where: the leaky cauldron’s pub.
when: march 1st, 2024.
who: open to any adults
DIAGON ALLEY is where she feels the most at home. it’s a place she will always return to, even if what she once loved is no longer there. so it’s no wonder that MARIA FORTESCUE can be found slouching in one of the chairs, situated close to the very back of the pub. her posture is terrible, really, and her braids have come undone in all the rush. she doesn’t seem to notice. in front of her, she has heaps of papers, and more quills than a person could ever possibly need. one of said quills are currently carelessly scratching on its own, marking answers on parchment paper as either very wrong, or very right. maria herself, is sipping on her butter beer, eyes intensely focused on the paper in front of her, a distracted finger tracing runes on parchment. something about their predictability — their reasonableness, fills her with a sense of calm. what does not make her very calm, on the flip side, is the person sitting at the table next to her. she has been trying to tune them out for a good…. five minutes now. which, to maria, feels like quite a lot. way too long, anyways. she clears her throat. “ excuse me? sorry? do you mind… not doing that ? “ she finds herself adjusting her blouse awkwardly. never one for confrontation. even of the mildest kind. “ it’s just that i’m trying to grade papers here. “ not quite true. maria is focusing on her own research, but also…. technically grading papers. “ trying to concentrate. “ her voice is airy and light, but there’s a sharpness to her eyes, a dagger in her stare.
there was a dual reason for the heavy sunglasses laden on perky nose, threatening to drop off the bridge and onto the plate of unappetising food in front of them. they weren’t hungry; they were never hungry; everyone knew why and yet antigone continued to go everywhere acting as if nothing had changed, that they were no longer alive. eyes were bloodshot with blood that wasn’t their own, tired and squinting against the light the flew through stained glass window were causing a wicked headache, and thus, their style decision of obnoxious sunglasses in doors was born.
it was however ; if anyone asked ; a brief attempt to completely hide the star from prying fans, or more usually, hateful critics. their eyes had been tuned on the cake in front of them for a good minute now, crimson painted nails tapping on the bone china plate, one of their most recent tunes humming out of her lips without them even realising. it was enough to annoy anyone; even the most patient of souls, but it wasn’t as if antigone meant to do so, the nightingale so long in their own song tune and strifes that they could be in a burning room and be none the wiser.
❝ oh -- ! ❞ shocked sound moved past mauve lips; ❝ merlin, sorry -- i uh , what was i doing ? i wasn’t humming was, godric i’m such a mindless hummer. ❞ antigone pushed her cake across the table, ❝ can’t make it up to you with some cake, can i ? ❞
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WHERE: Anywhere that isn’t Hogwarts.
WHEN: March 4th, 2024 @ any time.
WHO: Open to all adults.
“Is there something on my face,” Piper asked suddenly to the person sitting beside her in one of St. Mungo’s waiting rooms. Lowering her voice, she added: “That man over there won’t staring at me and looking completely horrified, and it’s starting to terrify me in return.”
❝ - huh ? oh -- let me look ... ❞ antigone had been on a much needed break / the volunteer nurse resting their feet for only a moment before they had to go back as soon as their little magical version of a pager rung. amber eyes scanned piper’s face, quickly painted lips turned to a soft smile. ❝ no, you’re completely fine. more than fine even -- ❞ a glance to the guy in question, ❝ he’s probably just checking you out, if he’s bothering you i can go ask him to y’know . . . stop. ❞
cecily took a second to look at antigone before nodding at their words; people didn’t always need those signs of active listening to know you were listening, and in fact cecily was sure they wouldn’t see her stillness as a sign of distraction. but — she was thinking, and had always found that thinking worked best when she was moving. “ muggles have all sorts of websites where you can pay to purchase and name a star, “ cecily said. “ which seems a shame. I can’t imagine looking up and seeing something you could buy. it’s … it’s impersonal, more than personal. “
she leaned back in her seat and cocked her head, mulling over the conversation a little more. “ I don’t know if I’d want a star named after me, though. there is that recognition … but I don’t know that I want it. “ she refocused on antigone and directed her question at them directly, just a step past the introspection of name and stars; it felt terribly embarrassing, sometimes, to think about things like this in front of another person, but she was caught up in the conversation now. “ don’t all the constellations and stars feel like they’re named after someone in mythology? usually someone with a tragic story — they fell in love with the wrong person and died and got their name in the sky as consolation. being seen as a star sounds heady, but I don’t know if it’d be worth my life. “ she shrugged. it was hardly a choice anyone aside from her friend was offering her. cecily, so far, was not living a life that lead to that kind of tragedy. “ I suppose I might change my mind one day. “
❝ oh? really? fascinating ! ❞ antigone chimed in ; seemingly a simple money making scheme, with questionable legitimacy to it, but she always did find their antics adorable during muggle studies ( which apparently wasn’t the usual reaction to have towards the topic. ) ❝ i had no idea they extended real estate to the milky way. ❞ they’d completely missed the point of the concept of buying the star. but nonetheless, antigone fully agreed with the sentiment that the stars were nothing to buy, but something to earn.
❝ maybe there’s already a star named antigone then -- ❞ which would completely take away from the point of tiggy having a star named after them, finding their own place in the night sky, it was idealistic but they did always love the myths where people were remembered for their heroics in the form of a constellation, a reminder to look down at all they love for eternity. they always were such a sentimental being. ❝ -- which would take away from ever getting that acclaim for myself. or maybe i’m the star named after antigone -- ha ! ❞ if her own sarcastic tone wasn’t enough to tell that they were joking, perhaps their chorus of laughter at the somewhat badly executed joke would communicate it. ❝ get it? because . . . antigone? tragedy ? my mum really did love those bloody plays. ❞
CREON. Listen to me.
ANTIGONE. If I want to. I don’t have to listen to you if I don’t want to. There is nothing more you can tell me that I don’t know. Whereas there are a thousand things I can tell you that you don’t know. You stand there, drinking in my words. Why is it that you don’t call your guards? I’ll tell you why. You want to hear me out to the end; that’s why.
CREON. You amuse me.
ANTIGONE. Oh, no, I don’t. I frighten you. That is why you talk about saving me. Everything would be so much easier if you had a docile, tongue-tied little Antigone living in the palace. But you are going to have to put me to death today, and you know it. And that’s what frightens you. GOD! IS THERE ANYTHING UGLIER THAN A FRIGHTENED MAN!
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WHERE: victoire’s flat in london
WHEN: somewhere between february 25th and march 6th, 2024
WHO: sorry kids but this is for the adults/not attending hogwarts crew
The kettle whistled from the stove top, signaling Victoire to rush back into the kitchen to collect the warm water for tea. She carefully prepared two cups, setting them upon a tray and carrying them into the parlor. Sure she could have used magic, but there were some things she preferred to do by hand - and sometimes it was these little things that kept her distracted from her thoughts. The news about the Creature Registration Act in particular had weighed heavy on the part-veela’s mind. She was opting to not dwell on it. “Here’s that cup of tea for you, love,” Victoire smiled warmly at the other, placing the tray down on the coffee table between them. “You look a little worn out, like maybe you’ve had a bad week. Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about?” It wasn’t a surprise to see a variety of faces coming in and out of her flat - she was always there with her arms wide open, eagerly inviting all to come in and lean into her whenever they needed a crutch. And with how things have been progressing lately… It seemed like her door was more often than not open to whoever needed to stop by. “How have you been?”
antigone forced a smile / heavily lacking in the energy to manage such a facial expression. they hadn’t been sleeping / they no longer needed to sleep / and their desire to keep up some sort of fake normalcy in diet was starting to take it’s toll and no longer fully functioning organs. it was terrifying, all of it, their own condition and the state of the world managing to challenge her lack of self-preservation at every second. every corner. and now they had found themselves at their friends home, perhaps a scenic change from their little sisters, but they can’t feel bad for always using these open homes as a crutch in their less than normal lifestyle.
❝ terrible, honestly. the ‘mount of hecklers this week is like -- don’t these people have a life. ❞ they complained into the rim of the mug, hoping that drinking what used to provide comfort but now only warmth on cold lips would return some semblance of normalcy to their life. ❝ an’ like, i’ve been thinking -- you ever think we’re like, in the wrong timeline? the timeline that god abandoned ... or whatever ? ❞
lexi managed to suppress the half laugh that threatened to spill as she watched antigone stretch out on her couch. her own head was feeling a little worse for wear, but she’d never been the type to let a hangover get to her. she’d been up at 7 o’clock sharp, just as any other day, and had thrown more than one scowl her sibling’s way as she worked around them all morning. ❛ of course i’m glad you had fun, tiggy, i just didn’t expect the fun to end up all over my floor. ❜ of course, she had expected it though. what else was there to expect when it came to antigone? but the ‘ disappointed sister ’ was a role lexi had gotten all too good at playing. ❛ i’ll take the pancakes AND a hand with cleaning, thank you. ❜
a casual grin seemed to clear up all the mental fog clouding antigone’s mind ; suddenly spurred on with the concept of cooking, the sudden power to jump off the couch was found within their lithe limbs. ( though, the almost threat of having to clean up causing them to stumble. in reality, just a fault of such quick and ambitious movement in such a state. ) ❝ Well. i clearly hadn’t realised today’s your birthday, hmm ? ❞ tiggy replied, bustling past, through, and into the kitchen ; her brightness not diminished by her sisters somewhat sour disposition, nor the pounding in the back of her head. ❝ i’ll clean up on one condition. ❞ there was a pause for dramatic effect, marked by the raising of her index figure to place the number into existence, ❝ you be an absolute dove and grab the pain killers i left in your bathroom cabinet ? ❞
WHERE: Anywhere that isn’t Hogwarts.
WHEN: Anytime between February 25th, 2024, and March 6th, 2024.
WHO: Open to every adult.
“Can you believe it? I just… I’m in shock. I’m sorry for being this way right now, but I just can’t deal with it. It’s so… Dehumanizing. No, that’s not the right word. Humans are not inherently better than anyone else. It’s just fucking awful. Oh, shit. Oh for- Please excuse my language. I’m just a tiny bit angry right now.”
❝ can’t say i’m entirely shocked. no. ❞ antigone replied, surprisingly nonchalant for someone so directly effected. ❝ s’like, what else does the ministry do ‘cept fuck everything up ? ❞ daring smile at the curse. keeping with the proposed attitudes. ❝ excuse the language ; i think we all have plenty reason to be a bit angry right now. ❞
CLOSED STARTER FOR: @electrakarasu
LOCATION: electra’s apartment.
DATE: february 1st
‘ you never know when to stop , do you ? ’
❝ and what about it ? ❞ antigone replied, only know starting to come to out of whatever hell state she had put herself in last night. a party hat lopped awkwardly on her head, the top bruised in on itself, skewed, and at the point of tipping off entirely. ❝ it was my birthday ! everyone knows anything’s legal on ya birthday ! ❞ long limbs stretched out over the sofa they had just ‘woken’ up on. they rolled onto their stomach, and pushed themselves up onto their elbows -- dark yellow hued eyes glancing to their little sister with a smile over lipstick smeared lipstick. ❝ let me make it up to you for uh - - - ❞ they trailed off , destroying your home subtly implied, ❝ ooh ! what about some chocolate chip pancakes? ❞
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CLOSED STARTER FOR: @minamclaggen
LOCATION: café in wizarding london
DATE: january 30th.
‘ people still don’t take me seriously . i wanna be numb again . ’
it’s a contradiction between antigone’s dark clothes and darker choice of makeup, and the reassuring smile that graced the much older persons face. they’ve gone through the same feelings ; albeit, fleetingly, but it didn’t make them any less valid / or any less of an issue that the singer had come to triumph. ❝ but will the numbness really stop any of that ? ❞ tiggy offered; question punctuated with a sip from her spiked drink. the deep red so easily hidden in inky black, there was no point hiding it now, but antigone had quickly learned that casually sipping on blood bags was one way to disturb even the most avid ‘mixed breed’ supporters. ❝ they’d still not take you seriously unless you show them how much of a force to be reckoned with, you really are. i hope not to pry too much, but why don’t you tell me why you feel like that. the public eye is harsh, and those trolls really shouldn’t have opinions. it may be ah-- how do you say, carthiatic? ❞
“ wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself? ”
cecily cocked her head in consideration — used the time spent thinking over an answer to be sure she’d fully incorporated all the sugar into her coffee. it was nice to get to grab a quick lunch with tiggy, but the truth was cecily had had a late start to her morning and desperately needed the caffeine to kick-start her brain. not working on a set schedule was lovely, but sometimes she wasn’t convinced she was very good at it. “ I guess it depends. would I be sitting alone outside, deciding that a star was called cecily? “ she raised an eyebrow and raised her cup to lips, a tandem action, tossing the rhetorical question across the table. “ or would everyone one day decide that I could pick any star I wanted to be named cecily? because, you know, one option is far cooler than the other. “
antigone waited in thought ; part of them was simply musing the words in their head. speaking them our to the ether; grateful for having another artist so close by to receive, digest, and give that creative spark the lighting it deserved. lunch was a mindless affair for antigone now. sure, they could eat food. she could still taste it as much as anyone else could, but a certain fakeness seemed to accompany it now that left an awful distaste in the artists’ mouth. though; she wasn’t quite sure if that distaste was also just an accompanying vampiric trait.
❝ well having a star named after you -- there’s a sense of recognition -- no, pride in that one. ❞ tiggy commented thoughtfully, her words slow and fully sounded out as she considered each syllable that parted through darkly painted lips, ❝ but seeing a star / and seeing yourself in a star, forever linking it to yourself, isn’t there something kind of -- - personal about it ? ❞ she continued to muse, their words faltering slightly in clarity, ❝ everyone else knowing it was yours, guess that’s just an added bonus. guess if you find the star it’s yours to name; but i never did pay attention in astrology. ❞
❝ BEWARE MALE ARTISTS MAKING ART ABOUT EMPTINESS. NOTHING DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. GIRLS OWN THE VOID. ❞ .
MERVE BOLUĞUR? No, that’s actually ANTIGONE KARASU-LEE. Only 27 years old, this HUFFLEPUFF alumni works as a INDIE SINGER & VOLUNTEER and is sided with THE NEUTRALS. THEY identifies as GENDER NEUTRAL and is a HALF BLOOD (VAMPIRE) who is known to be MOODY, RASH, and ARGUMENTATIVE but also CONSIDERATE, DETERMINED, and REBELLIOUS. // PINTEREST. SPOTIFY.
tw for slight reference manipulation. gas lighting. etc. + drug + drinking mention.
ANTIGONE KARASU LEE.
BIRTHDAY: JAN 31st. AGE: 27.
JOB: INDIE SINGER ( POP-ROCK) & VOLUNTEER & ST. MUNGO’S
SEXUALITY: PAN SEXUAL. GENDER: GENDER NEUTRAL/FLUID
PRONOUNS: SHE/HER/THEY/THEM ( any really ! they don’t care ! )
WAND: willow / phoenix core / 14 1/2″ / brittle
PATRONUS: phoenix. (formerly an owl.)
PINTEREST. SPOTIFY.
BIO.
tl;dr ver. antigone, stage name tiggy, is the lead singer and bass player of an independent rock-pop band at night, and a volunteer at st. mungo’s hospital by day. the child of tulip karasu and barnaby lee, antigone is the definition of an anarchist. a rebel. believing in no order or rule that should go unbroken. a wild child; they lived with no care. till they half died. and now like the antigone of fiction, they’re stuck in the world between with only their music as their confidant of their vampiric infliction [ until recently when they dropped it randomly at their last concert as a FUCK YOU to the ministry / because STICK IT TO THE MAN. if no one else were going to stick up for their rights / tiggy SURE AS HELL WAS. ]
the actual history.
Tulip Karasu & Barnaby Lee where year mates at hogwarts ; they didn’t run in the same circles all the time, but had somewhat fleeting, yet fiery encounters. They were never a “thing”, they were never meant to be a “thing” — but it was just a case of a school reunion getting way too rowdy for comfort.
It took Tulip three months into the pregnancy to notice that anything was wrong; being such a live in the moment women, she barely noted that her period hadn’t come in months —- and by that point, she thought it far too late to do anything about. but it put her life on stand-still; which was a lot to say for the rebellious woman.
eventually; she gave birth to a beautiful little spirit named antigone. ( Tulip had recently been on holiday to greece and saw what she considered to be a lovely play. )
Then began the search to track down the father; because tulip was not going through this alone. Recounting the possible affairs; she managed to narrow it down to one barnaby lee. a discovery that left Tulip in shock, but only met by ‘goo’s & ga’s’ from the little antigone.
Barnaby’s family wasn’t thrilled with this news; they were reluctant to accept the halfblood into the family. they demanded lee be added to the name, but barnaby and tulip settled it outside, deciding it better if antigone was raised solely by tulip — with barnaby providing financial support and occasional visits, and finally with adding lee to the last name. It worked as an appeasement to both families, and created a calm, yet still exceedingly tense familial relationship.
Tulip … tried as a mother, but wasn’t that best, often not sure of what things were age appropriate — and also instilled a blatant disregard for any rules in antigone. safety? wearing helmets? listening to adults? never heard of them. they lived without consequences and wholly in the moment.
they were terrible at school; their one defining trait being their performances in the frog choir ( a bargain plea made to stop them from expelling antigone ) which later evolved into antigone creating their first band as part of a rebellion of the frog choir. the group was well received, and whilst not anything permanent, it provided a launching pad that antigone used to propel her career straight out of graduation.
she quickly went from working in bars, to clubs, to headlining festivals. she wasn’t popular, because their brand was indie it wasn’t meant to be mainstream, or liked by everyone, it was meant to be real, and a rebellion. they sang about their love, their emotions, whatever was on their mind at the time. not all of their songs were liked,( specifically the 30 second one where she just screamed fuck you [redacted]).
economic success meant little to antigone, and most of their profits were put into volunteering and helping out the less fortunate. the little they did save went towards a friends and family backpacking trip around europe ; of which was the beginning of the end.
she finished up her last tour and packed her stuff in a little backpack, unwittingly waving behind her past life. when they reached albania in their tail end of the trip antigone fell in love. she fell hard. like a body from a balcony. she was entranced by this willowy stranger she met at a club — how he could press all her buttons and drive her utterly and completely wild. her brain was fog and their thoughts muddled. they told their friends to go on without them, that she was going to pursue a relationship with this guy seriously.
and she did. for a week. heavy drinking, partying everynight, she was living recklessly, as if tomorrow was never going to come. completely in the moment that she never realised that their trips to clubs soon became trips to crazy weird castles, and that all her new friends ? well, they were vampires.
and they were merciless in turning her / hunting her for hours as part of their crazed amusement, that the fog has been mind control, pheromone control, that they had weedled inside her brain and manipulated her from the very start.
they found her determination / her strength and rigidness in the situation admirable — and they left her, left her to forever be cursed with vampirism in this forest now miles away from home ; with her friends thinking her to abandoned them all.
it was lucky that being a vampire gave you a certain resilience, that with no money in her pocket, and only a rucksack full of clothes, that they could walk all the way back home. she caught rides here and there, their vacation of a lifetime certainly turning out to be just that.
for now antigone was a creature between life and death / caught in the sweet spot in the middle of almost immortality.
but more importantly to the singer ; she had a plethora of new material sthey had written over the period of travels.
she had disappeared into almost obscurity during her 4 month absence, a few rumours had circulated about what she had been up to, but none really caught the media’s intention until the slightly paler and hollow looking antigone suddenly dropped a new ep. her darkest and deepest trackless, a delve into the chaos that had been plaguing her thoughts. suddenly; those rumours began to circle like crazy — where she had been? what had happened? everyone wanted to know the context of the lyrics, the deep meaning hidden behind them! a real life conspiracy theory.
That was three years ago, and since then, antigone had gone back to her old schedule — using the fact that she no longer needed to sleep to volunteer at mungo’s when not on tour. they adopted a neutral position in the war / despite knowing half her family probably veered towards the death eaters, and the other towards the order, antigone saw neither side as righteous. they would lean closer to the order if pushed / but refuses to tie themselves down to any organisation and instead campaign independently. especially as her own rights began to be put on the line they felt that they couldn’t be represented by either group. but despite being neutral she is very forthright in her opinions.
CURRENTLY.
In relation to recent events; and her rebellious nature — antigone outed herself as a vampire at her latest concert. in a moment of support of all the other halfbreeds now put in danger by the ministry’s forced registration she thought that she would decide to come out on her own terms rather than their own. it was a shock to everyone; despite it being a heavily thought about conspiracy theory.
anyway thank you !!!!!!!! in terms of connection ideas ; i’d love groupies / general groupies / students they may have mentored in the holidays / please just give her fans they DESERVE it / relationships ?? / the group of friends that went on the #worstholidayever 3 years ago / people that would probs be in like a demonstartion/protest group you know the idea
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