#iris macmillan

TWO ADULT PUREBLOODS WANTED: 

This a request for Iris parents, two pureblood screw ups who couldn’t have been more opposite from each other if they tried. Loosely based on Gilmore Girls (lol), these two had a weird love-hate, uncommitted relationship , that took place in and outside of Hogwarts having known each other most of their lives and ended in the result of teenage pregnancy in their 6th year. Because this is uncommon in the Wizarding World, it was a huge scandal, enraging a lot of parents who had nothing to do with the kids themselves — even more so in Pureblood Society — and even made its way into The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly (to which Mom Macmillan has both articles proudly framed).

For the most part, Iris’ birth and existence affected her mother more. She was pulled out of school (despite managing to make it through most of the year) when she was no longer able to ‘hide’ her pregnancy by her parents and never returned for her 7th year by her own choice. Rather than leaving Iris with her grandparents to finish finish school and become [insert dream career of choice] like she’d always wanted and get married to Iris’ father like their parents wanted, she took the child along with whatever she had, and left the house. Determined to make her own life her own way and raise Iris away from the pureblood world. This effectively makes her the first blood traitor in the Macmillan family.

The opposite could be said for the father who to this day struggles between the shame of having a child so young out of wedlock (lol that word) and the shame of not being a present father (to which he only started to rectify once Iris was a teenager). In order to compensate for what he calls a mistake, he nearly overachieved in his 7th year (think Ernie Macmillan but if Ernie were a Slytherin purist) and has gone on to become a Death Eater.

The Mom — FIRST Macmillan (38-39): Though I would kind of love it if she were an Innkeeper (mostly because I think there is plot potential for aiding Order members —  or whoever is anti Voldy — as a safe house or meeting spot), it’s not necessary. As long as her career has something to do with entrepreneurship/business and the opposite of what her parents wanted for her.  She’s very anti-dark magic and very spread the wealth kind of gal who has tried her best to raise Iris in the opposite way that she was but now feels like she may be losing her daughter to the same life she escaped. She’s actually very disappointed in Iris choosing a Quidditch career, feeling she’s repeating her mistakes in not living up to her magical skills (her only regret). 

The Father — FIRST Avery or Parkinson (just suggested but has to be sacred 28 — 38 to 39): Possibly a Ministry Worker who’s spent most of his life after the birth of Iris trying to overcompensate through the image of being a poster pureblood (despite the little stain he made as his parents refer to Iris). Death Eater who would have passed his knack for charms and dueling on to his daughter, as well as his skills in quidditch. Most likely he was actually hurt by Macmillan up and vanishing. Totally ready to marry her once they’d finished school and has been or was reluctant to marry someone else (it’s up to you if he went on to have a separate family). These days he keeps up with Iris’ quidditch career as a point of pride and has been slowly coaxing her into the pureblood world (even going so far as trying to set her up with a match) with the help of the Macmillan grandparents. Wanting to bond with her and influence her to be the daughter he wants (and secretly needs).

iris is not sure who she is, torn between the morals her mother taught her and the lifestyle her grandparents gave her. she’s ashamed to admit she wants it. that she’s taunted by the manors of old money which hardly seems an appropriate term, with how ancient it all goes back. opulence runs deep, tempting her to sell her soul to have it all.

aesthetics: light reflecting off sea water, glistening // the sound of rain beating through an open window // diamonds sparkling in candle light  // the rising sun during golden hour // chapped lips peeled raw // lucid daydreams that turn into deja vu // teeth grazing bruising skin // an ancient chateau gathering dust // the weight of a family legacy in the palm of a long thin hand // the tinkle of crystal cups smashing against a white wall // the shadow that catches in the corner of your eye making mistrust your aloneness // the pleasant burn of attention // the insatiable pit of hunger, mouth watering for more.

→ IRIS PIPPA MACMILLAN  23 // civilian // sacred 28 // slytherin alum // chaser for harpies