#abintro

hi meet amycus :)

18 years young, slytherin, live laugh love

(cw parental death, vague references to abuse) take a boy, give him a twin sister, let them be super loved by their parents for a few short years until their awesome mom gets sick and unfortunately passes away, then have his dad remarry faster than him and his sister can blink. step mom? awful, horrendous woman, hates the kids, hates the world. dad? whether its grief or pressure or shame or whatever, he also becomes awful, horrendous, also suddenly seems to hate the kids he’d so loved not that long ago. 

but they’re still carrows, they’re the carrow family, pure, sacred, among those on the short list pronouncing which families in wizarding britain still hold true magic in their veins. the twins may be ignored, neglected, hurt, but they must never forget who they are.

so now you’ve got two kids stuck in a big house with two adults who want nothing to do with them. what do they have? only each other. amycus loves his sister, would quite literally do anything for her, he’ll gladly call her out when she’s being a bitch or hex her as a joke and they rumble like all siblings do but he’s also incredibly protective over her, always has been (even though she can MORE than fight her own fights)

he’s a very good lil pureblood boy!!!! great to bring home to ur parents, says all the right yes ma’am no sirs, dresses up perfectly for various galas and parties and what-have-you, is the perfect lil man of the house, great at sucking up to teachers (probably the only reason he hasn’t failed half his classes yet tbh)

his dad has essentially left all the responsibility to him - amycus will inherit everything once his old man croaks, sure, but his dad isn’t lifting a single finger for him before then. amycus is responsible for networking, socializing at events, representing the family name, finding a good career - it's all fallen onto him. he works hard to keep up the image of a perfect young man!!!

he’s also a pain in the ass when he’s able to turn that “perfect boy” persona off - the anger he’d aimed at his father and stepmother for years was able to be unleashed once he started at hogwarts, and unleashed it was - mostly at other students, notably muggleborn students. easy targets, cheers!

the death eaters is just the obvious crowd for him to fall into - one, they’re all his roommates. bois who commit heinous acts 2gether stay 2gether!!!! saturdays are for the bois and for war crimes!!!! two, their father had been a supporter of the dark lord for years. it was taught to them from birth. three, he honestly, truly believes that muggles are out there stealing magic that belongs to him and his people, true magicfolk. four, dark magic is just more fun, isn’t it?

he likes two (2) classes: DADA (for the dark arts part not the defense part, dont get excited) and herbology - he’s actually SUCH a big plants guy its like his one big thing he’s a big old strong boi who does sports and is like the suave football player who bullies freshmen except he also loves gardening and plants very much 

everyone knows alecto to be the really bad one of the pair, the viscous one, the one amycus has to hold back more often than he’d admit. but don’t underestimate him - he’s more careful about it, sure, more cautious in his behaviors - but he can be just as viscous, and he’ll sneak up on you with it. he smiles, but it catches the light, and for a brief moment it make you think of what a jungle cat must look like just before it pounces 

quick short things:

has dark mark uwu

also has “FD” stick ‘n poke tattooed in the crook of his right elbow, ask him what it means sometime

biiiiiiiiig fan of unforgiveable curses loves to study those bad boys

don’t call him amy he doesn’t like that he won’t be happy pls and thank u 

is a chaser on the slytherin team (was a beater, took the role a bit too seriously, got switched. does he aim for the other team’s keeper more than the goal half the time? maybe. who’s to say)

he’s also in herbology club and will genuinely never be a bitch while doing herbology club stuff. it’s like Amycus Carrow’s Big Boy Calm Down Time

is weirdly nice? until he’s not. he likes to be a fuckin weirdo like that 

Wizard Fun:

Hogwarts House: slytherin Year: seventh Clubs: astronomy, frog choir, divination Favorite Class(es): potions, astronomy  Least Favorite Class(es): history of magic Pet: hyperion Blood Status: muggleborn Species: human Patronus: fox  Boggart: his father  Wand type: elm, mermaid scale, firm Affiliation: death eaters

Appearance:

Height: 5′8″ Hair Color: black, sometimes blond Eye Color: brown Typical Hair Style: cropped, curly Fashion Style: he wears a lot of dress clothing, mostly in blacks and blues. very simple, but classy.  Distinguishing Features: his smile 

Biography: abuse tw, alcoholism tw 

Mordred Abbott’s life began with a bottle of firewhiskey. Madoc Abbott’s family would have never picked Verity Ramez as a match for their son—and technically, they didn’t. They were never really a couple, one of those on again, off again type situations. They were the couple at school that everyone just wished would break up and be done with it—but they didn’t, much to everyone’s dismay. Barely a year after graduating, Verity got pregnant. Madoc’s family was furious when they found out. He could have dumped Verity without a second thought, but the Abbott family was traditional and not long after finding out she was pregnant they were wed. It wasn’t a huge affair either, like Madoc’s brother’s wedding the year before. They were wed quickly and quietly, regardless of their own wants, and that was that. Mordred was born seven months after his parent’s wedding—and by the time that seven months had rolled around, his parent’s marriage was already in shambles, though they knew better than to show that to the world. Mordred grew up with a father who found solace at the bottom of a firewhiskey bottle and a mother who found comfort with anyone else.

Unfortunately, things didn’t improve for Mordred as he got older. His father blamed his mother for his own unhappiness, his mother blamed his father and his family for her unhappiness, and the Abbotts blamed Mordred. His home life was awful at best, unbearable at worst. As long as Mordred stayed quiet, they typically left him alone. Though his home situation was bad, his parents kept up appearances—after all, they needed to be seen as a happy loving family. It was only behind closed doors did things get ugly. Mordred got used to it: a public face versus a private one. There were some things a person just kept hidden and appearances, in a world like his, they were everything. He wouldn’t dare defy the expectations that were placed upon his head because he knew he’d be the one that got hurt in the end. Mordred learned he was good at it too—but maybe he was only good at it because he knew that if he wasn’t, the alternative was his father’s wrath. He kept quiet, didn’t make waves, and tried his hardest not to be seen, not heard—and for the most part he was successful.

Mordred was relieved when his Hogwarts letter came, if only to have it be an excuse to get out of his house for most of the year. He was the first of his peers to be called for sorting and a hatstall. Nearly six minutes passed before the hat finally called Slytherin. So Mordred took his seat with the rest of the snakes, and didn’t look back or think about all the things that maybe he could have been if he’d chosen a different path. Mordred made friends fast in Slytherin—he had to, really—with his family ties and the pureblood society being close knit. He’d always been more of a follower than a leader though, content with letting the rest of his friends tell him how he should act and what he should say. Mordred never really questioned the behavior of his pureblood friends. If there was another way to live, then he’d never been made aware of it. No, he was content with the abuse and ugliness that came along with pureblood society because being different made a person bad and Mordred Abbott never wanted to be a person that got cast aside for making a scene.

By fourth year, Mordred has had enough of his family and the people that were supposed to be his friends. He closed himself off from them a little bit at a time, not particularly caring if he lost friends along the way. It was easy to explain that he wanted to focus on his education, not being a terror around the school. Even by then, he was too afraid to say he was beginning to question the path he was supposed to be following. While he couldn’t outwardly defy the pureblood society, he did begin allowing himself to listen to the rhetoric of the people who did openly defy his society. That’s how he found himself involved with Lily Evans. He somehow convinced himself that he could somehow have something of his own, away from that life that was planned for him. Still afraid of what it would look like, they kept their relationship secret. Mordred thought that maybe if he kept this hidden from the world, that he could keep it safe—shield the small spark so it could become a fire. He stupidly allowed himself to fall for her, stupidly planned a life away from pureblood society, stupidly thought he was worth something.

In the end, it was his desire for things to stay the same that broke them up. They’d been walking a tightrope the whole time and as much as he wanted to, Mordred couldn’t take the leap. He hadn’t been ready for it then. After getting caught and his parents finding out about Lily, his family told him he couldn’t make any more mistakes. With his relationship over, Mordred hoped that things would go back to normal. He’d wanted everything to happen quietly and he hadn’t been afforded that. He could have chosen a different path, but he chose to end things. He picked his family—duty and honor to them—above a romance. Mordred tried to tell himself he did the right thing, though as time wore on, he stopped believing in his ability to make decisions.

basics;

Name:  alice grace fortescue. Birthday:  march 31st. Age:  seventeen. Pronouns:  she/her. Sexuality:  unsure. Siblings:  edith fortescue ( sister ). Other Family: ( mother )  &  ( father ).

wizard fun;

Hogwarts House:  hufflepuff. Year:  seventh. Clubs:  head  girl.  ancient runes club, charms club, divination club, dueling club, and wizards cards collector’s club. Favorite Class(es):  charms, muggle studies, defense against the dark arts Least Favorite Class(es):  divination, study of ancient runes, history of magic Pet:  an owl, originally named owley.  Blood Status:  pureblood. Species:  witch. Patronus:  bay mare. Boggart:  loved ones suffering. Wand type:  aspen, unicorn hair, 9 inches Affiliation:  the order.

appearance;

Height:    5′4″ Hair Color:  brunette. Eye Color:  blue. Typical Hair Style:  down, middle parted, just beyond her shoulders. Fashion Style:  aiming for comfort, but stylish when necessary. Distinguishing Features:  freckles.

personality;

Positive Traits:  practical, compassionate, patient, ambitious, enthusiastic, loyal. Negative Traits:   brash, opinionated, competitive, arrogant, impulsive, obsessive.

quick facts;

Alice is very close to her family, to her, they’re everything.  She’s constantly writing letters back home to her parents, and constantly checking in on Edith to make sure things are going well, possibly to the point it could be considered hovering.  With war on the horizon, it’s an effect of anxiety she holds. She doesn’t want to risk that something could be wrong, no matter how small.

Alice has a habit of stretching herself thin, trying to do the absolute most she possibly can.  For awhile, on top of everything else, she was a member of Hufflepuff’s quidditch team.  After joining the Order, she wound up dropping the team to throw her focus into working with them -- the idea that her efforts are better spent there, and what she’ll be a bigger part of beyond Hogwarts.

Alice’s guilty pleasure is muggle music.  Every year, the family would take a trip into London over the summer holidays.  As she grew older, she found herself slipping away from the family in the evenings to explore the city’s music scene.  Something about it fascinated, the way instruments were constructed and used to create such varying sounds, the way it could bring her to relax, if even only for a few hours.  Her favorite artist is Carole King.

April 25th was a joyous day, according to Katherine and Theodore Moody. Their first (and only) child was finally coming into the world, and they couldn’t wait for what life would bring to her. Sylvie Alexandra Moody was born with a head full of hair and eyes that practically shone. Was it magic? Or just her inherent ability to see the world with a fresh set of eyes? As she grew older the light drained, taken by broken promises and a future being created for her.

When Sylvie was eight, Katherine Moody was wounded on a routine ransack. The information that a rogue wizard had camoflauged themselves into the muggle world. Setting traps in houses that would wound the owners, or worse, and Katherine on the team to stop him. She was a second too late, standing in the way of a hex that wasn’t meant for her. She collapsed, and spent two weeks in St. Mungo’s before passing. Sylvie had never understood death, having never been this close to it before. All she knew is that her mother was gone, and that some man had taken her from her.

By the time she was eleven she was ready to get out of the house. Her father loved her, that was obvious. But the more she listened to him talk the more she believed he just loved the idea of her. A daughter who could follow in her mother’s footsteps and take down wizards like those that killed her mother. A daughter who will find an Auror husband and bring grandkids that will fill the Ministry. They wouldn’t have the Moody name, but they would have the Moody blood. And that was good enough, right? Her father spent her early years teaching her defensive spells. Of course, she had to wait until she could get a wand to truly practice them, but she could list practically every one created by the time she was eight. It was tiring. She felt more like a colleague than a daughter.

Hogwarts brought freedom. Classes beyond learning how to fight and how to win. Care of Magical Creatures quickly became her safe haven. It was fascinating, all these creatures live in the same world as her and yet, she rarely ever saw them. Her father didn’t take kind to that. When she was fourteen Theodore sat her down and told her she would spend her breaks dueling him. Figuring out her weaknesses and making them strong. Reading book after book about Aurors. The same thing, day after day after day. Two weeks before her fourth year of school she locked herself in her room, ignoring her father’s requests and only going down for food once she was certain he was asleep.

It hurt. A small voice in the back of her mind was telling her that she was overreacting. Her father was just trying to pass on his knowledge. Keep her safe. But instead it felt more like he was moulding her into a fighter. A soldier to a battle she didn’t want any part of. She felt like those around her were just her friends because of who her family was. Wanting to know the secrets of becoming an Auror and gaining fame for catching the worst of wizards.

Wizard Fun:

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Year: 6th Clubs: Astronomy Club, Dueling Club Favorite Class(es):  Transfiguration, Astronomy, DADA Least Favorite Class(es): Potions, History of Magic Pet: None Blood Status: Pureblood Species:  Human Patronus: German Shepherd Boggart:  Walburga Black Wand type: Cypress wood, Dragon Heartstring core, 15 inches, Rigid. Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix

Appearance:

Height: 5′7   Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Grey Typical Hair Style: Long Fashion Style: Leather jacket, ripped jeans, combat boots

Personality:

Bio

Say you lived in a society obsessed with image and blood purity, and say your arraigned marriage had fallen through. You need heirs, and you need something to happen that’s notable enough that people forget about how you got caught with the half-blood shopgirl in the back room.

Galahad Mulciber had exactly that problem, and so he brought a Veela wife back from a business trip to Bulgaria. The wedding was beautiful, of course, and no one could doubt the new Mrs. Sofiya Mulciber’s blood was magical.  Sofiya, on the other hand, got a ring with a diamond big enough to see from France and the assurance she’d never have to work again in her life.

By the birth of their first angelically charming child, the scandal had been forgotten. Business lunches and socialite brunches were back in full swing. A second child soon followed-- a little girl they named Avalon, whom everyone found as enchanting as the legend she was named for.

She was her mother’s doll and her father’s angel, living a life full of hair ribbons and ballet classes. No one had ever stopped to ask her if that was what she wanted, but Avalon hadn’t been raised to say no. She asked once to take piano lessons, which was acceptable enough, but Galahad implied asking wasn’t something girls like Avalon should spend their time doing.

So, to what should have been no one’s surprise, she didn’t ask questions when her father told her that her brother needed her help. He’d gotten tangled up in this misunderstanding at school, you see, where this muggleborn girl made up a story. if she could just clear up everything with her teachers, the way her mother cleared up that one misunderstanding with Mrs Rowle, then everything would be okay.

Charming teachers doesn’t get rid of paperwork though, and a fourteen-year-old’s attempt at Veela magic didn’t get very far. It wasn’t long into the summer before Dumbledore stopped by Mulciber Manor, calmly asking Avalon if anyone had asked her to talk to McGonagall like that.

Her mother was furious. Not at Avalon, who hadn’t known better, but at her father for asking her. She took Avy and left that night, catching a portkey to the summer cottage Galahad had bought her in her native Bulgaria. Just for some space, she said, but they didn’t return to Britain until it was time for Avalon to catch the Hogwarts Express.