And though where the road then takes me I cannot tell.

Intro to Merrick

❝  they say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite ❞

that’s actually MERRICK ‘MERRY’ JUGSON. he is a 21 year old PUREBLOOD wizard/werewolf who is A BARTENDER AT THE HOG’S HEAD / ILLEGAL INDEPENDENT OBLIVIATOR. he is a RAVENCLAW alum and the child of MAGNUS MULCIBER and ALITHEA MULCIBER NÉE JUGSON adopted child of MIDAS JUGSON and ORIANA JUGSON NÉE GIBBON. he is known for being CYNICAL, RECKLESS, FAITHLESS, VENGEFUL, and AMORAL but also RESOURCEFUL, INNOVATIVE, ADAPTABLE, HARDWORKING, and CLEVER, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song BAD MOON RISING BY MOURNING RITUAL and WASTED POTENTIAL, A FAMILY FULL OF SECRETS, BEING WRACKED WITH INNER TURMOIL, STRUGGLING TO STAY AFLOAT, and A LIFE BUILT ON OTHER PEOPLE’S MEMORIES. i hear he is aligned with NO ONE, so be sure to keep an eye on him. 

Trigger Warnings: child abandoment, chronic illness, death, murder, violence, violence against a child, poverty 

Another Random Assortment of Sentence Starters

“Where are we going?!”

“Admit it, we’re lost.” 

“Y-you shot me!” 

“W-why…?” 

“Please don’t drink that.” 

“Uh, you’re not going to curse me, are you?” 

“I think I’ve been cursed…” 

“I don’t feel so good.” 

“You’re going to drink yourself into an early grave, you know that?” 

“Why does everyone think I’m the bad guy?”

“Its the hair, isn’t it?” 

“Don’t shoot! I’m unarmed!” 

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“It’s just a scratch.” 

“Have you been feeding the neighborhood strays again?” 

“Do you have a scrambler I can borrow?” 

“Woah, has that always been there?” 

“So, uh, I seemed to have developed magical powers overnight…?” 

“Someone broke into my house last night!” 

“Aren’t those my clothes?” 

“I’d like my sweater back at some point.” 

“Not that I’m complaining, but how did you get into my bedroom?” 

“Do NOT put that on the kitchen table!” 

“You don’t know where that has been!” 

“I am starving!” 

“What’d you do to get locked up as well?” 

“I don’t think that’s supposed to be moving…” 

“Stop flickering the lights- you’re not scaring anyone.” 

“Um… that wasn’t me…” 

“Do you want frozen pizza or ordered pizza tonight?” 

“How do you even stand that?” 

“Insult me one more time, and you’ll learn why no one fucks with me.” 

“Hey, so, I found this wallet with your name in it…” 

“Give that back!” 

“You’re nothing more than a conniving little weasel.” 

“Why don’t you fight someone your own size?” 

Intro to Cressida

❝  watch your tongue around her. she will bear her fangs and tear you apart with all the grace of a queen ❞

that’s CRESSIDA RAYNE-KARKAROFF. she is a 30 year old HALF-BLOOD witch who is PSYCHIATRIC HEALER. she is known for being RUTHLESS, MANIPULATIVE, PROUD, STRONG-WILLED, and CALLOUS but also AMBITIOUS, PERCEPTIVE, INTUITIVE, DRIVEN, and INTELLIGENT, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song WHITE FLAG BY BISHOP BRIGGS and  A SILVER TONGUE READY TO CURSE, LATE NIGHTS PLAYING CHESS, WOMEN RULING THE WORLD, SOMETHING TO PROVE, RED LIPSTICK and LEATHER JACKETS. i hear she is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

Trigger Warnings: death, murder, car accident

Where: St. Mungos Who: Lorcan and Luna @thirdwars​

Hearing a noise from the hospital bed below Lorcan looked down to see his mum waking up, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips. Of course he knew she was simply sleeping, getting the rest she needed, but that knowledge was of little comfort. Only seeing her wake could quell some of the negative voices in his head. There were some things no amount of positivity could conquer, and hearing both your parents had been attacked was certainly one of them. 

Whilst his mother slept Lorcan had need to distract himself, which is when he had recalled some muggle invention he’d seen before. Lorcan may have been adopted, but there was no doubt whose son he was. He shared so much with his parents. Lorcan’s gift for languages was something he shared with his father who helped teach Lorcan some of the languages he knew. With his mother it was astrology. Late nights spent under the stars with vegan hot chocolate and Lorcan listening to everything Luna taught him; his fascination keeping him from getting distracted - from the stars at least, his hot chocolate often went cold. 

“I tried to recreate some constellations,” He spoke, climbing down from the chair he had been standing on. On the ceiling and walls were hundreds of glow in the dark stars. “They were easier to sneak in then one of our animal friends.”

Cassiopeia had taken to lounging on the counter in the silence preceding Lorcan’s entrance. Adam, by and large, was having to wait for a potion to finish brewing for the next few hours and was spending the time reading a book. When he heard the door open, it drew his gaze. Looking down at the images, he barely resists a smile, cocking his head as his eyes flicker over them.

As he listens, his brows draw together, taking a moment he slides the first image over to look at the next, “I’m not an expert,” he notes, adjusting to look towards the other without ever meeting his gaze. His hands fall to his sides as he nods, “I could certainly help. They tend to be cautious and suspicious by nature, but on some occasions I’ve managed to get relatively close to them. We’ll likely have to head towards muggle areas.” Perhaps it was in some way telling, that he knew those areas so well. He is fairly certain he wouldn’t have to worry with Lorcan, but he knew he might have to play it off carefully.

A large grin spread across Lorcan’s face as Adam spoke, it wasn’t the most enthusiastic yes in the world, but it was far from a no. Lorcan had actually been worried that the other would have said no. Sure Lorcan could have found someone else, but he preferred working with other people that were just as passionate as he was. Adam had never expressed such a passion to Lorcan, but why take in strays unless you were. That’s at least how Lorcan saw it - never the logic behind an action only the emotion. 

“You sound like just the kind of expert I need. You have experience with them, you clearly know the area. Just the kind of knowledge I need. And, if you don’t mind, we already have the first two stars of my project.” Lorcan commented, gesturing to the photos on the counter. “That was a yes though...?” Lorcan confirmed, fidgeting from excitement. This is perhaps why he had been so successful in his career, it wasn’t a job to him. Lorcan just kept doing something he loved, and somehow kept making money from it. 

where: florean fortescue’s ice cream parlour who: flo & jimmy sprinkled with mundungus 

Despite there being a place to live over the ice cream parlour the Fortescue-Wood family home was located elsewhere, which was understandable considering it was a family of six (including Granny Fortescue) and the flat only had one bedroom. Flo hadn’t even been out of school for a month before they moved in. It wasn’t that Flo wanted to be away from their family, they just wanted to fully commit to the shop, not that the independence that came with living alone hadn’t appealed to them. 

One of the perks of living above the shop was that the moment the security charm Flo had placed on the store went off they were downstairs in seconds. They hadn’t been sure what to expect, but an aging man sampling the different ice cream flavours wasn’t it. Honestly, Flo was impressed they managing to break in at all. Deciding it may be best to hold off calling the authorities Flo managed to get a name off the old man and sent an owl with a short letter addressed too ‘Jimmy, the son of the man who has broken into my ice cream parlour.’ With nothing to do but wait Flo served themself some ice cream too, keeping an eye on the old man. “Tell me what you think of that flavour, I’m not sure about it yet and I don’t name them until I’m sure. I was playing around with twice the ice, like twice as nice. It’s got Ice Mice in it and it’s ice cream…no, maybe not.”

To say Jimmy and Mundungus Fletcher had an interesting relationship, would be an understanding. What had started as desperate idolization in childhood, had now grown in something that he could only describe as exasperation. It was tiring to have to go through the same motions time and time again. Pick up Mundungus when he’d pissed off an old customer, pick up Mundungus when he’d decided to drink himself half to death once again, find Mundungus in a corner of Knockturn Alley, resembling a pile of clothes and nothing more. Even at a young age, Jimmy had struggled with the concept that Mundungus was his parent, when the roles of parent and child had so often been reversed. 

In truth, he just wished his parent would retire. He wished that he’d apologise to him.

So when he had received the owl from Flo Fortescue, he’d abandoned his computer ( he wasn’t asleep, of course he wasn’t ) and apparated to Diagon Alley, bristling exasperatedly. Jimmy entered the ice cream shop while simultaneously pulling down his hood. He was rather surprised to see the pair sitting side by side. “Really, Dung?” He kicked Mundungus’ foot, forcing him to look up. “Stealing from small businesses now? What’d you take this time, to make you think this was a good fucking idea?” Jimmy let his gaze travel to the Flo, then, his expression softening. “I’m sorry about him.” How often was he going to have to say that? “Did he do any damage?” 

Flo busied herself with her ice cream, suddenly very focused on eating it as the son named Jimmy spoke to his father with the unfortunate nickname. They actually had to force down the snigger upon hearing the word ‘dung’. Flo had been rather entertained by a drunk ‘Dung’ as they waited, but could understand how he probably wasn’t the best father - Flo had actually been rather lucky in that department. They couldn’t help but wonder how times he had said sorry before on behalf of his father. 

“Nothing a little magic won’t fix,” they answered honestly. “They set off the alarm so I caught him pretty quickly. Honestly, I’m pretty sure it was just the ice cream they wanted.” Flo wasn’t trying to excuse the behaviour, but breaking in because of an ice cream craving was better than any alternative... right? “Hope it’s alright that I contacted you, it was the only name he gave me. Did you want some ice cream? Only seems fair as he got some...” Flo decided not to add that as Mundungus has been eating from it as well that they’d have to get rid of it anyway for health and safety reasons.

INTRO TO FLO

❝  without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos ❞

that’s FLO FORTESCUE-WOOD. they are a 25 year old HALF-BLOOD wix who is THE MANAGER AT FLOREAN FORTESCUE’S ICE CREAM PALOUR. they are known for being ARGUMENTATIVE, RECKLESS, OPINIONATED, IMPULSIVE, and STRONG-WILLED but also CREATIVE, GENUINE, OPEN-MINDED, ADVENTUROUS, and PASSIONATE, so that must be why they always remind me of the song WHERE WE COME ALIVE BY RUELLE and SCRAPS OF PAPER WITH NEW ICE CREAM FLAVOURS ON, FONT OF QUIDDITCH KNOWLEDGE, TOUSLED HAIR, RAIDING THRIFT STORES, IT’S A PUNDERFUL LIFE, FOOT IN MOUTH SYNDROME. i hear they are aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on them.

Trigger Warnings: injury, head injury, murder, accident

Where: Adam’s Potion Shop Who: Lorcan & Adam @adamgoddamnedstewart​

Entering the shop Lorcan made a beeline for Adam at the counter. It may have surprised those who didn’t know the young Scamander that he didn’t get distracted by all the potions and ingredients - but anyone who knew him well knew Lorcan wouldn’t get distracted by something that didn’t interest him. That was the reason he came into the potion’s shop the first time, it was for the best others made them for him as Lorcan simply lacked the focus for potion making. The last time Lorcan had entered the shop though he had gotten distracted... by the cats who called the shop their home. A simply errand turned into an hour long impromptu photoshoot and play session. 

It was these photos he placed on the counter in front of the other wizard. “I need your help,” Lorcan stated, not even bothering to reintroduce himself. The photos had given him an inspiration for a new photo series. The war had meant that Lorcan had been looking for more projects to keep him close to home. It wasn’t something that came natural to Lorcan who had always simply followed his urge to travel and pursued any ideas that came to mind. It’s perhaps why this had made him so excited. “You said your cats were strays, do you know more strays? I want to photograph them all. And not just cats. I want it to be a whole series on abandoned, and homeless animals. And you’ll be my expert... please.”  

INTRO TO LORCAN

❝  not all those who wander are lost ❞

that’s LORCAN SCAMANDER, he is a 22 year old UNKNOWN BLOOD STATUS wizard who is A WILDLIFE PHOTOGRAPHER. he is known for being IMPULSIVE, DISTRACABLE, DISORDERLY, FANCIFUL, and ABSENTMINDED but also EMPATHETIC, IDEALISTIC, INNOVATIVE, EBULLIENT, and ADVENTUROUS, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song SHINE BY EMELI SANDÉ and THE CONSTANT CLICK OF A CAMERA SHUTTER, HEAD IN THE CLOUDS, A NEW FAVOURITE ANIMAL EVERY WEEK, WANDERLUST, HUMAN FOOTPRINTS TURNING TO PAWPRINTS, AND MARCHING TO THE BEAT OF THEIR OWN DRUM. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him. 

Trigger Warnings: child abandonment