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STATISTICS.

name: mercutio crouch  birth date (age): 4 may 1916 (39) faceclaim:  kieran culkin gender identity (pronouns): cis male (he / him) blood status: pureblood occupation: owner & editor in chief - Daily Prophet 

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

Large grey sheets of papers were sent flying in the wind. Torn to pieces. Mixed with dust and ashes. He saw the crowd, he understood. His father's work, and his friends too, had fallen here, their skin turned blue.

BIO.

Was it luck, that had Mercutio unable to get out of bed that morning? Staying up drinking until 4 am was no behavior for a man his age to have, and his reputation as unreliable had been the reason for whispers and gossip.

Few things could have been as sobering as the tragedy that struck his father's business.

It had always been agreed that Mercutio would one day take the direction of the newspaper. This had been the property of the Crouches for generations. They insisted that their newspaper was a serious source of information, and recruited only journalists who had proven themselves.

Mercutio's mistake was to think that he had more time. He had studied journalism, among muggles, after Hogwarts. Although he was the son of the owner, he had to roll up his sleeves to find a place in the columns of the newspaper, but he did not push too hard to get his name on the front page pieces. Arts and Culture were good enough for him.

It was easily said that the man was not as serious as his father wished him to be. Although he could prove to be brilliant as long as he wrote pieces regarding the arts, Mercutio's nose wrinkled when asked to dedicate his time to more pressing subjects such as politics, the economy or anything regarding the current state of the world he lived in.

Considering himself a tourist rather than a member of it, the attack on the newsroom felt like a slap in the face, and a wake up call.

He who loved dedicating evenings and nights to his paintbrushes and canvases, to his friends and bottomless glasses, would now be spending his time in the office at the back of the newsroom, with a view on Diagon Alley he would never take the time to enjoy.

STATISTICS

character name: agnes louise fawley character date of birth (age): 7 January (26) faceclaim: khadijha red thunder gender identity (pronouns): cis female  (she / her ) blood status: pureblood occupation: executive assistant / secretary

AESTHETICS & QUOTE

You were spoiled and smothered in affection from the moment you were born, but somewhere along the way, something changed didn’t it? The pretty dresses and expensive gifts weren’t just to make you happy anymore, they were to keep you quiet, keep you occupied, to keep you from asking questions. So you do as your told, because that’s how the good times keep rolling, and you do what they expect you too, because it’s easier to keep a list of crimes and offenses, and have them made up to you individually, as payment, repayment even, for your willingness to go along with the schemes and the charades. And you’ve made choices, we all have, what’s a girl to do? They taught you the ropes of this high society thing, and you made them work for you, but you’ve made mistakes along the way. What matters now, is that the mistakes your making are all yours, and you claim them with pride. 

BIO

We don’t talk about ... Who?? No, Agnes, he wasn’t real, please stop talking about Bubbie, you made him up he was never real. But Bubbie was real to Agnes, he always has been, painful as it is, because despite their best efforts, Mr and Mrs Fawley never managed to successfully convince little Agnes Louise that her twin brother had never existed, and though they succeeded in many other avenues, Agnes has spent most of her life feeling like something was missing. 

She doesn’t talk about him anymore, though. No one does. No one wants to be the crazy girl, or the poor little rich girl. No, they wanted a bright, sharp young thing; someone they could tote around to parties and galas and show off to their friends. They wanted a child they could be proud of, but what use is a daughter? And what use is a daughter who learned too well the games you taught her to play? She learned the rules, and she turned the tables, and now Agnes finds herself at odds with her parents sometimes. She’s still the darling that they raised, but she’s bold for a pureblood society girl, and despite their efforts (even stronger than those about the brother business) they failed to convince Agnes that it just wasn’t right for their darling daughter to have a job.

But have a job she did; in fact, she’s had several. She left Hogwarts and headed straight for the pub, convincing Aberforth that he should hire her, and staying for several years before letting herself be stolen away by a Russian lawyer who clearly needed her help far more than Abe did. And with a pet raccoon whose services are just as important as hers are, Agnes doesn’t even need her family’s money, though it’s certainly nice to have.

A lot of things are nice to have, choices and freedom among them. Guilt, less so, but Agnes has plenty of that, stemming from her choices over the years, and those of her parents; like ostracizing certain peers, or ruining the days and lives of those who didn’t deserve it, but Agnes makes up for it now, using her powers of persuasion and manipulation to serve a higher purpose; a law firm. Does it make you any less two faced than the rest of your family or your friends? No. But are you finally trying to make things right? Absolutely.

Of course, this Tom Riddle business hasn’t made things any easier. All around, Agnes is watching friend after friend, family after family, listen and agree ... it begins slowly, of course it does, but she worries that before too long, it will be her family hearing the speeches. After all, Orion has already joined .... and so did Albion. 

CONNECTIONS:

Walburga Black: Is there anyone you’re closer to? Sure, there’s all those siblings and cousins of hers to compete with, but you’ve never been worried about that because you and Wally had a bond no one ever seemed to be able to drive a wedge into. Not even your mistakes, and that’s good ... considering you made plenty of them together.

Zaria Karkaroff: You feel a little bad these days about what happened with Zaria, sure, but none of it ever stopped you from continuing to talk to her anyways. Your parents said (and in fairness, you and your friends did agree this was the correct move) that Zaria didn’t belong, and that Orpheus was the victim, but ... you knew Orpheus, too, and you might have helped him pull it off.

Dahlia Prewett: No one really knows what went down between the pair of you except ... well .. you two. One day, everything was fine, and the pair of you seemed thick as thieves,  then, out of nowhere, the two of you were never seen together again. Mysterious given your small friend circle. What happened? Was it something absolutely unbecoming of a lady? It’s what your mothers would lead you to believe, i’m sure.

Georgie Parkinson: You've all been friends for so long, you’d think the four of you do everything together, but only three of you have careers, and two of you work in the same building – and now the same office. So, maybe, lately, you’ve been spending more time with G than Walburga or Dahlia ... that’s fine. You all still share everything, anyways, don’t you?

STATISTICS.

name: reuben étienne-skeeter birth date (age): 18 may (29) faceclaim:  elliot knight gender identity (pronouns): cis male (he / him) blood status: pureblood occupation: muggle liaison officer - ministry of magic

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

you do what you’re asked to, no question, no argument. until her. then it changed, your life once shackled to expectation, released with the flames of desire. the mixture of business and pleasure, whispered conversations, teetering on the edge of something different, something new. its a thin fine line between duty and love.

BIO.

How Reuben Grew Up?

Reuben lived a very privileged life. Raised in Neuilly-Auteuil-Passy there wasn’t anything Reuben suffered without. Fine tutors, lessons galore, he had the finest education his parents afforded him. He attended Beauxbatons and was part of the elite crowd. His ambition for power was seen from a very young age, spearheading many groups and extracurriculars he was raised to be a leader. His interests laid mostly with politics and affairs of the state, he was rarely ever seen without a newspaper of some kind. Magical and muggle alike. Reuben knew his duty from a young age, marry good, high standing career and produce the next line of Etienne’s. 

What’s Happened Since?

When Reuben graduated Beauxbatons, he took up a position with the Ministry Of Magic working in the foreign affairs office. His link between France and England gave him great connections and he quickly made a name for himself. But like most English, his last name caused feathers to ruffle and he soon adopted the surname Skeeter. It’s origins stemmed from the Cypriot meaning for Blood but was English enough to pass. It also was a sense of irony. He soon moved further up the ladder and undertook the position of liaison between the muggle and wizarding world and enjoys having his feet in both sides of politics. 

How They’re Connected?

Reuben knew nothing of Tom Riddle. Until a few years into the ministry when people began to talk. A half blood with high ambitions didn’t register highly on Reuben’s list of concerns. But then stories sprung up and reports began coming in, whispers and rumours began to spread like wildfire and his interest piqued at how such a man could cause so much attention. Reuben has always stood for his blood position but never spoke down towards any others, but every class system had a catalyst and Reuben expects this one to cause a bang.  

What Is Reuben’s Motivation?

Reuben loves his wizarding life. He’s proud of the wizards and witches of his age and would protect those who needed it. He’s smart, observant and knows the attack was due to something nefarious. Anything or anyone which could damage his world, he wants to see put in the ground. Reuben also has a lot to lose, to the outside he projects a man of duty and honor, but his heart lies somewhere else. Or with someone in particular and he doesn’t know the full intentions of Tom Riddle and his objective, but he certainly won’t risk himself or them for the ambitions of a bitter, twisted sociopath. .

STATISTICS.

name: winter mcnair  birth date (age): 26 december 1925 (30)   faceclaim:  andrew koji  gender identity (pronouns): cis male (he/him)  blood status: half-blood  occupation: veternarian

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

You did your best to change who you were. But no matter how much you try, something keeps dragging you back down to the icy depths. The worst monsters are those we bring with us. Chaos, confusion, fear- you're afraid. What you believe shapes who you are. Belief can bring salvation or destruction. Whispered prayers and empty whisky tumblers keep you from falling completely, but time is running out.

BIO.

How Winter Grew Up?

Winter Macnair wasn’t anyone special. The Macnair’s were tolerated within social circles but mostly out of respect of ancestors. Their blood had been tainted for three decades due to an unfortunate marriage to a halfblood. But that didn’t stop the Macnair’s from riding the coattails of the sacred 28. Winter was a quiet child, reserved and surveyed the world with an innocence not entirely supported by his parents. Being an only child, he found solace with animals and constantly sneaked wild and stray animals into his room. There was something sweet and pure about having such a precious life in his hands and the companionship sated his need for comfort. His attitude changed though when his time for Hogwarts came around. His parents ordered him to make friends, ensure connections, to better himself and in return, them. Sorted into Slytherin, it opened his mind to the darkness and bitterness which revolved in it. The class system and elitism the house oozed sunk into his skin and the innocence which had made him in his own sense, pure, faded. Desiring to fit in he found himself wrapped up in schemes and plans which would make even his parents shudder.

What’s Happened Since?

Since leaving school, for a few years after he kept the remaining connections and vowed to return his family name back into honor. If that meant bowing down to pureblood females and smarming up to pureblood men then so be it. He was involved in a few plans which were violent, degrading and manipulating. It was only after a certain incident, which made him snap out of the charm he had been under. The horror of what he’d done, the sickness made him revile the man he had been turning into and he fled the close knit circle. He shut himself off from them and focused instead on the one thing which had been his safety blanket. Animals. He trained to become a vet, for the muggle and wizarding world and lived his life as a muggle. With saving animals, each one felt like a redemption of sorts for his actions and his compassion and care returned thrice fold. He works officially for a muggle vets, but also freelances in the wizarding world for family pets and creatures.

How Is Winter Connected to Tom Riddle?

Winter tagged along with Tom in school. He was a halfblood with an aim for greatness and a motivation to succeed. Something Winter had been trying to emulate for himself to make his parents proud. He felt wanted and respected being a part of the clique. Even if it meant doing things he at the time, had no real desire to commit. Winter was in deep with Tom and as the years progressed in school, his dedication to him coiled around him like vines, tightening and cutting with every deed. Until that one event, which shook him to the core, which made him finally put a stop to the dangerous path he was on. It went too far, he never thought it would end up the way it did. When Tom disappeared, so did Winter and he mentioned nothing to anyone about what had gone down. But it follows him even until this day. Plaguing his dreams and thoughts. And then Tom came back and Winter began to run once more. He was being better. He couldn’t go down that path again. The taste of evil however, would always remain in his mouth.

What Is Their Motivation?

Winter wants to be better. To do better. And to live the quiet life he always truly wanted. His parents aren’t in the picture, he cut them out long ago. He’s painted himself a picture of being the kind Vet with a compassionate heart and all he wants is to save animals and settle down. Tom threatens that and like an addict, Winter knows the strength of the drug Tom releases in his personality. His desire for better is motivating him in making sure Tom stays far away. Even if that means a more permanent way.

STATISTICS.

name: evander macmillan birth date (age): 16 January (32) faceclaim: regé-jean page gender identity (pronouns): cismale ( he / him ) blood status: pureblood occupation: Ministry of Magic, Dept. of Magical Law Enforcement - Improper Use of Magic

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

Despite your best efforts you were never your parents focus, never their first choice as a child. You were given the best of the best as far as education. Tried your very best to make them proud and be the perfect son. You were the perfect son. But then she was born. It wasn’t that you hated your sister, because you didn’t and still don’t; it wasn’t her fault that your parents doted on her instead, paid more attention to her instead, loved her instead. You couldn’t help but feel a small amount of resentment towards her. The moment your mother took her away from you was when you decided that if your parents were going to choose her over you (even though you were the one who wholeheartedly believed in the ideals your father instilled in you) then you were going to try and shape her into someone worthy of your father’s affections. Mold her into the person she was meant to be–supposed to be. Even if doing so kills you in the end.

BIO.

Just busy. 

That was what he told himself as a child so he wouldn’t feel so alone. Evander spent most of his childhood playing by himself quietly and trying desperately to get his parents attention. While he had the world at his fingertips and anything a child could want at his disposal, it wasn’t what a child his age needed. It was true that his parents were incredibly busy people. Always on the go and barely a word to each other in between. But things changed when his sister was born. Their attention was now focused on her and she was given everything that he simply was not. Evander took notice of this even as a small child and his heart broke. Why wasn’t he worthy of attention and love? Why wasn’t he seen? As they grew, so did they in closeness. Evander and Isabella were near inseparable and told each other everything. He decided that if their parents were going to focus on her he might as well shape her into the kind of witch that they could be proud of.

Thing was, that they were just two different people. While he saw things the way their father did and wholeheartedly believed in those ideals–Isabella was the opposite. Or at least that was what it seemed. His sister took more after their mother and Evander blamed it on the fact that when she got old enough that their mother whisked her away. Never spending too much time apart but it was enough every time for him to learn to resent their mother. He still loved her, she was his mother, but he couldn’t help but feel the growing disdain every time she took Isabella with her. Why wouldn’t she take him too? Was he not enough? It was like a knife was shoved in his stomach and twisted each and every time he watched them leave and said goodbye. In leaving Evander behind with his father, he was molded into a respectable wizard. One who knew who to talk to and associate with. He made formalities and small talk like everyone else. Falling in line with the rest of the pureblood families. He was going to be the perfect son, he decided. He would make them notice him.

Once in school, he assumed things would be different. He was sorted into Ravenclaw and nothing ever made more sense to him than being at that table. He was welcomed with open arms and over time he made himself a little family. Tom Riddle, while halfblood, had the same mindset and drive that Evander did. It was only natural for the two to become close friends. His need to prove his parents (or father at the very least) wrong, that he was worth love and attention, along with his growing friendship with his peers only served to drive a wedge between him and Isabella. It hurt him to watch her go down the wrong path. To watch her make friends with the wrong lot. She was their parents' pride and joy so why wasn’t she acting like it? But no matter what Isabella did it just made their parents prouder and praise her even more. Evander knew that their father was disappointed but he still made every excuse in the book for his sister. A luxury he was never given.

Exiting school, he was given an internship at the Ministry and Evander fell in love with his work. As soon as he was eligible, he took a position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. A few years in and he got a letter from his good friend Tom from school. Tom had taken notice at how devastatingly good at gathering information Evander was in school and how he was at his job now. They spoke at length of what the Wizarding World was coming to and how disgusting it was. Both coming to an agreement that it was unacceptable. That was when Tom told him that he needed Evander’s help. He had plans and since the two had been close in school and shared the same ideals–Evander was eager to help. Thinking Tom a genius and admired him for taking the initiative to change the way the world ran.

Only problem was–where would that put Isabella? Evander decided that he would try to bring her back home. If it was the last thing he did..

CONNECTIONS.

TBD.

STATISTICS.

name: ziya padgett birth date (age): 21 June (32) faceclaim: berk cankat gender identity (pronouns): cis male ( he / him ) blood status: pureblood occupation: Ministry: Dept. of Magical Law Enforcement - Hitwix

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

You were just a kid, swept up in false promises and the thrill of a job well done. You could trace your family back just as far as any other; generation upon generation of talented witches and wizards to be proud of, all until that one awful tear in an otherwise worthy tapestry. Maybe if another sort would have sunk their claws into your impressionable mind, things could have been different? You’re not a kid anymore though, and everything you’ve done to this point can’t simply be erased. You’re not really sure you want it to be. All you know is this time around, you want a seat at the god damn table. You’re done getting your hands dirty for people who spit in your face. Which table? Merlin only knows. 

BIO.

Growing Up: 

  Ziya’s upbringing was just this side of average. His house was slightly bigger than others, his broomstick newer, his robes far from hand-me-downs. It could have been better, was what his father had told him time and time again, but the Padgett family had slipped from the rung they’d found themselves on back when Ziya’s grandfather married a muggle woman. It had been quite the scandal, and Ziya’s own father had done little to repair it though he’d claim otherwise. He married a halfblood himself. It was Ziya’s older brothers, Thaddeus and Everett who influenced him the most. They looked out for him, sure, but they also whispered ideas in his head. They spoke of repairing what had been lost, even from a young age. They showed him that they meant it too, always striving to be the best. In school, they had immense success in classes, in friendships, and on the Quidditch pitch. Thaddeus had been Head Boy in his year, and after graduation, Everett had charmed his way to a position of respect within the Ministry’s Wizengamot. Ziya idolized them. He believed them when they said things could be different, that there were no need to settle.

 Ziya tried his best to follow in their footsteps. Thaddeus was a 7th year when he was a 2nd, and Everett had settled in the middle in 5th year. He’d damn near begged the Sorting Hat to place him in Slytherin too, and to his immense relief it had agreed. He was never as silver-tongued as Everett, or as boldly confident as Thaddeus, but Merlin did he try. He was good at duelling though, and quick on his feet. Thaddeus and Everett never lacked physicality, but Ziya surpassed them tenfold. He was athletic and learned best through practice and hands-on experiences than any sort of theory. He was still a teenager when his older brothers invited him to meet their friends. It was exactly what Zi wanted. He longed to feel purposeful, to claw back the pride he had for his family name, their legacy. At first he didn’t mind the tasks he was put to –– running errands, delivering parcels he was forbidden from opening, but once he graduated, those errands turned into something more, and the risks increased with it. 

The problem was that it didn’t feel like the reward did. He sat, sulking beside his brothers, as Grindelwald spoke. He was enthralled, until the mockery came along with it. He’d muddied his hands for these people, who turned their noses up at them. It was infuriating that he still sought their approval despite it all. Thaddeus promised they would restore their name soon. Everett reassured his worries, insisting he would understand when the dust had settled and he saw the world wide open before them once more. 

Connection to Tom:      

The world blew open, that was for damn sure. Thaddeus and Everett hadn’t prepared him for the possibility of Grindelwald failing, but they’d been there to ensure he stayed far away from trials and arrests and Azkaban. He’d dealt with some questioning, and suspicious looks, but there wasn’t enough evidence to do much more, even if he’d made it infuriatingly complicated. He owed that complication to Tom. He’d been older, but not so far older that they couldn’t be close. He’d been the youngest of his family, but Tom was like a younger brother for him. He fell for his charm, and for the reassurances that it was his age –– not the unfortunate dark spot on his blood line –– that kept him from truly having a seat at the table. He got his hands dirty in school too, stupid pranks, stupid hazing. It wasn’t serious. Ziya had seen what serious looked like, Tom wasn’t there. Not yet. But he could sense it, his intuition piqued now. 

Thaddeus and Everett weren’t as sure about Tom, but they never discouraged their friendship either. And now? Ziya still cares deeply for the man he’s called friend, but he’s not sure he can stand behind some of his recent choices. He doesn’t want to be drug into the muddy waters again, not when the reward feels further and further away. He’s worked hard to shake off his youthful involvement, reassuring others that he’s grown up, matured. Tom knows though, he knows all his damn secrets. He wants to trust Tom, but he’s seen too many people like him left to face the aurors alone, still covered head to toe in the muddy fuckin’ proof. 

Current Motivations:     

Now Ziya is working on figuring out where he stands in this all. He’s never been afraid of hard work, and he likes to believe he’s loyal as they come ( maybe the sorting hat had even been right about it’s initial assessment ), but he’s not ready to muddy his hands again, not without more reassurance. He stays in touch with Tom, to a degree, though there’s been more distance since graduating some years ago. He’s built his own life in the aftermath of Grindelwald, his record pristine despite personally knowing otherwise. He enjoys his job, finding it rewarding and thrilling all at once. He doesn’t even mind the looks his coworkers sometimes toss his way, but there are days where he forgets himself. It feels good, using his talent to escort high profile witches and wizards, to protect Quidditch players during riots, to stand in the fray when others would turn back. And maybe he just doesn’t think about the complicated emotions that boil up inside when a particularly difficult file crosses his desk. Until someone gives him a reason to get up, he’s going to sit at this table. 

CONNECTIONS.

TBD.

STATISTICS.

name: orpheus burke birth date (age): 23 September (28) faceclaim: ross butler gender identity (pronouns): cis male ( he / him) blood status: pureblood occupation: businessman

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

A carefully tailored suit, perfectly spit shined shoes and a tie to match. You were always dressed to the nines when it came to presenting you to others. You were your parents' pride and joy after all. A mix of graveyard dirt and the air just before it down poured rain. It wasn’t that you enjoyed watching the world burn around you. Oh no, you would much rather make a profit off of it while it burned. It came naturally to you, the ability to sweet talk others into forking up their money and the sound of galleons hitting the palm of your hand was music to your ears. If only your brothers saw the world the way you did. They were much too into things that normal boys were into. Things like girls and sex. That just wasn’t on your radar – much too selfish for such things to catch your attention.

BIO.

Only five years old and that was when his parents started parading him around like some kind of show dog. His mother spewed to anyone who would listen about how she was raising such a gentleman. A little heartbreaker, a ladies man. But girls were never in the cards for him. He just wasn’t interested in matters of the heart. Now when his father would boast about how he would one day take over the family business? That caught his attention. Orpheus would listen intently to every word his father said and hung on them as they dripped off his lips. He paid careful attention to when his father’s meetings were and what was being discussed. While his brothers were chasing skirts and trying to woo girls their age, he had other plans. There were more important matters at hand and his eyes were on the prize every step of the way. Once he got his letter everyone expected him to be sorted into Ravenclaw. Such a clever and witty boy he was. Surely, he would land into the ranks with the book wise. It was a shock when the hat shouted “SLYTHERIN!” instead.

Odysseus was placed in Gryffindor the following year and Nessus as well the following year. Five boys all together, each and every one of them all into Gryffindor–except Orpheus that is. He was never particularly close to his brothers. They all seemed to have a one track mind and that just wasn’t the kind of life he saw for himself. It wasn’t until he was in sixth year when he had caught wind that he was set to marry. Marriage was not part of his plan and as far as he was concerned, a woman would just further complicate things for him. No, no, no. This just wasn’t part of the plan. But he carried on regardless. Orpheus discovered he was good at potions by accident one day and that changed everything. A potion gone awry and he fancied himself a genius. Selling his potions for nefarious purposes in a sort of “black market” so to speak. That was when he met Agnes. Talking to her felt like he had known her his whole life and he knew then that they would be great friends. Which was why when he had accidentally caused his father’s untimely demise at the ripe age of eighteen, Orpheus went to her.

All eyes were suddenly on the eldest Burke boy who was the only known witness. Together they swept it under the rug and somehow got attention off of him and onto his brother; Achilles. It was easy to frame his younger brother. Now, he was never the best with memory charms but he was good enough to manipulate his brother’s to fit his narrative. Achilles took the fall without a fight and confessed. No sooner was his brother thrown in Azkaban than he was forced to discuss wedding details with his mother. It wasn’t that Zaria wasn’t his cup of tea. She was attractive enough. They just weren’t on the same wavelength. She would muddy his plans for the business and with the deed being in his name there was no time for Orpheus to focus on anything else. Not that he wanted to anyways. Again, he ran to Agnes to fix his problems and again they were fixed with a swiftness.

Opening your shop was a slow start. There wasn’t much need for his trinkets and potions that lined his shelves. But these days? It wasn’t beneath Orpheus to use a friend’s success to build his own. Sure, he and Tom had been friendly in school but he all but laughed out loud at the thought of him being called “Dark Lord”. Nevertheless, his shop was booming with business. Orpheus had half a mind to send good ‘ol Tom a thank you card. Then again, he also had half a mind to try powdered dragon claw.

CONNECTIONS.

Tom Riddle: He was nice enough at school, but now with this little crusade of his? Your idea to open a shop of Dark artifacts left over from Grindlewald could not be more successful. Every other day it's a new customer talking about what Mr. Riddle has informed them of, how he's opened their eyes, and if they could just take one of his nastiest things, they'll be on their way. He's made your fortune, yes, but some of these people should not have the artifacts in your shop. You're starting to feel a little responsible. Zaria Karkaroff: She was supposed to be your wife, and maybe she would have been if she hadn't been such a nightmare to be around. There was no sense of business to her, only obligations and whatever flights of fancy fill the heads of girls like her. You're not proud of how you got rid of her, burning down her reputation with some forged letters, but it worked, and you've been as free as bird for years now. Shame she seems to have pulled herself out of that pit.

Agnes Fawley: When you needed to get rid of that ... pain ... they’d decided you should marry, Agnes was there for you, of course she was, she’d always been, your whole lives you’d been mates; through thick and theme, schemes and scams, if it needed doing, she was voted most likely to make it happen in your book. So she did, you did, and the pair of you were fine. Now you just have to buck up and ask her to marry you.

STATISTICS.

name: violet nott birth date (age): 21 June (25) faceclaim: anya taylor joy gender identity (pronouns): cis woman (she/her) blood status: pureblood occupation: Ministry: Dept. of Mysteries: Unspeakable

AESTHETICS & MOTIVATIONS.

to the bitter, bitter end. coffee marks ringing the table, dark circles under your eyes, spilled ink splashed across parchment. people make promises they don't mean as often as they breathe, but you've never been one to forget. the weight of everything others have forgotten weighs on your shoulders like the world on atlas', but you refuse to let go. why can't other people see the stains like you do?

BIO.

Violet wasn't particularly wanted nor unwanted-- another daughter in a family that already had their sons, another jewel in a collection that had plenty. It showed in the identical dresses she and her sisters wore in portraits, in the number of times she answered to Anna and the number of relatives who never quite remembered who she was. There was a sense of loneliness in the lack of individual identity, but there were advantages in slipping through the cracks.

For one, Vi's father didn't say no to the healer traineeship. Perhaps he thought she wouldn't actually be accepted; perhaps he thought she'd come to her senses and marry rich to avoid work. Neither of those were the reason she lost her license, though.

It's not uncommon some trainees can't handle losing patients. They usually find religion or seek therapy or leave the field, but Vi did something more drastic. It didn't work, not that time, and she got caught. Instead of going to Azkaban for improper disposal of a corpse though, she fell into a job with the Department of Mysteries' Death Chamber.

All of this means, to Vi, that she'd have been a rather valuable recruit for an organisation that called themselves the Death Eaters. They didn't ask her. They asked her brother, who promptly got himself arrested and didn't get a job out of it. More than anything, it's insulting.

CONNECTIONS.

TBD.