☁️ ── XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD ! ❜
☁️ ( cis man | he/him | cha eunwoo ) —— isn’t that xenophilius lovegood ? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks ! they used to be in ravenclaw but apparently they now work as an apprentice at the daily prophet. sybill once said that they reminded her of the gentle first light of morning glowing against the night’s mournful edge ; the petals of a lotus flower blossoming atop dark & murky waters, creating ripples ; a quill brandished like a sword, ink running like blood ; and a gravestone which reads ‘he loved too dearly, he lost too much, and so his heart became a wound and his mind journeyed far away’, which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit tenderhearted, escapist and melancholic, they’re twenty-two now but some things never change ! i wonder how being a half-blood is affecting them after school, especially now they’re an order of the phoenix associate ? i guess only time will tell…
☁️ character inspirations : lucy pevensie ( the chronicles of narnia ), iroh ( avatar the last airbender ), abdul ali ( squid game )( #justice4ali ), charlotte a. cavatica ( charlotte’s web ) & the little prince ( the little prince ).
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☁️ ── ABOUT EDIE ! ❜
WHY HELLO THERE LOVELIES !!! i’m edie ( 25, she/hers, aedt, cat mum, literature nerd & tea enthusiast ) & my cute lil qwoc ass is here writing for xenophilius lovegood !!!! please feel welcome to hmu on discord @ kamaboko gonpachiro#2684 for plots, conversations, and all around good n soft times ♡ without further ado though, here is a little bit about my scatterbrained, tenderheated boi who is prone to bouts of melancholy and tends to lose himself in the labyrinth of his daydreams.
TRIGGERS : DEATH MENTION & MENTION OF ALS / LOU GEHRIG’S DISEASE. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION & TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES, MY DARLINGS. ♡
☁️ ── PROFILE ! ❜
BASIC INFORMATION
BIRTH NAME: xenophilius bluebell lovegood SOBRIQUETS AND PSEUDONYMS: haru ( korean name / meaning : day ), xeno, blue BIRTH DATE: march 19th, 1955 AGE: twenty-two WESTERN ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: pisces ( element : water ) EASTERN ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: dog ( element : earth ) NATIONALITY: british ETHNICITY: south korean GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis man —— he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic
MAGICAL/SCHOOLING INFORMATION
PREVIOUS HOGWARTS HOUSE: ravenclaw BLOOD STATUS: half-blood WAND: alder wood wand, 12 1/4″, fenghuang feather core, slightly yielding PATRONUS: capybara AMORTENTIA: the delicate fragrance of bluebells in the woods during springtime, freshly made yakgwa ( korean honey pastries ) on sunblessed afternoons, jasmine and peppermint candles burning low and slow late into the night, and the smells of cinnamon and ginger tea on crisp autumn mornings. BOGGART: xeno sees the lifeless bodies of his mother, father, and pandora MIRROR OF ERISED: xenophilius is sitting in amidst the colourful bloom of a sunblessed wildflower field ; sharing stories, laughter, and love with all his loved ones
BACKGROUND
BIRTH PLACE/HOMETOWN: london, england SOCIAL CLASS: middle class BIRTH MOTHER: go hyesu ( goyle )
† april 4th, 1968 —— passed away as a result of a diagnosis of lou gehrig’s disease
hailing from a pureblood family, go hyesu was born into the ancient and noble house of go —— a family of renowned magical lineage which migrated from hanseong ( modern day seoul ) to london during the mid-joseon era in 1734. upon arrival, the go’s adopted the more british surname of goyle. hyesu was the youngest child of kangdae and hyoju goyle, and was the apple of her parents’ eyes. however, when it became known that hyesu was a squib, she was cast out of her pureblood family in shame —— disowned.
hyesu moved on with her life, grew past the pain of losing the family she loved and the life she knew, and became a florist —— opening her own flower shop in muggle london after years and years of working, saving, and perseverance. this little flower shop is where she met ernest lovegood, a muggle man who she began her life with —— and with whom she brought a son, xenophilius lovegood into the world.
BIRTH FATHER: ernest lovegood
ernest lovegood is a kindhearted muggle man descended from a long line of luthiers ( craftspeople who build and repair string instruments ; e.g. violins, violas, cellos, etc ). it’s unknown how exactly the lovegood family ( previously known as the moon family [ korean ] ) ended up in britain six generations ago, but family tales paint a story of a young violinist and luthier who travelled the world with the desire to bring people together through the sound of his music —— who fell in love with a young woman in london, and stayed there for love ( hence the origin of the reinvented family surname, lovegood ). ernest is an earnest, kindhearted man who raised an earnest, kindhearted son —— and who loved his wife more than life itself. after hyesu’s passing many years ago, much of ernest’s warmth dimmed under the shadow of his grief and mourning ; but whenever xenophilius returns to his family home with his viola in tow, that warmth resurfaces for a gentle, wonderful moment.
APPEARANCE/PHYSICAL STATISTICS
FACE CLAIM: cha eunwoo HAIR COLOUR: black, for the most part ; but on warm summer afternoons, you can often notice gentle accents and glimmers of sunblessed brown EYE COLOUR: honeyed brown BUILD: mesomorph DOMINANT HAND: left hand HEIGHT: 190cm WEIGHT: 80kg DIET: pescetarian
PSYCHOLOGY
MBTI: infp-a ; the mediator ENNEAGRAM: type 4w5 [ type 4 ( the individualist ), with a type 5 wing ( the investigator ) ] MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good DOMINANT TEMPERAMENT: melancholy ELEMENT: water PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: interpersonal & linguistic SOCIABILITY: medium levels of sociability. around the right people, xenophilius is quite the social butterfly —— speaking freely, smiling warmly, and drawing people into his life with remarkable ease with love, sunlight, and his earnest heart on his sleeve. the problem then lies with how scarcely xeno feels as though he is in the company of ‘ the right people ’. as an emotional & intuitive being who values those who exude a tenderness of heart, have a gentle wit, and an open mind, xenophilius is a sensitive soul who seeks out softness, warmth, and magic —— and in a world filled with people divided along the lines of a bloodied war, ‘ the right people ’ can be difficult to happen across. VIRTUES: considerate, eloquent, tenderhearted, profound, forbearing, earnest VICES: melancholic, ruminative, reclusive, self-severe, apprehensive, escapist KNOWN LANGUAGES: korean, english, basic latin SPEECH STYLE: xeno tends to speak with a certain air of tenderness and warmth ; everything he says has a very palpable sense of gentleness and love. he’s eloquent and well-spoken, but also often rather soft-spoken —— with his words often echoing with a daydreamy sense of child-like wonder, innocence, and simplicity. FAVOURITE ACTIVITIES: writing writing writing, taking long hikes within dense bluebell woods, spending temperate spring nights outdoors in the garden ; gazing upon the luminescence of glimmering stars, watching the delicate dance of garden flowers in the breeze and losing himself in his thoughts, playing the viola under the warm glimmers of afternoon sunlight, swimming in the ocean, reading whilst listening to classical music, knitting presents like sweaters, scarves or socks for those he cares for, baking cakes and making sweets, going on long bike rides in the english countryside, making connections with people and hearing their stories, taking naps under the shade of cherry blossom trees in the midst of spring ANIMAL: cats ( xeno has a grey cat named sunbeam, who he absolutely adores. true to her name ; sunbeam can often be found taking afternoon naps amidst the flowers of the lovegood household garden, where warm glimmers of afternoon sunlight can be found. ) BEVERAGE: saenggangcha / ginger tea COLOUR: serenity ( pantone 15-3919 ) FOOD: yachae kalguksu / handcut korean noodles with vegetables in a clear broth
☁️ ── THE STORY ! ❜
key characters of note :
xenophilius lovegood ( obviously, uwu )
ernest lovegood ( xeno’s father. muggle. luthier. )
hyesu goyle ( xeno’s late mother. disowned squib hailing from the pureblood goyle family. )
pandora lovegood née midori
more in depth information about ernest and hyesu can be found above in the ‘background’ section of xeno’s statistics.
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PROLOGUE — ERNEST AND HYESU.
i. once in a blue moon, something inexplicably, perfectly and strangely magical happens. such was the case when ernest lovegood and hyesu goyle met.
ii. ernest spotted the florist through an arrangement of white snowdrops, her dark hair shimmering in the setting sunlight of the day. their eyes met, and something within their two souls seemed to ache —— and after hyesu approached ernest with a smile and a request that he accompany her for dinner that night, the two fell in love quite immediately.
iii. from the petals of that soft, pure thing called love, there bloomed a tenderhearted baby boy who ernest and hyesu named xenophilius bluebell lovegood. bluebell, after hyesu’s favourite flowers, and xenophilius, after the greek ‘xenos’ and ‘phile’ ; ‘strange’ and ‘love’. because once in a blue moon, something inexplicably, perfectly and strangely magical happens. sometimes that magic is the heart’s bloom of love.
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BOOK ONE : BLOOM NOW, BLOOM FREE !
the summary : xenophilius bluebell lovegood was raised in a small house by the river thames in london. being raised by a florist mother, and a luthier father, xeno’s childhood seemed to pass by with an uncommon kind of gentleness and ease ; accompanied by the vibrant sound of violins and cellos, with his days wrapped up in the sweet scent of flowers.
i. on the early day in spring when he is born, nothing in the world exists for xenophilius lovegood except for the soft sound of his mother’s laughter, the honeyed brown gentleness of her gaze, and the way she smells of flowers and of home.
ii. soon, xenophilius becomes familiar with the sturdy embrace of the man who is his father. this man is as sweet as the sound of the instruments he creates ; he is patient, and dependable, and he soon too feels like home.
iii. xenophilius is raised with an abundance of kindness and love, and so it comes to the boy as naturally as breathing —— the way that he blooms so freely ; and like the vibrant bluebells he was partly named after, there grows to be something so inexplicably bright, and deeply lovely about xeno. perhaps this is thanks to his mother ; for as a florist she raises xeno not to think of the passage of time through hours and minutes, but through the opening and closing of flowers —— yet perhaps this is also thanks to xeno’s father ; who blurs out the harsh edges of the world with the sweet melody of violins.
iv. xeno’s first word ever spoken is love ; most likely due to the ‘i love you’s’ which his parents utter with a tenderness to him, and to each other, without fail, at the close of each day. it’s fitting too ; love blooming from within, love becoming him.
v. then comes the magic. it comes on good days ; in the form of bluebells blooming from the boy’s fingertips, or lush green grass sprawling across the boy’s bedroom floor when he wakes from a sweet dream. xeno’s mother gasps ; feeling that perhaps the magic in her blood never came to fruition so that it could be saved up to flow through xeno’s gentle hands, doubly so. xeno’s father watches his son with eyes full of love. “ you’re a miracle, my darling boy. ” ernest tells his son. it feels like a miracle, too —— a squib and a muggle and a baby boy with magic and love in his veins.
vi. in this environment of warmth and tenderness the boy starts to grow in heart, mind and body ; and soon, little baby xenophilius lovegood is climbing trees with scraped knees ; elbow-deep in flower beds as his mother tends to the family’s small garden ; trying his hand at playing the violin ( and discovering that he has a greater understanding and love for the more sonorous and deep sounds of the viola ) ; feeding, playing with, and adoring the family’s tabby cat, rosie ( named after the rose bush she was rescued from when xeno and his father went on a stroll one day ) ; learning how to paint and play piano at the next door neighbours’ ; and eventually entering ( muggle ) school at the age of five.* xenophilius’ fingers itch as if they’d been touched by fairy dust as he picks up his first pencil on his first day of school ; writing his first word, his own name ( a difficult task when you have a name such as his ) —— X-E-N-O. it’s in this moment that xenophilius discovers his first love ; his love for the written word. this is a love that sees him through good days and difficult days, as we shall see.
( *xenophilius leaves muggle school for hogwarts at the age of fourteen. )
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BOOK TWO : WILTING LILIES ON A HOSPITAL BEDSIDE TABLE.
the summary : at thirteen years old, xenophilius’ world is turned upside down when his mother is diagnosed with ALS ; a motor neurone disease. in the early days of her diagnosis, hyesu remains the beacon of brightness and warmth that xenophilius has always known her to be. yet as the days pass and darken, xeno begins to realise that his mother is human, just like he is, and it is a lesson that he learns quickly : that humans were not made to always be strong.
vii. it’s late in the night and xenophilius hears murmured whispers coming from the living room. it’s none too difficult a feat for him to tiptoe out and listen to what is being said, because his footfalls, like everything else about him, are gentle. “ most days, i feel like my body is a cage. ” xeno hears his his mother lament as his father holds both of hyesu’s hands with both of his. “ i am a wilting flower, ernest —— deeply rooted into its small corner of a garden bed ; but yearning to see the world, and trying to grow past its season. ”
viii. the conversation haunts xenophilius ; visiting him in his dreams with visions of his mother tangled in vines and unable to move. the dark thoughts rob him of sleep, peace of mind, and make his heart ache, and so with tears in his eyes xenophilius rises from his bed and wanders over to his study table where a pad of notepaper and a pen reside. if his mother is distraught about not being able to go out into the world, perhaps through the written word, xenophilius can bring the world to her. so xenophilius writes. he writes of a woman named hyesu who goes on adventures with her husband and her son. he writes of wide open wildflower fields with blooms in every colour of the rainbow, and writes that hyesu is able to run in amidst the flowers, feel the soft grass beneath her feet ; repose upon a picnic blanket under the sun and then spring to her feet when the record player beside her starts playing her favourite song. “ dance with me, ” she smiles, arms extended xeno’s way. and dance they do.
ix. but the warm stories xenophilius writes are exactly that : just stories. and as the months progress, the only flowers in sight are the flowers xenophilius watches wilt upon a hospital bedside table. next to them, there is a woman who is afraid to die and leave her husband and son in this world without her. xenophilius presses his hands to his mother’s with a tenderness, because if these moments are their last, he wants his hands in hers.
x. on the day that hyesu passes, the world —— once filled with colour —— feels awash with grey. something in both xenophilius and ernest’s hearts break. the house they live in feels so much less than a home now ; and though there is still love, and there are some rare gentle days, they never quite rebuild. even the arrival of xenophilius’ acceptance letter to hogwarts ( just a month after his mother’s death ) does very little to bring the magic back into the lovegoods’ days —— and like this, a year passes ; the sun’s warmth eclipsed by the bleak glow of grief and mourning.
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BOOK THREE —— THE BLOOM OF BLUEBELLS AFTER A LONG WINTER’S SNOW.
the summary : at fourteen years old the boy feels broken —— but holding onto the clement memory of his mother, he resolves that despite being broken ; perhaps this can merely be a new way for light to pour into his soul. though the most recent chapter of his story has been filled with grief and mourning, xeno’s childhood was for the most-part filled with that gentle and rare magic called love —— and at the age of fourteen, xenophilius uses this love as his strength as he begins his first year at hogwarts.
xi. xenophilius dreams on the hogwarts express. he dreams about what was, what is, and what magic awaits him in the sum of his tomorrows. he awakens smiling ; ready to bloom after enduring a long year of sadness. and how beautifully he does bloom.
xii. “ thestrals. ” a girl smiles at xenophilius with a gentle, sad smile ; noticing how his eyes watch the majestic creatures with fascination and wonder ; not fear. “ only those who have seen death —— faced it, and understood it —— can see thestrals. that’s why so many people around us don’t pay them any mind. ” xenophilius’ mind is racing ; eyes pooling with a bright hue of pure wonder. what other creatures existed beyond our current understanding ? what creatures were there beyond the limits of the human mind —— beyond the realms bounded by human ignorance and ego ?
xiii. “ RAVENCLAW ! ” —— with the utterance of a single word xenophilius discovers that, even after the death of his mother and away from the love of his father at home, he still has a family. by the warm beacon of the ravenclaw tower fireplace, under the twinkling candlelights of the great hall, and at the top of the astronomy tower ( the stars and galaxies at the reach of his very own fingertips ), xenophilius begins to delve into the wonderful world of magic at hogwarts. around the castle corridors, the tenderhearted ravenclaw is known to be a peaceable, softspoken, and warmhearted young man to all —— speaking words of peace, love, and compassion in a world that seems to be beginning to darken. yet the young wizard is regarded as a rather outlandish fellow, too ; always talking of mystical creatures like the crumple-horned snorkack and umbugular slashkilter —— creatures neither ever sighted by magizoologists, nor believed to exist by the wix world’s foremost experts.
xiv. as we all well know, xenophilius lovegood was not always a lover and proponent of strange and scarcely-heard-of creatures. however, in his encounter with the thestrals, and in the aftermath of the passing of his mother, a large part of xenophilius delving into his mourning and healing process was the way in which the boy began to deal with his sadness and pain through the imagining of strange magical creatures. he created these magical creatures in his mind as ways of speaking about and conceptualising his experience of grief, loss, and pain through metaphors ( after all, xenophilius always had been a boy with a rich imagination, and a pure gift for the written and spoken word ). and so it went that xenophilius began imagining that his mother was visiting him each night in the form of a starlighting —— a creature which made the feeling of moonlight on your skin feel warm despite the cold of night. he referred to the grief that had consumed him as a heliopath —— a fire spirit which caused destruction and havoc by burning everything in sight. he left snacks of cherries beneath his bed to attract blibbering humdingers —— creatures which he expressed had an appetite for ripe cherries, and devoured bad dreams ( leaving only sweet dreams and happy memories behind when they left ). xenophilius also spoke often ( and fondly ) about the moon frog —— a creature who in fact wasn't a frog at all, but was closer in shape to a bear —— who danced on the moon and sang lullabies to those who had passed away and now lived on as stars in the sky ; keeping them company and giving them updates about their loved ones on earth, as the moon frog had wonderful eyesight and could see every inch of life down below.
xv. xenophilius begins to speak of his imaginary creatures in ways that seem very real ; to the extent that some of his peers begin to think of him as quite utterly mad. xenophilius doesn’t feel the need to correct nor argue with the misguided perceptions of others, however —— for he too knows that, deep down, the moon frog does not exist in the physical realm. but in xenophilius’ heart, his creatures are the most real thing xenophilius knows —— representing those very real ; but oftentimes invisible human emotions of grief, loss, love, and tenderness.
xvi. the days darken and pass, and war begins to draw close. amidst the darkness ; xenophilius strives to exude the warmth of sunlight —— starting his own school publication called the (love)good news & using his talent for the written word to resist the forces which seek to divide his peers, by reporting on warm and gentle student stories which promote empathy and understanding. during the times where xenophilius is weary, spent, and frightened by the looming prospect of conflict on the bloody horizon, he finds himself elbow deep in the earthy soil of the greenhouse garden beds ( tending to flowers and speaking to plants so that they won’t grow in loneliness ), playing the viola in the ravenclaw common room, reading books in empty classrooms, writing writing writing ( as he always has, and always will ), and having conversations with the castle’s cats —— drawing the people around him into his life and heart with a tenderness despite the growing darkness. like this, xenophilius’ schooling days draw to a close —— but he leaves the familiar and ancient corridors behind with a small handful of true friends, allies ; and one great love.
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BOOK FOUR —— THE FIRST LIGHT OF MORNING GLOWING AGAINST THE DARK NIGHT’S EDGE.
xvii. the daily prophet offers an apprenticeship position to xenophilius the day he graduates ; mostly due to his proven journalistic skill and flair, as evidenced through his independent paper, ‘the (love)good news’. while xenophilius knows that the prophet —— with its penchant for gossip, propaganda, and corruption —— will never quite be the place for him, he decides to accept the apprenticeship with the intention of learning as much as he can about the journalism industry ; developing professional networks, and growing his contacts within the written and print media world.
xviii. after the advent of close to a whole near year, as foreseen, xenophilius doesn’t quite belong at the daily prophet. with an enduring tenderness in his heart, he hopes to himself that this is simply because he was meant to belong someplace warmer, brighter, and truer. nearing the end of his apprenticeship, he’s starting cogitating over developing a publication of his own —— a voice for the order ; a voice of love, compassion, and empathy. at the moment he lacks the courage ; but with the help and encouragement of a few good people, it could be possible that even within the darkness of war, xenophilius will keep finding himself chasing warm glimmers of hope and light.
xix. most people who come across call xenophilius bluebell lovegood call him INSANE, because they think that he is too outlandish, too full of hope, and that he strangely believes too deeply in love, kindness and warmth, despite the darkness of the times. xenophilius himself believes himself A DREAMER because he feels that he sees the world as it is ; with its pain, suffering, grief, and hatred —— and yet he dreams of warmer times, yearning for a softer tomorrow, and bringing the lightness towards the dark with his boundless imagination and his tender heart.
☁️ ── WANTED CONNECTIONS ! ❜
CLOSE FRIENDS. give me some guys n gals n non-binary pals who are open of mind, kind of heart, and true of spirit ! —— people who xeno really treasure, and who treasure xeno in return ; and who can spend the entire day with xeno philosophising over the meaning of life and the varied and rich lived experience of emotions, spend saturday afternoons reading books and exchanging opinions about how the words made them feel, and can understand that xeno’s imaginary creatures are a central part of his grieving process, and his heart, and don’t ridicule him for healing and dealing with the pain and injustices of the world in the only way he knows how to. *insert ugly sobbing noises*. give me wholesome friendship vibes !!!
ORDER FRIENDS. xeno is a tenderhearted pacifist through and through ; but he is also cognisant of how inaction in the face of a brutal war is also complicitness in the atrocities being committed against squibs, muggles, muggleborns, and all other life not deemed as ‘ pure ’ by elitists. where his brand of activism tends to be more on the side of mediating, creating spaces for dialogue, and trying to bridge the abyss of misunderstandings through kindness and keeping an open mind, i’d love for xeno to have some interactions with order friends who push him to take a more active role in the war. i’d love for friends in the order to be, in some part ( alongside pandora ! ) people who challenge him, and push him, and contribute to the growth of a xenophilius lovegood who is capable to creating THE QUIBBLER in the future —— an active and radical grassroots, anti-establishment voice of emancipation, equality, and dissent.
HECKLERS. as the old saying goes, you can’t get along with everyone —— and this is most definitely the case with xenophilius lovegood !!! our outlandish, soft spoken, tenderhearted angel boi who preaches love and peace and also would throw metaphorical hands with anyone who tried to tell him that the ministry of magic didn’t have a secret army of heliopaths stashed away. xenophilius is strange, and stalwart in what he feels in his heart. this is bound to cultivate a few hecklers, bullies, and groups of people who at large do not necessarily like or understand xeno. this is probably going to be a plot which has run on since hogwarts days.
the gal or enby pal who first told xeno about who the thestrals are !!!!!! and why he could see them when others could not c:
UNLIKELY FRIENDS. while xeno doesn’t dislike anyone, there are certainly particular types of personalities that he gets along with better than others. he doesn’t often get along well with people who are too brash, loud, domineering or cruel ; but i kind of envision a ‘ loud and proud extrovert type adopting a soft introverted friend ’ vibe here ???
JOURNALIST FRIENDS ????!?!?!?!?!
his maternal cousins ( GOYLES ). the wonderful admins have approved me creating a familial link on xeno’s maternal side with the pureblood family : house goyle !!!! i’m most likely going to be submitting a skeleton form / wanted connection for this —— but if you’d like to just hmu and discuss possibilities for this plot, please do !!!!
GIVE ME EVERYTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ if you vibed with any part of xenophilius’ backstory and have a headcanon for how our muses could be connected, please feel free to S P A M me with ur galaxy brain thoughts !!!!! i would love to hear !!!!!! n i’m an anxious bean n not great at approaching people *insert pleading face*
come love xeno and myself, pls. thank u. lub u all. ♡♡♡














