. ✧ . * . ⌜ nico hiraga, twenty-three, cismale, he/him / falling by harry styles + the soft thump thump thump of a skateboard’s wheels traveling across corridor stone, a dank herbal smell clung tight to wrinkled shirts, and trying to make a leap year out of your birthday for fear of growing up.⌟ hey, have you met ANTHONY “ANT” OTTERBURN yet? they’re a FIFTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a HUFFLEPUFF. makes sense given they tend to be a bit RELAXED and UNSERIOUS. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the NEUTRAL side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.
tw: drug use, intense guilt, potential drug/alcohol abuse, death mention
full name: anthony 'ant' kei otterburn
date of birth: october 17th
star sign: libra
place of birth: cork, ireland
family: gin otterburn (father), brigitte stump (mother), esme otterburn (younger sister, npc)
sexual orientation: dislikes labels, very much an open-minded individual.
religion: atheist.
tattoos: countless at this point, but some standouts are: a little ghost ripping a bong near his right elbow, a 'meh' face in his ear, a fish riding a bike on his left thigh, a frog failing at skateboarding on his left ribcage, and a leafy sleeve down his right arm.
style: vintage shirts with stains that haven't been magic'ed away yet, a beanie present regardless of weather, white socks stretched past the ankle, black and white vans, a jean jacket one size too big, a second jean jacket spattered with various patches, beaten converse, flannel shirts always worn open, an array of solid colored hoodies, dad jeans with rips at the knees, questionable dad caps.
the soft thump thump thump of a skateboard’s wheels traveling across corridor stone, the pain of tattoo needle and for no added meaning, assignments turned in perpetually late, a dank herbal smell clung tight to wrinkled shirts, a false feeling of home, dad caps turned backwards, cat hair clinging to jeans rolled twice at the hem, escaping to the roof of the tallest tower and ignoring the fearful beat in your chest, growing unsanctioned plants in the back of your dormitory closet, forever kicking your feet up, putting blinders on for prophet headlines, and trying to make a leap year out of your birthday for fear of growing up
let's get the important part out of the way first— anthony couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him by his given name aside from three occasions: 1) the first role call in class, 2) anything to do with the ministry, and 3) when he went had put himself into trouble, earning a tongue lashing from his mother. those aside, he was ant. a small few called him otto, a riff off his family name but regardless it was always a nickname.
but back to before the very start, his parents had been hogwarts sweethearts, finding each other officially in their third year and, well, making that history. they weren't a perfect couple by any means but they loved one another, still do, and created a happy home for their two children to grow up in.
a happy, regular, standard, perfectly fine childhood... up until his sister never displayed any signs of magic. esme and anthony had been a set of irish twins, close from the very start. but things started to splinter when ant had his first case of accidental magic and hers never came. a long lists of incidents confirmed ultimately by a lack of hogwarts letter on her part. she'd taken off to america instead, a fracture turned continents wide. it wasn't that they didn't like each other anymore, or that they argued... there had just become this painful sense of different. and for ant a sense of guilt.
ant had learned early into his hogwarts career, thanks to some upperclassmen, how to get out of his head about everything. so those that knew him early, might've remembered his quieter era, but come late second year onward, ant had become both a relaxed individual and someone constantly placing himself into trouble. funny how occupying your thoughts with escape routes and a mary jane haze affected things.
likely absentmindedly, the hufflepuff found himself drawn to activities more muggle, less magic. he liked plants because it reminded him of his mother's garden, (and other reasons). he picked up skateboarding from his neighbor, now prone to skate through the hallways, travelling from class to class. and most of his tattoos were even muggle, save the frog— that one he gotten magic'ed on after losing some stupid bet. funny, he didn't even remember what it'd been about now, yet the frog was there, and would remain.
with the incoming war, it's not that ant doesn't believe it's happening, it's that he'd like to forget it is. like, fuck, merlin forbid he's allowed to have some time to enjoy himself (especially if dying is supposedly on the table). and clearly none of them were safe if harry potter was one of the first casualties. he'd been fortunate enough to not have been in the stands at the time, having dipped during the long wait to take a fews puffs in a dark corner under the structure. in fact, he didn't understand what had happened until hours later in the common room. he thought he misheard, that the weed had tangled things but... no. three guesses what he did after that. it's why ant is the person to go to if you need an escape. he's in his twenties, he wants to act and exist like he's in his twenties. he didn't remember signing up for a war when he came to school.
came into hogwarts pet-less, but was graced by the cat distribution system. really, he's not sure who could have lost their cat with everyone around, especially with the posters he'd posted to follow, but somehow, that ginger cat wound up in his dormitory, on his bed for some reason that one tuesday morning. And he just never left. elmer continues to be a loving pain in his ass to this day.
operates mostly on a 'why not' mentality, which is what led to him on the quidditch team as a beater. it's not something he wants to pursue professionally, something he hardly takes seriously at this level, but his buddy needed a partner and ant was always the sort to answer the call.
seriously, he'll try and fail right alongside you. not one of his friends ends up in detention alone without him. and injuries? if not earned by him solely, you bet he's matching. he goes along with things, as if he's got something to make up for.
… as usual...... still figuring out more cause 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, stoner buddies, party friends, flirtationship, exes, fwb, one night stand, one-sided crush, old crush, enemy, annoyance, good influence, skateboarding friends, his sister's friends/exes/connections, extended fam… others that i cannot think of
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