*/ wild ones

seven perfect children in a line for a family portrait each with a path laid out ahead of them, each with a destiny to complete. the tremblay mother saw all, adjusting sleeves on sweaters and quietly critiquing wand grip as they studied. and so she saw, of course she saw, as aurelia slowly became disenchanted with the perfect life of beauxbatons, of france, of their family. and it was she who brought up the idea of attending hogwarts college up during a family dinner, suggesting a slight change to the plan: aurelia’s diplomatic future would not be limited to the country. 

having it framed as a benefit to the family gained her father’s tentative approval, though he constantly reminded them that they needed to continue to behave as would be appropriate — no straying any further from the path than necessary. studying to be a journalist was already a stretch, hence their recruitment to the knights of walpurgis. what was more traditional and appropriate than the original group, one that lasted beyond the life of a single man? 

regardless of a pretty successful transition to life in england over the previous summer, it has admittedly just begun and they find themselves growing anxious being so far from home. regardless they are determined to make their mother proud. .

wanted connections.

new friends / acquaintances. these would mostly be people that run in pureblood circles, especially if they have any french relatives ( even distantly ) as i imagine that aurelia’s mother was probably english or irish. 

growing up in a pitch black manor with nothing brighter than a flickering candle is something that very few people understand. for years, that was lorcan’s reality: suffocating darkness and loneliness, broken only by dim candlelight reflecting off the cold stone walls. his father slept most of the waking day and his mother was rarely home, leaving him to the care of staff members who were unequipped to deal with the raising of a young child but did their best to prepare lorcan for their time at hogwarts.

regardless, they did roll up to first year wearing sunglasses at night and looking exhausted, having accidentally swapped to a nocturnal schedule a few months earlier. that combined with their undeniable pallor and obvious surname made it impossible for them to hide amongst the crowd, though their placement in ravenclaw was a blessing in that sense. they spent most of their time at hogwarts being the poster child for two things: inconsistent sleep schedules ( and napping everywhere possible ) and an unhealthy dependence on coffee. to this day, they wear sunglasses long past sunset, claiming a ‘sensitivity to light’ and refusing to ditch them.

has gained a bit of a reputation for being a flirt and a player in the past year and a half, often dating someone for a few weeks before calling it off. has no real interest in relationships beyond the social pressure and the desire to write love songs ( and they always leave relationships with a few more songs hidden in their journal ). 

similiarly uninterested in fighting in the war as they see it as a ‘human affair’. 

wanted connections. 

exes. flings. hook-ups. the ‘you said you loved me’ ‘i thought i did’ type of pairing. inspired by any number of taylor swift songs rly. 

friends. those who deal with lorcan’s quirks - the sunglasses at night, the four am floo calls, the meat that’s just a little too rare for most people’s comfort. 

for as long as tilden can recall, there was a clear divide in the toots’ family between those who fell into line and those who didn’t. except of course, they were the only one who didn’t  — others would call them the scapegoat but they disagree. they just were never the golden child and for good reason: dozens of letters home from concerned primary teachers following scuffs with other students, dozens of owls home from angry professors about missed assignments and detentions and reckless behaviour & most of all: below perfect owl & newt scores. 

and it would have been bad enough for tilden to struggle academically, but for them to struggle in the wrong house? wearing colours that clashed with the blue and bronze of their brother & father alike? it was too big of a gap for them to bridge and eventually they stopped trying to.

it was during a rather embarrassing sequence of events following their not-quite disownment in seventh year, that they managed to end up with two green thumbs. it had started with a dare  — no it had started with a party in the greenhouse long after curfew, followed by a few too many shots of firewhiskey and the idea that somebody, anybody should try to touch the new plant  — the one that the professor had quarantined in a separate greenhouse. the idea turned into a dare and tilden touched it, grinning at their success and collecting mounds of gold only to wake up the next morning with two extra digits. 

they hadn’t had any real interest in herbology until then, but honestly, what else could they do? there was no cure, there was just sadness and the opportunity for a joke and well, tilden needed to laugh at the time. so they threw themselves into their studies in the greenhouses, pulling off an O by the time that graduation rolled around and landing a fairly decent apprenticeship in a magical greenhouse in the welsh countryside.

only to be yanked back to hogwarts college and told that they would need to study in an academic setting once again ( and that was their nightmare, truly ). the last three years have been a mixed bag of partying and studying, with a side of being forced to acknowledge that the world was going to shit and they needed to do something. 

wanted connections.

friends / frenemies. people who tilden has spent time with, people who try to get tilden to do better ( perhaps ‘i can fix them’ vibes ?? )  vs people tilden has spent time with n try to get them to do WORSE ... i want both ty