#code three

GRETA CATCHLOVE is a 23 year old HALFBLOOD, a former HUFFLEPUFF, and a BOOK SHOP-KEEP who is a CIVILIAN and uses SHE/HER pronouns. They are categorized as CODE THREE. They are currently CLOSED.

Daisies in a finished bottle of wine or soda | True strength lies in persisting in the darkness | Shy glances at your crush | The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls | Being underestimated for enjoying the simple things in life | Pressing flowers in notebooks | Muggle music playing from your records 

HISTORY.

Greta Catchlove was welcomed into the world by two loving parents, who were beyond thrilled to have a beautiful baby girl.  Her childhood was almost idyllic – she spent her time doing things that she loved with the people that she loved.  Her parents fostered her creativity. Together, Greta and her parents would paint nonsense on blank canvases, read in the afternoon sun, hike, and spend their summers swimming and kayaking at nearby lakes.  She was always fascinated by the beauty of the world around her, spending hours sitting in the back garden, just taking all of the beauty in. Watching the ladybugs, caterpillars and ants go about their days, marveling at mushrooms and ferns and oak trees. Greta quickly became the kind of person to give bees water or to save a worm from the pavement.  The Catchlove’s never had an excess of money, but they were happy.

Her fascination with the world prompted Greta to start writing at a young age, at first making detailed notes about her observations, but then starting to run away with her imagination. She dreamt up tales of Princesses and Knights, life-sized ladybugs who could sing, tap dancing dragons, and much more, letting her vivid imagination run wild. When she was 11 and she received her Hogwarts letter, she was both excited and terrified. She’d never known anything other than life with her parents, but she was excited to embark on a new adventure, just like the ones that she made up in her imagination.

Tall and gangly, even for an 11-year-old, Greta made her way to Hogwarts, and was immediately sorted into Hufflepuff house. It wasn’t until she got to school that she realized the simple fact that not everyone was nice. She also had no idea how important blood status was becoming in the Wizarding world. Both of her parents were magical, but her Grandma was a Muggle, and Greta didn’t know how anyone could look down on someone as lovely as her Grandma. She never really excelled at her studies, but she never did poorly, either, enjoying subjects like Care of Magical Creatures and History of Magic more than Transfiguration or Charms. Greta enjoyed learning new things, but was never able to stop her imagination from running wild in the middle of her classes. She was friendly and warm, making a few friends, but was always a bit too introverted and sensitive to form any real bonds, worried about rejection from her more outgoing peers.

When the war started to rage, Greta knew that, while she absolutely held sympathies for those who were standing up to He Who Must Not Be Named and his band of bullies, she had nothing to offer the Order. She stayed neutral in the war, not because she didn’t support the cause, or think that everyone deserved to be treated equally, but because she was terrified for herself and her family. Greta was a writer, not a fighter, and didn’t feel strong or brave enough to make a difference. Her neutrality landed her the code three status, and even after the war ended, she has continued to try to keep her head down so as to not draw any attention. She may have been introverted before, but by the time the war ended, she had pretty much cut herself off from everyone, even her parents. They had both gone into hiding with Greta’s Grandma for her safety, and Greta is terrified for them all. She’s afraid that if she steps out of line, that something bad will happen to her family. There have been few who have been reaching out to her, and Greta appreciates it, trying to push herself to really form some deep connections.

After the war ended, Greta started to be plagued by guilt about her inaction, but she is very careful with who she lets her sympathies be known to. It is these sympathies that Sirius Black seems to be very aware of, and though her interactions with him have been pretty few and far between thus far, she’s incredibly worried of the dangers that come with being associated with Order members. It’s flattering that Sirius seems to think she’s capable of more than neutrality, but a small voice in the back of her head can’t help but think that he’s just grasping at straws for an ally. As usual, there’s an internal war raging inside her head - she’s still absolutely terrified of stepping a toe out of line in the new world order, but she’s starting to think that she needs to do more than just sit idly by while injustices happen. Greta is, of course, completely unaware that she’s being closely watched by the new regime, which is probably for the best, as knowing would completely ramp up her anxiety.

If there was one quality that her parents instilled into her, it was kindness. People tend to underestimate Greta because she’s soft spoken, gentle, and kind, but she thinks that there’s a great strength and courage in being kind in a cruel world. She is incredibly observant, noticing things about the world around her that others might miss. Though Greta is very sweet and kind, she tends to be quite sensitive, overly anxious, and overthinks things a lot. She’s more of a dreamer than a doer, letting herself get more lost in her imagination than she is grounded in reality. She has a good sense of humour when you get to know her, tries her best to be hopeful, is very down to earth, and cares incredibly deeply about others. Greta tends to be a bit gullible and naïve, is easily flustered and embarrassed, and certainly isn’t the most skilled witch of the bunch. She is, however, a very talented writer, and hopes that one day, by some miracle, the reign of terror will be over, and she’ll be able to publish one of the many books she’s started writing.

CONNECTIONS.

SIRIUS BLACK: Recruiter. Greta has caught him several times since he went into hiding along with the other newly minted fugitives of the law. She would never turn him in, since she doesn’t agree with the new Ministry or the treatment of muggleborns. However, she does wish he would stop coming to her and looking for her to join their cause. She can’t say how she truly feels about him seeing some strength in her that not many others have, but she doesn’t want to get involved in the dangers of the defeated Order of the Phoenix. She offers him all the help she can each time without accepting his offer to join. 

ASLAN SHAFIQ: New Friend. They met at Flourish and Blotts when both were looking over books on herbology and charms. Truthfully, they both reached for the same book at the same time and their hands hit. Greta started talking to Aslan then and discovered that they had a lot in common in their interests and their views. She’s been keeping in touch with him since then and a new friendship is budding between them. It’s such a relief to her in these new days for her to find a new friend to fend off the darkness of the world with.

MOLLY WEASLEY: Companion. Greta started interviewing Molly for a book she was considering writing before the Death Eaters took over. She’d been playing with the idea of a book on charms one uses in the kitchen or one on herbology for your home. Over the afternoons with tea and little babbling babies on Molly’s knee, Great came to really appreciate the kindness, warmth and knowledge of the older witch. However, all hopes of her ever publishing a book like that, or about any topic, came to an end when the Ministry declared that only code ones could be published. She still enjoys talking to Molly when she can, even if it is no longer in pursuit of her book. 

LUCINDA TALKALOT: Classmate. Though Lucinda was in a different house, Greta always admired her from afar when they were at Hogwarts. The two knew of each other, of course, being in the same year, and Greta always wanted to befriend Lucinda, but wasn’t entirely outgoing enough to know how. Greta always admired Lucinda’s take no prisoners attitude, respecting that she was a fighter who always stood up for herself. Lucinda always had qualities that Greta wished she could have more of – she would have loved to be able to stand up for herself more, but confrontation terrifies her. Since graduating, she’s seen Lucinda around, and always thinks about reaching out. She has nothing to lose, and isn’t quite sure what’s stopping her.

FRANK LONGBOTTOM is a 31 year old PUREBLOOD, a former GRYFFINDOR, and is UNEMPLOYED who is a DEATH EATER and uses HE/HIM pronouns. They are categorized as CODE THREE. They are currently CLOSED.

Dead eyes staring blankly into the distance | An apartment filled with photographs and toys | Dry eyes, sad heart | The setting sun | A wild unruly beard | Dreaming of tiny feet running down the hallway

HISTORY.

Squeezing her around the middle as you whisper in her ear, spending hours painting the nursery. Dancing in the kitchen, long walks in the park. Frank lives in the past now that his family, his world, is gone.

Frank had a happy childhood, his parents doted on Frank and always taught him that good things come to those who are patient and kind. It was the mantra that directed his life. And like was good. Frank was popular at Hogwarts, you couldn’t help but say hi to him in the hallways. He was athletic, kind, intelligent. Frank had some of the happiest of memories at Hogwarts, much of them would only grow to become bitter. Frank and Alice began dating in their 6th year, his family’s owl was getting on in age and kept on mistaking the girl’s dormitory for Franks. Frank never did tell his parents that they ought to switch owls, for he didn’t mind having Alice personally deliver him his mail. Things became pretty serious rather quick, but Frank had never been more sure about anything in his life before.

They hadn’t been graduated from Hogwarts six months before he first proposed. Alice had been worried about getting married during such uncertain times, more and more mass murders and attacks were happening by the week. Finally Frank was able to convince Alice that none of it would matter as long as they had each other. They’d had a small wedding, but it was perfect. Life went on, and even he couldn’t ignore the growing threat of the war. It was a no brainer to the two of them to join the fight, that is until Alice learned that she was pregnant. It was Alice who wanted him to keep on fighting, so he did, for her, for her and Neville , their yet to be born son. Frank hadn’t known how much he’d wanted to be a father until he'd been allowed to dream of him. He wanted to make the world a better place for their unborn son. They hadn’t told him about the prophecy. None of them had.

The worst part had been finding out from a death eater, the supposed enemy. Neither can live while the other survives. When he’d apparated home it had been too late. 

First he lived in anger, he couldn’t bear to face any of the Order members. Their supposed friends who had kept such a thing secret from him. If he had known he would never have left them alone, not that night, not ever. He would rather have died with them then go on living this empty existence. It hadn’t meant to be their unborn son, it was supposed to be the Potter boy. He’d found out long afterwards. Frank wasn’t surprised that Voldemort had taken extra measures to be careful. What was a month? What was the life of a child? A wife? So instead of being angry at sense, Frank instead has embraced it.

These days he’s barely recognisable as the man he was before. His reason for living, gone. He barely remembers life before Alice, and his time with his son was stolen. Frank instead spends his days staring into the depths of dark drinks, forlorn toys laying about him. A long dead bouquet of flowers upon the kitchen sink. He’s a death eater now, they’ve left him alone for the time being but he knows it’s only a matter of time before they come knocking.

CONNECTIONS.

ALECTO CARROW: Tracked By. Frank knows they’ve got someone following you around.  It’s not as though he gets up to much these days anyway. He can’t blame them for doubting his loyalty though, he wouldn’t trust him either.  Apparently it’s a common theme. But Frank’s not about to go running back to the Order anytime soon, it’s only a matter of time before they realise and he can be let alone to wallow in peace once again. Still, It’s a shame she really has to waste time following him from home to the pub and back again day in day out. He simply lets her follow him about, there’s something welcoming about the distraction. It’s rather entertaining, the way she takes her job so seriously, as if she has something to prove.

MIKHAIL VULCHANOV: New Friend. Frank has gotten sick to death from the looks of pity everybody seems to send his way. It’s either pity or sneers and both are just as bad as the other. Mikhail however, is a new acquaintance. New to the country, the other wizard doesn’t know who he was before and therefore has no expectations of him. Frank’s glad for the company. It almost feels like he can open some sort of a new chapter.

CARADOC DEARBORN: Annoyance. Caradoc wont seem to leave Frank alone. It’s almost as though he’s scared that Frank’s going to blow the whistle on him. Maybe he ought to, Caradoc probably knew about the Order’s best kept secret. The thing is, Frank’s lost his fight, he doesn’t care. He just wishes that Caradoc would stop trying to get him to ‘talk it out’. The only person he wants to talk to about his feelings is dead, and to Frank, Caradoc may as well have been one of the ones who pointed his wand at her. 

KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT: Despises. There’s little that stops Frank from gouging out Kingsley Shacklebolt’s eyes with his own fingers whenever he sees him at the local. One thing is that he’s usually barely able to stand upright himself in order to start a brawl, but he hasn’t let Kingsley forget about his mistakes. Perhaps he ought to feel bad about the guilt trip he gives the other wizard but he can’t bring himself to feel bad not when he feels as though his lost out on far more than Kingsley did.

ANDROMEDA BLACK is a 28 year old PUREBLOOD, a former SLYTHERIN, and a PRIVATE TUTOR who is an ORDER MEMBER and uses SHE/HER pronouns. They are categorized as CODE THREE. They are currently CLOSED.

Satin gowns with grass stains | Stealing the bottle and sneaking out back | Not believing in the lies that your family wants you to | Poetry books with pressed flowers as bookmarks | Forging your own path with your own beliefs | Proper manners even in casual settings | White roses in marble vases

HISTORY.

To be a Black was simple, if you were born a male.  A fate her and her sisters did not have the luxury of having.  The life of a Black woman was drastically different then their male counterparts.  Andromeda knew her life was determined by how fast they can marry and how fast they can produce even better and more powerful male heirs.  A fate Andromeda was never to keen on, but she knew if she didn't cause trouble and remained under her parents radar; then she would be spared such fate as long as possible.

Andromeda had always felt out of place within her family.  Bellatrix had been too far gone by the time Andromeda realized she had never quite had a big sister to begin with.  She knew like everyone else in her path, she was merely a stepping stone on her path forward.  A realization which broke her heart and changed her whole attitude toward Narcissa.  She may not have much of a family, but she hoped she could save Narcissa the same fate by giving her the big sister.  She had never had.

When she was sent off to Hogwarts, she spent her first and second year writing Narcissa every day to ensure she knew, that may she be home alone,  she still had her on her side.   Hogwarts is where Andromeda began to falter, her exposure to the real world could no longer be controlled.  She met wonderful Witches and Wizards of all backgrounds and blood status.  Some she would argue could surpass most Purebloods she knew, a thought that was dangerous.  A thought that would change her from the girl who simply existed to the girl who wished to change her fate.

Andromeda began befriending those in other houses, joining clubs to try to pass off their friendship as nothing more then a working partnership to keep other Slytherin off her back.  Her life was for once in her control, out of the reach of her parents and as long as she could keep her sisters prying minds at bay.  She could perhaps navigate between both worlds but all good things must end and with the rise of Voldemort, her world became dangerous.

Her family, her eldest sister, and most of her childhood friends were all so easily pulled under his sway while Andromeda remained distanced.  Voldemort was a charismatic man, a true snake and Andromeda never fell under his sway.  

She insisted she wished to remain neutral, knowing the truth would be a death sentence.  Moving from the Black family manor and gaining a small loft in hiding.  Using old contacts to gain as much knowledge as she could, but not too much that she would draw the eyes of other purebloods.  Passing said information through members of the order who hid in plain sight.  Battle locations, death eater names and the occasional plan to root out a spy or rat in their midst.  

She acted as a midway point, often using funds to provide new identities  for muggleborns who needed to hide or flee.  She had succeeded in keeping her part in the failed defense private, or at least she believed.  That was until her code appeared and she knew, that someone knew she wasn't quite the pureblood she often pretended to be.  

With the fall of the order, she maintains her cover.  Looking out for the youth of the future and hoping to perhaps spare them the same indoctrinations she herself had once been subject too.

CONNECTIONS.

TED TONKS: Interest. There's something about his kindness and his warmth that Andromeda had never seen before. Her world had been full of cruel and uncaring people for as long as she could remember. Yet, even during these hard times for someone like him who was supposed to be an enemy because of his blood, she still sees him with a smile on his face. It's caught her interest that now Andromeda wishes she knew his secret of how to always be so happy. It must be a gift how he can stay so positive.

NARCISSA BLACK: Sister. Andromeda loves her sister more than life itself. The trio of Black sisters grew up together without any love, affection or attention from their parents. They fixed that by giving each other all that they needed. But as they grew up, they all started to drift their own ways. Andromeda sees the sadness in her younger sister though and hates seeing her like this. She'd do anything to help her sister find something to make her happy instead of giving into the trap of their society.

EMMA VANITY: Friend. Though Andromeda never played on the quidditch team for Slytherin, she ended up befriending a few of them since her roommate was the captain. It was through her that she met Emma. She liked the girl’s drive and how she wasn’t going to let anything stop her from getting what she wanted. Unlike most of the others in their house, Emma was never involved in the blood purity talks and they were both semi shunned from many for thinking in similar manners. Andromeda respects how Emma never lets anything around her deter her from her goals and she wishes she had some of the same fight and strength as her.

SIRIUS BLACK: Cousin. Her connection within the order and the only family member that Andromeda ever felt truly safe to be herself around.  Andromeda trusted Sirius to keep her identity a secret and to this day still holds him in such high regard.