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the infamous kim euntaek !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 29 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: kim family
occupation: lawyer
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: willow wood & thestral tail hair
faction: cult of the moon
alignment: n/a
organization: korean magical council
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: law
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Euntaek...
smells fresh spring, parchment, and chocolate chip muffins upon taking amortentia
sees golden spoon snapped into two halves, colour drained from it so fast that it looks nothing more than an ordinary spoon in a split second. ( breaking of chains, his impending dissociation from the pureblood society should they find out that his allegiance doesn’t lie with them ) when facing a boggart
conjures a lynx when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
001. it’s the same words emphasised: in muffled voices, in gentle strokes of a knuckle to cheek, in silence that’s held behind tight lips and sealed in throats, in countless fancy dinners wherein the same things happen over and again –– it’s the same words repeated. he learns of the words before the meaning, before he learns to crawl or walk or speak the words. they tell him he’s lucky; he thinks he’s lucky.
002. the statue’s built on rust and bones, shapes of human figures outlined and details fine-tuned to the minuscule. he bears witness to the terror magnified from the iron faces, distant screams filling his ears but they’re short-lived. mother thinks it makes a good bedtime story. after all, nothing puts a child to sleep better than a history picture-book that highlights major efforts in stablising the status of pureblood society upon the graves of anyone ( anything ) that is impure, tainted in the slightest of ways. she tells him he’s born a golden boy and meant for things greater than him and her; he believes her.
003. winter, 1995, train station. he has a hand in one of mother’s while they make their way through the bustling crowds on the platform. first class isn’t so much comfort and privacy than it is a statement, a declaration of status with clear lines drawn. the first time he learns of the meaning, it is in these words: they’re not like us.
004. winter, 2001, school bathroom. the other boy is his age, in his herbology class, always with the thick frames and always with the same, bright smile. the two of you could be friends, you’re very much alike. it grates his nerves and crosses him the wrong way. the rest spirals downwards from thereon. the smile’s taken and replaced with a look euntaek is all too familiar with, memories surfacing and it dawns upon him: the statue, the same look of absolute horror. a part of him thrives off on the anticipation that his father would be proud and his mother would kiss his head with the same pride –– her darling lil’ boy is growing up. that day, he learns of the power of blood –– in particular, his own. the boy’s a mudblood –– he doesn’t matter, he shouldn’t matter.
005. name after name goes down into history, left forgotten and unaccounted for. it’s a front row seat for him in witnessing the way murders are ruled justified and covered up in the name of maintaining order and restoring balance. father tells him these are what needed to be done. he wonders at times if the statue gets wider, gets taller, and sinks deeper into the ground from the weight of bones, the weight of their –– his own –– blood and superiority. the disguise of justice only goes this far for him, except justice is a foreign concept that he’s never quite been able to wrap his head around, and he doesn’t think he cares enough to. it’s as his father’s always done: reaping benefits regardless of the price to pay.
006. winter, 2012. the grades are entirely his, and the position is entirely his father’s. euntaek knows he’s born with privileges, and he thinks he’ll be a damned fool not to squeeze it dry. he joins the ministry upon passing the bar exam, sitting comfortably in an office that his parents would call clean. essentially, there have always been just two paths laid before him from the very beginning: politics and law, it’s either or and no room for negotiation. after years of the same groove and grind, of watching his father abuse the power he holds and pull strings in his favour, euntaek thinks he much prefers one where he doesn’t have to be subjected to public scrutiny or has to constantly appease others. the drill of time shows him that certain things are just parts of a bigger game. at this point, he finds himself gradually gravitating away from the mindset he’s been influenced ( brainwashed ) into undertaking and towards everything else he’s witnessed and learnt via his father. all this while he’s been teetering around the edges of the grey, staying faithfully within the boundaries of the black and white. in the whirlwind of chaos and the rising tension amongst the various factions, he finds comfort in the one and only he’s stayed true to: himself.
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the infamous park yujin !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 25 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: park family
occupation: cursebreaker for the museum of the magical arts
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: hippogriff talon & ash
faction: cult of the moon
alignment: corruption climber
organization: cursebreaker for the museum of the magical arts
silhak speciality: magical theory
sejong major: cursebreaking
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Yujin...
smells smoke, roses, and paint upon taking amortentia
sees her being alone when facing a boggart
conjures a fox when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
childhood is easy.
park yujin is a natural charmer, pink petal lips permanently curled into a smile; there’s no avoiding falling in love with this child. and it remains to be easy, to jump into the laps of her parent’s friends and amaze them with elementary spells learned a year too early.
but it dawns on her, even in her infant innocence, that she would always be second to her sister. second smartest, second prettiest; but always first to bitch and complain.
it’s a middle child complex, they tell their parents. they’re friends of friends with nothing better to do than run their mouths. but they’re not wrong. park yujin is ignored; spoiled, mouthy, and not given an ounce of attention compared to her siblings. but she’s easy to ignore. her prepubescent years had yet to see her amount to anything. she wasn’t graced with the same beauty her sister had been gifted with early into her adolescence; she wasn’t as young as her brother, seemingly always in need of coddling and protection.
but with minimal parental supervision and a constant craving for attention, it isn’t long before she’s sticking her nose in places it doesn’t belong. it would be a one-time thing, they swore. but even to this day, she finds herself in the arms of people she should not. park yujin, for as stubborn as she is, has not learned to keep her word.
adolescence is an epiphany, the birth of self-awareness.
it comes too easy to her, they whisper with their mouths hidden behind their hands, it’s not fair. but when has the world ever been fair? cruel, vengeful, a slight inconvenience sure. but fair? that was definitely a stretch.
the halls of silhak house her rebirth, her transformation into the better sister. yujin can already begin to see it, her older sister grows too soft, too lenient, she’s beginning to lose her edge. she fails to see the world outside her zone of comfort, she’s failed to see the rewards if she just reached further.
park yujin becomes every bit of the snake her parents were and continue to be. it’s easy to swallow the twisted ideologies they shoved down their throats with a smile on her face; it’s easy to follow in their footsteps and think, above all else, only of herself. ambition grows within her, a dark seed blossoming and ready to sprout its leaves. will she know when to stop?
adulthood is the feeling of being lost when you are at home.
who do you support, park yujin? there are cameras in her face, reporters with nothing better to do than hound the children of wealthy and powerful.
i support the hard-working members of this society. throw them a smile, park yujin.
and it’s funny, yujin thinks, to have grown all up to become everything her parents could have wished for and more.
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the infamous kim eunha !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 23 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: kim family
occupation: law assistant at the department of magical law enforcement
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: pine wood & phoenix feather
faction: death eaters
alignment: corruption climbers
organization: korean magical council
silhak speciality: magical theory
sejong major: law
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Eunha...
smells omija tea, fresh flowers, ink, and a summer breeze upon taking amortentia
sees herself as a failure or weak when facing a boggart
conjures a arctic fox when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
From four to five, two sons and now a daughter, the Kim family expands. Another child to be doted on, another child to be welcomed in their highly exclusive world, another child to be indoctrinated with the belief she’s better than everyone else, thanks to what courses through her veins. Kim Eunha, the precious baby swathed in the finest fabrics, already has a series of expectations thrust upon her tiny shoulders. It’s honestly not a matter of if she’ll be great things, but when.
Father jokingly likes to say that her first words was a question. He’s probably right. Anything and everything piques her curiosity. The world is vast, consisting of sights and sounds she’s never heard of before. She points, she asks, she listens. The more detailed an explanation is, the less likely a whine will echo through the house from the vague reasoning. Everyone quickly learns to prepare for an interrogation by a highly inquisitive six year old, because ignoring her is equivalent to a death wish.
There are the faces shown in the public eye and those reserved for behind closed doors. Both parents are shining examples of just how easy it is to mask true intentions for personal gain. Strangers are treated as long time friends, showered with enough compliments and attention to calm the most unruly of souls. Razor sharp teeth are hidden with promises for a long lasting alliance, for the sake of business, before said promise becomes the subject of a private joke, as if mocking how gullible others can be.
Criticism over their behaviour is non existent when she knows no better. Their mannerisms are slowly adopted, evident in the way she interacts and speaks to others, struggling to fathom the possibility that this shouldn’t be the way she behaves. Friends aren’t safe from her greedy little hands either. The brand new toy they parade around somehow, and for some reason, continually finds its way into her grasp, although her kind words and bright smile keeps the accusations at bay. Like parent, like child.
Heroes aren’t the fictional characters who feature in her grandmother’s bedtime stories. They are, in fact, the women in the family—grandmother, aunts, her mother—who manage to straddle the line between delicate, almost ethereal beings, to leaders forged from steel. Kind words are laced with venom, their heads held high as they enter the room, commanding her attention each and every time. She seeks to emulate them, aspiring to garner the same respect as they do.
Conversation frequently touches on a topic she’s heard countless times before: blood purity, especially in the current political climate. It’s a “you are either with us or against us” mentality. To no one’s surprise, majority wins—the idea pureblood reigns supreme—leaving little to no room for objections. Not that she has any, of course. The consequences that lay ahead for the rebels and martyrs is far from pretty. Muggles and muggle-borns alike are the equivalent of nothing in her eyes. That is, they aren’t the target of vitriol over their origins.
In fact, the first few interactions with new classmates at silhak goes down without a hitch. Unlike what relatives expect of her, insults don’t slip from her lips, nor does a student burst into tears from her intent to make their life a living hell. She’s calm, collected, acknowledging their presence, yet uneager to do more than engage in casual conversation. Although hatred isn’t evident, that does not mean she wishes to continue mingling with those who, in her eyes, lead “mediocre” lives due to their status.
In addition to maintaining high grades and embodying the quintessential star student to a tee, preparations begin for life outside in the big, wide world, and seeing just who can get her there. Acquaintances are ranked according to what they offer. She sifts through each like a stack of cards, clutching closely to her chest those deemed useful in the future, while the others are carelessly tossed into a separate pile without even a second glance. Call it a case of self preservation in a world gone mad.
They take three steps forward, she takes ten. They jump high, she jumps higher. Competition pushes her to surpass the rest and establish herself as a formidable opponent. The later years at sejong are spent in the company of various law books and notes, writing down theories and running over phrases for the umpteenth time until she emerges from the room with an aching hand and mild headache. Even then, it’s not enough. The mere thought of falling short and becoming a laughing stock, a tragic example of a pureblood failure, is one she desperately wants to avoid.
Hard work is eventually rewarded, albeit with a few gentle pull of the strings behind the scenes, she earns a position as an assistant in the law offices. In a workplace full of wolves, she’s the wolf disguised in sheep’s clothing, exuding an air of innocence despite being fully capable of tearing apart an unsuspecting victim. Passing gestures, comments, advice— she watches, listens, then carefully stores each to memory, nothing going unnoticed in her presence.
Brown nosing is an activity she regularly engages in. To rise up the ranks, it’s necessary to bite back comments threatening to fall from her lips, and conceal the irritation with a simple answer to the various demands and requests thrown in her direction. She accepts the tasks from superiors, no matter how monotonous they are, knowing the suffering is necessary for her to progress forward.
Right and wrong, good and evil. Rules are implemented to maintain law and order, although it’s the grey lurking in between the black and white that ultimately draws her attention. She toes the line to further her own agenda, reaching out to anyone who may be beneficial to her cause. Amazing, truly, what some expensive gifts can do to persuade them to do her bidding.
The world is hers for the taking. No obstacle can ruin plans that’s been in motion for as long as she can remember. She’s prepared for this, longed for this. Sights are firmly set on proving herself worthy of the heir title, at least for now it is. Once the crown is sitting pretty on her head, then who’s to say she isn’t interested in pursuing something more? Greed is her greatest sin, after all.
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the infamous yi wonbin !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 24 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: n/a
occupation: beater for the dashing dokkaebi
residence: mudang-ri
wand: acacia wood & unicorn hair
faction: death eaters
alignment: corruption climbers
organization: beater for the dashing dokkaebi
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: did not attend
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Wonbin...
smells petrichor, eucalyptus leaves, and matcha upon taking amortentia
sees disembodiments when facing a boggart
conjures a lynx when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
for the last 30 years, yi wonsook had always gotten what he wanted. the girl, the government career, and the indisputable prestige he always believed he deserved. as a high-ranked official for the magical trade department, wonsook’s resources and connections were filed and piled as the years passed by– broadly expanding his recognition within wizarding seoul. he had proved himself to be ambitious and reliable and patriotic. word of his good-doing and hard work with other wizarding communities had spread across the country and he became the paradigm of an exemplary korean wizard: diligent, successful, and most importantly, pureblood. receiving his heir had only been the cherry on top. yi wonbin was born on a cold winter break– but the anticipation for wonsook’s firstborn ran high and ablazed. his father’s abilities went without saying, but his mother was kim dayoung, an equally distinguished witch from the kim lineage and a famous quidditch player. the magical powers the child of wonsook and dayoung could harness could be incredible, and not a single wizard (that mattered, of course) missed the opportunity to take a glance over at the future and congratulate the couple on their newborn baby. yi wonbin possessed the seeds of greatness, and it would be up to wonsook and dayoung to harvest them properly.
as expected, wonbin grew to be a wizard with great potential. it was a striking moment of epiphany for his parents when they watched their son’s little fingers curl firmly around his first wand and weave it like he’s done it for centuries (when he had merely imitated what he had seen from his parents). wonbin attended silhak like most wizards his age and excelled in about every subject they introduced– including and most especially, quidditch. he played the sport for the duration of his school years and led his team to many victories as the beater which absolutely delighted his mother, who had been a chaser in her time, but nonetheless, making her very proud. wonbin had always been a showy type of individual; from his position in quidditch that demanded attention and power to being a part of an important pureblood wizard family. he was intimidating, and dark– stern in the face and there was something reckless and arrogant about him like no one could touch him but no one could ever guess the deep repulse he held for the muggle kind that infested his school. he knew better than most of the thick-headed and outspoken bullies– he was much smarter. ‘mudblood’ stuck to his tongue like saliva but never left it, his snickers were sharp and criticisms flowed under his breath as he watched their lesson attempts fail repeatedly, and wonbin would make absolutely sure to bludgeon the muggleborns of the opposing quidditch team just a bit more than the rest.
the muggles were a menace to humanity and a blight in the wizarding world. this was obvious to young wonbin when his father would come home from his trips from around the globe, describing the destruction and the endless wars muggles brought on to every corner of the world. they were a poison and now they’ve brought their depravity to their perfect system– to their perfect world. it was infuriating. naturally, wonbin felt compelled to share his feelings with his peers at silhak and was drawn to his fellow purebloods that felt the same. one door led to another, and wonbin eventually found himself amongst the masses of death eaters by the time he had graduated the silhak school of wizardry. despite the alarming number of muggle sympathizers growing in seoul, wonbin’s future looked bright with the multitudes of newts under him and his admission into the sejeong institute of advanced magicks. but with his newfound loyalty to the death eaters, something even better was quick to come along. the grandest of opportunities. somehow, someway, a spot in the nation’s best quidditch team opened up and it had been offered to him. he hadn’t seen his family beam with more pride than the day he was formally inducted into the team. it had been the happiest moment of his life. with no choice but to put his admittance to sejeong on hold, wonbin instead put his blood, sweat and tears playing for the dashing dokkebis while also using his public image to its fullest advantages for the death eaters. his resources were steady and his tenure unyielding to only them because wonbin knew that not only would he end up on the right side of history, but he’d also come out to be on top…. like it was always meant to be.
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the infamous jung jihoon !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 26 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: jung family
occupation: publicity manager for the institute for advancement of magical research
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: hornbeam & doxy wing
faction: death eater
alignment: silver spoons
organization: publicity manager for the institute for advancement of magical research
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: interwizard relations
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Jihoon...
smells autumn rain, coffee, and lily of the valley upon taking amortentia
sees himself as a muggle when facing a boggart
conjures a mink when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
WARY - adjective
feeling or showing caution about possible dangers or problems.
Jung; the final pure bloodline to join ranks with the High Council; the only family to have amassed enough prestige to be invited after its inception. But, three hundred-some years of loyal service and the Jungs are still intent on proving their worth. The founding families have twice the number of years served and when the biggest hurdle in a race is time, there’s no easily catching up. Some might assume the Jungs are destined to carry the traditional ‘maknae’ stigma until the organization falls; forever the youngest, forever last, forever catering to those who came before. But the Jungs are ambitious. The Jungs are resilient and prove their worth over and over again. The Jungs are considered nouveau riche to the other families, but there’s much to be said for the modernization and advancement of magical society. The Jungs have an agenda and the other council members are right to be wary.
ANTITHESIS - noun
a person or thing that is the direct opposite of someone or something else.
The first Jung heir is female and the most beautiful baby anyone has seen in an age. Whether that is flattery or honesty, her proud parents agree. If your blood is as undiluted of magic as the Jungs, the sex of your child is irrelevant, but surely it’d take some of the burdens from their beautiful first born if the second was male. A physically strong and bold heir with broad shoulders to bear the brunt of what a Jung must endure; surely that is a justified circumstance to hope for. Their second child is soon on the way and when he arrives, it seems maybe they had in fact been hoping for too much. He is an ugly, ugly boy. The Jung’s first and ultimately sole male heir is a scrawny little beast with beady black eyes. He’s the absolute antithesis of the beautiful, doll-like girl that came before him. It felt like they’d somehow birthed one angelic infant and the next, a manifestation of the vile secrets and misdeeds of their lineage; a demon.
SUPERIORITY - noun
the state of being superior
If you’re a Jung, it doesn’t matter if your mother prefers to keep a blanket over your head as she feeds you. If you’re a Jung, it doesn’t matter if your father grimaces when he’s forced to acknowledge you. If you’re a Jung, it doesn’t matter that your closest childhood friends are house elves. If you’re a Jung, you’re impervious to the judgment of others because you’re raised knowing that, despite other perceived shortcomings, you’re better than the others. You’re a pureblood wizard. Somehow he keeps this at the forefront of his mind instead of focusing on what is lacking in his life.
NEGLECT - verb
fail to care for properly.
Jihoon is deprived of affection from his parents, but more detrimentally, he is deprived of discipline. He becomes the hellion that he resembles. He is a surly little brute; stubborn and mischievous. His parents would rather tend to the girls so he’s put with hired help that can’t possibly control him but are paid handsomely for short lived attempts. Jihoon is five years old when he learns of a wizard who is so powerful that people fear to say his name aloud. He is six years old when this man overthrows the widely accepted school of thought amongst wizards across the world and imposes his own ideals upon the survivors. They’re the same ideals that Jihoon has been taught since he was old enough to understand the concept of Muggle and magic folk. He feels his trust in what his parents have taught him is justified.
He’s intensely jealous when his sister attends school and he’s stuck at home, locked securely behind the high gates of their family estate. Magic comes easily to him but there is also an underlying worry that probably plagues many pureblood wizards; if you’re going to go around proclaiming that you’re better than everyone else - you had better be able to prove it. He’s ahead of the game when he starts at Silhak the following year, but there’s still that troubling little detail of how homely the child is.
SUPERFICIALITY - noun
lack of thoroughness, depth of character, or serious thought.
Being ugly taught Jihoon a lot of things and gave him a lot of opportunities that he probably wouldn’t have otherwise appreciated. It taught him that life isn’t always fair and that you can be tremendously talented or have superior genes, but there will always be people who only see what’s outside. It taught him who his true friends were. Sure, there were children who attempted to get close because of his family name, but they didn’t last. Faced with humiliation by associating with a high profile troublemaker who was not only ugly but genuinely weird, well, it’s a lot to handle for most kids. It taught Jihoon how to win over the people who did value beauty and aesthetics; taught him how to charm and flatter them without speaking to his own assets. It taught him to develop hobbies and skills because he wasn’t going to get by with his face. It taught him the importance of observation in those situations where he was being ignored. And most importantly, it taught him the delights of being consistently underestimated and proving people wrong.
SERENDIPITOUS - adjective
occurring or discovered by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
An important fact to mention is that, despite accepting that he was an unattractive child, Jihoon didn’t feel in the least that he was any less of a person or wizard than prettier classmates. The good ole’ death eater upbringing saw to that. But thankfully, puberty was kind to Jihoon. Far kinder than any person in his life, despite such a privileged existence. He sprung up in height and his voice dipped to a smooth baritone. He grew into big dark eyes and his features matured, even if his persona had not. He’s still on the thin side but overall, his appearance greatly improved. The upgrade, however, did nothing to alter his already out of control behavior except that he now understood the luxury of being able to get away with murder by using his looks and acting cute. His circle of friends expanded now that people were willing to give his quirkiness a chance with handsomeness added to the menu. He’d accumulated quite a few impressive hobbies during lonely holiday breaks, the most impressive of which led to him starting a rock band named ‘Wizard Chess.’ He then not only had friends from that point on but fans too.
RECONCILIATION - noun
the restoration of friendly relations.
His family came around as he gradually began to mellow. Don’t misunderstand, he was quite the delinquent through the end of his years at Silhak, but eventually, his family came to understand him and how the roles they’d played in his life, or lack thereof, had come to shape him. He’s unconventional, to say the least, but Jihoon continues to surprise those who underestimate him. His incidences of punishment became less and less, not because he was reforming, but because he had learned how to cover his tracks and not get caught breaking the rules.
Jihoon didn’t take much interest in his familial connection to the Institute for the Advancement of Magical Research until starting at Sejong. Truth be told, his father paraded his sisters around the facility like prize peahens but he was not permitted to set foot inside. There was no telling what damage he would do, whether accidental or otherwise. From his own personal experience allowing his mouth to run before his brain caught up and doing his best to smooth over the resulting aftermath, he began to contemplate a career where he could utilize such a skill. Not to mention, he loves being the center of attention and convincing others to see things his way.
PRIME - noun
a state or time of greatest strength, vigor, or success in a person’s life.
The climate is tense in wizarding Seoul and Jihoon feeds off of the strained atmosphere. Things haven’t been this interesting since he was a child and ‘you know who’ was stirring shit up across the pond. Jihoon is happy to play his part in shaking up the monotony of things with a bold, fresh outlook but he’s surprisingly transparent when it comes to speaking his mind. While he’s not fond of others knowing the extent of such intimate details or his inner workings, for now, he’s taken a firm stand with the Cult and their warranted muggle concerns. Letting the elder generations ponder over his death eater loyalties and whether he took the dark mark because it makes a pretty bad-ass tattoo is his current favorite topic on which to eavesdrop. Whether he’s a man thinking out of the box or completely out of his mind, is a close second.
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the infamous fukui kousei !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 23 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: n/a
occupation: wandmaker’s apprentice
residence: mudang-ri
wand: ivy & kappa scale (11″ & flexible)
faction: neutral
alignment: n/a
organization: n/a
silhak speciality: magical theory (attended mahoutokoro in japan instead of silhak)
sejong major: n/a
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Inside resources have said Kousei...
smells horses, ice, fresh barbecue, and an old forest upon taking amortentia
sees his own body brutally mutilated when facing a boggart
conjures a falcon when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
kousei is born to one of japan’s most magically talented families, one of an exclusive few with magic deeper in their blood than most. some have existed for centuries, some are only just coming into their own. no matter what, though, they have a their niche in society. they produce the seers and the diviners, the intuitive wandmakers and prodigy potionsmasters. it’s nothing official, but the expectations hang heavy and silent.
he is chosen as the best candidate for the next wandmaker, as the current one is looking to retire. his path is laid out before him.
compared to other children of these niche families, kousei is practically normal.
he distinctly remembers receiving his first wand. the old man at the wand shop moved to an unsettling rhythm, almost swinging on his feet. his gaze felt like a knife, cutting away pre-pubescent insecurities to see the very core of kousei’s being. the dust and smell of pure magic clung heavy to his nostrils. kousei couldn’t imagine himself becoming that old man, so docile but for some reason so terrifying.
kousei begins to attend mahoutokoro at age seven, and he finds he has a stronger initial control over his magic than most of his peers.
accidental jibes towards “how lucky he is” to have such a certain future create jealousy, and cause kousei to distance himself from his peers, as he feels that, if anything, he is unlucky because they have freedom to pursue whatever they’d like.
at fourteen he realizes how lonely he had become, and decides to compensate for it. he works his hardest to be entertaining and likable. however, he still feels his fears will not be taken seriously, and keeps them to himself.
in his final year at mahoutokoro, acting the way he has is exhausting. he stops trying so hard to please his peers, but the habits are hard to break.
after graduation, he begins his apprenticeship to the wandmaker in tokyo, who is nothing like the ghost of his childhood memories. instead, he’s a happy, if frail, old man that now stands a head shorter than kousei.
he spends his first year learning the basics, and finds that wandmaking comes surprisingly easy to him - it’s even enjoyable. for the first time since early childhood, kousei doesn’t feel that he’s being forced into this position.
the traditional apprenticeship of the tokyo wandmaker after mastering the basics consists of ten trials that must be completed correctly on the first attempt, or the apprentice is either dismissed or must begin again.
kousei completes the first trial - an introspective assignment, creating a new wand for himself - with a certain amount of ease. he picks ivy to showcase his skills as a wand-carver and for its strength, and kappa shell to represent his newfound pride in becoming japan’s next wandmaker, as well as its rarity and its partiality to the charms he would have to perform to create more wands in the future.
the second trial is to travel around the world learning from various wandmakers and gathering rare, regional supplies to stock the shop in tokyo.
at first it goes quite smoothly - kousei picks up sequoia in the united states, spends a short while with european wandmakers, and even visits african wizards and studies their wandless magic. his status as a wandmaker’s apprentice has made him a fairly inoffensive party and japan’s neutrality on the struggles between the order and the death eaters allowed his travels to barely be impacted by political strife. seeing the world opens his eyes and he begins to mature, understanding other better, though parts of his mischievous schoolboy persona remain.
south korea is his final stop. the cult of the moon, in addition to death eaters, members of the order, and the occasional wizard with a historical grudge against japan have made his stay more nerve-wracking than anywhere else - especially since he’s supposed to spend at least six months learning new techniques (and the language) from seoul’s wandmakers. as close to home as he is, kousei can’t give up, or he’ll have to start his apprenticeship all over again.
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the infamous ahn miso !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 22 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: n/a
occupation: chaser for the dashing dokkaebi
residence: gwishin-dong
wand: phoenix tail feather & rosewood
faction: order of the phoenix
alignment: muggle support
organization: n/a
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: did not attend
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Name...
smells clean linen, coffee beans, and lavender upon taking amortentia
sees a snake when facing a boggart
conjures a dog when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
ahn miso was born in mabeob-gu to an upper-class pure-blooded family, the fifth and final child to two lawyers of the korean magical council. her family was close-minded to the idea of muggle-borns in the wizarding world, her parents constantly pushing their beliefs of pure-blood superiority on the children. in miso’s case, however, they never really influenced her as much as the others given their lack of time spent with her due to work. they would’ve thought the other children might make up for it when they spent time with miso but instead they placed her on a broom stick as early as they could and taught her how to fly.
miso grew up a curious, open-minded child, so when her parents might’ve told her to stay away from muggles and muggleborns alike as they were unintelligent and foolish, miso wanted to see for herself. in her experiences with muggleborns, she found them to neither be unintelligent or foolish but rather became friends with them. she genuinely liked them and found herself to be no different than how they were, a mindset totally different from her parents’.
although she differed from her parents greatly on the topic of muggles, miso never really spoke up about it but kept quiet. on break from school one year, her parents found out that their youngest daughter had associated herself with muggleborns and had become their friend. that didn’t necessarily anger them completely; instead, they’d sat her down and told her calmly all the horrible things muggles do and “how” they can be. but miso refused to listen to them speak and argued back, defending her friends. this angered her parents.
they began to enforce their beliefs and ideals on her more than before, in some cases teaching miso dark magic as her father was apart of the death eaters. they were stricter as well, taking away her broomstick until she distanced herself from her friends. it was a dark period for young miso as she would cry too often and would practically never crack a smile.
all this finally ended when she graduated from silhak and was given an invitation by a fellow peer to align herself with the order of the phoenix. her cult of the moon family wouldn’t hear this, she knew, as they were for the government and against any resistance effort. but miso was strong in her beliefs and accepted.
it didn’t surprise her when her parents kicked her out of the family estate. miso handled it well, taking all her belongings and her beloved broomstick to gwishin-dong where her friends were. they took her in and helped her get back on her feet. a job coming in the form of team tryouts for new alternates of south korea’s famous quidditch team, the dashing dokkaebi, came for miso. her only skill was flying and playing quidditch at that point, so obviously she tried out. she made the team as an alternate chaser, but as one of the team’s starter chasers became permanently injured no soon after, miso was promoted to a starter.
miso currently is a well-known korean quidditch player with her position on the national team, but a member of the order as well. continuously, she voices her support for muggles, defending them whenever given the chance.
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the infamous nam jaehwan !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 25 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: n/a
occupation: keeper for the dashing dokkaebi
residence: mudang-ri
wand: holly & phoenix tail feather (not too long or short & flexible)
faction: order of the phoenix
alignment: blood traitor
organization: keeper for the dashing dokkaebi
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: did not attend
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Jaehwan...
smells just brewed coffee, shampoo, and the sea before sunset upon taking amortentia
sees a huge spider when facing a boggart
conjures a lioness when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
i. born in the first day of 1992, nam jaehwan didn’t cry one bit (or at least this is what his nanny always tells). he was born with his eyes wide open, looking around as if completely amazed by the world around him, as if he was expecting to come. and it is known, his nanny says, that a child that comes with their eyes open to the world is expecting to be born, excited, ready to start.
ii. right behind him, not even a minute after, she came, attached to his ankle, holding for dear life. that was how nam jaehwan and nam jiyeon were born: holding to each other. close. together. his nanny always tells this tale with a smile and then hugs them, gives them kisses on the top of their forehead as she says: “and that’s how you always have to be.”
iii. what a beautiful lie that was. but that comes later.
iv. to say that the nam twins are close is an understatement. as they grow wherever jaehwan is, jiyeon is not far behind. they play around together, they study together. two pure blood kids growing up is pretty much the same everywhere: privileged, wealthy, spoiled. jaehwan knows very little of the world besides the very little moments his mother takes them to town, away from the mansion.
v. when the first day of school comes jaehwan is not scared. he’s happy, excited. when jiyeon’s bottom lip shivers a bit, but just a bit, he holds her hand, smiles at her. and that’s how they enter through the doors that day: holding hands.
vi. his mother, their mother. a tall, lanky woman with long black hair and pointy face. she is beautiful, stunning, walks around the parties they attend with beautiful, colorful long dresses. jaehwan feels admiration towards her, love. but also this sick feeling to his stomach as they walk and he hears the whispers, the rumors. they call her a black widow, and once he heard they make bets of when his father will die.
vii. he dies one year later, when jaehwan is 13. he wonders if anyone won the bet.
viii. when jiyeon tells him she can hear thoughts, he believes her. when she tells him what she’s heard, he doesn’t. so he shows him because that’s what jiyeon does: takes him out of the dark, out of insanity. his mother has scars and tears, and it’s the tears that scare him. when he goes back to his room that night he breaks his father’s portrait, burns it. he’d never doubt his mother ever again.
ix. school comes and goes alarmingly fast, a stream of golden days that he can’t run back to. he remembers the first day: they are young, too young for this, and he and jiyeon enter the school while holding hands. he also remembers sunny days in the quidditch field, the people screaming and he’d always spot her in the crowd: his beautiful, magical, talented sister. his soulmate in everything, the one person he’d fight for, kill for.
x. another beautiful, beautiful lie.
xi. because once it happens, once he has to really fight for jiyeon he has to fight against himself. because as they grow he can’t help but feel as if their tight grasp to each other is breaking. when he buries another father (a father that has taught him about love, about character, about loyalship, about equality - about everything his mother is not) and watches his sister not shed one single tear, their mother holding her and jaehwan is on the sidelines it’s the first time he feels that he is a stranger.
xii. because every time his mother rants about the muggleborns jaehwan can’t help but feel upset at first, and then disgusted. he can’t help but feel embarrassment of his name, of what his blood stands for. he can’t help but leave dinner earlier because if he stays he will speak what’s in his mind and that is not something he wants to share.
xiii. not with his mother at least. by the look jiyeon throws at him he knows that she knows. she knows that he thinks his mother’s ideology is decadent, prejudiced, close minded. she knows that when he leaves the house he meets all kinds of people, that he doesn’t give a shit to what color their blood is. and he knows that something is about to be broken, about to be destroyed. and he is the one who has to do it.
xiv. he starts it slowly because he knows in any other way he can’t do it. when they finish school, jaehwan warns the two of them that he isn’t going to sejung. the dashing dokkaebi’s have called him for trials a month ago and he got accepted. his mother doesn’t say a thing. she just stands up, leaves. he can’t look at jiyeon’s face.
xx. when not even his own thoughts are safe there’s only one thing he can do:
learn how to hide them.
xxi. and things start to get more serious. one day a friend invites him to a meeting, doesn’t tell him where it is and what it is about, only that he will like it. and when he arrives, listens, there’s a fire that boils inside him, one only tamed by guilt. because there is no other word for what he is doing: betrayal. he’s betraying his mother, betraying his sister, betraying his blood. and yet as he leaves the excitement shuts guilt up, makes it weaker. because for the first time jaehwan felt like he could be part of something: something he believes in, something he can pour his heart into. something real.
xxii. most importantly: something he has to hide. he is more useful to the order while still being part of the world he hates. occlumency didn’t come easy, but after a while jaehwan masters it, keeps his thought safe, hidden, allowing to show only enough to not grow suspicion. but hiding from jiyeon’s reading eyes is not is, never is.
xxiii. a few months after he joins the dokkaebi’s starter team he leaves the house. the goodbyes are cold, nothing like he thought it’d be. he walks outside to apparate and when he looks back none of them are watching him leave. his heart aches as thoughts run through his mind and he tries to block them, scared of jiyeon hearing them. because even now, even when he is leaving he still doesn’t want jiyeon to heart, doesn’t want her to know that he feels relieved.
xxiv. when they see each other again, it’s christmas and jaehwan only attends out of goodwill. jiyeon is all pretty and dressed up, and she smiles at him. jaehwan’s heart aches.
“”wanting to leave already, brother? that’s positively unworthy of you.”
he frowns, annoyed. “stop reading my mind, ji.”
the smile she offers him is beautiful, open. and a lie. a beautiful one. “i don’t need to read your mind to know you don’t want to be here,“ she is not smiling anymore, "and don’t call me that.”
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the infamous bae rubi !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 24 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: metamorphmagus
occupation: freelance security
residence: mudang-ri
wand: hornbean & kappa scale
faction: order of the phoenix
alignment: blood traitors
organization: columnist for the augury
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: cursebreaking & combat magic
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Rubi...
smells honeysuckle, fresh mown grass, and smoke upon taking amortentia
sees her wand (an heirloom) broken and unusable when facing a boggart
conjures a red fox when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
The Bae family are illustrious to say the least. Not the top of the top, but a respectable family with a long lineage, a tree that branches and grows with the generations. They’ve always been successful, economically speaking, and they’ve always been utterly and thoroughly ambitious. Ready to spring into action at the barest hint of a weakness, the Bae family has been clawing their way to the top with blood stained nails since the inception of the family line, lost now to history. They have fought for every inch of success they have attained, and pride themselves on the fact they’ve come so far from nothing. With pure blood and intense grit, they’re certainly rising in South Korean wizarding society.
Bae Rubi, the youngest daughter of her family and the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, is everything that the Bae line exemplifies. From day one she is loud and brilliant, meddlesome and inquisitive. She never stops, never pauses - she ran before she could crawl, sang before she could speak, her mother always said. Rubi is odd from day one, a girl of a thousand faces and hair colors and eye colors and shapes. The young metamorphmagi thrills her grandfather who passed the genes down to her, and they spend hours making increasingly bizarre faces at one another. Rubi seems not to fear anything - for better or worse. Better, when she doesn’t mind the lights off to sleep. Worse, when she rushes headfirst into the garden when the neighbor’s (a purveyor of exotic animals) young horntailed dragon is on the loose young enough it can’t yet fly but old enough to burn the hell out of Rubi’s cheek, leaving shiny red skin in her wake. At seven this is the first of many trips to the mediwizards, who soon become well acquainted with the family and their danger seeking daughter.
Her family are long involved in the Department for Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, and they assume that is where Rubi will end up, if not Law Enforcement. From the beginning of her enrollment at Silhak (and from the day her powers manifest in an impressive conflagration, born of an equally impressive temper tantrum on the six year olds behalf) it is active magics that come the most naturally to her. While her potion grades are abysmal and she sleeps through her astronomy classes routinely, charms and defense against the dark arts have her on her toes, darting and dashing through spells, devouring information as quickly as her young mind can process it. She’s never been one for sitting still, and she rapidly becomes a scourge on the school population, firing off jinxes and hexes at every turn, cursing classmates and challenging her peers to duels when unfavorable paths cross.
Something of an impulsive troublemaker from the get go, Rubi thrives in chaos and uncertainty, feels most at ease when she isn’t given time to think and must only act and act and act. This leads her to taking up Quidditch as an extracurricular alongside her enthusiastic participation in the Dueling Club. She is soon assigned a position as beater and despite the relative weakness of her arms at the beginning of things, she rapidly grows to excel. Training is no bother, rain or shine she is eager for the rush of wind in her hair and the strange satisfaction of aching muscles, bruises that ache deliciously despite days of healing.
Her specialization in active magic at Silhak surprises no one, nor does it shock when her abilities have her landing at the top of the class. Likewise, moving on to Sejong to study cursebreaking and combat magic is no surprise. Her parents begin to boast that surely she will be the greatest Hit Witch of the age.
But Rubi begins to feel a little differently. Ever unstable and emotionally volatile, she is an erratic young witch with a foul mouth and a brash personality, prone to bravery but foolhardy actions. The idea of the excitement of a life as a hitwitch appeals, but she has little interest in being tethered to the government, acting as a police force, hunting down criminals- so called, for such flimsy reasons, such poor excuses.
Instead, she finds herself drawn to a cause. She’s a beater on the Sejong university team when it happens - her closest friend is signed to the Dokkaebi, and she wonders if she ought to follow suit. She wonders if quidditch will be her path. If not, what would be? Rubi is drawn to the thrills of cursebreaking but it would break her family’s heart, to have her gone so often - not to mention it would put a damper on their increasingly earnest plans to marry her off.
And that’s the crux of the issue. The ideological divide between Rubi and her parents seems only to get larger and larger as Rubi grows more and more. As a child she was content enough to listen to the espousings of the Cult of the Moon, to think of a future where the Bae family stood tall alongside the most notable figures in the South Korean wizarding world. At thirteen she’d liked the idea of marrying one of the handsome purebloods of higher station in her school, fulfilling some childish Jane Austian idea of success, finding a Mr. Darcy to temper her wildness, and love it, and love her, and be rich to boot.
But at twenty Rubi finds the idea hideous. She’s gotten to know those boys now, many of them, and they spit in the faces of the so called inferior for little reason she can understand. She’s taken enough classes from enough liberally minded professors to begin seriously questioning the ideals of the Cult, and of Death Eaters, and as she finds herself about to graduate, she realizes she has no idea what comes next. She has no idea what on earth she’ll do, or when, or with whom.
At least, until she finds a flyer. Its innocuous enough but suggests Order affiliation, and when she pieces together the charm that will reveal the location she heads off immediately, just in time for a meeting. And this? This is a cause that matters. These are people that matter. There is fire and passion in them, and in her, now, too. Things begin to fall into place as she strikes up conversation with a young man, one who finds her background intriguing, one who finds her knack for disguise and discretion even better than that.
And that’s how it happens. She spins her expertise and training into a day job freelancing as security for various upper echelon families, using her parents connections to do so. No one minds talking around the hired help, of secrets and plans, whispers that unfold a darker truth than any her parents had bothered to expose to her before. The Cult sounds all well and good on the surface, sure, but the deeper into the rabbit hole she goes the more voraciously she hunts for knowledge, the angrier she becomes. It stokes a fire in her, one she unleashes now not with words or with a club but with a pen.
The articles are clumsy at first and require extensive editing - she’s never paid much mind to things that must be done sitting down. But she feels this all so intensely, puts together the pieces of the stories with shaking fingers, outrage and fire lining the columns of text. The detective and strategic training that goes into becoming a cursebreaker or an enforcement officer finds a new home now in investigative journalism, in prying eyes and a multitude of disguises, genetically blessed to blend into any crowd, any situation, to disguise herself impeccably. And should she ever be in a terribly tight spot, she has her combat training at the ready, a few sharp movements and shouted spells and she’s gone, a different face entirely slipping off into the crowd.
Her parents distance themselves from her the more unruly she becomes. Her behavior is erratic. They wonder about her job - why would she waste her potential this way? They worry about her personal life - hasn’t she found a nice young man to settle down with yet? If she hasn’t, they know one, or two, or ten. Rubi exists, to them, as a rung in the ladder of their success, and they are eager to ascend.
And beneath the surface Rubi boils, burns, biding her time - just as eager to bring the whole thing crashing down.
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the infamous jung jieun !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 27 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: n/a
occupation: researcher for the institute for advancement of magical research
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: cypress wood & dragon heartstring (10 ¾" & hard flexibility)
faction: death eater
alignment: corruption climber
organization: researcher for the institute for advancement of magical research
silhak speciality: magical theory
sejong major: engineering
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Jieun...
smells orange blossoms, patchouli, and lemon meringue pie upon taking amortentia
sees her laboratory destroyed when facing a boggart
conjures a raven when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
Winter, 1990
Jieun is welcomed into the world as a heiress of her family. And for the same reason, her head is meant to wear a crown. Surrounded by the architectural paradigms of the Jung manor, she finds herself exploring the world alone, until her brother and her sister are born later. Three siblings sheltered by the practicality, frugality, and harmony of a construction with legacy.
As a kid, she is encouraged to read and to fill herself with knowledge, just as much as she is pushed to learn more about magic, and to be eager to dominate it in no time. Her relatives are always keen on collecting facts, information, and skills. She inherits this same interest, often recurring to what’s this and what’s that. She thinks her curiosity will take her places, yet she is already at the top.
When she is of age, the eldest Jung child is ready to be shipped to Silhak after receiving her acceptance letter. Her elation is indescribable at the discovery of such an enormous magical place dedicated to learning. A few classes later, she realizes she is already aware of many of the spells imparted during the courses, along with many others subjects that seem to bore her to dead. Jieun is always one step ahead.
Spring, 1998
She is only 8 years old when the Second Wizarding War ends. Jieun has grown used to adults discussing the conflicts stemming from the Lord’s second rise to power, but this time, it is over for good — a decisive victory for their side. Those topics are only reserved for the privacy of home, for example, when her father goes through the pages of The Harkening Herald with a serious expression.
The Jung patriarch likes parading around the Research Institute with his daughter, so everyone fawns over her. He occasionally shows her the projects they are working on, all for the sake of the progress of wizarding Seoul. However, a threat always looms: Muggles are thieves of their knowledge and magic. Don’t ever forget, she hears him say, before a proud pat on the head.
It is instilled in her house that those who possess purely magical blood are superior. She is told what a blood traitor is and gets an explanation on relationships with Muggles being an aberration. She understands, accepts and seconds. Jieun finds it simple even for her young age. Her family is superior, and its members also have the responsibility to protect what they believe in.
Have Muggles never considered inferior others that belong to their own race? Have animals never left aside those who, being of the same species, are born sick? It is easy, if a Muggle feels that his pet is a nuisance to him, he sacrifices it. If a Muggle is a nuisance to wizards… the answer is clear. Be it to gloat over supremacy or to establish the correct hierarchical order. She believes she can consider both.
Summer, 2006
Broomsticks, wands, crystal balls, portkeys. Magical objects catch her attention. Incredibly useful creations that improve lives. It sounds like a motto of her family’s organization, so she decides she might as well study something related. In an unconscious way, as if it engraved on her mind, she knows she needs to prove herself worthy of being part of the Jung pedigree chart. Maybe find a husband should be next on her list.
Classmates with Muggle-born parents and blood traitors have taken the hint already — they avoid her because she considers them unworthy of even exchanging looks. Jieun only interacts with her own clique of pure-bloods, most of them are childhood friends that have been stuck with each other through the years because of their parents’ liaisons (and the symbol of the Dark Lord).
It is an honor to be considered inside the exclusive circle, but it is also a secret she needs to live with. Behind closed doors, she asks her acquaintances how it feels like, just to be ready. She memorizes the finger pressing into her skin, turning jet black and the burning sensation. Jieun is aware that her brother will soon go through the same ceremonial process to get the Dark Mark.
A skull with a snake protruding from its mouth only makes things official. Her family has been living under the ideals of a Death Eater for as long as she can remember. If she has to suck up to the Cult of the Moon for them not to suspect the imbalance and keep their image untainted, she is not worried. She has perfected her façade to present in society. A pretty poker face and a head full of thoughts.
Fall, 2014
Her colleagues look up to Jieun like a Joseon scholar when she roams the hallways of the Institute, wearing her pristine coat. The truth is she always makes sure to hide the brand on her inner left forearm with long-sleeved pieces of clothing. Her movements are poised and ready, like she is always on high alert. It is the price to pay for a double identity. For now, no suspicion has been raised.
She leads a small research team, in an attempt to make improvements to time-turners and perhaps come up with a new prototype. Jieun’s spare time is spent working on her private projects, which belong to classified documents of the Institute for Advancement of Magical Research — maybe they are to help her fellow Death Eaters. No one can deny that she gets such privileges out of pure nepotism.
In any case, her research never bothers the Cult, as she follows the line of adapting Muggle technology and finding ways to get rid of their harm. Jieun now goes home to news of the unrest that Seoul seems to be infected with. She thinks that if individuals in the wizarding community refuse to accept the natural order of things, something will have to be done about it. Her faction is probably considering the same plan of action.
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the infamous nam jiyeon !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 25 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: legilimens
occupation: cursebreaker for the institute for advancement of magical research
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: dragon heartstring & cypress (11″)
faction: death eater
alignment: silver spoon
organization: cursebreaker for the institute for advancement of magical research
silhak speciality: seeking
sejong major: spellmaking
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Jiyeon...
smells old books, fresh water, and eart upon taking amortentia
sees a spider when facing a boggart
conjures a fox when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
she is born a princess. they were born, but jiyeon always thinks about herself first. she doesn’t know why, it’s her instinct to think of herself as the first born, and then her twin brother. they are born a princess and a prince, not in blood, but still. (her) their mother acts like a queen, so in (their) her mind their family is royal. pure.
they are beautiful. cute kids who make the adults melt; it’s a natural gift, her mother tells them, it runs in her blood. jiyeon hears the whispers before she can understand them, but they are trapped in her mind; how she will be just like her mother. not her brother, her. a black widow, that is what they call her mother. for years jiyeon doesn’t understand what that means, until she does. but that is later.
their father is not her mother’s first husband, she has had another two before. behind their backs people call him “number three”, not a good number, they say. in front of them, however, they bow. because her father is important, and no one dares to mock him to his face. his blood is the purest of the pure, or so her mother says, and this is what will secure their lives until they are old and grey, she says, because pure bloods are always safe.
when she is seven and holding her wand in her hands for the first time her mother calls her, sits down besides jiyeon. and after this she gives jiyeon the most important of the advices: beauty can open doors, but it’s your intelligence that will keep them open. jiyeon sees that as a warning: she can’t be just a pretty girl, she has to be smart too.
it’s not a surprise that they are popular, they are (she is) their mother’s children, and they are beautiful. the quidditch practice gathers many people around, because of her brother in the air and because of jiyeon in the bleachers. she is a smart girl, she knows how to keep them at arm’s length. but her brother, her brother burns with emotions, and he burns bridges in the same speed he builds them.
when she is taught a patronus spell her professor says she has to think of her happiest memory, and for jiyeon that is easy. she thinks of her family having dinner together after one of her brother games. his team is close to win the championship and they are all smiles as they eat. it was a pure form of happiness, one that the only the memory of made jiyeon feel her insides warm, and the patronus come easily to her. and she never felt this happy again.
her father dies when she is (they are) 13. it’s a sunny afternoon and jiyeon looks up to the sky, to the place where her brother is flying, when they are called to the principal’s chambers. she knows there is something wrong because her mother is there, all dressed in black, a color she never wears. her mother is not crying, it’s not her first time in this rodeo.
she did it again, it’s what they say at her father’s funeral. jiyeon listens under her own sobs, the words echoing in her mind as time goes by. jiyeon is a smart girl, and she does what smart girls do best, she goes back to school and researches until she can know everything.
no one can teach her, so jiyeon teaches herself. it involves too many hand movements with her wand and two full years before she catches glimpse of her first thought. her mother’s mind is like a scream inside hers, making her want to give up. but her mother isn’t good with her secrets, not in a way to keep jiyeon away when she learns how to dominate the art of legilimency.
a black widow, they call her, and that she is. one by one her husbands died, all in mysterious circumstances. she is a threat for about half an hour, until her mother explains herself. jiyeon never saw it because her mother didn’t want them to see it; the harsh words, the mistreatment and finally the bruises. one by one the memories come to her and jiyeon feels sick. the image of her father slapping her mother so hard she falls down is one jiyeon can’t erase of her mind, even if she tries to.
“i saw it,” she says, tears streaming down her face “no one told me jaehwan, i saw it in her mind, he was awful.” her brother doesn’t believe it at first, like jiyeon wouldn’t if it wasn’t for her ability, but when their mother shows him the scars she couldn’t heal he believes it, and maybe things can start to be good again.
her mother has a new husband. he is a good man, but jiyeon knows number four won’t last long, not with the way he talks about the half bloods and muggles, not when his words are full of acceptance. he dies six months after the marriage, but not before signing documents to leave all his money to the nams. jiyeon doesn’t cry at the funeral, there will be others.
her mother teaches them that they are superior, they are pure blooded wizards, the best kind. and jiyeon believes her, they are better just because. her mother says they need to stay away from half blooded, from the filthy muggles who are ruining everything. death eaters, that’s what her mother calls her friends, and jiyeon believes she knows what she is doing, believes they are better. because.
her brother doesn’t. jaehwan doesn’t understand them, he doesn’t think like them, nor does he want to take part in it. they are almost adults now and it’s the first time their wishes are not alike. and jiyeon, she doesn’t know what to do. people say twins are connected and with them it has always been like this; jaehwan is the one who keeps her grounded, he is her best friend. not anymore, it seems.
she goes on with her life, but is not the same. she finds a job because a pretty girl like her would look great on the institute. sometimes she watches her brother, sometimes she pretends he doesn’t exist. sometimes she thinks of what her family was and cries, but that is just sometimes. the thing is, she was never happy like that.
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the infamous lee minjoon !
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blood status: pureblood
lineage: n/a
occupation: auror for the korean magical council
residence: mabeob-gu
wand: phoenix tail feather & hornbeam (11″)
faction: cult of the moon
alignment: corruption climber
organization: auror for the korean magical council
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: combat magic
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Minjoon...
smells old books and chocolate upon taking amortentia
sees himself as a child when facing a boggart
conjures a buzzard when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
Minjoon was a very docile baby. He rarely cried or made a fuss. He looked around at everything with big eyes, always watching and observing what was going on around him with awe. He learned to walk earlier than most children, but he had a problem with speaking. His toddler years were also similarly a breeze. There were many times when his parents would forget he was there because he was so quiet and self soothing. He didn’t make a lot of noise or throws big fits, instead he played by himself and only disturbed anyone when he needed something or sought the attention. He altogether was a very easy child to raise.
His first bouts of accidental magic were the only time Minjoon ever caused a problem. Freezing the floor of the hallway in anger so his brother would slip and fall wasn’t so bad, but setting fire to the drapes during at a party because another boy kept calling him names was a bit worse.
Magic fascinated him from a very young age, and he desperately wanted a wand so he can perform it himself. The closest he could get was books, but even those had words that took him a few reads before he could fully grasp what they were trying to say. He did it regardless.
Receiving his letter for Silhak was one of the best days of his early life, but actually starting there was even better.
Minjoon was a quick learner and picked up on most of his subjects with ease. He become the envy of his classmates when he could answer questions they couldn’t. It didn’t help that they also mistook his shyness for a superior and snobby attitude. He learned how cruel other children could be in his first few years at Silhak and his timid and quiet demeanor made it hard for him to stand up for himself. Their taunts and jabs were ignored to the best of his abilities, burying himself in magic and school work, but he could only bend so far before he snapped.
When he learned to bite back, everyone was shocked. He took the insults he learned over the past few years and spit them back with a deeper burn. He wasn’t quick to anger, but when he was angry he became relentless. A few sneaky jinxes or hexes here and there were the perfect way to get someone to shut up and leave him alone.
The rest of his early schooling goes rather smoothly, with only a few bumps in the road here and there.
teenage years
His interest in the dark arts developed as his body hit puberty, and Minjoon couldn’t understand why many saw it as such a taboo. Even at thirteen he saw the dark arts as just another part of magic. Though some of it was twisted and wrong, it was still magic. He was smart enough to keep his interest in the subject private, but he didn’t leave it alone.
Minjoon was still an impeccable student, though anything involving subjects that bore him were harder to keep his grades up high in. Herbology was one such subject, but he worked hard at it despite his lack of interest. DADA and Transfiguration were favorites of his, but anything else involving active magic was still fun and important to him.
It was also during this time that he started to become more aware of the world. He realized his position, and thus began his thirst to be chosen for heir. He wanted the be in a position of power, not just for his own desire but to also be able to help make a change. He saw the muggles as toddlers who had been let loose without adult supervision, distasteful beings who couldn’t help but destroy everything in their path. He wanted to put them in their place and help magical people gain their rightful place as the true superiors. The only person standing in his way was his brother, so he tried to prove he was the better choice. He worked vigorously in everything and learned how to place himself in the right crowd.
Most of his choices from then on, from the moment his mind was truly able to grasp what was possible for himself, he fought vigorously in everything to beat his twin. The pressure from his family only made it worse. He wanted to be proud of him, to see his true worth and acknowledge Minjoon as a worthy member of the Lee family. It tore him up inside that his competition was his own brother, to the point that he couldn’t even stand to look himself in the mirror sometimes. He craved greatness, and not even his twin or his disgust with himself would stop him.
He had his true friends that he still held dear, but then he also had the friends he started to keep just for their social status or their position to help him in furthering his own stance. The soft and delicate boy he truly was, was locked down to allow for someone stronger and harder to take his place.
At this point he learned to keep a cold and detached approach when it came it others. If they didn’t have any value to him or were able to serve a purpose, he saw no point in wasting his time. He wasn’t rude, just distant and curt. He learned to slip into the emotionless person everyone seemed to believe him to be, a mask, a form of armor rather than a weakness. It made it harder for him to let anyone else in behind his thick walls, but it was a security measure he took to protect himself.
Law enforcement was an obvious choice for his future, even if he didn’t want it. His family were all people of law, so he would be too, but it was his choice as to what he actually did in the department. Becoming an auror was perfect for him, a clash between his love of active magic and knowledge. It would also give him ample opportunity to gain attention and recognition. He worked hard in his latter years at Silhak to make sure that his test results were good enough to get into the auror program.
adulthood
After graduating at twenty, he went to Sejong to further his learning before going into the auror program. He spent his time there making connections and learning more about the world. His distaste for muggles was furthered the more he learned of their history and their current events, only solidifying his respect and support of the cult. He didn’t think muggles should all die, but he saw them as unworthy of the power they hold.
He attended social events and made connections with people of importance to try and further his chances of being chosen as heir. Minjoon showed off the face of a poised and elegant young man in public who was very capable. He was always careful of his image, and of what he said.
After studying at Sejong for three years, he went into the auror program to start his training. He both loved and hated being an auror. Sometimes the work was so frustrating, enough to keep him up without sleep, but he was passionate about it and the satisfaction of closing a case was enough to pay back all of his hard work. He’s only been an auror for about a year and a half after his training, but he’s doing pretty well for himself. The pressure for greatness is always there, but Minjoon takes the challenge as just another obstacle to becoming heir. He wants to see himself rise up in power, as well as live up to his family name.
Competing against his own twin brother has weighed down on him heavily, but Minjoon won’t allow himself to feel any kind of weakness. Being pitted against the person you came into the world with was never going to be easy, and he sometimes wishes he could have a normal relationship with his twin. He blames his family for what has become of him and his brother, but it’s also his fault. He could have just conceded and allowed his twin the be the heir if he truly wanted peace between them, but his lust for power and his drive to right the world has made that impossible.
He always wants to be better in every way, and any kind of failure boils his blood. Minjoon has never been a particularly angry person, but losing to his brother seems to snap him into a fury. It’s so hard to resist doing anything sneaky to hinder his brother sometimes, and it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t slipped up a time or two, but Minjoon doesn’t want to win because he cheated. If, when, he beats his twin for heir, he wants to do it because he is truly the better choice. No one is more capable for holding that position with pride and elegance like him, at least in his mind.
The current situation going on is something of an annoyance to him. He hates the order and all their self righteousness as well as the growing violence from their side. He sees the order as a waste of time and the members of the organization are ignorant fools. His opinion on them he tries to keep civil in public, but he will never go so low as to pretend to understand or support them in anyway for any kind of gain. The death eaters on the other hand, he thinks are a very smart group of like minded individuals. Their opinions on blood purity and birthright can be a bit too extreme for his taste, but he does agree with them to some degree. He sees pure bloods as superior, but not to the point that half bloods and muggleborn should be treated differently. He takes pride in his blood status, but a person who is able to perform magic is worthy in his mind. He also doesn’t see them as evil people. Evil in his mind is saved for the wizards who kill innocent people or those who commit sinister acts. He believes that evil people can come from anywhere, whether that be within the death eaters, the order, or even the cult.
He supports the cult full heartedly because he truly believes in what they stand for. Wizards and witches should not be made to hide while muggles destroy the planet. What are they even hiding for? To protect the muggles? To protect themselves? What do they have to fear from non magical people? There is no reason in his mind why the world should be allowed to continue in this way. More than anything, he wants to be one of the helping forces to achieve this goal, hence why he’s so hell bent on becoming the heir.
The tension that is growing is worrying for him, but he thinks that it was bound to happen at some point. He sees war as inevitable at this point, whether it be now or twenty years from now. To resolve their differences peacefully would be much better in his mind, but it looks like it’s getting harder and harder for that to happen as time passes by. He doesn’t want to fight other wizards, it’s counter productive, but he will do what is necessary for what he believes in.
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the infamous lee minseol !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 23 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: lee family
occupation: restoration staff for the museum of magical arts
residence: gwishin-dong
wand: hemlock & mermaid hair (8″ & springy)
faction: cult of the moon
alignment: red right hand
organization: restoration staff for the museum of magical arts
silhak speciality: potions
sejong major: alchemy
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Minseol...
smells ink on paper, old books, mint, and green tea upon taking amortentia
sees a newspaper headline exposing a secret of hers when facing a boggart
conjures a panther when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
The Lee name has stretched back in South Korea for generations, famed from the days of Lee Soonshin and beyond. Wealth, intelligence, strategic competence, the knack to excel in times of war and duress - these characteristics are what the family is best known for. Having served on the Council since its inception, wielding ferocious magical strength and cold, calculating minds, it is little surprise that the Lee’s have made and maintained a name for themselves in wizarding and muggle worlds alike.
The fate of the line rests on the strength, intelligence, vigor, and ruthlessness of its heirs. This is a certainty, one that is pressed upon each generation. They are born and bred for greatness, and if they fail to live up to that expectation? Well, that simply isn’t an option. No true child of the Lee family would be so frail.
The manor in which they live, located in central Gwishingu, is palatial and cold, ornate and minimal. Marble for every floor, inlaid filigree details, metals and iron work, curtains that hang opulent and dark over high arched windows. The aesthetic is more museum than it is home, and it is into this cold perfection that the boys are born, squalling and screaming and strong. Two boys, healthy and vibrant. Two boys, perfect from day one.
Everything was going according to plan.
When a girl is born two years later, with wide dark eyes and very little fuss, there is happiness, sure. Look at the sister you will have, they tell the boys, isn’t she lovely? you must protect her. Because, of course, she should not be expected to protect herself. She should be lovely and quiet and sweet.
Minseol learns this very early. She is astute, clever, even unsettlingly intelligent from an early age. Her eyes are wide and dark and seem to see a shade more than one ever expects, an innate aptitude for piecing together patterns and insights and observations. She learns she must be sweet and soft. She learns she must be quiet and demure. She learns the cost for failing to be any of these things - she learns of harsh words and quick shot spells to ensure her silence, to render her a peaceful little doll to prop up at the table. She learns that strength and competition and intelligence are for her brothers.
In her mother she sees her own fate. Her father is not a kind man and their marriage was not one of love. Her mother suffers for this, from this - it is a fact not many see, but Minseol does. She learns she is not the only skilled actress in their family. She learns that a lifetime of this will wear her down to bones and breaking and bitterness.
She steels herself with the resolve of her ancestors.
Upon entering school, Minseol excels. Beyond that, Minseol is exceptional, though she hides this in the quiet of afternoons spent in the library, voracious reading that places her past her peers. She arms herself with knowledge and with insight and with strategy. It is easy to be overlooked, when she is quiet and she is small and she meets the minimal expectations of her parents. It helps that genetics have made her lovely, a beautiful slip of a thing that is so eagerly sought after. This takes precedence over her intelligence, as far as her parents are concerned.
And so in the quiet hours, in their ignorance and their disinterest, she becomes more.
In Sejong, she takes the passion and aptitude she possesses in transfiguration and charms and potions and pours them into alchemy. Cerebral, scientific, imaginative - the art is everything she dreams for herself. She is not the fragile pureblood princess her parents expect will pursue a degree with some casual and superfluous pleasantness to it, something perhaps like theory or literature or communications. Her parents find this to be an endearing oddity of hers - oh Minseol, she’s always been such a little book worm, so fond of potions. They coo this around her, to men who will become suitors one day, to assure them she is still available, and beautiful, and desirable. In her brothers, intelligence is a merit, competition is encouraged, they are praised and pushed towards each milestone and marker.
Minseol exceeds all expectations, Minseol succeeds in silence, on her own, without fanfare or fervor. There is only resentment to fuel her, and it makes her hungry, and strong, and ferocious.
She takes the job her parents find for her, a friend of a friend pointing out her talents in alchemy would be so well suited to the restoration of fine arts in the Museum. Child’s play, for talent like hers. It makes her sick with boredom, but Minseol has her sights set other places. While she allows her family, her social sphere to herald her as the pureblooded princess of the Moon Cult, the ideal companion, the ultimate in vessels for the next generation (the thought makes her sick), she pursues her own interests in the quiet spaces between their intermittent attentions, as she always has.
It began when she returned from studying abroad at the Egyptian Centre for Alchemical Studies. A beautiful young man had been taken with her, and she with him, drawn to his impassioned praise of the Death Eaters, had found herself stunningly and suddenly enamored with the idea that pureness of blood alone was not all it took, but merit and dedication and strength. Returning to Seoul, she affiliated herself with them, at all of twenty years old, wide eyed and bright. It was in small ways at first, and she still has not taken the mark. At first they kept her out of the eye of the others, used her as a conduit for information. Her outward affiliation to the Cult was, after all, something that needed to be protected.
Eventually, it became clear that even the highest members of the Cult would fall prey to a pretty face - particularly that of their own decadent princess, and her usefulness was extolled to high order.
This is the line she straddles now - desperate to create a world in which she is not overlooked, a world in which she is not set aside for the inferior beings that are her brothers, a world in which might and power and prestige truly are connected, and of course, this would mean the purity of blood, the strength of magic as well must be accounted for.
Minseol is fire and steel and silk, hellbent on remaking the world in her own image, for her own purposes.
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the infamous park raeyoon !
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Here’s what our columnist found out about this 27 year old...
blood status: pureblood
lineage: werewolf
occupation: office worker for accidents and catastrophes
residence: mudang-ri
wand: dragon heartstring & dogwood
faction: order of the phoenix (was a death eater, still has the mark)
alignment: blood traitor
organization: editor for the augury
silhak speciality: active magic
sejong major: business and commerce
— EXCLUSIVE INFORMATION!
Inside resources have said Raeyoon...
smells jasmine, petrichor and citrus upon taking amortentia
sees a full moon when facing a boggart
conjures a raven when performing expecto patronus.
— HISTORY EXPOSED!
prologue –
the house raeyoon grew up in was lonely, his parents perpetually busy, with dark sentiments cluttering the corners of his upbringing. both of them were death eaters, ardent supporters of the cause that had migrated to korea. the park family could trace their name back generation after generation, with strong influence in the economic sector of wizarding seoul. raeyoon was a necessity, they needed a child to continue their legacy, to bring up in their cause. well connected and powerful as they may have been, they decidedly lacked in empathy. not that raeyoon ever really wanted for much, but the absence was felt briefly before it was normalized. this was the stage that his life played out over, hands twisting at ropes to send the curtains cascading down when his parents wanted to hide secrets from view. death eaters and ploys to push themselves further into the government, to bind their cause to the cult of the moon’s. this was also the stage where, eventually, raeyoon was forced to take his final bow to humanity.
part one –
from the day he could manage cognitive processing, raeyoon’s parents took it upon themselves to preach their ideology. it was like this that he grew up with thoughts of purity, and how it was apparently inseparable from magic. how those who came from muggle homes were tearing apart their world brick by brick until nothing but the muggles’ own polluted mess lay in their wake. wizarding seoul, apparently, was no place for those connected to muggles. it was a large story to feed to a boy so young, but he grew up on such convoluted stories like fairy tales, and it turned him into a believer of this discriminatory form of magic. for his compliance, he was given toys and trinkets, and eventually a sibling. at the time, it had felt exciting ( though he learned later that the sibling had been a backup plan. probably for the best, considering they needed one by the time raeyoon was ripping his pre-constructed worldview apart at the seams ).
part two –
raeyoon found friends in the children of other death eaters, and they banded into a clique that roamed the halls of silhak causing more trouble than they probably should have. an elitist mind paired poorly with compassion, and it led to less than cordial interactions with those around him. he was crass, and egotistical, a bullet headed straight for the intended target his parents had aimed him at, looking to find a home in the midst of death eaters. before he started his secondary schooling at sejong, he was officially inducted. the dark mark branded to the inside of his arm, an indicator of his loyalty, a beacon to the calling of their cause. raeyoon continued toward his intended goal in a rigidly cruel line. until he went astray. funny how that has a tendency of happening. it started in sejong, along with his interest in writing. he couldn’t actively take journalism as his major, his parents would have prohibited it. but he took a few classes on the side ( after all, he had the money to spare ).
it was within these classes that raeyoon started picking up friends that he shouldn’t have. or, that his parents would have deemed to be below him. but they shared the same interest, and they could fall into long-winded conversations about writing, current issues, and the political scene. word by word and raeyoon’s blinders eventually got lifted, to the point that he could see things in a more multifaceted view. it wasn’t instantaneous, and his beliefs that had been molded by the death eaters didn’t shatter, but it was the start. writing assignments that forced him to expand his views helped. and then there was hyewon, too. raeyoon met her at an art exhibit, the love of his ( or so he says ) life. she didn’t fix him, with his piles of problems and the pessimistic lens he viewed the world through. they weren’t perfect, with hours of arguments and plates broken against walls. but god, he loved her. she helped him though, in bits and pieces. through fights and screamed out sentiments, helped him to figure out that perhaps he didn’t agree fully with the death eaters after all. perhaps that wasn’t supposed to be his place in life. perhaps it wasn’t supposed to be hers either, when her life was stolen from her in a hate crime from what had been branded as rogue death eaters, but raeyoon’s always been entirely sure his family was connected to the attack. the engagement ring he’d been planning to give her feels like nothing more than lead in his pocket.
part three –
depression and alcohol make for a dangerous cocktail. the type that loosens inhibitions in a way that erases the fear of death. the attack on his girlfriend lead raeyoon to reckless behavior spurred on by anger, by the perceived injustice of it all. so he started making things difficult for his parents in turn, and eventually leaked a document that showed a trail of embezzlement from one of the government sectors to a private death eater fund. But then, the death eaters on the inside managed to quash it before it picked up steam. but his parents knew it was him. raeyoon was twenty-five years old and close to breaking when they devised their retaliation, to grind down the remainder of his spirit. they wouldn’t call it a retaliation though, they never would. it was always veiled. helping him to see his own shortcomings, maybe. or teaching him that filial commitment is above all others.
there are all kinds of people in the death eaters. unsavory, selfish, vindictive. it wasn’t all that surprising that they eventually found someone to aid them in re-teaching raeyoon the values of the park family. his lesson was received in the form of a bite from a werewolf, a pseudo-punishment that made him one step down from pure blooded in the eyes of the truly devout ( even if his blood wasn’t technically marred ). something that they believed could destroy him socially, professionally if they let the word out. something that was paired with gaslighting as they helped him work through two full moon cycles in a locked room that left him bloody and questioning his own sanity. eventually, raeyoon learned to play his part, but it was just that, all an act fit for the violent stage they’d constructed for him.
epilogue –
whether he left on his own or they wanted him out of the house, raeyoon still doesn’t know. but he left. he took with him a paltry stipend from a trust fund he knew he was never going to see in full, more for appearances than anything. he also took veiled threats, pointed pressure to ensure he knew he needed to continue to turn up to death eater functions, meetings. to continually be a part of them. he also took a promise he all but knew to be false, that if he kept from backsliding again, that maybe they could return to before ( though what before refers to is completely lost on him ). he knows that the estate is going to his younger sibling, but he’s long since stopped caring. he hasn’t broken his forced promise, he still is a part of the death eaters. but he’s been busy trading information on the side. what was supposed to break raeyoon infuriated him, and it drove him to creating the augury, an outlet to start a revolution. the dream is painted over in pessimism and doubt, but he continues on anyway. joined the order and keeps an inside eye on the death eaters. his life is chaotic, and miserable. he’s plagued by regrets and memories that take the form of ghosts. but what else is there to take from a man who’s been robbed of everything? so he writes, in hopes that one day the kingdom will come toppling down.
appendix –
1A drinks taken to try and fix a broken man: wolfsbane potion
1B drinks taken to try and kill a broken man: firewhiskey
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