phoenix circus apartments

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The following characters have been inactive and, as a result, have 48 hours to either pick up activity or request a hiatus:

Avery Pucey - @puceysavery

Lia Avery - @liaavery

Sami Shafiq - @samishafiq

Lily Luna Potter - @lilivmcandidvm

Harlow Laurey - @harlowlaurey

Will York - @willyork

Teddy Lupin - @tloopin

Dominique Weasley - @dweesley

It’s officially event day! Feel free to begin posting starters and using the tag  cheekynandos:event01. If you need a refresher about the event, please check out this post. And if you want a list of the apartments participating and their theme, please refer to this post. If you have not sent your theme to the main, I ask that you do so by tonight!

Below the cut is a list of the apartments/occupants participating in the next event and their chosen theme. If you want to be added, please send a message to the main; I just ask that you let me know by Wednesday, March 18th.

DECORATED DOORS WIDE OPEN:

Drum roll please for the first event of Phoenix Circus. Details about the event will be under the cut, providing an idea of the environment and what players will be expected to contribute. For starters, the event will begin Thursday, March 19th. ( The end date is still unofficial, but tentatively set for the 30th. ) I ask that everyone please like or respond to this post to let me know that you’ve seen it. If you are able to participate, I ask that you please inform me of your theme ( you’ll learn about that below ) by Wednesday, March 18th.

Now, who’s ready for some shenanigans? Events were always good for that, right?

The following characters have been inactive and, as a result, have 48 hours to either pick up activity or request a hiatus:

Aidan Higgs - @aidanhxggs​

Albus Severus Potter - @axpotter​

Cora Lestrange - @coralestrange​

Sami Shafiq - @samishafiq

Dominique Weasley - @dweesley

Teddy Lupin - @tloopin

Will York - @willyork

look who just moved into APARTMENT 1C! is that RHYS WARD? no, that’s definitely AIDAN HIGGS! rumour has it the TWENTY FIVE year old is a PUREBLOOD and used to be a SLYTHERIN student but now HE spends their time as an AUROR-IN-TRAINING. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re PATIENT and STEADFAST, despite being WITHDRAWN and SECRETIVE. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

radio static, a broken mirror and bloody knuckles, a grand piano falling out of tune, a still lake with a riptide just below the surface, bruised knuckles loosely bandaged, ringed stains on a wooden table, a hole cut in a chain link fence, tall waves breaking over a lighthouse, dilapidated signs marking an overgrown path, crumpled half-empty pack of cigarettes, rain flowing through a storm drain, papers spread over the floor, broken strings on a violin, a single light in the window, words wrapped in barbed wire

ADDICTION TW, DRUG TW, HATE TW: Toward the end of his career at Hogwarts, Aidan began to fall in with the wrong crowd. Any time not dedicated to studying was spent with Xander and his cronies, drinking, doing any drugs they could get their hands on, and talking. Those hours under the influence lured Aidan into their thoughts and ideologies, the feelings of freedom intricately bound to the hate that spilled out of all their mouths. In his sober moments, Aidan grew progressively angrier, fighting with his parents, his teachers, anyone that dared look at him the wrong way. Once he had passed his NEWTs with flying colours, any societal expectations binding him fell away. Why did he need to listen to authority? He could work with his friends to create a new world where they would have the power. Safe at Hogwarts, the hiding out in Hogsmeade, Aidan moved with the flow of the group, carried along on a new path. He shunned his family, his passions, the person he had been for the first 17 years of his life and walked away from it all, embracing the drugs, the hate, and the increasingly conditional acceptance of his group. It took less than six months for Aidan to realize that he had made a huge mistake, a sober realization that shook him to the core. The reality of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send everything to a grinding halt and send Aidan scrambling for a way out—any way out. Turning in Xander to the Auror Office was the key that freed him from the cage, and the second he was out he ran without looking back. The damage had already been done; he wasn’t blind to the rumours that flew about him and was sure that they had reached his family. There was no going back; there was no way they would want him now. Sober, Aidan set off to travel, eventually landing back in Phoenix Circus to start anew.

Growing up in a musical house, it was impossible not to fall in love with music. Piano was his first instrument, and Aidan soon added guitar, bass, saxophone, and cello to the list. Still, it was rock that truly spoke to him, muggle music from decades past worming its way into his soul and taking root there. At Hogwarts, Aidan started his own radio show, Lumos, playing music to any students listening and taking dedications from the few that reached out. It would have been the perfect career, but Aidan knew now there was no way he ever could have become a public figure. After turning in Xander and his old friends, Aidan had remained in occasional contact with the Aurors who had helped him, occasionally lending his thoughts on cases. The cases took up space in his mind, pushing out the memories of all he had seen and all he had lost, and Aidan loved it. That was what had drawn him to apply to the DMLE, but it was still beyond him a year later why it was his application that had gotten pulled into the pool for Auror Training. Yes, he had the NEWTs and the drive for it, but his past… Then again, maybe it was that that set him apart, the intimate knowledge. Either way, Aidan was grateful for the opportunity to right the wrongs of his past and swore not to waste it.

Ironically, considering the views of his former friends and the views that Aidan himself had once paid lip service to, these days he almost feels more comfortable in muggle spaces. There’s no baggage there, no chance of him being recognized, no whispers following him. He holds a membership at a muggle boxing gym, frequents a nearby muggle coffeeshop, and even performs on occasion at a bar with open mic nights. He’s become quite the regular there, his songs receiving standing ovations. Those songs are his outlet, his feelings poured out over pages. With few friends and no family to speak of, the pages of his songs have seen his innermost thoughts, both good and bad. Sometimes, after a set, he finds himself looking through the crowd, desperately wishing his family were there to see it. It’s the one and only time in his life he’s ever been certain that they would be proud of him.

It’s been so long since the last time he saw Anna (and she was so young) that Aidan isn’t even sure he would recognize his baby sister if he saw her. Unbeknownst to him, she lives right above him and he’s almost certainly seen her before. He didn’t recognize her.

The last words he exchanged with his parents were a massive fight. They had been fighting more in the past few months, but in that last fight, Aidan had said things he knew he couldn’t take back ever. The only soundtrack to packing his things were his mother’s muffled sobs. He didn’t say goodbye to Anna.

look who just moved into APARTMENT 3C! is that CHARLIE ROWE? no, that’s definitely ALBUS SEVERUS (AND TOM) POTTER! rumour has it the TWENTY year old is a HALFBLOOD and used to be a GRYFFINDOR student but now HE spends their time as a CURSE-BREAKER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re HUMOUROUS and CHARMING, despite being SARCASTIC and ARROGANT. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

a broomstick gathering dust in the corner, a trunk with a false bottom, a long dead woman’s eyes come back to life, a handful of sparklers all lit at once, a bonfire raging on a rocky beach, a stack of well read books holding up a sagging mattress, gold coins rattling in a pocket, boots beating off cobblestone streets, messy writing scrawled over pages, cobwebs in a doorway that hasn’t seen sunlight in a century, overgrown foilage, worn down hardwood floor, a wood-stove burning in the corner, antique lightbulbs with long twisted filaments

Despite his love of quidditch in school and his role on the Gryffindor quidditch team as a beater alongside his brother, professional sports had never been in Al’s sight. From a young age, Al had been captivated by his Uncle Bill’s stories of his time as a curse-breaker, travelling to faraway lands and returning with ancient treasure. The older he got, the more reality set in, but even the honest truth of the job couldn’t take the shine off of his dream. Upon graduating from Hogwarts, Al took a position with Gringotts in Italy, travelling the country exploring magical historical sites. He popped back to London as often as possible, eventually taking up residence in Phoenix Circle with James, even though he wasn’t physically there most of the time. His promotion to working full time at Gringott’s HQ wasn’t unexpected, but Al wasn’t sure what to expect of his full time relocation to London. After a month in Phoenix Circus, Al had a feeling he would be there for the long haul.

Al has always been hard to pin down exactly, full of contradictions as long as anyone could remember. A chronic class skipper for every subject but one, Al still managed to excel in many subjects and faithfully attended every single one of Professor Binns’ lectures, achieving NEWTs in History of Magic, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions. His position as a prefect never stopped him from carrying on his uncles’ legacy as resident Gryffindor prankster, pranks masterfully executed with no provable trace of the prankster. His pranks continued, ever subtler, as he left Hogwarts and to this day, Al is still proud of the occasional subtle pranks he’s managed to pull off around the apartment complex, from covering doors in post it notes and filling rooms with balloons to enchanting doorknobs with magical ink to dye the hands of anyone who touched it.

In his free time, Al likes to cook. It was a habit he picked up in Italy, learning to make pasta from scratch from his neighbours and generally developing his cooking skills. Although fresh pasta is his usual go-to dish, he likes to switch it up, trying strange and wonderful new recipes. A muggle ice cream machine that Al is determined to charm into something truly wonderful is his newest kitchen addition, feeding into a decade old obsession with ice cream.

Albus owns a pet ferret. Back when he first started school, it was debatable whether or not he was going to be allowed to bring Tom to Hogwarts but no one said anything so Al just hopped on the train with Tom and was like too late to get rid of us now suckers. So Tom got to come to Hogwarts and they all lived happily ever after. They were a package deal; there was no other option. A few quick notes about Tom. First, Tom is an asshole. He and Al have this thing going on where the pet vaguely resembles the owner, if you squint hard. But you can definitely see it in the personalities. Tom is a kind of dick, he likes to cause trouble, and he used to occasionally bite people. Al, in his school days, was also a dick, who liked to cause trouble. Unlike Tom, he doesn’t bite people, though there was this one time goofing off with his James that ended in Al biting him. They don’t talk about that time. Ever. Al has a  penchant for awful names, including a potted fern named [], it often comes as a surprise when people hear the ferret’s name and it’s something as simple as Tom. Joke’s on them, because Tom is in fact the simple nickname, much like Al is the simple nickname for Albus Severus. In actual fact, Albus’s ferret’s name is Sir Grand Supreme Mugwump Sorcerer Thomas de Mimsy Porkrinds Potter. Affectionately known as Tom. When later questioned by his mother on what had possessed him to give the poor tiny creature such an awful name, Al refused to reply, only muttering “still better than my name”. Currently, Tom wanders free range through the apartment building, no matter how many escape routes out of Apartment 3C that Al has barricaded. Since he always comes back, Al mostly just lets it be. Using his debonair looks, Tom cons many meals per day out of PCA’s unsuspecting inhabitants, unbeknownst to his owner, and is surely on track to becoming a chonker ferret.

look who just moved into 4C! is that ANYA CHALOTRA? no, that’s definitely AVERY PUCEY! rumour has it the NINETEEN year old is a PUREBLOOD and used to be a SLYTHERIN student but now SHE/HER spends their time as a EXPERIMENTAL CHARMS ASSISTANT. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re LOYAL and RESOURCEFUL, despite being STUBBORN and IMPATIENT. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

an heirloom, goblin made silver locket, hung near-permanently around a neck with an initial engraved ; soft dark curls spilling over shoulders, never a hair out of place ; clicking high heels that disguise her small stature ; scribbled notes on parchment about spells that don’t exist yet ; a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes and hides turmoil underneath

avery pucey is the second child to parents from a somewhat traditional pureblood family. since the end of the last war, her parents, pansy and adrian pucey, have tried to adapt with the times rather than clinging to the past, but their prejudices were not entirely forgotten, and some of that was certainly passed on to a young avery. her brother xander had it worse, though - their uncle, who could not let go of the past  spent their lives influencing him, teaching him all kinds of horrible things. xander started trying to find other like-minded people at hogwarts - there were still some like them, with pureblood families who couldn’t forget what they once had. it was almost no wonder that, when avery was fifteen, her brother was arrested for using the cruciatus curse on a muggleborn, and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. the incident changed avery’s view on a lot of things, and made it clear to her that some of those prejudices she’d been raised with were damaging, as well as untrue. she still visits her brother in prison as regularly as she’s allowed. her uncle was also arrested not long after for similar crimes, and avery has never visited him once. to those who don’t know her well, they may hear the pucey name, and wonder if she has more in common with her infamous family members than she actually does.

these days avery is living in a shared apartment in phoenix circus. her parents live not so far away, in a far more expensive part of london, and she could’ve easily stayed living there with them, but what nineteen year old wants to live with her parents? she’s trying to branch out and be her own person, instead of living forever in her family’s shadow. she’s even got a job even though the pucey family fortune could easily support her forever. she’s always been a charms prodigy, and was offered a position working on experimental charms for the ministry based on her exceptional N.E.W.T. scores. already she’s realising she prefers having her own income to relying on her family for everything, even if she isn’t quite entirely independent.

avery has a strong need to be perfect at everything she does - it’s a bit of a mixed bag, really. half the time it’s helpful - it pushes her to try harder, to work on things for longer instead of giving up when things get difficult. but like a lot of things, it can be a double-edged sword. sometimes it makes her pedantic, infuriating even, unable to let go of things even when they’re a lost cause. she puts a lot of pressure on herself to look perfect, to have everything in place, and never show that she’s anything less, even when she probably shouldn’t.

look who just moved into 2E! is that SUMMER BISHIL? no, that’s definitely HARLOW LAUREY! rumour has it the TWENTY-SIX year old is a MUGGLEBORN and used to be a GRYFFINDOR student but now SHE spends their time as a BARTENDER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re OUTGOING and GENUINE, despite being BLUNT and SUSPICIOUS. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

crystals just for the look of them, worn boots and chipped nail polish, the sound of shot glasses being stacked and flipped and slid across the bar. A chorus of chuckles in triplicate, and the silence of two people alone and not speaking. Flecks of paint and charcoal on fingers, the sound a brush makes against a clean canvas. Bitter alcohol and an even more bitter girl hiding behind fake smiles and loud laughs

DEATH TW:  Harlow is the last in a set of triplets. She’s also the only girl, after her two brothers, Holden and Harris. All muggleborn, the arrival of an owl carrying three letters to their kitchen window was only the first in a series of big life changes for the siblings. During their fourth year, Harris became ill. He spent a week in the hospital wing before their parents came, and those Holden and Harlow were left behind, Harris went home with them. By the following summer, the cancer had taken one-third of their trio.

Things were different for Harlow after losing one of her brothers, because the reality was that she hadn’t lost just one. In a way, she lost them both. Holden retreated into himself in the aftermath, spending the summer and following year at school mostly by himself. Being in separate houses made it hard for Harlow to keep up with her brother if he didn’t want to be found and by the time their sixth year rolled around, their relationship was forever changed.

After Hogwarts, there was no chance that Harlow was going to stay at their family home for long. She packed up almost immediately and began traveling. She spent years traversing different countries, backpacking and taking up odd jobs to stay afloat. Coming back to England was less a desire and more a necessity, however; Holden had gotten himself into a jam with money their parents couldn’t help him out of.

The pair move into Phoenix Circus because it’s cheap, because it’s quirky enough that Harlow doesn’t mind having to share space with her brother again, and because its within walking distance of the first bar that offers her a job — Spirits. She enjoys the aesthetic of the place, even if it wouldn’t have been her first choice, just glad for a way to make enough money to keep them afloat while her brother works off his debts.

When she’s not working at Spirits, you’ll find Harlow in front of a canvas. She has no aspirations to be an artist, but anyone who knows her or sees her works knows she absolutely has the talent. Landscapes and still-lifes and portraits sit in stacks against the wall of her bedroom and she’s almost always got paint splatters on her jeans or t-shirts, but she doesn’t often talk about it. Not unless she really, really trusts you.

look who just moved into APARTMENT 4A! is that ASLIHAN MALBORA? no, that’s definitely JACQUELINE YILMAZ! rumour has it the TWENTY FOUR year old is a MUGGLEBORN and used to be a RAVENCLAW student but now SHE/HER spends their time as a HEALER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re KIND-HEARTED and GIVING, despite being A PUSHOVER and ANXIOUS. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

the color baby pink covering everything, hands wringing behind your back, a gentle hand soothing hair back, the word “no” spoken shakily, the i’s of words being dotted with hearts, sex on the beach–the cocktail, a bird being freed from its cage, a pure white sweater covered in tiny red hearts, makeup impeccably done, smile lines at a young age, the scent of vanilla and lavender

Jacqueline spent a good chunk of her life as an only child to a relative comfortable muggle family. Her mother used to comment that she was a remarkably easy pregnancy, easy birth, and an easy kid. She never cried, never complained, and it was often said that she woke up smiling every morning. She was the kid asking her mother if she could help with the groceries, with the housework, with her parent’s failing marriage. Even as a child, she became a little therapist for her mother and father, making them sit down at one point to talk about why they should stay together. The intervention didn’t work, but both of them were touched by their daughter. She grew up flitting between two houses, but adored by both her mother and father.

The summer after her fourth year at Hogwarts, she met Jaime, a muggle boy around her age that moved by her father’s house. Jaime and Jacqueline became fast friends, writing letters back and forth throughout her fifth year of school, and when she came home for Holiday Break, he asked her out. The pair started a steady relationship which lasted years, fueled by constant letters and young love. Jacqueline was smitten, and Jaime had plans for them. A ten year plan. He’d go to school, they’d get married, have some kids, then he’d work on writing his first novel before going back to school to get his teaching degree. Only one problem–it didn’t seem like he’d much considered what Jacqueline wanted. Even after explaining what she was and what she wanted to do–healing–it seemed like he thought she’d leave the magical world behind for him. Her parents did, as well, and when he proposed at a graduation party for the pair of them ( which she’d told him not to do ), she found herself unable to say no in front of her sobbing mother.

The entire engagement made Jacqueline feel like she was drowning. She loved Jaime; shouldn’t she be happy? Her mother had taken over the whole wedding process, her father footing the bill, and his family planned to cover the honeymoon. It felt like she wasn’t involved in the slightest, like she was merely witnessing the events as some sort of fever dream. She got sick after she saw herself in her wedding dress, but she tried her best to press on. After all, she’d never let anyone down before. But she began losing sleep, stopped eating, and people had begun to notice that Jacqueline wasn’t well. They put it all off on wedding nerves, but the night before the wedding itself, Jacqueline, running on three hours of sleep and an odd sense of determination, grabbed her honeymoon suitcase and a few special personal belongings and fled into the night, escaping into the Wizarding World and finding herself sobbing in a bar in the Phoenix Circle. Found an apartment the next night, work a week later, and the rest is history.

Jacqueline is a very firm believer of the outside-in approach–that is, if you dress well on the outside, you’ll feel good on the inside. It’s very rarely that someone would find her without her hair, makeup, and nails done. It makes her feel good, dolling herself up, and she’s decided that it’s a good enough reason to continue doing it.

Jacqueline is allergic to cats, despite having a deep love for the animals, and will suffer a running nose just to pet a stray for a few moments.

Jacqueline cut off contact with her family and ex-fiance after she left the muggle world. She has a million voicemails from her mother, yelling and screaming that she’d ruined everything. After years of never saying no, it felt like she was being punished for taking care of herself. She’s lonely, though, without them.

look who just moved into 1B! is that LUCA HOLLESTELLE? no, that’s definitely LILY LUNA POTTER! rumour has it the EIGHTEEN year old is a HALFBLOOD and used to be a HUFFLEPUFF student but now SHE spends their time as an ARTIST/BARTENDER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re CREATIVE and BOISTEROUS, despite being SCATTERBRAINED and IMMATURE. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

hands stained with paint; the smell of cut flowers drying; the crackle of a fireplace roaring to fight an early morning chill; laughter bubbling up loudly and apologetically; the feeling of clay stuck under your fingernails no matter how hard you scrub; sweaters more stolen than hand me down, well worn and well loved; hair haphazardly kept out of way with whatever’s on hand

Her parents weren’t quite sure that she was ready to move out on her own after Hogwarts, but she was determined to make her own way. She knew she needed space, that she could never truly learn to flourish on her own under her parents’ roof. Perhaps moving into the same apartment complex as her siblings and cousins isn’t the greatest indication of her independence, but the price was right.

She spends her nights bartending to make money, happy to be chatting and laughing with regulars as she worked, her energy rather contagious. She sleeps late, never waking before 10 without good reason, and spends too many days locked in her apartment working on her art. Lily hasn’t quite found her specialty yet, preferring to experiment with different mediums and methods.

Her grandmother taught her to knit, though it’s not a particular love of hers. She’ll do it on occasion-but she prefers weaving and wool felting and a dozen other yarn and cloth based activities

look who just moved into 2C! is that BRIANNE TJU? no, that’s definitely CATHERINE “KAT” SOUCIER! rumour has it the TWENTY year old is a MUGGLEBORN and used to be a CHIASSON ACADEMIE student but now SHE/HER spends their time as a TATTOO APPRENTICE. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re ARTISTIC and CANDID, despite being CRUDE and JUDGEMENTAL. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!

unanswered texts from mom, an ocean keeping an old version of yourself at a distance, doodles in pen scribbled in the gaps of ripped jeans, the perfect imagine trapped in a mind, hateful words spoken in harsh whispers following your many steps, a snowglobe world, approaching that gorgeous strange in the bar, a childhood home vandalized with accusations, a hand forever shoved in the camera lens, outfits unfit for the chill weather, and the power of a single photograph.

SEXUAL ASSAULT TW: During her time at Chiasson Academie, Kat had always connected better with the students in the year just above her. And in a school divided by your class, it drove a wedge between her and her     classmates. It had been a hurdle that she hadn’t minded much. So what if she hadn’t been selected first as someone’s potion partner? Or that she     spent more time in the upperclassmen’s dorm than her own? Then came the party. She had been to parties. She’d gotten drunk. She’d kissed guys and girls. She had even passed out before, had too many drinks and fallen asleep on one of her classmates’ bed. She’d done all that, only that particular night some of the boys had taken pictures. Pictures she hadn’t consented to. Pictures that too quickly circulated around the school. And then the reputation of Soucier the Slut began.

One of the things that keeps her sane, aside from driving her mother mad is art. Nothing with paints or clay or anything intense. Kat stuck to pencil and pen mostly, doing quick rough sketches. Sketches and also her “collage” work. Magazine clipping and postcards and any odd image. Slap a few words on there with a sharpie or cut and paste some shit. It would never go in a museum but Kat was fine with that. People judge enough already. Since being in Britain, and getting a few tattoos for herself, an interest was sparked. She’s still learning the ropes and grabs one too many cups of coffee for the other artists, but Kat likes the idea of a positive permanence, turning the body (a confusing and complicated thing) into a canvas.

SLUT SHAMING TW: Kat’s mom was and remains a helicopter parent. As much as she can be with an ocean between them. Kat’s father, well, he’s mostly clocked out. There had always been tension between mother and daughter, but it grew worse after the rumors in her fifth year. Her mom wanted her to combat it by changing, by wearing turtlenecks and having a bare face free of makeup. Bullshit in Kat’s opinion. She reacted with cutting shorts shorter and making her eyeliner bolder, her words more crude. If her teacher was hot, she’s say it. The truth couldn’t be hidden. And she would not be filtered. In the end, she refuses to apologize for who she is. She had not done anything wrong that night. There was no shame in being blunt, in being harsh, in talking about sex or having sex. But even despite how bold her tongue was, that didn’t mean Kat was exactly lining up to let people in.

Kat disliked her real name. Catherine. So uninteresting. So when she was young she had shortened it, and changed it to a K. Cringey? Potentially. But fuck did it fit.

She chose to specialize in Legilimency and Occlumency in her final years. However, she doesn’t attempt to get into other’s minds willy-nilly. After what happened to her, consent matters beyond words. About the only time she’ll pull out her talents is in the shop. Sometimes a client will come in with an idea in mind and all the description in the world won’t amount to the image in their head. Permission granted, Kat can get a glimpse at what they truly envision.

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