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hi it’s me i’m back with this lil bitch uhhh pls keep in mind that some of this is subject to change dependent on various plotting of the past present and/or future that is soon 2 come 

Basics:

Name: fabian jasper prewett Pronunciation: fay-bee-an Meaning: great question  Birthday: august 24th, 1957 Age: 23 Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: bisexual Siblings: gideon prewett (twin), molly prewett (younger sister) Parents: peter prewett & melody prewett (nee macmillan) Other Family: the macmillan’s, most purebloods lets be honest lmao Languages: english, irish Current Residence: tbd stay tuned :)  Hometown: uhhhh also stay tuned :)

Wizard Fun:

Hogwarts House: ravenclaw Year of Graduation: math is hard someone else who has a 23 year old figure it out and get back to me thanks Occupation: auror Pet: a PAINFULLY old owl named The Bard, old classmates will recognize him as the owl he had at school who was old as shit then, so honestly how the hell is he still kicking?? we don’t know Blood Status: pureblood Species: wizard Patronus: bloodhound Boggart: molly & gideon’s dead bodies teehee Amortentia: lavender, wet grass, fresh wood, cinnamon Wand type: red oak wood, core of dragon heartstring, 12″ Affiliation: order of the phoenix 

Appearance:

Height: 6′1 Hair Color: brunette Eye Color: brown Typical Hair Style: messy and a little too long Fashion Style: here’s his fashion pinterest board for this very reason: https://www.pinterest.com/notcharliebucket/hp-fabian-prewett/see-i-do-good-fashion/ Distinguishing Features: he has a shocking amount of scars and honestly 90% of them are from dumb shit, not order or auror shit. potions accidents, miscast spells, quidditch crashes, tripping on his own feet, getting into dumb fights, you name it. 

Personality:

Positive Traits: passionate, clever, creative, sociable Negative Traits: hotheaded, immature, conceited,  

Quick Facts/Headcanons:

he’s the older twin by a few minutes and therefore he is the eldest of the prewetts and he does make a point to bring that up in conversation with them whenever possible

has invented various potions throughout his illustrious side-gig as a potion maker (it’s a hobby), all of varying degrees of purpose and success, though his favorite is what is essentially an extremely overpowered redbull 

fab is a full member of the order and is - and always will be - still fully dedicated to them. he’s taking this whole “losing” thing pretty hard lmao, “laying low” isn’t a part of his vocabulary so lil faby waby is adjusting 

was captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team at hogwarts and still holds a large passion for the sport, he used to play on the local recreation team in the summer but he doesn’t have the time anymore. he DOES take the world cup very seriously though, go puddlemere!!!!

loves both of his siblings very very much don’t touch them don’t look at them weird don’t even tell them they’re stinky only HE can say they’re stinky

he's a very smart lad who will be serious and brainy when he truly needs to be but boy howdy does also do a lot of dumb shit 

he’s throwing himself into his work at the moment to keep busy, taking double shifts and volunteering for every opportunity that comes his way and doing a loooot of paperwork.

fitness junkie masochist who goes on frickin like 4am/5am runs before work

he’s a big sweetie who loves to love people and he gives great hugs BUT he also holds massive grudges and will happily straight up fight anyone who is a dickwad

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: slytherin. year of graduation: 1979. occupation: socialite. pet: two pet snakes named ophelia and desdemona. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: luna moth. luna moths represent rebirth, renewal of body and spirit, regeneration and may even symbolize the soul itself. luna moths, like many types of moths and butterflies, are quite beautiful in appearance and have docile personalities. their physical beauty and charm make these large moths symbols of reflection, nourishment and life. boggart: narcissa’s greatest fear is always feeling as powerless, controlled, and alone as she has been for the majority of her life. she sees so many people, even lowly mudbloods, with friends and love and warmth in their lives, but she doesn’t have it. she’s so afraid she never will. amortentia:   snow. the crisp, biting scent that hits your nose the second that you step foot outside the morning after a fresh snow is one of narcissa’s favorite things in the world. especially if it’s the first snow of the year. something about that is just so different and special. she couldn’t quite put into words the way winter made her feel. christmas garland. christmas was always exciting to narcissa because it meant that there would be more people in the household than just her sisters and parents. she loved seeing her aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins, especially when they brought her presents. she also loved how much effort went into decorating their home for the holidays with garland, wreaths, candles, tinsel, and charms. narcissa was nothing if not a connoisseur of beauty. peppermint. narcissa, nor any of the Black sisters, were allowed sweets growing up. druella insisted that it would make them fat and lazy and completely undesirable. as a result, the closest thing they were allowed to have was peppermints, and narcissa went overboard on them. she almost always keeps a tin of them next to her bed. wand type: 12 1/3″, pine wood wand with a unicorn hair core, understandably delicate. pine is a quiet wood, not powerful, not weak. it is a softwood, and thus has a bit more yield, making it more inclined to a quick-learning but less powerful wands. it is, however, excellent for divination. pine wands choose independent, individual masters who may be perceived as loners, intriguing, and perhaps mysterious. pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, including garrick ollivander who had never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. the pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic. delicate wands are a special case. it takes special care to learn spells with this wand, but it is rarely extremely powerful. they tend to choose witches and wizards with somewhat frail personalities, and once a spell is learned, although it is not as strong, it is extremely reliable. unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.  affiliation: narcissa is loyal only to her family.

appearance:

height: 5′6″. hair color: pale blonde. eye color: mint green. typical hair style: parted in the center and hangs straight to her shoulders. fashion style: narcissa wears only the color black unless it is a very special occasion. she only wears skirts and dresses, no pants. she prefers a short black dress with a high neckline and no sleeves with a late modern appearance. cissy wears boots with a heels most often. she has a love for jewelry that looks like bugs. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: narcissa is known for being pale and icy in appearance and demeanor, but strikingly beautiful especially against the darkness usually around her. her eyes are hawklike and intelligent, but the rest of her expression is almost always unreadable. she has no blemishes to speak of, but a scar on her thigh and one on her collarbone.

personality:

positive traits: maternal. thoughtful. observant. negative traits: icy. haughty. deceitful. theme song: behind blue eyes by the who

headcanons:

narcissa likes bugs and insects decidedly more than she likes most people. there has never been a time when she wasn’t completely enamored and fascinated by the often spurned creatures. in her opinion, they are by far the most beautiful and stunning creatures. she has extensive knowledge of them and has created a haven for all manner of insects in the greenhouse at black manor.

narcissa has always secretly dreamed of going to study dragons in romania. she’s always loved them and been fascinated by them. however, she knows that would never be allowed so she would never voice it out loud. in fact, only a handful of people even realize how much she loves the creatures. 

christmas is decidedly narcissa favorite time of the year. it is the one time that she allows herself to warm up and be totally enraptured by the holiday. her face will light up as bright as any tinseled tree. she will spend hours out in the snow and picks her presents meticulously for everyone she deems deserves one.

biography:

From the moment she entered this world, during that liminal time before the sun has risen, but the sky is still lighter than in the depths of the night, Narcissa was the antithesis to the traditional Blacks. Where her sisters, mother, father, cousins had dark hair, sharp features, cutting eyes, and venomous mouths, Narcissa was a ghost; soft, curved, delicate, haunting.

The third and final disappointment to Cygnus the Third who so desperately wanted a son, Narcissa was all but ignored by her father from the beginning. If he wasn’t presenting her with a lavishly expensive doll or gown, he didn’t care to talk to his youngest. Bellatrix was the apple of his eye.

Alternatively, Druella became enamoured with their fair daughter. Her features were unlike any others in the family, and Druella valued two things above all else; beauty and how that beauty can be useful to her. Before Narcissa was even capable of speech, she had a string of pearls too tight around her neck like a collar that her mother used to remind her that her grasp was inescapable. Her youth consisted of years of lessons, tutors, and strict schedules. Even by Fitzwilliam Darcy standards, Narcissa would be considered an accomplished young lady. The better she became at any given task, the more her mother demanded of her. There was no such thing as perfect to Druella, only more to improve upon. That was the beginning of Narcissa’s deceptions. She was certain to never show how talented she was, and let her family believe she was completely average.

She envied Andromeda, whose quiet nature and subdued appearance made her free of their parents tutelage. The middle child was left to her own devices and could go as she pleased throughout the day. If ever given a moment, Narcissa would soon enough steal away to a private corner of the attic, basement, or garden with an old tome from the Black’s personal library. Of course, her respites never lasted too long. The house elves, her sisters, or even her mother would find her and drag her back into the endless lessons. Narcissa never complained. She did all that her mother asked, biding her time.

The solitary light at the end of the tunnel was Hogwarts. Bellatrix had gone, Andromeda had gone, and Narcissa had been left solitary for a year, yearning for the day she’d be able to board the train at King’s Cross Station and disappear to a year away from her suffocating mother. It occurred to her a few months before she was meant to leave for school that perhaps her mother wouldn’t allow it. She even thought she’d overheard Druella begging Cygnus to let her homeschool Narcissa for the rest of her academic career, but thankfully, he’d sternly refuted his wife. Narcissa needed to be sociable and influential at school if the Black family was to continue its powerful grip on society.

Druella wept when Narcissa packed her trunk for her first year. She’d been distraught about her youngest daughter leaving for weeks. Their mother kept wringing her hands and proclaiming that she had no idea what she would do with her time now. Narcissa feigned regret for leaving and assured her mother that she’d find some way to fill her time. However, Narcissa had never been more excited to experience the freedom that came with school. From the moment she stepped on the train, it felt as if a world lifted from her shoulders. Even her pearl necklace didn’t feel quite so strangling.

Narcissa sat in a compartment with Andromeda and a few of her classmates instead of trying to find other first years to talk to. Frankly, she appreciated simply looking at the scenery as they went along. She enjoyed just sitting and being without having to do anything. Andromeda warned her that there would be people at Hogwarts who would have heard of her, and there would be plenty of rumors about her and her family, but Narcissa didn’t care. They could say that she was the devil incarnate, and she’d still be excited to hear a voice that wasn’t her mother’s saying it.

After the sorting ceremony, she began to realize the full implications of her sister’s warning. She unpacked her trunk in the Slytherin dormitory with the rest of the first year girls and attempted to make her first friends. They all smiled until names were exchanged. She heard the whispers when her back was turned. They only intensified when the eldest Black sister appeared to check on Narcissa her first day. After a quick greeting and good luck, Bellatrix told the rest of the Slytherin girls to be nice to her sister or else. As kind as the gesture had meant to be, it assured Narcissa a rather lonely first year. Even those who wanted to suck up to a Black sister didn’t bother to talk to Narcissa for fear of invoking Bellatrix’s wrath. Not to mention, Andromeda came off far more personable- an easier friend.

Narcissa threw herself into learning who she actually was. She had plenty of free time without friends to worry about and without her mother’s constant presence, though she did have to dedicate a portion of her week to responding to her mother’s letters. She decided to have average marks in her classes despite fully understanding the material and even studying further than what the classes required. It was to her advantage the world continued to see her as the beautiful sister. While the rumors about her spread even more, Narcissa became more and more lonely. She decided to play into the persona that everyone had created for her.

Her school life continued as such until the middle of her third year. Narcissa began to study legillimancies and occlumencies. She was very good at it. Disturbingly good at it. During the middle of the night, she began to explore the innermost thoughts of her schoolmates, professors, and anyone else she thought would be interesting to understand. The more accomplished she became, the more willing she was to do what was ethically questionable. The more ethically questionable her decisions became the more her curiosity for the darker arts and divination became. However, her studies no longer fill that space in her that craves connection.

basic info:

Name: ethan marcus buchanan

Birthday: october 30th

Age: 22

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: bisexual

Siblings: cooper buchanan (older brother), logan buchanan (older brother), maisie buchanan (younger sister)

Parents: fiona & filip buchanan (both deceased)

Other Family: who’s to say, really

Languages: english, emo bitch

Current Residence: london

Hometown: scotland

Personality:

Positive Traits: adaptable, caring, loyal

Negative Traits: closed-off, judgmental, finicky

quick facts/headcanons:

cooper and maisie and logan are all equally the number 1 person in his life even tho he’s a little bitch who doesn’t like to show much affection xoxo buch fam

is a very good drummer, most often plays gigs with enzo, very much uses the drums to get his various life frustrations out 

shares an apartment with teddy-ted-teddykins and enzoooooo

also works part-time for the WWN radio network, though that’s not insanely often and it’s just graveyard shifts playing music and delivering the occasional bout of news

an ex-slythy slytherin 

loves to embrace the muggle half of the whole half-blood thing, he thinks wizardkind aren’t using half as much muggle shit as they could be and honestly it’s holding them back as a whole

very tall, his faceclaim is 6′5″ and therefore he is 6′5″ i don’t make the rules

he’s neutral in the war, definitely order-leaning although he doesn’t want to get too involved in any of that, he just wants to do his thing 

he used to be much more full steam ahead, gotta do everything all the time gotta go fast gotta be a world famous drummer and run the whole radio station myself and fall in love and get rich and own the world and etc etc but ever since his parents [redacted] he’s super slowed down

he’s the kinda person who doesn’t want people to know that he’s having a rough time but also he’s bad at lying and it’s very fucking obvious that he’s having a rough time lmao

overall he’s generally just chill vibes??? likes to listen to music and just veg out and is a good guy to just sit in comfortable silence with, though he can absolutely go hard on a big night out 

this is his pinterest board which literally only has like 30 pins so its not good yet by any means lmao but here’s the energy: https://www.pinterest.com/notcharliebucket/hp-ethan-buchanan/

Basics:

Name: bernadette “bonnie” blake

Birthday: april 2nd, 1956

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Siblings: birdie blake (older sister)

Parents: camilla blake (mother), joshua blake (father, deceased)

Other Family: what IS family, am i right

Languages: english,

Current Residence: hogsmeade

Hometown: tbd

Personality:

positive traits: confident, steadfast, good-humored

negative traits: dishonest, bossy, stubborn

Quick facts/headcanons:

bonnie is co-owner of honeydukes with her (slightly) older sister, birdie. she loves the shop with all her soul and so help you if you’re a teenager trying to vandalize the place because boy howdy will she go off

was a gryffindor at good ol hoggy hogwarts

pureblood, and publicly she’s aligned herself with the death eaters to keep herself, her family, and her business safe, but anyone who’s close to her knows that it’s just entirely appearances and she doesn’t actually vibe with the death eater shit lol

despite working at a candy shop day and night she actually doesn’t like sweets that much, she prefers hearty comfort foods 

if hogsmeade had an HOA she would absolutely be on the board, she often visits other shops just to see how they’re doing, she’ll sometimes suggest ideas for how to make their storefronts more “presentable,” just wants hogsmeade to pop off especially with how it has been, uh, Not popping off lately

we don’t trust men in this household

she wears her heart on her sleeve and will not be afraid to tell you how she’s feeling (but also isn’t an idiot and won’t, like, cause unnecessary troubles for herself by speaking her truth lmao)

loves her sister very very very much and despite being the younger of the two she feels insanely protective over birdie, almost to the point of being a bit Too Much, Babe

just lives to VIBE okay 

girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep xoxo

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw. year of graduation: 1976. occupation: philosopher & freelance consulting magizoologist. pet: niffler named xanadu. blood status: halfblood. species: wizard. patronus: narwhal. this patronus symbolizes magic, freedom, and empathic abilities. a narwhal is the unicorn of the sea – channeling magic through its tusk as it points to the sky, constantly remembering its spiritual mission. narwhal uses its own self to connect to the divine and feel into deeper realities. those with this patronus don’t need a special tool or gear to be connected. they are part of the universe and can tap in at any time. their unique tusk is packed with thousands of sensory receptors. the spiral shape guides the natural flow of growth and perspective as this antenna feels deeply into its environment. narwhals are incredibly empathic and sensitive, noticing and experiencing things beyond the average gates of perception. so sensitive in fact, that no narwhal has ever been successfully kept in captivity for long. those with this patronus need freedom and space. they will seek out a nurturing social pod that respects your sensitive nature as a gift. boggart: xen sees contracts. he sees an interrogation light. he is terrified of those in positions of power using his emotions to control him. he fears extortion and most of all, losing his integrity and free will to choose. amortentia:   walnuts. sweet and nutty, but also with just a bit of chemical scent, walnuts are rumored to be what space smells like, and xen could believe it. he has always felt a fondness for the scent. in many ways, it reminds him of home. wildflowers and mint. it is a strange combination of floral and menthol smells that invigorate both the sense and the imagination. both are earthy and natural, but absolutely distinct. burnt almond cookie. xenophilius’s mother was not a very good cook even though she tried very hard to be an expert. in fact, she regularly found herself burning food while being distracted by other things. so often that xen considered just slightly burned cookie far more palatable than the normal ones. he was the only one who like almond so he always knew they were made just for him. wand type: 13 3/4″, sycamore wood wand with a unicorn hair core, boundless. the sycamore made a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. it was a quirk of these handsome wands that they might combust if allowed to become 'bored', and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, were disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they asked it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. as may be deduced, the sycamore's ideal owner was curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrated a capacity to learn and adapt that earned it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods. unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled. affiliation: xenophilius does not associate with any political movements. (order leaning)

appearance:

height: 5′ 8″. hair color: silver. eye color: dark brown. typical hair style: kept a mid length, around his jaw and chin, it usually is very windswept and loose. he occasionally will style it by tying it up in a little ponytail or gel it into various spikes. fashion style: his pants are too tight and his shirts are too loose. xen can very often be found in jumpers with cosmic motifs. he prefers to wear shimmering and silky fabrics and colors that give a metallic sheen. chains, baubles, charms, and other assorted accoutrements are essential. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: xen is a short king and people have noted that he has a very impish looking face. he is a little cross eyed. there are tattoos on various spots of his body. one on his left ankle of a flying saucer, a large piece on his back of ‘extraterrestrial magic markings’, and a narwhal on the back of his right elbow.

personality:

positive traits: funky. devil may care. unprejudiced. negative traits: impertinent. odd. anarchist. theme song: starman by david bowie

headcanons:

when xen first stumbled upon the crashed satellite, close neighbor and lifelong friend, arthur weasley, was the first person he grabbed to show and explain his new theories. arthur immediately agreed to help him build a magical machine that could help take him back to the stars. they often work on it together at the burrow.

xen writes and prints a zine primarily focusing on his philosophical ideations, the ethos of the extraterrestrial, and an index and deep descriptions of magical creatures that mainstream society largely ignores or believes to be fantasy.

he definitely knows how to play a theremin. it is one of his favorite past times, and he claims that it is a soothing sound which helps him clear his mind when experiencing any form of writer’s block.

biography:

eurydice carrow was the oft forgotten middle child of a well to do pureblooded family that desired a place of belonging. diogenes lovegood was a halfblooded rapscallion who wanted nothing more than to experience all that life had to offer. both were too young and too immature when they met to realize that while they might be in love, they were wildly incompatible. their marriage lasted only long enough to see the birth of a child. diogenes hung around to give him the family name then disappeared on a breeze without so much as a farewell or explanation.

so eurydice raised xenophilius alone for the first five years. the mother and child lived in a little shack on the edge of another family’s property. the rent was a little steep, there was only one bedroom, the kitchen stove still required chopping wood, and the building was practically falling apart. however, there was always a well tended garden of dirigible plums and an assortment of critters who made themselves equally at home. during this time, xen developed a deep well of empathy and endless curiosity.

despite the less than common circumstances of his home life, xenophilius rarely felt as though anything was lacking. their simple life never seemed odd as he had nothing else to compare it to. eurydice did not share that perspective. so she decided to remarry an amiable gentleman in a similar situation to her. they moved into his nicer home in ottery st catchpole, and xen into a basement that was converted into a bedroom. he had never felt so out of place in his life.

unfortunately, that was a feeling xenophilius never quite seemed able to shake. it lingered. it became exacerbated as his mother, step-father, and step-siblings grew comfortable together and began to thrive while he obviously did not belong here. xen grew to hate that house. where was his real father? why did his mother think he suddenly needed one now? why did this nuclear family feel so forced and wrong? it was supposed to be perfect.

most of his time came to be spent out exploring the neighborhood. xen liked to befriend to local fauna, experiment with the flora, and observe the people both magic and muggle alike. his curious nature never faltered, and he made close friends with a handful of the other kids that resided in the area. they became the sort with whom xen shared all of these difficult coming of age thoughts.

then one summer night, a loud explosion and crash startled him from bed. while it still woke the whole house, it was surprisingly loud even in the muffled basement. his step-father exclaimed that something fell from the sky. they would go report it tomorrow, but everyone should go back to sleep for the night. xen knew that would never happen. instead he snuck out and gathered his friends to go look for the impact site together. they found what was later thought to be the wreckage of a downed satellite just north of their property line. to xen, it appeared more like a method of travel; a spaceship.

this sparked the beginning of xenophilius’s love of all things extraterrestrial.

he delved into an interest in the stars, planets, asteroids, comets, and even any potential inhabitants of such places. for the first time, he felt at home in these concepts. xen came to believe that perhaps he too was a spaceman. had his father been alien too? is that why he left? or is that who was trying to return for him and crashed? all the questions that hounded him for years seemed unequivocally answered with his new theory.

that autumn, xen received his letter of acceptance into hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. unsurprisingly, he was quickly sorted into ravenclaw. the house of wit and learning bolstered that infamously curious nature and matured his abstract pondering. he showed a natural talent in herbology and arithmancy classes while he all but flunked out of defense against the dark arts as his core ethos could not reconcile with the systematic opinion imposed on the curriculum. however, he proved to be exceptional at care of magical creatures. by and far, xen stood out as a singularly gifted student with all matters regarding creature care although his methods were considered as unconventional.

as were the rest of his ideologies. while at school, xen continued to chafe against the status quo. every year he grew more at odds with what appeared to be normal. eventually, he stopped pretending that like that was something he regretted. he didn’t. xen was well pleased with his non-conformity and the philosophies that he began to incorporate into his life. that and his obvious aversion to any war influence certainly effected how he was perceived by his peers, though. it made it somewhat difficult to find a steady job after graduation.

xen moved back into that house he hated for a while, but took the odd magizoologist job here and there to search for rumored and unknown species. eventually he was able to scrounge up enough extra money to afford a disreputable place of his own. he had not been moved in for very long when an offer was extended for him to participate in a long term research expedition to find the elusive star munching snifflebits. it was an opportunity that he could not refuse.