Tucked away in a remote area just off the North Pacific Coast lies the island known as Fantasia. Beyond its name, little is known about the mysterious isle, and even less about its reclusive owner. Recently, rumors of a newly erected luxury resort housed on the island have begun to emerge. With those rumors came tell of a sweepstakes hosted by the island's owner- Mr. Thomas. The resort has been built. The sweepstakes have been opened. Now, the first ever guests are being welcomed onto Fantasia. Complete with top-tier cabins, five-star food, and views unlike any other, it is easy for newcomers to become entranced with all the island has to offer. However, the more time spent on the island, the more apparent it becomes that everything is not always as it seems...
before the evening’s ball, ayumi visited godric’s hallow early to enjoy the fair. it was different from the fairs she was used to in wizarding kamakura, but they seem to be equally entertaining, if not far more bold. she rather enjoyed the games, taking on a ring toss, which she favored. but nothing made her more excited than the dueling tournament. as a skilled duelist herself, she was interested in learning how british professional duelists differ from japanese ones.
“oh, that’s a mistake,” ayumi muttered, though seeing as she sat next to strangers, they were still likely to hear. as she predicted, the witch who went on the offensive and quite literally yelled out her spell, only to cast it two seconds late, was immediately blocked by her opponent with a wordless spell. “it would help if she wasn’t yelling every spell she’s trying to throw.” she mused aloud, though it sounded a bit mean, considering not every magical person was good at non-verbal spells.
Dueling had never been a sport which Andres had seen much use in for himself. While he understood the point of the sport, and perhaps could even bring himself to understand the excitement behind it for others, the entire event had always served to make the wizard somewhat nervous. While he’d never seen a truly terrible or horrific injury first-hand, he had most certainly heard stories from those who had. Andres was not known for being an excessively nervous person by nature, however cautious might have been a word more appropriate.
However, as was the case with the majority of the situations he found himself in, Andres had been drawn to the fair’s Dueling Tournament solely for its draw for others, and the story he was certain readers would insist upon having of the Dueling Tournament taking place during this year’s Season. He’d found what he’d believed to be a seat with a near-perfect view, though it took no time for him to realize that he’d managed to position himself next to an obviously invested and dedicated fan. Though he attempted to maintain his composure, he could not stop the smile which overcame his face, nor the laughter which bubbled up from his throat. “My, you certainly are quite versed on the intricacies of the tournament. Would it be safe to assume you yourself partake in the sport?”
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in a quiet room of the manor, far from the libations and festivities of the abbott ballroom, saem’s gentle fingertips idle at the ivory keys of a pianoforte —— a soft tune filling the room. the notes the healer plays are hesitant and disjointed from lack of practice, but the melody has a tender and quiet charm of its own, regardless, and saem lets the sound carry him away —— imagining that he’s not here at this ball ; but instead, wandering through a forest at dawn —— lungs filled with the scent of bluebells adorned with glimmers of morning dew.
saem adored people ; he adored being able to connect with them, hear their stories, and part feeling as though he’d just revelled in something special, and something shared —— but there was something about the dizzying glamour of social season events such as this that made him uneasy —— made him yearn for something free of pretence, and social pressure, and status ; made him appreciate the peacefulness of solitude.
the echo of footsteps by the entrance of the room pulls saem out of his reverie —— brown eyes warm with a smile as he sights his new companion. “ ‘haven’t lost your way now, have you ? ”
While the festivities swirling around Andres provided quite the opportunity to draw what were sure to be several wonderful and vibrant stories for him to write about, there was no denying that at times, the bustle of it all proved to be a tad overwhelming. As such, Andres found himself searching for a bit of peace, a bit of a break, a small reprieve from everything. Of course, like everyone, he had attended in the hopes of finding someone to match with as well, but already it seemed his work had taken precedence, something he simply wasn’t aware of how to avoid.
Andres had found himself wandering the halls, taking in the elegance of the decor surrounding him. He’d been lost in thought, wondering whether he might be successful in either of his ventures. It was then that his attention was drawn by a soft melody, making its way through the halls. Following the sound, Andres crept around a corner, tipping his head to bring into view the other person, playing to their heart’s content. Andres tried to remain silent, though drew attention to himself near-immediately. Grace had never truly been his forte, and he proved this to himself once more when he lost his balance, stumbling into the room.
“Uh- My...I apologize.” He spoke, stumbling over his words as he righted himself. “No, no I haven’t lost my way. Not any more than I might assume you have. I was simply seeking...” His words fell as he shrugged, giving a half-smile. “...A moment. I am certain, given your own position, that is a sentiment you understand.” Stepping forward, he placed his fingertips carefully against the piano’s back. “Please, do not allow me to interrupt. You are very skilled, obviously. Talent such as that deserves to be heard.”
“oh, i’m flattered!” she said, surprised by the compliment quickly followed by the exact desire she’d had. “this? i made this, i’m a seamstress. i made half the gowns and suits in the room tonight. i’d be happy to make you a gown, or several, if you’re interested?” even if she didn’t find herself a partner she knew she could promote her business and being a self made woman had to be attractive to someone here. “i use the highest quality fabrics and gemstones, of course.”
Georgia smiled brightly at the woman’s gratefulness, nodding slowly as her eyes took in the gown once more. Hearing the other discuss her profession, and with such an eager nature, excited Georgia, her mind wandering to each possibility. “It is obvious you possess such a great talent! Truly, I am thoroughly impressed. I can only imagine how gorgeous your other designs are! Though, given that detail, it appears I do not need to imagine. I was just thinking how gorgeous most everyone here looks. Now, I know why.” Stepping closer to the other, Georgia tipped her head, imagining the possibilities. “I would most certainly feel quite guilty for bringing your work up further while we are all here for such a glorious event, you deserve the opportunity to enjoy yourself. However, I will most assuredly take your information, and send you an owl the moment the festivities have ended.” Glancing out at the dancing crowd, Georgia sighed, turning back towards the other. “You know, a dress as gorgeous as yours deserves to be seen, directly at the center of this all. I do not intend to be forward, darling, but...Might I be able to entice you into a dance?”
August had been wandering the fair without purpose, grateful to finally desert the ballroom floor in favor of the relaxed outdoor environment. But his gaze was captured by a flash of red hair, and the sight of it could still make his heart race and his breath catch. August watched Estelle’s determined concentration, and chuckled as she missed once again. He wanted to make the disappointment disappear, so he approached her without realizing his feet were propelling him forward.
“You were close!” August said encouragingly, nodding at the goldfish bowls in front of them. “The fish are determined to see you win, look at that one glancing at you, begging you to take him home.” He pointed at one of the fish, who didn’t seem to be glancing their way at all, but that was beside the point. August picked up another ball and handed it to Estelle with an eager smile. “One more try, I believe this will be the winner.” He placed the ball in her hands, brushing his fingertips against hers. It had been some time since he’d been at Hogwarts, but he still felt the maddening urge to hold her hand and make her laugh.
Estelle blushed immediately at August’s encouragement, her head dipping towards her chest as her grin widened. “You’re simply saying that to make me feel better, August. I do appreciate your efforts, however I realize that my skills are lacking in this particular area.” Chuckling, Estelle tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, cheeks reddening slightly. Turning, she followed August’s gaze, glancing over at the fish as she took a small step forward. “Oh, I am certain you are correct. Truthfully, I have been attempting to aim for one fish in particular. That one, just there-” She said, leaning forward to guide his gaze to a fish in the center of the bowl configuration. “Between you and I, I have already picked a name for them.”
Estelle’s eyes fell to the ball in his hand, moving to accept it gratefully. As she took the ball from August’s hand, Estelle’s fingertips grazed the man’s own, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she drew the ball towards her chest. “Do you? Well, I have always trusted your sense of judgement, August. You have always had quite the impeccable sixth sense.” Her tone was teasing, eyes searching his expression for any hint of amusement. Turning, she leaned forward once more, stepping up to the booth as she regained the concentration she’d displayed moments before. Slowly, she raised her arm, lining up the ball with the top of the fishbowl. With a deep breath, she tossed the object gently, hoping it would land precisely where she wanted. To her surprise...It did.
“August!” Estelle exclaimed, giving a small jump as she clapped her hands together. Turning towards him, she extended her arms to envelop him in a quick hug, squeezing his figure gently in her excitement. “My, you truly must be my good luck charm! Have any of the games caught your own eye? Perhaps I could accompany you to the booth- to determine whether I too am your good luck charm, you see.”
The years spent in Hogwarts felt such a lifetime away - Basil was almost surprised when Estelle did remember him. He felt so much had happened; so much had changed, since those simplistic days… but perhaps, for her, life had unfolded uneventfully.
“Ah, I appreciate that,” Basil chuckled. He’d loved the sport, back in the day - he was a force of nature, using brute strength and reckless speed to his advantages, and struck fear into those on broomsticks in the pitch. “Not so much in the recent years, though I do love to spectate a rousing game. I try to attend tournaments, when work allows.”
He’d grown used to people asking how he was now. The smile never reached his eyes. “Quite well,” The Carrow twin lied. “And yourself, Lady Weasley? Do you often find yourself in London this time of year?”
Perhaps some may have considered Estelle’s memory to be a bit too honed, too refined, too precise, the truth was that it was simply the way she had always been. While those around her seemed to struggle endlessly with remembering people, places, faces, and names, Estelle hadn’t ever found any of the above to be particularly challenging.
“I simply speak the truth, you know. Though my loyalty always did lie with Gryffindor’s team, I am by far not too proud to admit you yourself provided quite the amazing opposition, each time our teams faced one another.” She nodded at his comments, smiling softly. “I am glad to hear it, truly. The sport does provide a certain level of entertainment which is only very rarely met outside of such a stadium. Though, I cannot myself say that I have watched a game start to finish...Well, since Hogwarts, I do believe. What is it that you do, Basil? I have no doubt someone of your stature managed to procure a highly established position.”
Always having been fairly good at reading others, Estelle sensed something which seemed a bit off about the other, something mildly askew. Still, she could not have been certain of what, and with the relationship between them never having been what one might have considered close in any sense of the word, she assured herself it was simply a case of nerves, leading her to be oversensitive. Nerves, and a trick of the light. That was all. “Wonderful to hear, Basil. As for me, I have been quite well myself. Working in Hogsmeade has its days of course, but by and large I must admit, I find myself quite content.” Estelle laughed at his question, shaking her head. “Not at all, no. I have not attended such an event in years. While I cannot speak to what has made this year quite different from the others, the fact remains that it is. Perhaps it is a hunch. But...Something drew me to the festivities this year- the Season, of course- and so...Here I am!” Her head tipped back slightly as she grinned to herself, teeth fussing lightly with her lower lip as her mind teemed with possibilities. “And what of you? Are you able to visit the city frequently? Rather, when work allows, I suppose the question should be phrased.”
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ever since he walked into the ball, he’d been messing with the piece of paper he’d been given without explanation. it was just blank…. did it mean something? looking around, guangli made sure others had one– many did. those not accompanied by someone. so– the single people. leaning over to the person standing beside him; he hummed. “do you know what this paper is for…. do you think we won a prize or something? oh! is it like– you are the 100th person that walked through the doors, you win a big prize!”
Georgia had taken the scrap of paper she’d been offered upon her entry to the ball, turning it over several times between her fingers, cocking an eyebrow each time she glanced back, and the very same remained blank. Glancing around, she’d nearly decided on tossing the paper into the trash when a voice next to her drew her attention. “I haven’t the slightest clue.” She admitted with a shake of her head. The other’s assertion made her laugh, smile spreading on her lips as she shrugged. “I couldn’t say, thought wouldn’t that be something. I cannot imagine what sort of prize they might give at an event such as this one. I would be interested in learning, however.” Pausing, she took in a quick breath. “I have been studying it. Though, as of late, I have been unable to draw a conclusion- they could serve so many a purpose. My name is Georgia, Georgia Bones. Pleasure.”
she stood near the wall, goblet of pumpkin juice in her hands that at least hid the way they had been shaking when she walked in. she took a deep breath, envious of the happy, dancing couples, she wished to be one of them if only to just get this over with. wearing a design of her own creation, she played with the citrines sewed in when a voice lifted her out of her reverie. “oh, yes well, no one has asked me just yet. but i am sure someone will come along with the courage to. have you, danced yet i mean?”
It had been the dress which caught Georgia’s eye, holding her attention from across the room and through several conversations of her own. No matter the angle, each view of the creation revealed more. Finally, she’d made her way over, coming to a half tentatively next to its wearer. The question regarding dancing had been an introduction- something to open communication between them which might lead to the gorgeous garment. “My, my.” She said with a shake of her head. “If you have yet to be asked, there definitely exists no hope for me. You, my dear, are quite stunning- I hope you do not mind my saying. Might I ask, where is it you purchased your dress? It is absolutely gorgeous.”
As soon as Basil’s shoulders released their tension and he sank into the comfortable velvet of the cushion, the woman was speaking brightly; and he recognized the tone very well. The flushed cheeks from hours of dancing, the adrenaline clipping at each word, and the beauty of it all infectious, making everyone seem like your dearest friend - Basil used to feel the same.
That was a long time ago, though. Now, he gave a patient but withdrawn half-smile in response. “Hopefully soon,” He confirmed, head tilting as she landed on recognition of her own. Basil hadn’t realized it was her at first, but from the moment she began speaking, he’d placed her as Estelle. “Basil Carrow,” The wizard answered easily, smile growing into more of a grin. He’d had a friend who had crushed on Estelle pretty hard, back in the school days; they’d mourned once she left Hogwarts, three years ahead of them. Ah, if they could see him now. “I was a couple of years behind you at Hogwarts. Slytherin, and I played quidditch.” Basil didn’t exactly expect for Estelle to remember him, in all honesty.
Estelle nodded, head cocked as her companion spoke. Certainly, she had proven herself long ago to be much more likely to recall faces over names, and while she had been far from what anyone might have considered popular during her time at Hogwarts, she had taken note of nearly everyone she came into contact with. Slowly, she nodded, the man’s name rolling through her mind as she attempted to attach it to any sort of memory. “Basil...” She repeated, eyes blinking.
The reveal of his house, and his involvement in the school’s Quidditch teams brought a spark to her eyes, back straightening as she nodded with a bit more enthusiasm. “Basil, of course! I do remember you! That is to say, I remember your presence on campus, particularly so behind your talent on the Quidditch pitch. Dare I ask whether you find yourself playing such a sport frequently these days?” She laughed, tipping her head back a bit, eyes sparkling. “Tell me, Basil, how have you been?”
He smiled, his head cocking to the right as he accepted the platitude. It was polite and though quite silly- it did make him feel a bit better about losing. “That much I must admit to.” He chuckled with a deferential shrug. “We had pixies on the Beauxbatons lawns constantly, but the trick was to placate them with compliments and shiny things. They were much like much of the student body that way.” He grinned. He loved his Alma Mater, but it had a reputation that was well earned.
“I appreciate your unshaken faith, Miss Weasley.” He took her hand as he bowed, a practiced move that had his wand flicking behind his back to produce a rose as he pressed his lips politely to her hand. He plucked it from his wand and held it out to her with a warm smile as he straightened up, his eyes dropping to his mussed uniform with a laugh. The offered rose was an acknowledgement of her pureblood status and a tradition that had existed so long within the Rosier family that it most assuredly predated the name itself.
“Captain Rosier, but you can call me Louis, so long as no one hears.” He winked, cheeky. She didn’t have the refinement of some of the girls he had grown up with, those with silver spoons so rarely had the openness he found in Estelle’s eyes.
Estelle’s eyebrows shot up, her head nodding slowly as the corners of her lips began to turn down slightly, in surprise. “Beauxbatons, you say? My, you have come a distance, haven’t you? I have heard of the beauties your Alma Mater holds, it must have been quite the treat to attend such a place.” Estelle chuckled at the man’s jest, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly atop her smile. “Ah, it seems your sense of humor has suffered no blows over the course of this endeavor. A pleasure.”
Estelle’s cheeks reddened at the other’s actions, eyes following his form as his lips met her fair skin. The rose produced upon his return to eye-level drew her attention, bringing another smile to her own lips. “My, you most assuredly understand the importance of first impressions, good Sir. My sincerest thanks to you.” Her tone was soft as she reached for the gift, bringing it immediately to rest lightly against her nostrils, inhaling deeply.
The addition of his title and the sudden recognition of his uniform drew a curtsy from Estelle, a show of respect. “You have my apologies, Captain. I am unable to say were my mind has been, perhaps I was paying too little attention. At any rate, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Louis’ wink did not escape her notice, and she chuckled again, shaking her head. “I would be remiss were I not to ask whether your focus of study happened to be charms, Louis.” The bounce of her eyebrows and the lightness of her tone indicated her own joke. “Tell me, are you looking forward to the Season this year?”
* ✧ ˚ ( mj rodriguez | trans female | she/her ) — i just saw GEORGIA BONES in london! they say the PUREBLOOD is from UNITED KINGDOM, likely here for the season or that nasty business with travers, which explains them WORKING AS A HERBOLOGIST/HERBOLOGY SHOP OWNER. i think i’ve heard it said that they are TWENTY EIGHT, and attended HOGWARTS/RAVENCLAW, but that’s not all too interesting, so let’s get into the nitty gritty. the rumors say that they are INTELLIGENT & THOUGHTFUL, but i’ve also heard whispers of them being BROODING & DISTRUSTING. i don’t mean to speculate, but from what i’ve heard, they seem to align with THE NEUTRALS, isn’t that just interesting?
Full Name: Georgia Louise Bones
Nicknames: G, GiGi
Age: 28
Birthday: June 30
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Blood Status: Pureblood
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Ravenclaw
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Herbologist & Shop Owner Roots&Bones Herbology
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual
Positive Traits (+): Intelligent, Thoughtful, Understanding, Logical, Even-Keel
Negative Traits (-): Brooding, Distrusting, Complicated, Withdrawn, Reserved
HEADCANONS
Georgia was born June 30, 1847 in London, England. The Bones were a well-known and prominent Magical family, with ties to Hogwarts and the Ministry dating back to the early 20th century.
Growing up presented a bit of turmoil for Georgia. Her family’s status often brought with it pressures she would have most certainly cared to abandon. Always expected to act, speak, and dress a certain way, The expectations seemed to follow her everywhere, their weight dragging at her in ways she found difficult and near-impossible to rid herself of.
Throughout school, Georgia always performed excellently, showing above-average intelligence for nearly all subjects from an early age. The same persisted through her time at Hogwarts, earning her many accolades and advantages.
Though Georgia is, at her core, a sweet and caring person, she sometimes gets lost behind the cool exterior she adopted in childhood. In many ways, this was a defense mechanism, an attempt to block herself from the onslaught of commentary from her family telling her that she wasn’t good enough, that no matter how well or how much she performed, she never would be.
When she arrived at Hogwarts, Georgia was immediately sorted into the Ravenclaw house, a bit of a surprise to her family and those who knew them. Still, it fit- her intelligent nature and passion for academics, coupled with several key personality traits made the sorting make sense.
Her time at Hogwarts was enjoyable, though Georgia primarily kept to herself. She maintained a few close friendships, and though she was not disliked, she was by no means popular.
Early on, Georgia took a liking to Herbology, thoroughly enjoying its study. Upon graduation from Hogwarts, she decided to pursue the study as a profession.
After studying under an aged and respected Herbologist, Georgia went out on her own, working for several shops, practices, and nurseries before deciding to open one of her own. Two years ago, she made her dream a reality, opening her own Herbology shop in Hogsmeade.
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Estelle’s eyes narrowed, her tongue moving to rest between her teeth as she concentrated. Doing her best to focus, she attempted to line her hand up perfectly with the tops of the fishbowls in front of her. The moment she’d passed the ring-toss game, who’s prize was none other than a brilliantly orange goldfish, swimming merrily in its bowl, Estelle had known she had to stop. It hadn’t occurred to her that sports of any kind had never been within her realm of tuned skill-sets; it was her determination which propelled her forward. After yet another failed toss, she huffed, shaking her head at herself.
A figure approaching from her left caught her eye, and she turned slightly, offering an obviously frustrated smile. “You know, I do realize it would be much simpler to simply purchase a fish. At this point, I am convinced I would find more luck summoning a fishing pole and bait. But...I find that quite takes the fun of having the fish from the equation. Wouldn’t you agree?” Pausing, she fully took in the man before her. Immediately, her expression brightened, her smile spreading. “August!” The sight of him stole a beat from her heart, her fingertips flying to rest at the base of her throat. In an instant, the feelings she’d harbored for the man standing before her sprung forward, breath catching in her throat. “I- Oh, my. It is wonderful to see you again! I- You’re here! Goodness. You’re looking well, how...How have you been?”
The last time Basil had attended a ball of any kind, he’d been a married man; and before even that, always secured as taken in some way. When your parents decide a match when you were fifteen, it tends to happen; and though Basil stands on the sidelines once more a taken man, it feels so fresh, undiscovered, and new in a way… enough to make a man usually seeping with confidence feeling quite like a fish out of water.
It seemed that the safest zone of participation, for now, would be the small sitting chairs & lounges placed just off from where couples danced. Lightly populated, a stand of drinks nearby; it was involved yet removed, just as Basil hoped to be. Taking a seat on a lavishly plush two-seater, he dipped his head in a greeting. “Do you mind if I take this seat? I am waiting for someone to arrive, and honestly, I don’t know how long it has been since I have attended one of these things.”
The ball was truly nothing short of gorgeous, and it seemed that no matter which way she looked, Estelle simply could not find one place for her eyes to land. The beauty of the mansion surrounding her far exceeded nearly everything she’d ever been exposed to- her own background rooted in a far less luxurious lifestyle and way of living. Already, it felt as though she had managed to dance more than she’d ever done in her life, and the night wasn’t nearly over. Aching feet and smarting ankles drew her momentarily to an unoccupied seat on the outskirts of the festivities, allowing her the reprieve she required. Sliding into the nearest empty space, she raised one foot and then the other, giving each ankle a squeeze before settling back against the seat.
Estelle nodded as her newfound companion took the space next to her, smiling brightly as he settled himself. “Not at all! Please, feel free!” Nodding, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her hear. “Oh, how wonderful! Will they be arriving soon? Hopefully so. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss such a beautiful opportunity! Especially since this seems to be a rare treat for you. I am the same, mind you. I believe the last ball I attended was...My, it must have been when I was still in school. How funny. My name is Estelle Weasley, by the way. I must say, you look quite familiar to me...What is your name?”
Aleksi had been eying the table of drinks since he’d arrived with his family, but his disappointment with the available options was evident by his crestfallen expression. “You can’t be serious,” he groaned, picking up a glass and sniffing the concoction. If there was any liquor in here, it would be negated by the sugary punch. “I’m not dancing until I get a large glass of firewhiskey,” he firmly told the person next to him. “And I can’t disappoint the witches of London, so please tell me you know where they are keeping the good stuff.”
Alcohol hadn’t ever been something which drew Andres’ interest. Of course, he’d partaken in a few nights of Meade-induced debauchery in his younger years, and just after his graduation from Hogwarts, however beyond that, the wizard held no real opinion. The spread of options laid upon the table before him left his jaw agape, head tilting curiously in an attempt to gain a better view of each bottle and its contents, brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of many of the unfamiliar names. “I’m sorry...” Andres began with a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t. And, frankly, I am not versed enough in such matters to even begin to know what the good stuff is, much less where it may or may not be located.” Offering a half-smile, Andres turned, studying the face of the other for a moment in a quick and silent attempt to place him before extending his hand. “Andres Lovegood. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”
Louis huffed, his hands folding politely over his belt as he eyed the fair game in front of him. He had already spent more than enough trying to best it and yet he had been left empty-handed. Not that he particularly cared for any of the stuffed prizes up for the taking, he would never hear the end of it if he were to be caught carrying a stuffed hippogriff around, but it was the principle of the matter that, well, mattered.
He frowned, the pixie he had so fruitlessly chased sticking its tongue out at him before flying away.
“I suppose that there is the reason I was always a better beater than seeker.” He joked; the sting of his failure eased in owning up to it. “I fear how my prospects bode for the dueling tournament if I cannot best a simple pixie.”
Carnivals and fairs had always been somewhat of a mystery to Estelle. Her family, never having had quite enough money to attend the events, had often heard about the games presented during such affairs. More often than not, and even among the magical community, they were spoken of in tones of frustration, occasionally even in false jest, as the speaker attempted to conceal their true contempt at having been beaten by a simple game. Having the opportunity to experience such a thing for herself, even if it did end in strife, provided Estelle with a thrill her tongue would not quite allow her to reveal. She’d stood by for a time, observing as many a contestant came and went, cocking her head at both wins and losses, doing her best to piece together the differences in strategy and approach. Thus far, she’d been relatively unsuccessful, nearly having decided that such a task truly was impossible- this wasn’t magic, it was simply the luck of the draw. The man’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she jumped slightly, turning to face him with a soft, apologetic smile upon her face.
“My sincerest apologies at your loss. Though, it is quite admirable that you attempted such a feat in the first place. Pixies may seem simple, though isn’t that the real trick? Understanding that in fact, they are not. I know plenty a wizard unable to control the likes of them, sometimes that is simply how things occur.” A tight-lipped smile and a nod of her head brought her a bit nearer, her arms moving to cross lightly over her chest. “Don’t count yourself out of the tournament just yet, I am certain your battle skills shall prevail.” Estelle chuckled softly, extending a hand for the other to shake. “Estelle Weasley. It is a pleasure...?”
* ✧ ˚ ( daisy head | cis female | she/her ) — i just saw ESTELLE WEASLEY in london! they say the PUREBLOOD is from UNITED KINGDOM, likely here for the season or that nasty business with travers, which explains them BOOKSELLER AT FLOURISH AND BLOTTS. i think i’ve heard it said that they are THIRTY, and attended HOGWARTS / GRYFFINDOR, but that’s not all too interesting, so let’s get into the nitty gritty. the rumors say that they are FRIENDLY & ORGANIZED, but i’ve also heard whispers of them being SENSITIVE & SELF-ISOLATING. i don’t mean to speculate, but from what i’ve heard, they seem to align with THE FEDERATION OF WIZARDS, isn’t that just interesting?
Full Name: Estelle Adora Weasley
Nicknames: Stella, Addy (family and close friends only)
Age: 30
Birthday: October 31
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Blood Status: Pureblood
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Gryffindor
Alignment: Federation of Wizards
Occupation: Bookseller at Flourish and Blotts
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual
Positive Traits (+): Friendly, Organized, Loyal, Determined, Ambitious, Honest, Nurturing
Negative Traits (-): Sensitive, Self-Isolating, Secretive, Closed-Off, Trust Issues
HEADCANONS
Estelle Adora Weasley was born October 31, 1845 to parents Jennavecia and Cornwall Weasley.
Despite being a pureblood family, the Weasley’s were not always respected or liked within the upper-crust wizarding world. They simply seemed to view things differently than most, not disliking or putting themselves above muggles, not agreeing with many of the politics of the time, and not possessing worldly materials or much money at all.
Through it all and regardless of their reputation, Estelle remained nothing short of loyal to and loving towards her family. Growing up, they were all incredibly tight-knit, always supporting, loving, and championing each other through thick and through thin.
At an early age, Estelle became interested in literature. Despite her friendly demeanor, friends were difficult for her to come by due to her family’s reputation, leaving the characters she read about in her books to become her friends.
At the age of 11, she received her letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Upon her arrival, she was immediately sorted into Gryffindor house, just as each of her family members before her had been.
As the eldest child in her family, Estelle has always felt a sense of pressure and responsibility, feeling as though she was viewed as the one who needed to make the family proud, to shoulder the family responsibilities, and to take a career which would help her to support them as much as possible.
Immediately after her graduation from Hogwarts, Estelle began searching for work, fining the open position at Flourish and Blotts easily and speeding into the position after one brief conversation with the owner. Working around books had always been a dream of hers, and while it wasn’t the prestigious position many might have found more appropriate, it was one which Estelle cherished.
Through her work, she has the ability to meet and talk with many people, each of whom she cherishes greatly. Estelle is friendly and easy to talk to, and always aims to make each customer’s experience the best it could possibly be.
In order to save money while still being able to help her family in any way necessary, Estelle still lives at home, commuting each day via floo powder to Diagon Alley for work.
Estelle is considered to be the “Mom Friend”, always taking the time to look our for and care for those around her.
The Season has arrived, and this year Estelle feels more pressure than ever to find a suitable match for herself. Though she’d always dreamed of and hoped for her own sort of fairy tale, her hope is rapidly waning.
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* ✧ ˚ ( sean teale | cis male | he/him ) — i just saw ANDRES LOVEGOOD in london! they say the PUREBLOOD is from UNITED KINGDOM, likely here for the season or that nasty business with travers, which explains them REPORTER FOR LOCAL PAPER (SIMILAR TO THE QUIBBLER). i think i’ve heard it said that they are TWENTY SEVEN, and attended HOGWARTS / HUFFLEPUFF, but that’s not all too interesting, so let’s get into the nitty gritty. the rumors say that they are PATIENT & UNDERSTANDING, but i’ve also heard whispers of them being MOODY & GUARDED. i don’t mean to speculate, but from what i’ve heard, they seem to align with THE FEDERATION OF WIZARDS , isn’t that just interesting?
Full Name: Andres Jorge Lovegood
Nicknames: Andy
Age: 27
Birthday: February 16
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Blood Status: Pureblood
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Hufflepuff
Alignment: Federation of Wizards
Occupation: Reporter
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual
Positive Traits (+): Patient, Understanding, Creative, Accepting, Caring, Intelligent, Idealistic
Negative Traits (-): Moody, Guarded, Impulsive, Intense, Self-Doubting
HEADCANONS adoption, shelter life tw
Andres was born on February 16, 1848. However, he possesses no knowledge of his biological parents, his place of birth, or his earliest life, outside of knowing that both of his parents were Witches/Wizards.
He was given up immediately after his birth, entrusted to a magical youth shelter to await foster or adoption. Although it is often said that adoption comes quickly for infants and young children, this was unfortunately not Andres’ experience. He remained in the shelter until the age of 8.
Spending the first 8 years of his life as he did, Andres experienced many struggles. Even as a child, he was quieter than most, always seeming to be more interested in hanging back in observation than in putting himself directly into the thick of things.
Despite his quiet temperament and demeanor, Andres showed early signs of high intelligence. He has always had a natural curiosity and thirst for learning. Excelling in school even at a young age, Andres devoured any and all information he was exposed to, taking in everything he could to help shape his view of the world.
Even in childhood, Andres proved himself to be incredibly kind, seeming to have an old soul and a natural understanding of people and their emotions. He showed signs of deep compassion and caring for others, and never had a problem extending a helping hand or a listening ear to anyone who needed it.
At the age of 8, Andres was adopted by the Lovegood family, a known family in the Wizarding world who possessed a reputation for being rather odd for the time.
Despite the nerves that came with being adopted. Andres was grateful for the family he’d been waiting for all his life. Immediately, he clicked with the Lovegood family, feeling accepted, cared for, and loved the moment he walked through their door. Andres is, has always been, and will always be incredibly loyal to his family.
At the age of 11, Andres received his letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not to anyone’s shock, though much to their excitement. Though he was nervous, he viewed this as the next chapter in his life, and the next step in his adventure. And, knowing that two of his siblings were already in attendance made things that much easier. Immediately, Andres was sorted into the Hufflepuff house, again to no one’s shock.
Throughout his time in school, Andres excelled. Although he was never the type to play Quiddich or the like, he poured his energy into his studies, and into the friends he’d made along the way. While he wasn’t at the tip-top of his class, he came in within the top 5%.
Relationships always seemed to evade Andres, and though he always dreamed of having someone to love and hold, the opportunity simply never seemed to present itself. Throughout school, he had crushes, though after two rejections and a bit of humiliation (on occasion, due to his family name), he became too shy to attempt to truly pursue anything.
Following his graduation from Hogwarts, Andres went immediately into pursuing his passion for writing. Journalism simply made sense, when combining his natural curiosity with his love of writing. Quickly, he worked through the requirements to earn his certificate, allowing him to move into a professional career.
Andres attempted to take a position at the Daily Prophet, even offering to work in the mail room and work his way up to journalist. However, he was shot down repetitively, leaving him feeling hopeless.
The offices of a publication similar to the later Quibbler found themselves with an opening, and on a whim Andres applied, and given the job. Though he preferred to write for a publication others would take seriously, Andres cherished his position, and threw himself into his reporting work, primarily focusing on what would be akin to human interest pieces.
Though others may not take his employer seriously, Andres does. He throws himself into his work, and takes it more seriously than most. Though he is occasionally required to write more off-the-wall stories, he continues to collect accurate and relevant information for additional articles.
Andres loves his family dearly and passionately, he has always wondered about his biological family. He wants to begin searching for them, but is unsure of where to begin.
With the Season upon them once more, Andres has returned to London partially to cover the events and relationships happening around him, but partially to find love of his own. He still has his reservations, and is shy beyond compare, but hopes that this will be his year.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Hufflepuff friends- those he attended school with and who were in his house.
Friends in general- these can be people he went to school with, people he works with, who know his family in some capacity or another, or those he has simply run into and formed connections with.
Interviewees- those who he has interviewed, or who he has been chasing for interviews.
A mole- someone close to Andres who has been known to feed him exclusive information about the goings-on of the Season, as well as politically with the discourse within the Wizarding World
