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move  over  newt  a  new  brit’s  in  town

zinnia  fox  is  the  only  daughter  of  bellamy  fox

yeah,  that  bellamy  fox.  the  front-runner  of  grudge  match,  a  popular  70s  english  punk  rock  band,  who  later  split  apart  to  follow  his  own  solo  career  and  skyrocketed  to  fame

she  never  knew  her  mother,  and  her  dad  refuses  to  talk  about  her

yes  it’s  a  little  switched  up  from  the  og  parent  trap  cause  the  dad’s  the  british  one  yada  yada

for  the  past  few  years  her  dad’s  been  dating  anastasia  blaine,  a  publicist  who  zinnia  does  not  like  (  cough  cough  meredith  blake  basically  )  and  is  lowkey  just  in  it  for  the  fame

the  only  saving  grace  is  that  they’re  not  married  yet  even  tho  anastasia  is  clearly  constantly  hinting  towards  it

but  now  her  dad’s  bought  a  new  house  in  strawberry,  a  tiny  town  in  the  middle  of  american  suburban  nowhere,  and  seems  to  be  leaving  the  rockstar  lifestyle  behind  in  favour  of  settling  down

zinnia  does  NOT  want  him  to  settle  down  with  anastasia

anastasia  pronounces  her  name  like  ana-STAHS-ya  (  like  anastasia  beverly  hills  )  and  calls  zinnia  zinny,  which  she  hates  more  than  anything  else

zinnia  isn’t  exactly  what  you’d  expect  the  daughter  of  a  rockstar  to  be  like,   what  with  her  posh  english  accent,  her  preppy  outfits  (  think  lara  jean  covey  but  90s.  or  rachel  green  )  and  her  english  lit  major  (  taken  exclusively  online  since  she  travels  with  her  dad  so  much  )

but  this  girl  has  all  the  swagger  and  self-confidence  of  a  rockstar’s  daughter

she  is  used  to  walking  into  a  room  and  everyone  knowing  her  name

totally  used  to  there  being  no  consequences to  her  actions

i  said  my  next  muse  was  gonna  be  a  whore  and  i  meant  it.  zinnia  fucks

she’s  not  ashamed  of  it  either  !  or  coy  about  it  !  i  haven’t  seen  sex  education  but  like,  gillian  anderson’s  character  vibes

she’s  absolutely  shameless  and  unapologetic

anastasia  wants  her  to  act  like  a  proper  little  english  lady  &  so  she  does  …  but  also  she  weaponizes  her  femininity  like  the  passive  aggressive  brat  she  is

she  loves  writing  &  mostly  writes  romance  and  erotica.  again  she  is  not  embarrassed  about  it

comes  off  initially  as  cute  and  sweet  and  innocent,  and  she  knows  it  and  uses  it

just  doesn’t  respect  men  :/  she’ll  have  sex  with  them  but  she  just  doesn’t  respect  them

SO  MUCH  respect  for  women  tho

some  trust  issues  because  a  lot  of  people  just  want  to  get  close  to  her  cause  of  her  father

big  dick  energy

absolutely  chaotic  neutral  bisexual,  pro  at  pulling  pranks  &  being  a  little  fuck

excellent  poker  face

small  but  powerful

she’s  a  scorpio

allergic  to  strawberries  which  is  ironic  :/  because  they  just  moved  to  strawberry  :/  anyway  zinnia  hates  it  &  wants  to  break  her  dad  and  anastasia  up  so  they  can  move  tf  out  of  the  states  and  back  to  england

BASICS.

NAME: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy D.O.B: June 10, 1958 GENDER / PRONOUNS: cisgender male, he/him SEXUALITY: pansexual BLOOD STATUS: pureblood FC: Cody Fern

HISTORY.

—— Lucius’ full bio can be found here! It’s long af (i’m sorry), so below is a bulleted abbreviation...which, admitteedly, is still a bit long. —— 

᛫ The firstborn and only son of this generation’s pureblood Malfoy family, Lucius is born into the social elite of the wizarding world and quickly becomes their silver prince. 

᛫ He is born popular. Mothers fawn over his hair as though it is spun from white gold, fathers toast the elegant savagery laid bare behind his diamond eyes. Teachers favor him for his natural aptitude in charms, history, the darks arts, and potions, while students both awe and quiver at the boy who would be king. He is never alone, surrounded by sycophants and supporters alike, true friends a rarity — somewhat of his own devising.

᛫  It’s during his last few years at Hogwarts that he develops a fascination with the Dark Arts, not wholly unfamiliar with dark magic since his childhood. He starts up a clandestine business selling dark potions and curses to students in search of *blameless* retribution, forever operating in the shadows and wreaking havoc from the comfort of his dormitory. When word of the pseudo-business reaches his professors’ ears, another innocent falls prey to his scheming and takes the blame for him instead. 

᛫ Once graduated from Hogwarts, Lucius expands his family's business, collecting and dealing Dark artifacts to worthy buyers, and purveying potions of his own making, various curses he'd devised, and the sordid secrets of others. 

᛫ Soon enough, a bloom of greed takes root in his mind, and he desires little more than to reform the house of Malfoy in his image: to capitalize on their strengths, solidify their connections, and eliminate all weaknesses, to cement the Malfoy family as not just one of the great Wizarding families, but the great Wizarding family — not just wheel and deal in the trade of Dark Artifacts, regardless of the gold it brought in. 

᛫ At twenty-one, he kills his father with the mere slip of a potion crafted by his own hand. The first year of his ‘reign’ is cut short when a small coup, led by his uncle (once a favorite, now a foe) and increasingly impressionable mother, arrange for Lucius to be stolen off into the night and taken into Edin’s ruthless arms. 

᛫ To the rest of the Wizarding World, it is a natural progression to the conquerings of the Malfoy family; after all, it is only fitting that such a family would sink their teeth into yet another magical agency. However, there are still some who quietly support him and believe that there’s a certain truth to the story hidden by chandeliers and smoke.

᛫ Although his family history has forever been intertwined with the magical dark, Lucius makes it a point to appear relatively neutral in regards to blood purity. It’s largely an act, of course — he’s undoubtedly partial to blood purists — but, for the sake of relaying information back to his supporters about possible threats and plots, he keeps up the pretense to play both sides fairly equally.

᛫ To say he is a ‘spy’ is only partially accurate — currently, he is simply an opportunistic sort, eyes set on nothing but the extent of his own skin. He is willing to commit himself to a cause as long as the highest bidder is behind it all. Though he does not know where the weaving twists and turns of his path through Edin will lead, Lucius is forever plotting, examining the world around him as a chessboard if only to claim his rightful checkmate.

EXTRAS:

᛫ *friendly* neighborhood manipulator and murderer !!

᛫ Drama Queen™️ , but kind of on the DL

᛫ is very likely going a bit mad living without the luxuries he’s grown accustomed to; has definitely tried to purchase private living quarters for himself

᛫ daddy issues af

᛫ his hair is big and full of secrets (okay, but seriously... he’s the sort who knows something about everything in the room and knows exactly how to use it against them)

᛫ cannot handle flying on a broom to save his life

᛫ actually very adept with potions and spells! he’d probably make an excellent healer if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s...often the reason people need healing.

OOC.

rita skeeter ( born margarita estrella skeeter ) has always craved two things in life: love & attention. from the moment she was born, she would cry and scream until she was coddled in someone’s arms. perhaps it was a side effect of always being seen as second best. you see, it was rita’s sister, adelina skeeter, who was viewed as the golden child, the little girl who could do no wrong, the sickeningly sweet miracle that rita’s parents had always hoped for. rita, on the other hand, was an accident — and she had to spend every second of her childhood proving she was worth anyone’s time.

this, of course, left the young girl starved for affection — she craved it so intensely, the kind of love and attention that her sister was showered in, that any time she was even remotely praised for something, she would repeat that action again and again and again until she was told off for being boring. she moulded herself after addy, so beautiful, so graceful, so intelligent and creative and multi-talented — but never quite enough.

rita’s first year at hogwarts was an absolute nightmare. as addy was a seventh year and head girl at the time, she constantly lived in the shadow of this brilliant, extraordinary witch. rita tried everything to get noticed, to be a pioneer within the slytherin house, but nothing she did was ever enough for what addy had accomplished when she was her age.

it wasn’t until rita decided to put her keen observational skills to use that she began to garner some attention. having spent her whole life up until now observing her older sister, picking for flaws, she knew how to see things that no one else could even dream of seeing. by the end of her first year, she had started so much gossip and intrigue that nearly everyone, including those in older years, would come to her if they had a curiosity they wanted confirmed about another student.

for the next three years, rita clung to this. she’d always wanted to be the best at something, and if this meant she was the best at gossip, then who was she to complain? people were talking to her now, they wanted things from her that no one else could give, and so she leaned into this, pushing and prodding at buttons that everyone else was too scared to even go near and spreading rumours like there was no tomorrow. she was a queen at this, at watching and manipulating and deceiving to get the information she might need to cause a ruckus, and having never particularly cared for the feelings of others in the first place, she had no problem ruining lives if it meant she got the attention she needed.

by the time she entered fifth year, spreading gossip through word of mouth simply wasn’t enough for this ambitious young girl. and so little rita pulled together a team and began a school newspaper, a lengthy publication left at the doorstep of every dorm on the first saturday of every month. the newspaper kept updates on the outside world, the running tally of house points, run-downs of the most recent quidditch games, a q&a and, of course, skeeters corner — hogwarts’ new gossip column.

rita thrived in her last three years at hogwarts. with the paper keeping her busy and the students practically falling at her knees for all its information (they could hate her all they wanted, but everyone loved a bit of gossip) fifth and sixth year flew by in a blink for her. it was in her seventh year that she began to push herself even further. picking classes that would help her shine ( after all, rita had always been talented in more ways than one ), rita pushed herself to stand out as one of the most talented witches in her year, knowing it was something she could achieve now that she was in the spotlight and addy was out of the way. but she continued to push herself outside of classes too --- in her own time, rita saw that there was a way to push her limits even further, and towards the end of her seventh year, rita became an animagus, all on her own.

leaving hogwarts was where things started to change. rita had shone within hogwarts because she was at hogwarts --- it was easy to shine there when she had the entire school wrapped around her finger. out in the real world, however, rita had yet to pull everyone into her trance. she had a brief stint at the daily prophet directly after she had graduated, but they wouldn’t let her shine like she knew she could, and so she left quickly. without things like skeeters corner to keep her busy, rita felt lost.

when she first heard about edin, rita knew what she had to do. she in no way had a dream of becoming an auror, or even a hit witch like she put on her application, but she’d been told edin was for the best of the best, and rita skeeter was the best. so she joined recruitment a year after she had graduated, slightly behind but with a drive that pushed her further than some of her fellow hopefuls. rita had always been a talented witch, but edin was different --- edin was tough, and it took rita an extra year to pass recruitment than anyone else, now making her two years older than her fellow first years.

this extra time however has only made rita even more desperate to prove herself. once she had started recruitment, she needed to finish it, because there was no way she was going to come out as a failure, and the same goes for her now as she walks the halls of the training program. she is not just the best at gossip, after all ( she is the best at that, though ). did addy pass edin recruitment? i didn’t think so.

character  inspo:  amy  march  (  little  women  ),  shelby  wyatt  (  quantico  ),  glinda  upland  (  wicked  ),  rachel  green  (  friends  )

dorcas  louisa  ruth  meadowes  hails  from  old  money,  sweltering  summer  heat,  peaches,  spanish  moss,  and  crickets  at  dusk.  she  grew  up  in  the  american  deep  south,  the  baby  of  a  well-established  pureblood  family.  

with  four  older  siblings,  two  doting  parents,  and  a  fleet  of  nannies,  dorcas  was  never  in  want  of  attention.  basil  &  myra  meadowes  married  and  had  children  young  and  fast;  her  mother  had  dorcas’s  eldest  brother  when  she  was  only  twenty  one,  and  had  dorcas  (  the  youngest  )  five  years  later.  

(  her  siblings,  in  order:  montgomery,  or  monty.  the  only  boy,  aged  25.  clementine,  23.  the  twins,  willow  &  winona,  22.  and  last  comes  dorcas,  20.  )

their  parents  loved  them,  to  be  sure,  but  basil  &  myra  were  never  much  for  hard  work;  the  nannies  dealt  with  diaper  changes  and  crying  toddlers  and  scraped  knees.  

but  when  the  sun  was  shining,  the  meadowes  would  gather  their  offspring  and  spoil  them  rotten  with  picnics,  and  weekends  at  their  beach  home,  and  banquets  with  all  basil  &  myra’s  friends.  and  so  all  dorcas’s  childhood  memories  of  her  parents  are  of  laughter  and  golden  days  and  bliss.

basil  &  myra  held  frequent  catered  banquets,  the  adults  getting  flushed  and  tipsy  off  rot-your-teeth  sugary  drinks,  cooing  over  the  dolled-up  children.  dorcas  adored  the  attention.  she  loved  dressing  up  in  her  best  clothes  and  showing  off  the  meagre  magic  she  could  do  (  though  she  still  had  impressive  control  over  wandless  magic  for  a  child  )  and  being  patted  on  the  head  and  called  darling.

i’m  pretty  sure  jkr  has  said  that  ilvermorny  is  the  only  north  american  wizarding  school  but  i’m  gonna  go  ahead  and  say  fuck  that  cause  i  can’t  see  dorcas  and  her  siblings  going  to  ilvermorny,  since  1)  it’s  in  massachusetts  and  2)  it  “  has  the reputation  of  being  one  of  the  most  democratic,  least  elitist  of  all  the  great  wizarding  schools  ”  and  i  think  dorcas  would’ve  gone  to  a  preppier  school

also,  one  school  for  all  of  north  america  ?  yeah  ok,  sure

so  we’ll  say  she  went  to  a  smaller,  more  prestigious  wizarding  school  in  virginia,  the  wizarding  equivalent  of  a  private  school.  aglionby  academy  vibes  from  the  raven  cycle.  

it  wouldn’t  be  quite  fair  to  say  dorcas  excelled  in  school.  she  did  quite  well,  but  she  wasn’t  top  of  her  class.  more  like  …  fourth  in  her  class.  

she  wasn’t  even  top  in  her  siblings.  they  all  had  their  unofficial  roles  to  play.  monty  was  the  athletic  one,  clementine  was  the  brainy  one,  the  twins  were  charming  and  mischievous,  and  dorcas  …  dorcas  was  the  pretty  one.

but  that  doesn’t  bother  dorcas.  she  loves  her  siblings,  and  she  loves  her  parents.  everyone  knows  how  close  the  meadowes  family  is.

the  thing  about  dorcas  is  that  she  never  seems  bothered.  she  floats  through  life  with  a  carefree,  laissez-faire  attitude,  apple-cheeked  and  dimpled,  laughing  off  any  failure  that  comes  her  way,  because  hey,  no  big  deal,  it  wasn’t  that  important  anyway.  

(  if  you  asked  dorcas  what  is  important  to  her,  what  matters  to  her,  she  would  have  trouble  giving  you  an  answer.  )

dorcas  flits  from  short-lived  interest  to  short-lived  interest.  when  she  was  thirteen,  it  was  horseback  riding.  when  she  was  fourteen,  it  was  wandlore.  when  she  was  fifteen,  it  was  poetry.  but  none  of  them  lasted  very  long,  conquered  by  that  old  familiar  restless  boredom.

dorcas  is  the  quintessential  baby  sister  (  think  amy  march  )  which  is  why,  when  monty  enrolled  in  a  martial  arts  course,  dorcas  insisted  on  enrolling  as  well.  (  i  feel  like  wizards  probably  have  their  own  unique  styles  of  martial  arts,  but  i’m  gonna  say  it  was  something  like  jiu  jitsu  where  you  use  the  opponent’s  strength  against  them,  since  dorcas  is  fairly  small  )

soon  after,  monty  was  recruited  by  the  american  quodpot  team  and  had  to  leave.  but  dorcas  stayed  on.  something  about  the  thrill  of  it,  the  foreignness  and  the  physicality,  kept  her  hooked.  when  she  was  on  the  mat,  there  was  no  past  or  future,  just  in  the  moment.

not  that  she  vocalized  any  of  that.  if  you  asked  her,  it  was  just  a  fun  way  to  stay  in  shape.  

dorcas’s  parents  found  their  daughter’s  new  ‘  hobby  ’  strange,  but  delightful  and  cute,  trotting  it  out  as  a  fun  tidbit  at  parties  when  they  showed  dorcas  off.  did  you  know,  dorcas  reckons  she’s  a  wrestler  now  –  bless  her  !  watch  out,  she’s  dangerous  !  followed  by  a  round  of  laughter.

as  a  child,  dorcas  would’ve  loved  the  attention,  but  now,  it  was  starting  to  grate.  not  that  she  would’ve  ever  dreamed  of  protesting  —  she  loved  her  parents,  and  they  meant  well.  there  was  no  sense  in  making  a  big  deal  over  a  silly  hobby.  it  wasn’t  that  important  anyway.

the  only  person  who  took  her  seriously  was  her  coach,  a  fearsome,  grizzled  wizard  with  an  amusing  name.  in  fact,  robert  robertson  took  her  more  seriously  than  she  took  herself.  he  wouldn’t  let  her  quit  when  things  got  tough,  and  under  his  tutelage  she  branched  out,  explored  other  fighting  styles,  met  other  experts.  

her  parents’  interest  in  her  martial  training  waned  quickly,  especially  when  a  new  hobby  came  along,  one  with  well-defined  cheekbones  and  striking  grey  eyes.  seymour  darville  was  the  nephew  of  a  family  friend.  also  pureblood,  of  course.  he  and  dorcas  hit  it  off  right  away,  and  it  wasn’t  long  before  they  were  an  item  and  their  gossipy  relatives  finally  had  something  to  gossip  about.

years  went  by.  dorcas  grew  from  a  teenager  to  a  young  adult.  she  continued  her  training.  meanwhile,  her  relationship  with  seymour  solidified.  her  older  siblings  all  found  partners  and  wed  young,  just  like  their  parents.  dorcas  became  an  aunt  four  times  over.  their  gossipy  relatives  began  dropping  not-so-subtle  hints,  wondering  when  it  would  be  dorcas’s  turn  to  take  the  veil.  the  cement  of  dorcas’s  future  life  was  hardening.

seymour  proposed  over  a  candlelight  dinner  with  roses  and  a  ring,  violins  enchanted  to  serenade  them.  it  was  picture-perfect,  something  straight  out  of  a  romance  novel.

dorcas  didn’t  answer.  she  told  him  she  needed  time  to  think  about  it.  for  a  girl  unable  to  commit  to  most  things,  a  husband  was  an  awfully  big  commitment.  especially  one  she  feared  she’d  fallen  out  of  love  with.  but  her  family  was  expecting  it,  and  his  family  was  expecting  it,  and  besides,  there  was  nothing  that  made  a  girl  half  so  interesting  as  a  diamond  on  her  finger.  right  ?

and  that  was  when  dorcas  was  recruited  for  edin,  by  robert  robertson  personally.  dorcas  had  never  been  overseas  before.  she’d  always  stayed  home,  comfortable  with  the  spanish  moss,  the  peach  trees,  and  american  pureblood  tradition.  going  to  edin  would  be  …  insane.  training  to  be  a  hit  witch  ?  dorcas  wasn’t  a  hit  witch.  she’d  get  one  month  in  before  she  got  bored  and  wanted  to  leave.  not  to  mention  how  far  it  was.  and  she  had  family  in  georgia,  a  loving  boyfriend,  a  future.  

these  were  all  things  dorcas’s  family  said  when  she  told  them  she  would  be  going  to  the  united  kingdom  for  a  year.

i’m  just  worried  about  my  little  girl,  darlin’,  her  mother  said.  you’ve  never  been  so  far  from  home  before.  what  if  something  happens  ?  what  if  you  don’t  come  back  ?

to  which  dorcas  replied,  well,  of  course  i’m  coming  back.  i  can’t  miss  my  own  wedding.  

and  of  course,  that  derailed  their  protests  completely,  as  dorcas  knew  it  would.  dorcas  would  go  to  edin  and  play  hit  witch,  have  her  fun  for  a  year,  and  then  she  would  come  back  to  her  family  and  her  fiancé.  shackled  to  home  for  life.  and  edin,  and  dorcas’s  martial  training,  and  the  one  thing  she’d  committed  to  in  her  life,  would  stay  an  ocean  away.

some  other  things:

even  though  rappaport’s  law  forbidding  muggle  and  magic  interaction  was  lifted  in  1965,  when  dorcas  was  five  years  old,  the  segregation  between  muggle  and  magic  was  too  deeply  ingrained  to  fade  that  easily.  as  such,  dorcas  is  HELLA  clueless  about  the  muggle  world  !  her  private  school  had  very  few  muggleborns,  and  the  muggleborns  that  did  attend  kept  quiet  about  their  heritage.  there  was  no  muggle  studies  or  anything  of  the  sort.

she’s  also  used  to  being  rich  af  lol

other  than  on  the  mat,  dorcas  tends  to  avoid  conflict.  she’s  genuine,  kindhearted  and  optimistic,  and  remarkably  in  tune  with  others’  emotions,  though  her  pureblood  naïveté  might  rub  some  the  wrong  way.  

she’s  like  …  fucking  good  at  fighting.  she’s  nimble  and  surprisingly  strong,  and  people  tend  to  underestimate  her.  she  works  hard  to  keep  herself  in  top  physical  health.  she  eats  healthy  and  exercises  regularly.

alice  eve  fortescue  lived  a  very  different  childhood  than  she  could  have.  she  was  born  alice  eve  selwyn,  the  only  child  of  leopold  selwyn  &  estelle  selwyn  (  née  fortescue  ).  leopold  was  high  up  in  the  department  of  magical  law  enforcement.  estelle  came  from  a  rich  lineage  of  kneazle  breeding.  they  were  well  known  and  respected  in  wizarding  society.

when  alice  was  two  years  old,  leopold  and  estelle  were  killed  by  a  werewolf  while  on  an  evening  out.  the  werewolf  was  never  caught.

this  drew  a  lot  of  media  attention.  some  say  the  attack  was  a  major  trigger  in  the  shift  of  the  public’s  attitude  towards  lycanthropy.  and,  unfortunately,  heavily  influenced  alice’s  attitude  towards  lycanthropy  as  well.

and  what  to  do  with  young  alice  ?  though  forgotten  by  most,  estelle  had  a  brother,  younger,  shabbier.  florean.  opting  out  of  the  family  kneazle-breeding  business,  he  instead  ran  a  small  ice  cream  shop  in  diagon  alley  with  his  partner,  silas.  the  ice  cream  shop  didn’t  make  them  much  money,  but  they  welcomed  young  alice  with  open  arms.

this  is  where  alice  spent  her  childhood:  the  sun-baked  streets  of  diagon  alley,  the  ebb  and  flow  of  wizarding  london,  a  cramped  but  cozy  flat  above  the  ice  cream  shop,  air  thick  with  steam  and  spices,  mismatched  chairs  and  loveseats  spilling  from  the  living  room  into  the  kitchen.  this  is  how  alice  spent  her  childhood:  trips  into  muggle  london  with  uncle  flo  and  silas,  bare  feet  on  the  cobblestone,  the  clatter  and  clang  of  counting  sickles  and  knuts  after  a  long  day’s  work.

thursday  nights  were  potlucks  with  the  other  diagon  alley  shopkeepers  and  some  other  of  her  uncles’  friends,  crammed  knee  to  knee  on  their  living  room  couches,  mismatched  chairs  cluttering  the  room  haphazardly,  the  room  full  of  laughter  and  conversation  about  politics  and  current  events  alice  didn’t  quite  understand.

growing  up,  alice  spent  much  more  time  around  adults  than  children  her  own  age.  she  loved  spending  time  with  her  uncles  and  their  friends,  and  if  you  asked  her,  she  wouldn’t  say  she  missed  out  on  anything  by  not  having  friends  her  own  age.  but  it  did  result  in  a  child  far  more  serious  and  mature  than  her  age  would  suggest.

sometimes  on  weekends  her  uncles  would  take  her  into  muggle  london  on  the  tube,  visiting  places  like  the  british  museum,  and  hyde  park,  and  the  cinema.  and  memorably,  london’s  first  pride  march  when  alice  was  thirteen.

silas  was  a  muggleborn,  and  he  wanted  alice  to  experience  the  culture  he  grew  up  with.  alice  enjoyed  their  trips,  but  she  never  really  understood  their  importance  until  she  started  at  hogwarts.  (  where,  by  the  way,  she  was  very  nearly  a  hatstall  as  the  hat  debated  between  hufflepuff  and  slytherin,  but  ultimately  chose  hufflepuff.  )

that’s  when  she  realized  for  the  first  time  how  different  her  parents  had  been  than  her  loving  uncle  flo.  they  had  been  part  of  an  elite  pureblood  society,  who  looked  down  their  noses  at  muggles  and  muggleborns,  who  were  for  everything  uncle  flo  was  against,  and  against  everything  uncle  flo  was  for.  alice  didn’t  know  what  to  think.  she  had  always  imagined  her  parents  to  be  kind,  wonderful  people.

strangers  looked  at  her  with  pity  (  poor  little  orphaned  alice  fortescue,  living  with  her  disgraced  uncle  with  barely  enough  to  get  by  )  and  oh  boy,  it  made  alice’s  blood  boil.  she’s  faced  a  lot  of  judgement  and  prejudice  in  her  life  —  against  her,  against  her  uncles,  about  their  living  situation  —  can  you  blame  her  for  that  chip  on  her  shoulder  ?

she  was  proud,  and  she  was  stubborn,  and  she  was  determined  to  prove  them  wrong.  so  she  threw  herself  into  classes,  and  extracurriculars,  and  spoke  loudly  about  her  belief  systems.  she  excelled  in  hogwarts,  and  made  head  girl  for  her  year  (  the  year  above  the  marauders  ).  when  the  opportunity  presented  itself  to  be  recruited  to  edin,  alice  knew  this  was  where  she  belonged.  if  she  was  accepted  to  edin,  she  would’ve  proven  herself  beyond  any  argument.

she  made  a  mistake  in  the  potion  identification  portion  of  the  testing  period.  alice  was  not  accepted  to  edin.

she  received  her  rejection.  she  had  all  sensitive  information  wiped  from  her  mind.  she  was  humbled.  but  like  a  true  hufflepuff,  she  didn’t  give  up,  even  though  she  knew  ‘  receiving  a  second  invitation  is  RARE  ’.  

alice  is  the  rare  exception.

after  her  potion  slip-up,  she  devoted  herself  to  fixing  her  mistake.  she  checked  out  books  on  potions  from  the  wizarding  library.  she  argued  her  way  into  a  potioneer  apprenticeship.  she  eat,  slept,  and  breathed  potions.

and  she  received  a  second  invitation.  this  time,  she  passed.

you’d  think  being  one  of  only  a  very  select  few  to  be  re-invited  to  edin  would  finally  satisfy  alice’s  need  to  prove  herself,  but  you  would  be  wrong.  alice  only  saw  her  initial  failure,  instead  of  her  eventual  triumph.  if  she  was  competitive  before,  she’s  even  worse  now.  

she  doesn’t  only  hold  herself  to  high  standards  —  she  holds  the  people  around  her  to  high  standards  as  well.  she  does  her  best  to  practice  the  values  her  uncles  taught  her,  kindness and  honesty  and  loyalty,  but  she  also  expects  very  little  from  people.  

she’s  fiercely  independent  and  insists  on  doing  everything  herself,  since  she  thinks  other  people  will  disappoint  her.  but  just  because  she  expects  disappointment  doesn’t  mean  she’ll  forgive  it  —  this  girl  is  self-righteous  and  holds  grudges.  always  honest,  sometimes  to  a  fault.

can  take  herself  seriously  sometimes  if  you  couldn’t  already  tell.  not  very  good  at  taking  constructive  criticism.

some  other  things: 

BIG  aquarius  sun  &  capricorn  moon:

in  addition,  you  are  inventive  and  fearless  about  expressing  your  beliefs  and  views.  you  believe  the  individual  is  completely  accountable  for  himself  and  the  flaws  of  others  can  consequently  make  you  impatient.  nevertheless,  you  do  have  deep  humanitarian  persuasions.  you  are  not  mean  or  heartless.  because  you  are  so  independent  and  secure  it  is  hard  for  you  to  comprehend  individuals  who  have  psychological  problems.  tolerance  is  something  you  must  learn.  more  compassion  is  needed  toward  those  who  do  not  share  your  gifts.  ( x )

bit  of  a  muggle  nerd  thanks  to  silas

has  a  bad  habit  of  biting  her  nails,  so  she  chews  gum  to  stop  herself  from  biting  her  nails

a  good  cook

probably  wrote  for  the  hogwarts  newspaper.  also  does  slam  poetry  but  very  lowkey,  ONLY  for  her  uncles  &  the  thursday  night  potlucks.  takes  inspiration  from  the  beat  generation

on  the  shorter  side  –  all  of  five  foot  four  inches

Disclaimer: This is legit my first time playing Andromeda so I hope that you like her! We’re trying something new here, kids.. with playing the detached, cold (yet secretly not so cold) Pureblood princess! Let’s wish me luck since if you know me then you know it’s usually not my style.

Now, it’s on to my other baby of the group who I’m hoping to do justice since she isn’t like the girls that I typically play. But, let’s see how it goes anyways, shall we? Anyways.. this is Andromeda. There are some that can sneak by with calling her Andie but those are the people that she considers to be close. And honestly, she barely let’s those people call her by Andie. She has never really been a huge fan of nicknames...  plus “Andie” is a bit boyish.

Her parents are Cygnus and Druella Black. She has an older sister, Bellatrix and a younger sister, Narcissa. There definitely hasn’t really been a picture of “warmth” or “love” in her family. She has always understood that she’s existed to be one thing-- a daughter and a wife. Something that she has known from the moment that she was born as a girl thrust into the same arcane etiquette classes as other Pureblood girls her age. She hated it.

Despite the distaste that grew within her for her parent’s expectations, Andromeda didn’t exactly openly fight against them. ...not at first. She simply sat through the lessons and accepted the pretty things that she received. She waited through her younger years when she was right underneath her parents' radar. Carefully, she laid out the groundwork that was needed to gain their trust and keep into their good graces until she wasn’t underneath their watchful eye all the time.

Something that was granted to her when she was finally able to walk through the doors of Hogwarts. There was no surprise, really, when the dusty, old Sorting Hat was placed on her to shout out Slytherin. She had the clear ambition of any Black flowing through her veins. Although, there had been a brief pause where he had thought about placing her into Hufflepuff. That’s a secret that Andromeda would take to her grave, however.  She did not want to deal with the reaction from her family with that knowledge.

It didn’t take Andromeda long to flourish within the walls of Hogwarts. She had always been a rather charming child. Something that had been earned from those long, grueling etiquette classes.. combined with her witty personality in general. She soon earned popularity among her classmates as a result. But, still, Andromeda could be quite the enigma. She had many “friends” but didn’t ever let many people get too close to her. Though, then again, that was maybe what kept people coming at her like a moth to the flame.

Andromeda was strict when it came to her studies while she was at Hogwarts. She knew that she wanted to be much more than the plan that her parents wanted for her. She also knew that she’d have to work like hell to make that happen. So, she worked quite hard to make that happen.. studying late into the night most nights so that she could get to be among the students with the top marks in her classes. 

hello! are you ready for another shitty introduction from yours truly? i will try my best to write a decent(ish) introduction for frank here. but, honestly, it is probably just going to sound like a bunch of rambling and bless you if you read through the entire thing.

this is frank christopher james longbottom who is the first and only son of christopher and augusta longbottom. the longbottoms are a part of one of the great sacred twenty-eight families although this is something that you would never know based on frank’s upbringing. christopher and augusta never believed in the idea of blood purity as their peers seemed to. thus, they chose to bring up their son to give no different treatment to others based on the status of their blood.

while augusta may not have believed in the blood purity aspect of a pureblood upbringing, she did believe in her son being brought up any gentleman should be. frank’s education began long before he entered the doors of hogwarts as a result of this. due to the fortune that the longbottoms had, they were able to afford the best tutors that money could buy. thus, they educated him in many different subjects over the years... not limiting him to just a magical education but making him a scholar of the world.

out of all the subjects that frank got to peruse as a child, there was one that he picked up almost naturally. music. he quickly learned how to play the keys of the piano in the longbottom home quite beautifully. this talent was one that quickly and easily transferred over to other instruments. it didn’t take long for his music tutors to rave that frank had an “ear” for music as he seemed to be able to play any instrument that he picked up. 

he eventually gravitated to one music over the rest, however. his favorite became the guitar. it was an instrument that he would practice and play until his fingers would get calluses. his mother, of course, crinkled her nose at the thought of her boy playing such an “unclassy” instrument. she didn’t want him to become some juvenile punk rocker. fortunately for her, despite liking that very type of music, frank had no real interest in music as a career. 

he has known what he wanted to be from a young age watching his father go off to his dangerous job. he knows that his father’s work as an auror is important. that he is doing the work to keep the wizarding world safe from those that want to taint it. it doesn’t take much for a young frank to decide that he wants to be able to put himself in his fathers shoes. that... one day... he wants to be a hero too.

he has heard stories about hogwarts for his entire life. but, it doesn’t compare to seeing the castle in person. he is nervous about the sorting as he has no idea where he will end up. there is a part of him that believes he is destined to be in hufflepuff... not that that would be a horrible thing. but, he has always been the type that has had a kind heart and that seems fitting for hufflepuff. but, much to his surprise, the sorting hat screams out the words “gryffindor” not even a second after being placed on his head.

he is shocked to be placed in the house that is aligned with “bravery”. despite his desire to one day be a hero, he never was someone that much felt brave. but, the bravery that young frank longbottom possesses shows itself soon enough as the years go on. it doesn’t take him long to take a stand against those that choose to bully the kids that are different.. whether it is because of their blood status or for some other reason. something that is not always a good thing due to his short fuse. he ends up getting detentions more than once for fighting... which augusta is on his case despite what his intentions might have been.

he is scouted for the gryffindor quidditch team in his fifth year. something that he takes to quite easily. he earns the position of “keeper” which he takes as seriously as he does everything else. there is no surprise that he attends every practice without complaint... often he has a smile on his face. sometimes, he even holds his own practices. there was a moment in time where he thought he might go out for the quidditch league. but, in the end, he decided that preparing for the inevitable fight to come was much more important.