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LOCATION: just outside madam puddifoot's
WHO: micah & cedric @mcgicals
the winter lights festival was proving to be just as phenomenal as everyone was saying leading up and for once, it felt good to have his expectations exceeded from what he initially expected. given, past events left him wary of attending upcoming events for fear of another attack or yet another death, but the winter wonderland was turning his mood around. he was leaving honeyduke’s intending to head for hot chocolate at madam puddifoot’s when he slipped on a patch of ice, bumping into one of the cups of tea when it dumped its hot contents over his head. ❝ well, that’s one way to keep myself warm, i suppose, ❞ micah says aloud after a moment of silence as the situation sunk in. he’s not quite sure who he’s speaking to as he swipes the knitted hat off his head and wrings out the tea before muttering a drying charm. ❝ these cups of tea are temperamental, no ?? i’d say keep your eyes peeled for them so you don’t meet my same fate. ❞
He’d watched from a distance as Micah dramatically slipped, and while a spell came to mind to assist him– Cedric instead found himself snickering too much to be of any real help. Comically, the tea poured with a dramatic hiss and leaving a trail of steam in the cold air, and he grinned when he approached. “I think they’re far less temperamental when you don’t walk straight into them.” Cedric’s smile was fond, “I hope that didn’t put you off your drink though, because I was about to head in. I can grab one for you, if you’d like.” The seeker dipped closer, dimpling as he jested. “And keep an eye out for rogue teacups at the same time.”
"oh, yeah, no.. that totally makes sense, neville. you guys are doing merlin's work, really," yet zach's features in reaction to neville's words are heavily incriminating, really all neville needs to see to know that's precisely what he was planning on doing to the poor mandrakes. truly, he does care for the boisterous rooted beasts, but he's more about making quick work of a job than making sure it's done thoroughly and without incident. there's a reason he's not specialising in herbology – he was even kicked out of the club his first year after trying to smuggle out leaves from a venomous tentacula plant to sell them. "just a few, like.. four. trying to make a potion, it calls for a handful of shredded mandrake leaves," he's definitely lying about what he's using them for, but at least he's able to recall a potion calling for them that he can distract neville with, "what even qualifies as a 'handful'?"
They knew well enough to know that Zach was up to nothing good, but curiosity killed every cat eventually– and Neville was sure that he had one or two lives still left in inventory. The spelled closet revealed rows of jars, and they navigated with ease, tapping their fingers along the bases of the glasses before settling upon one with the familiar green, broad shaped leaves. They hadn't dried completely yet, not with their newness, but it was better to give something precious to Zach than to have his friend lose his hearing for what was surely nothing more than troublemaking. Neville pulled four leaves out, peering at them in their palm before reaching for a fifth. "I think that should do it. Now I’m not the greatest at potions, but if you need a hand with one, let me know. Especially before you go plucking one of the animals or plants bald for their hairs or leaves.”
setting, hufflepuff common room. closed, for cedwic ! ♡ @mcgicals
fred’s making his way through the hufflepuff common room, after a fruitful meeting with a random hufflepuff second year who offered to trade one of his model dragons. a wide smile spreads across their face at the sight of cedric across the room, and they immediately change their trajectory to beeline straight for him, clapping their hands on his shoulders from behind when they’re close enough. “ do you think it would be distasteful to add fudge getting sacked into one of our new songs? ” fred greets with a mischievous grin as they plop down onto the plush couch next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving a squeeze. “ lisa says hi, by the way, ” they tease, unable to help themself.
It wasn’t unusual for the Weasley twins to find themselves in places that they didn’t belong, Cedric hardly blinked in when Fred materialized in the common room– though he did wince when they lurched upon him from out of sight. “I’m sure there’s already something distasteful swimming in your mind with the phrase Fudge’s sack,” he noted with a snort, “and I would be absolutely delighted to sing it for us.” He gestured towards one of the glasses of cucumber and mint water that the Hufflepuff house elves so kindly kept both chilled and full, shifting it closer to their unannounced guest. The glass nearly fell as his concentration wavered, but he coughed and regained composure. “Why’re you talking to Lisa?” Cedric leaned back, attempting to be casual once again. “Surely she has better things to do.”
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Matilda falls silent. She wants to argue. She wants to snap back that being blind or old does not equal being sick - but she doesn’t. Matilda has long since learnt that what she says holds no value. Her words fall on deaf ears because nobody wants to listen. So she stays silent momentarily, eyes darting between the ground and the cat sheltered beneath the branches. Zehras next actions, however, catch her by surprise, and she quickly moves across the muddy surface to collect Meow Meow, wrapping her up as she purrs and rubs herself against the younger girl. ‘‘ thank you ’’ it’s quiet and made more so by the rain ‘‘ you can stroke her if you want. ’’
The face that Zehra made could have curdled a bowl of sugar water. Looking at the scrawny bundle of unkempt and soggy fur, she had half a mind to cast depulso when the other girl cuddled it too close to her face. “It’s simple spellwork. Pay more attention to your studies and you won’t have to stand out in the rain yelling for help like a muggle.” Her hand did not draw from its place by her side, “If I did, I’d have to have my hand shortly cut it off. Keep it away from me and find it somewhere dry to expire.”
WAND: hornbeam with a unicorn hair core, 13" and hard
PATRONUS: wolf
BLOOD STATUS: half blood
SPECIALISING: dragonology
EXTRACURRICULARS: broom racing, quidditch league
HOUSE: gryffindor
PLACE OF BIRTH: godric’s hollow
HEIGHT: 6′2
HAIR: dark
one.
the marauders are a select few, bound by friendship and for life: they had made aurelius the playground of their youth and their legacy. when they started their own families, such a bond does not dissipate, in fact it twines stronger: links are added to the chain in the form of family, soldered on with immense love. remus lupin, a werewolf and aspiring professor, has a child with another young wix: a girl named amy. neither are prepared to raise a baby, and amy leaves the child in remus’ care shortly after bestowing him the name thaddeus, after her own father. it is truly a village that raised teddy, ( of which he was called from the very start, as thaddeus was deemed too much of a mouthful. ) when remus was busy, or when the moon hung full over godric’s hollow, he spent the night with his friends. life was good, it was easy, and magic was all around them.
two.
his godfather sirius would, if given the chance, delight in teaching them all manner of wicked spells– but instead he gave them the best foundation that he could. teddy, never the best academic, took to them like oil and water, learning at a slow pace. instead, he preferred to shoulder through lessons with physicality, storing his energy and excitement for broom lessons and quidditch. they looped around the buildings of the village at a breakneck speed. teddy was the biggest daredevil, without an ounce of fear: leaping in first, and thinking later. his first shock was the discovery of what his father was, and it tainted his perfect world and stole away the rosy hue of godric’s hollow. fenrir greyback became present in teddy’s nightmares, but it was through sheer will that thoughts of the werewolf did not stain his daily life.
three.
aurelius was an easy choice. his father is the defence against the dark arts professor, and teddy’s personality has lead him down a path that has greyed remus to no end. he studies dragonology, peering too close into the mouths of beasts that would gladly close their teeth around him. he finds joy in small things, despite how his boisterous attitude can be off putting to most. teddy is loud, amiable and athletic, earning him a rightful place in gryffindor. often he’s seen passing off a wink to a wix that catches his eye, or guzzling down one too many firewhiskeys at a party in the forbidden forest, but his love and loyalty is genetic: he’ll do anything for those that he cares about.
WAND: laurel with a dragon heartstring 11" and whippy
PATRONUS: lynx
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
SPECIALISING: magical artifacts
EXTRACURRICULARS: herbology club, aurelius choir, care of magical creatures club
HOUSE: ravenclaw
PLACE OF BIRTH: cambridge, england
HEIGHT: 5′8″
HAIR: black
one.
the story begins with the heir and the spare: titus mclaggen was born first, and weathered the pressures that were promised to make diamonds. his family carried the same brunt of his traumas in their legacy, but it was marcus ( the youngest son ) who married for love, not title: and gave birth to his only child, a daughter whom he named cressida. she was freed from the enormous weight that came with the mclaggen name, present as a slight figure behind her cousin cormac, full of joy and allowed the luxury of making mistakes in her childhood.
two.
with her magic she was not regarded as exceptional in most ways, but it is her heart and honesty that have awarded her the accolades she has acquired. cressida’s sheer attention to detail is what has shifted her focus onto magical artifacts, paired with her hunger to learn more about lost histories in forgotten objects. she’s a bleeding heart, and she’s kind- traits from her mother of whom she adores most in this world. it is to her detriment that she gives herself without second thought, offering out her heart to those who have no desire to treat it with any amount of kindness or gentility.
three.
her desire for knowledge has placed her in ravenclaw, though her nature itself almost tugged her into hufflepuff. in her spare time she is often seen wandering through the halls of aurelius, chattering away with a friend. when she seeks to be alone, she’s sunlit though the glass walls of the greenhouses, or feeding the magical creatures after class. cressida is friendly, sweet and open-minded, even if that makes her someone prone to manipulation.
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those around viktor have always whispered that he was destined for greatness. he was an ambitious child, one who sprawled and reached for high places– fearless and determined. he does not remember the move with his mother to bulgaria, nor does he remember his birth father: by nearly every definition, varna was his home. his talent on a broom seemed to be innate, others his age struggled with the spell-work to even have it raise from the ground while he was soaring laps through the sky. his step-father adopted him at the age of eight, and in his honour he changed his name to fit the harsh syllables of his bulgarian tongue.
two.
he attended the durmstrang institute when he was old enough, a school that only accepted those of the very best caliber. a reputation for teaching dark arts swirled around the school during viktor’s attendance, but his focus was always quidditch– the breakneck speed of which he flew caught the attention of those beyond the school team, and at the age of eighteen: he was accepted into the bulgarian national quidditch team as their seeker. balancing school and a professional career and the instant skyrocket into fame was a herculean feat that did incredible damage to viktor’s humility and ego, but he did so with a wicked smile on his face. the years between durmstrang and aurelius have stretched longer than most, as frequent absences for international duty and quidditch have always come before his schooling.
three.
with two world cups tucked under his belt, viktor is now a fifth year cursebreaking student in the ravenclaw house. he’s bold and egotistical, with a penchant for cruelty that mirrors the vein in him that was born in durmstrang. despite the pleas of staff and students, he does not play quidditch often at aurelius, reserving his feats for when the whole world is watching– though if one turns their gaze to the pitch on a foggy morning, they might see bulgaria’s youngest seeker racing through the mist.
WAND: fir with a dragon heartstring core 9½ " and medium flexibility
PATRONUS: adder
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
SPECIALISING: magical arts
EXTRACURRICULARS: member of debate team and astronomy club
HOUSE: slytherin
PLACE OF BIRTH: istanbul, turkey
HEIGHT: 5′7″
HAIR: brunette
one.
there is a girl born in istanbul, the youngest of three– the only daughter to a family ripe with magic. zehra’s beginnings are prodigious, as is her mother, a cursebreaker whose talent is renown in the middle east. she wants for nothing, and on her tongue every silver spoon dissolves with her greed and desire, every whim is answered, nothing is considered to be too much.
two.
it is not in her home that she is sent away to school, but within europe. her mother impresses upon her that there are no schools that can foster her talents better than those within the uk, and it is in london that she is pulled from her idyllic life and shaped into the woman that she remains today. other students were competitive, but none so much as she.
her mother’s talent was a shadow, casting over every one of her achievements. she mastered spells and could perform them better than her classmates, but her mother had done so a year earlier than she. she dominated the quidditch pitch, but her mother had been captain. it was the arts that she stumbled into, a refuge and a talent all of her own.
creativity was where she blossomed, surging ahead of her classmates in an area that her mother had never touched. her paintings sprung to life and her enchantments impressed even the most stoic of professors: they called her prodigious and she lapped up the praise and turned it into an easy arrogance.
three.
slytherin made the most sense for her upon her arrival at aurelius, it could taste her ambition but stumbled over her shoved down lack of control. zehra’s later years have been tumultuous as she struggles with temptations: self-denial is for other people and indulgence dangles before her now in every form. zehra is cunning, and cruel if required, but has a penchant for fun and mischief that reigns superior.
her mother no longer shadows her, and she is seeking out her own light: to carve out a place in the world at the end of her journey with aurelius that will have her own name being one to live up to.
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