch him die in from of him and he won't have been able to do anything about it. His voice, brittle with emotion, is getting hoarser with every shout that escapes his mouth. He can hear a cacophony of other voices joining him in calling out to Newt. He is not the only one who cares for the magizoologist, after all.

"Run, Newt!" Tina screams from across the auditorium, horror abject across her face and desperate to grab his attention. She cannot lose him after coming so close to saving Credence, only for him to step through the fiery barrier. Leta's voice joins hers.

Leta yells, "No! Grindelwald, stop! Please--" Her voice breaks, the plead on the tip of her tongue. She almost wants to beg the Dark Lord to take her instead. Not Newt, anyone but him.

Grindelwald simply bares his teeth in an imitation of a smile at them. He brushes a strand of hair behind the freckled man's ear, caressing the others cheek in the process, before leaning into whisper in said ear, "What is your answer, Mr. Scamander? Did I lie to you?"

Newt feels mildly intoxicated when he feels the other's breath against his earlobe. He can't think straight, he can't remember anyone besides his soulmate, but he remembers what they had discussed only hours ago. He remembers the promises that Grindelwald made and his stipulations about the Ministry's abuse of power if they were to discover his intimate connection with the Dark Lord.

Newt hesitates briefly, swallowing down his fear and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, but he finally has a response for the man, "... No. No, you weren't lying." His free hand clasps at the smooth fingers of his soulmate and they both can feel their magic co-mingling and swelling in vigour now that Newt has accepted his fate, regardless of his reservations. The blue flames surge as a result of an increase of magical force, becoming even more wild and uncontrollable in nature. The azure fire obscures them from view of those left in the mausoleum. Grindelwald takes the opportunity to retreat back slightly and plant a solitary kiss on the younger's cheek -- merely a brush of lips. Newt lets out a shocked noise that turns into one of appreciation as he feels the thrum of power coursing through his body.

Gellert pulls back fully, hands interlaced with each other and Newt's glowing green eyes on him, The Dark Lord asks, "Shall we?" He takes care to dispel the protective spell before he Apparates the two of them out.

When the flames dissipate, there is no trace of the two that once stood there and screams of Newt's name echo in the empty amphitheatre.

#gellert grindelwald #newt scamander #grindelnewt #grindelnewt fanfiction #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts fanfiction #fbawtft #fbatcog #soulmate!au #soulmate!au where you see black and white until meeting them #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #splashes of colour

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List of Male OCs: D&D Styled OCs

What, something of substance? On this blog?? Excuse me what????

To give context, these are my D&D Babies™️, at least all of the male ones. I have definitely have not played as all of them, but I would love to incorporate them into a campaign or a story one day.

Quick Warning, I have a lot of monks,,,and I mean a lot.

aNYways, let's get it

Charoseth "Pip" Filburn. Kalashtar monk, lawful neutral.

Doesn't know his first name, so he calls himself Pip bc it's easy for him to remember.

Red hair

Heterochromia (one red eye and one green eye)

His appearance is loosely based on my little brother, who has dreadlocks, similar brown eyes and caramel colored skin

One of my many cinnamon rolls

Kinda gay,,,just a little

A whole baby

Charo, the name of the spirit that shares his body, can't stand Pip because he's kinda dumb, so it always saves his ass from danger by scaring him

Felix. Albino tiefling bard, neutral good.

Has white skin and red, pupilless eyes

Kind of blind

Okay very blind, he can't aim to save his life

Wears a cloak constantly bc the sun is a deadly laser

Was a dancer in a travelling circus

Flirts with everyone, no one is safe

Painfully sarcastic

Insecure about his appearance

Plays the flute and viol

His human mother gave birth to him in a circus tent, but then died after freezing to death three hours later. She was a prostitute living in secrecy so that his father, a tiefling war general, didn't find and kill her.

He gets his albinism from his mother

Silas Ellescar. Elf (Eladrin) monk, chaotic good.

I think most of my male OCs are gay oops-

Loves the stars and sky

In the game he's in currently, he stole a motorcycle and named it Sheva.

In game he has almost died three times bc elves are kinda hated all over the continent he lives in

His character appearance was loosely based on Prince Zuko, minus the scar and excessive angst

He's actually really young, and maturity wise is the youngest character I have (in human years he is 16)

Scarily independent, and he's the most reckless in his party

Loves rocks, his sister, and the sound of "mean people" in pain

Might be a sadist,,,maybe

Teekl Heiresi. Changeling rogue, neutral good.

Another cinnamon roll

It's actually unsure of the actual gender of Teekl, but he uses a more masculine appearance.

Selective mute

Has an "emo fringe", but he just doesn't want to creep people out with the fact that he has one eye so he covers it

He can be the squishiest party wise, but he's really, really good at being sneaky so he hasn't died yet

My first ace character

Questions everything about everything

When he does speak he has the thickest Australian accent

Turns into a mouse when he's scared, it's an instinct that he developed after living in slums

Adonis Lolth. High elf warlock, true neutral.

This is my gayest character

Has no reason to buy, sell, or give a fuck

He made a pact with a demon for revenge, and it has since then fucked with his moral compass

The irresponsible wine mom friend

Talks to himself very often

"Curiouser and curiouser..."

Wears big round glasses

When he smiles it either means "end-my-suffering" or "they'll-never-find-your-body". There's no in between.

His husband was executed after accidentally killing a woman, so Adonis has a personal grudge against women

Phynwen Astreas. Aasimar barbarian, chaotic good.

Brain the size of a walnut

Actually stupid

Stronk but s o f t

Loves butterflies and collects their wings

Chaotic. Very chaotic.

Undyingly loyal

Often called the party's "danger doggo"

Has a personal vendetta against chickens and religion

Speaks Giant for backstory reasons

Is 7'1" but still tries to hide behind people like a little kid

Aroace

Amnesiac

Confused constantly

Never, I repeat NEVER get him drunk.

Lived in a forest after being kicked out of his village

Unnecessarily violent and loud

Zenrir Redfable. Tiefling warlock, neutral good.

No one: H- Zenrir: "Peasant."

Thinks being noble is a personality trait

He absolutely despises it when Teekl speaks because he has no idea what he's saying

He kinda reminds me of Monoma from MHA-

He's literally just an asshole, there's nothing else

Fascinated by poor people

Always angry at literally everyone

Loves children but should never be left alone with one. Ever.

Agni. Fire genasi wizard, lawful neutral.

Curses, like, a lot.

Sparky sparky boom boi

Reads like no one's business

Has a laugh that can cure diseases

Scares kids because he's way too excitable

So,,,squishy

"That's kinda gay."

Hisses before he speaks

Afraid of water because, well, obvious reasons. He was also a pirate once, and almost drowned after walking the plank.

Kai. Water genasi monk, lawful good.

Why do I have so many monks

No, he doesn't know what you just said.

Spacey as hell

"Yes...?"

Gay Disaster™️. Don't flirt with him, his response will be either fainting or screaming. Or both, but that hasn't happened yet.

Smart enough and caring enough to be the mom friend, but he's too spacey

Hugs people for fun

Agni is his brother from another mother, literally. He stayed in their village while Agni rebelled and almost got himself killed with a group of pirates. They reunited twenty years later.

Syrlok Godelyth. A drow rogue/bard, true neutral.

Tried to kill Pip for money, but he got his ass kicked. Pip spared him bc he felt bad.

Pip fell asleep on his shoulder once and it still fucks him up to this day.

The only reason that he has that dumb name is so I can make him say dumb shit and the response will be "No shit Syrlok"

Also angsty

So much emotional baggage

Someone give him a hug

But like...

Metaphorically

I have a backstory for him but it's just very, very angsty. Like grotesquely angsty.

Anjel Nailo. Drow cleric (knowledge domain), lawful neutral.

Forgets that he's a cleric almost all the time

Has a serious staring problem

Has only been seen blinking five times in his entire being with his party

Hates armor with a passion

For some reason he has a charisma of 14 and all he does is stare at people and smile awkwardly

Head over heels for Kai

Related to Melancholia Nailo (one of my female OCs)

That's all of them (for now). If for some reason you read them all then, thank you for reading. I apologize if I started giving less details as I continued, I started at 7:30 and ended four hours later.

Anyway, I'mma go now, bye~

#my ocs #my ocs are my children #d&d ocs #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #lgbtq

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