. ✧ . * . ⌜ spencer house, twenty-four, cismale, he/him / overdrive by post malone + slamming a locker door until it dents after a loss, expectations and dreams passed down like heirlooms, & constant exhaustion creating a clenched jaw and a sharpened tongue.⌟ hey, have you met GRAHAM MONTAGUE yet? they’re a SIXTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a SLYTHERIN. makes sense given they tend to be a bit HARDWORKING and IRRITABLE. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the UNDECIDED side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.
tw: parental issues, toxic parenting, anger issues, parent death, death mention
full name: graham hamish montague
date of birth: december 30th
star sign: capricorn
place of birth: portree, scotland
family: kelly montague (father), sorcha TBD (mother) †, open (younger sibling)
sexual orientation: identifies as straight but that's iffy. mostly just hasn't allowed himself to consider himself as anything aside from straight, apart from glances here and there. in actuality, bisexual.
religion: agnostic
tattoos: a snake up his left arm onto his chest and a thistle down the right side of his abdomen.
style: solid colored earth tones, basic tees, multi-pairs of the same dark colored slacks, bright white air forces, corduroy jackets, 7" in-seem shorts, fleece collared jackets, well-loved dragon-hide boots, henley's, canvas gym bag, sweat shorts, & khaki carpenter pants
slamming a locker door until it dents after a loss, running towards the sunrise as it kisses the lake, popped veins, staring at the ceiling in the dead of night whilst overwhelmed with could've's and should've's, letters from home that take hours to open, expectations and dreams passed down like heirlooms, coursework forever taking a backseat, second and third helpings at every meal, metal music cranked to full blast, sweat dripping down your brow, the feel of dragon-hide against his calloused palms, a medal shared onto his father's neck, holidays spent on the pitch, planning, always planning, the blur of green and silver in a quick swoop, a grave barely been visit, & constant exhaustion creating a clenched jaw and a sharpened tongue.
kelly montague was going to be a quidditch star. ask anyone in the wizarding world, they would have agreed, would have put galleons on it if they had it. and he would have been... had it not been for the ego. it was his arrogance that created mistakes, his selfish nature that cost the team points, and his inability to accept criticism that cast him away from his coach and teammates— he'd lasted one and a half seasons before being traded. and traded. and ultimately cut after three.
his last season found him in portree, where he ultimately settled after connecting with sorcha. it wasn't love but it made sense. it was time to marry, she wanted children, and kelly was desperate to carve a different legacy.
graham was the first born and thus the first in his father's line of fire. in fact, graham's earliest memory is standing out in his front yard as kelly corrected his grip on a broom. quidditch became graham's life before he ever had a choice, likely before his first breath. vacations were spent practicing or studying matches (the in real life trips actually holding a bit of fun). he'd learned to wake early, not to waste his day. graham couldn't remember the last conversation with his father that didn't involve talk of a quaffle or Nimbus.
his mother had been his sanctuary. though sorcha didn't dilute kelly's passion, she was there to balance it out with hugs, caring fingers run through messy locks, and a knack for conversation. with his mother, graham got to be a kid. he'd had twelve years with that solace. then like that she was gone, taken because of some muggle accident. a death undeserved.
for awhile, quidditch was a welcome distraction. even when shoved towards it, graham had grown to love it. but love could be tainted when you were screamed at for not being good enough to make starting line-up your first year. then only getting it your second after someone else got injured. "fucking pathetic." phrases from his father play on repeat to this day, some still voiced despite where he stands now. "do you know how many hours i've wasted on you for this to be your best?" sometimes it keeps him up at night. "try harder." sometimes he can envision the words written on the ceiling. "or maybe fucking start trying."
unable to lash out at his father, graham does so with his peers. the tension in his body grows and grows until he decides to let it out when someone looks at him wrong. or chooses to say the wrong thing. he'd been forced into being a bit of a perfectionist so he'll correct you on anything he thinks is damn wrong. (educational elements limited as academics have taken a backseat for a long time, sorry to his potions partners past and present).
he's an early riser, most days getting up before or around sunrise for a morning run. and you bet he'll be one of the first to breakfast, often with a mountain of food.
speaking of, he's keen on savory— often choosing proteins and carbs. sweets are limited but he has an inability to turn down caramel cobwebs.
graham went without a pet his first two years, but after making the quidditch team he'd "earned" his right to one and thus came lemmy (lem affectionately, named after a member of one of his favorite bands, motörhead). lem is a black cat with green eyes and a loud purr. graham definitely softens around her, reverting just that extra bit much towards the kid he was when his mother was still around.
isn't soo tightly wound that he doesn't know how to relax. despite what his father knows/would want, graham still dates and goes to parties. he's more of a beer drinker over straight firewhiskey, likely to lean towards mead as a second choice. and while not a smoker of any kind... there's a world in which he could be swayed to ingest something.
as far as the oncoming war is concerned, it's a bit of a distraction at the moment. graham is acutely aware of it but doesn't fully understand, or better put, want to understand the significance of what's happening. his plate is already full. especially when there was no quidditch last year so he's a season behind (something his father stays reminding him of). please no more weight on his back. so if asked about the situation, he'll either dismiss it or just agree with the masses around him, a habit that has him leaning towards the majority voice of slytherin... perhaps towards the dark side of it all. make no mistake, by no means was he happy about harry's death; if anything it was a wakeup call. another factor to make the clock tick faster.
... still figuring out more, as he's a new muse. any gaps/questions, feel free to ask!!
general connection ideas: best friends, friends, ex-friends, pseudo siblings, childhood/family friends, classmates, teammates, ex-teammates, gym buddies, exes, fwb, one night stand, one-sided crush, old crush?, enemy, annoyance, drinking buddy, bad influence, extended fam… others that i cannot think of
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