TRIP THE LIGHT FANTASTIC.

THE STORY THUS FAR…

EARLY LIFE

Felix is the middle child of the Macmillan bunch—with Fitz (the oldest, Ravenclaw ‘79) and Felicity (the baby, Ravenclaw ‘82). He’s lived much of his life in Appleby.

He learned at an early age that he was a squib and generally took the news quite well. He had a family that loved and supported him regardless of his magical abilities (or rather, lack thereof). Not to mention, his Aunt Liza is also a squib, and helped to co-found the Society for the Support of Squibs and even led activists during protests in 1968. 

Needless to say, he grew up with lots of support and idolized his aunt, wanting to follow in her footsteps. 

1977

In the early spring, Felix and other younger members of the S.S.S. decided to protest a restaurant in Banchory that refused service to a squib. The demonstration quickly turned ugly, with wixen sending hexes and more their way. 

Felix emerged with a few injuries and a whole lot of PTSD. Aunt Liza’s injuries resulted in a permanent disability. 

This was the first time his juvenile youth ever saw how rotten the world could be, and he really started withdrawing into himself. 

In June, he began dating his long-time friend Mae Bragnam. He fell hard and quickly, but the relationship was ultimately a “right person, wrong time” kind of dynamic. 

1978

Felix began slowly pulling away from the Wizarding World, with Mae being one of his few connections left besides his family. 

Their relationship ended in May, and it was pretty bad, emotions definitely running high—which Felix still regrets since they were friends for so long before they dated. 

1979

By this time, Felix fully engrossed himself in the muggle world, hardly having contact with old wixen buddies. Really, he was scared of getting hurt again and was very much still dealing with PTSD but without the proper care he needed. 

His older brother’s long-time engagement (betrothal, depending on who you ask) to Amycus Carrow ended in February. Felix was, admittedly, upset about it because he always found Amy to be friendly albeit somewhat dim. But also, it gave him an excuse to spend more time with Alecto Carrow, whose dynamic energy captivated him. 

Aly and Felix soon began a relationship. A serious one, in his opinion, but Aly really only sought to manipulate and gaslight him. Basically, it was a very narcissistic relationship, which Felix couldn’t see. 

Aly swore him to secrecy so to not upset Amy and Fitz, but in actuality this made it much easier to manipulate Felix—as his family and friends simply couldn’t see the full picture. 

He lost his virginity to Aly and very much so believed her to be his Dream Girl. 

1980 

Eventually, Aly grew tired of Felix and dumped him. On his birthday. He didn’t take it well. 

In August, he started at the University of Manchester for a degree in philosophy. 

He also works an internship at the WWN as an assistant (glorified coffee fetcher). 

Since the fall of the Statute, Felix is starting to get more comfortable within the Wizarding world again. These are scary times, but part of him can’t help but feel hopeful. If muggles can accept wixen, certainly the time will come for wixen to view squibs as equals, right? 

KISS & TELL

1980

June 1979 - 13 April / Alecto Carrow / committed relationship 

1978

WHEN: Wednesday, 19 January, 1981 WHERE: Wyvern’s Eye, Banchory WHO: Felix Macmillan & Anita Shah

The most ideal course of action would have been to avoid him. Felix Macmillan, for all his charming quirks, was not someone whose company Anita enjoyed, purely by fault of her own. But when it became clear that she couldn’t avoid the brother of her former fiancé, she decided it was best to grit her teeth beneath her forced smile.

“I’d no idea you frequented the area.” Please say you don’t, Anita pleaded with the universe. Were her fingers hidden inside her mittens, she would have crossed them that this was simply an unfortunate clashing of circumstances, a one off never to be repeated again.

When Felix’s warm eyes landed on the face of his brother’s ex-fiance, he was certain his stomach fell out of his arse. Not literally—he had practically failed biology, anyway. Of course, there was nothing wrong with Anita. In fact, Felix always liked her and was rather disappointed when the engagement ended. But Anita made him think of Cressida... And that certainly left him with chills up and down his spine. 

“Oh, hiya. Uh, no. Not really.” Felix scrunched his nose. Banchory was so... Stuffy. “I’m meeting a friend at the distillery in a bit.” 

“Amen.” James grinned in return. He could sense his friends uncertainty, but the good thing about being on holiday, and being reckless with equally reckless friends, meant he had already tested out all the ways he could flip himself over in the chair. That didn’t seem appropriate now, trying trying to bunny hop up the step, so he pulled out his wand and, using the spell his healer had showed him (one that would come in handy with his degree, even), widened the door and flattened out the step, rolling on through with ease. It all went back to normal once he did, and the spell would remain until no longer needed. He was adjusting well, outwardly at least. Frustrations were easily hidden when you were James Potter. “Much. Musclier too.” 

“You’re so full of shit,” Felix barked with a laugh. “The only strength training I do is bringing chips to my mouth. Speaking of food—” His gaze turned toward the door to the kitchen. “Mum’s made biscuits for us. Like, two hold trays of them.” There were perks to living at home, sometimes.  

“I dunno mate, I’d put most stuff in my mouth but my arse is sacred.” James grinned, looking up at his friend from where he was still sat in the wheelchair, borrowed from Mungo’s ever since his release just before Christas, who, until about five minutes ago, he’d never actually met in the flesh. “I thought you’d look different.”

“Yeah, a proper holy arse.” Felix chuckled as he held open the door to his home—well, his parents’ home. He froze somewhat, unsure how to help his friend inside, or if it was polite to offer. So Felix stood awkwardly, happy to move onto another topic of discussion. “Yeah? Reckon I’d be taller?”

“Just no tongue. I don’t think Dorcas would like that.”

“Nah, I reckon I’d need to buy you dinner before tongue stuff and then dinner and desserts for butt stuff.” 

“Fucking hell, bruv,” Felix added breathlessly, laying eyes on his friend for the first time after years of playing video games with him. “I dunno whether to kiss you or cry. Maybe both.” 

“My best friend is half Jewish,” Lily said by way of answer. “There’s no bad potato, and that’s a fact.” She grinned at the new friend, and then pointed toward the building which housed both the WWN and the HWN. “I do a show for the HWN, I’m often hanging about. I’ll see you around?” 

Felix nodded, smiling, only now realizing how much time he spent fetching tea—without any tea at the present. Hopefully his boss didn’t notice his absence. “Yeah, absolutely. I’ll see you.” 

“A potato allergy?” Lily repeated, eager to jump on a new topic, one that hadn’t been causing her so much anxiety lately. “What sort of a meagre existence is that? No chips. No mash. No roast potatoes!” It was depressing just to think about.

Felix chuckled. “Have you ever had latkes? My friend from uni made it the other day. Practice for Hanukkah, I think. I dunno. Anyway, it was fucking brilliant. I reckon I ate my weight in them.” 

“I dunno,” Lily said, the hint of a grin playing on her lips, “I think if you were going to do it, that’d be exactly the way. First of all, everyone likes chips. Secondly, you’re not making a big deal of it, are you? It’s casual. I think we’re making such a big deal of it that it’s othering. Us versus them, you know.” 

She made a fair point. Besides, Felix did often get in his head about a load of things—but that happened when someone was made to feel othered much of his life. “Suppose you’re right.” He nodded. “And chips do make most things digestible. Unless you’ve got a potato allergy, or you’re an arse, I guess.” He chuckled. “It’ll slip out one day, I think. Or they’ll see my iFlown and want one of their own.” 

Lily realised she hadn’t. But then, the only real friends she’d had back then had been Petunia and Severus and, with a twist in her stomach as she thought of them, look how it had turned out with both of them. Petunia hated her for who she was and she reckoned, in his way, so did Severus. “No. Hasn’t really come up. Most of my friends are from primary and Hogwarts anyway.” 

Felix nodded a few times. Listening, agreeing. “I haven’t told my muggle friends. I dunno. It seems like a giant can of worms to open. There’s no easy way to say it. Like, “Hey, so, there’s magic out there and all my family besides my aunt is magical, but can’t so much as levitate a spoon. Anyway, want to grab some chips?” or something like that, I guess.” 

James: hope it’s a good one

James: he’s a loser anyway James: Dorcas loved the candles James: I’ll be back on tomorrow

James: yeah, reckon they are James: I’m so fucking skinny now James: the little candle fuck? James: who cares what he thinks, I’ve got good nips and your red beard is more than he could do

James: fuck, hope I haven’t lost any followers James: nah, mum has me covered. she’s bringing my wixbox tonight, healers reckon I’ll be in here a while

James: like the best nap of my life James: with some whack dreams too James: didn’t feel like a whole month though

“That used to be how I felt about, for the most part. That I was lucky having two different worlds to live in. Now, though…” Lily trailed off. The end was obvious; now she wasn’t so sure. She felt more in danger than ever. 

“Have you told any of your friends from home?” He paused for a moment. “I mean, that’s kind of personal. You don’t have to answer, is what I mean. Unless you want. But it’s okay if you don’t.” 

James: fucking way