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Name: Sybill Patricia Trelawney Nickname: Sybs Birthday: march 9th Age:  16 House: ravenclaw Sexuality: pansexual Relationship Status: single Patronous: non-corporeal, otherwise a bulldog bat (rare with an extremely loud warning call) Boggart: a crowd of faceless peers disproving her every prediction, telling her she’s not magic enough to be here  Wand Type: 9½“ hazel, unicorn hair, very flexible MBTI: INFP Clubs: Divination, but that’s hardly a shock. Allegiance: NEUTRAL (but with Order leanings)

key points:

As she’ll no doubt reiterate to anyone who will listen, she is in fact the great-great granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, making her the first with The Sight in generations.

she is an only child and functions as such.

she has no concept of personal space. if she sees something, meaning Sees something, she’ll grab hands, get alarmingly close to examine a person. if you tell her to back away, though, she does so quickly and with a rush of apologies as she attempts to tell you what it means.

she will still tell them whatever she saw. she frequently comes off rude during her readings, whether on accident or on purpose 

she knows there are loads of people who do not take her seriously and does not care for them or their short-sighted behavior.

her mother is one of those funny Muggles who refer to themselves as witches. it’s how she met Sybill’s father. her father lovingly called all the meditation and prayers to the goddess “just a different type of magic”.

her mother works in a Muggle shop and her father works in quality broom analysis, checking for dark magic and silly things like turning radius. he flies brooms to make sure they all function properly before heading to Broomstix. most don’t even know that’s a real job.

her family, as you can imagine, is far from well off. they live in a small but well kept flat and her parents are happy for the most part.

Sybill prefers Hogwarts for its warmth in the winter, the plates that are always full, and a bed she knows will always be there. she loves her parents, but Hogwarts is home.

she is not incredibly magically inclined and spell effectiveness is hit or miss, but she’s always up on her assignments and is a great test taker.

all of this said, she’s very happy that Voldemort is gone. happier than she maybe ought to be, like a muscle she wasn’t aware of unclenched for the first time in her whole life. hm. 

wanted connections:

a best friend

Divination enthusiasts

HI meet amycus!!!! he is another BIG newbie to me so pls bear with me while i stumble around for a bit writing, trying to find his speech patterns and general behavior n such 

this intro is a big mess hehe

tl;dr he sucks

he’s always been angry, amycus. always. he came into the world screaming and he’ll leave the world screaming, sooner or later (and, he reckons, it’ll be sooner).

the only son of the carrow family, where alecto had to work harder for their parents’ love, amycus was constantly watched. trained to be an heir and carry on the family name and everything that came with it

(cw: implications of abuse in the next few points) he was never too much the brunt of their parents anger - that was always alecto. they might as well have been joined at the hip as kids, and when alecto was in trouble amycus was right there with her

but alecto seemed to get in trouble more, and amycus would try and cover for her, he’d argue with their father and try and turn the anger towards him instead, and then he would fight back.

amycus fell into the wrong crowd at hogwarts, but what else was to be expected of him? he fell into the role of pureblood slytherin boy perfectly, and the anger that had been aimed at his father for the first eleven years of his life could now be aimed at other students, namely mudbloods. cheers!  

things changed with alecto, too - where they were once always together, she was sorted into ravenclaw. now they were their own person, after eleven years of being each other’s support.  

(cw: abuse implications again, cheers lads) holidays home grew progressively more tense. maybe it was because he felt she betrayed him by being sorted into ravenclaw, maybe it was the influence of his new friends, maybe it was a little bit of both. amycus once stood in the way to defend his sister, but now he was watching his father from the corner of his eye. he couldn’t bare to face alecto’s pain head-on, but he could watch and learn.

he thinks it’s all funny, this shit with the death eaters and the rebels and blood purity. it was funny before voldemort died, how everyone was losing their shit, and it’s funny now how the other side is losing their shit. sure, it’s his side, but it wasn’t like he had any major stakes in the war. he’s still trying to deal with school.

amycus knows he’ll be fine. he has his parent’s protection if any aurors come knocking on their door. besides, they’d definitely get sent to azkaban before amycus, seeing as he’s just a poor kid and all.

he can be decently charming when he wants to be but its rare that he wants to be lol. mostly just to professors and the classmates he actually tolerates

baaaaaasically he’s a big pain in the ass who doesn’t feel remorse for any of his actions (unless it comes to his sister but thats complicated uwu), hates muggleborns, is probably going to work some shitty job at the ministry after his hogwarts career is over unless he finds something better to do, and just wants to cause trouble. cheers!

deeeeeep down is he afraid of who he’s becoming and kind of hates himself? for sure but we sure as hell aren’t gonna get into that shit

other fun things:

he has the dark mark uwu, his sleeves normally cover it but he also doesn’t go out of his way to hide it

on the slytherin quidditch team as a chaser, he used to be a beater but he took the title of that role a little too seriously and the professors made him switch lol

his pet is a hawk who lives in the owlery with all the other owls, probably bullies them, he doesn’t know doesn’t care. he trained that hawk when he was a kid and it scratched up his arm enough, he’s gonna keep it at school with him. if anyone questions him, he just keeps telling them it’s an owl, even though it’s very clearly not.

the hawk doesn’t have a name, it’s a hawk.

biiiiig fan of unforgivable curses, especially the cruciatus curse heehee, he was for sure the type of kid who burned ants under magnifying glasses except he just tortured them with magic :-)

pls dont call him amy he hates that very much

Full Name: Daisy Miriam Hookum

Nickname: None

Birthday: Decemeber 29th 1959

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single(ish)

Blood Status: Half Blood

Patronous: Sparrow

Boggart: Getting Lost in the Woods 

Clubs: N/A

Aesthetic: Notes in the margin of your favorite books, coffee with just a dash of milk, the smell of lilac, ink stained finger tips, the sound of rain at night, 

ABOUT

Daisy is the youngest daughter of a muggle born father and a half blood mother. When Daisy’s father received his Hogwarts letter his deeply religious family sent him away to live with an older aunt, unable to accept his magical capabilities. From that point on Daisy’s father turned his back on the muggle community, he was a wizard first and foremost and never looked back. The Hookums were a prominent family in the Welsh wizarding community and Daisy was rarely exposed to the muggle world that her father came from and the family she never met, but it always fascinated her none the less.  

The youngest of four Daisy was always a bit of an afterthought. Her parents loved her but by the time Daisy came along they were both busy with her and three other children. Daisy was often left to her own devices, and could be described as a latchkey kid. She didn’t mind, she liked having her own independence, even as a child. 

Daisy was one of the faster sortings in her year, the hat barely took any time before sorting her in Ravenclaw, just like her parents. She was studious, quiet, shy and like many Ravenclaw’s always had her nose in a book. She particularly liked books about other people’s adventures and muggle history books. 

Over the years Daisy outgrew her shyness and made a strong group of friends. She was neither exceedingly popular nor unpopular, she was just Daisy. Even though she had grown out of her shyness she was still quiet and slightly awkward, and found more comfort in books than people. In the pages of a book she could escape, and imagine all the adventures she would have once she finished school. She dreams of becoming an author and journalist when she graduates. 

It’s always the quiet ones, after spending all day in the library you could always find Daisy at a party. She may not seem like the type to be throwing drinks back nightly but she could drink with the best of them. After a few drinks the quiet girl comes out of her shell and Daisy is a whole other person. 

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Name: Charity Burbage 

Nickname: Chari

Birthday: june 28th

Age: 15

Sexuality: demisexual

Relationship Status: in a relationship with Regulus Black

Patronous: granian

Boggart: death eaters

Wand Type: aspen and unicorn hair, 9 1/2, swishy

Aesthetic: 

Clubs: slug club, potions, charms, chess

Quidditch: tba

Allegiance: neutral/order leaning

key points:

Charity grew up as an only child. Her parents both members of respectable pureblood families dedicated their lives to the protection of muggles and the defense of muggleborns. 

If not for her mother belonging to one of England’s oldest pureblood families they would’ve been named blood traitors. 

Charity grew up surrounded by people who would rather advocate for pureblood supremacy and the protection of magic, it was these interactions rather than the influence of her parents that made charity want to follow in her parents footsteps. 

Starting school proved that she was not alone with the feelings that consumed her, but rather that there were like minded people who also wanted to fight for the protection of muggles. 

She forged friendship with half-bloods and muggleborns, taking a special interest in learning all about muggle culture. And sharing her experience of the year her family lived like muggles when she was six years old. 

What charity didn’t count on was that the war would change her life forever. Voldemort followers murdered her parents, leaving a message for all others who would follow their example, they would not tolerate the betrayal from their own kind, blood traitors were to be eradicated. 

Charity was placed under the care of the Lestranges until she graduates from school and Burbage state passes to her. She has been forbidden from continuing her parents work, even if the end of the war favors their view. 

Charity was raised in forgiveness and giving second chances, but a part of her isn’t sure what she’ll do if she finds out who was responsible for her parents death.

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Full Name: Tilden Theodore Toots

Nickname: NOPE

Birthday: May 15, 1959

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Patronous: bloodhound

Boggart: His sisters, dead.

Aesthetic: Roses, crystals, flower crowns, grass stains. 

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fellow herbology enthusiasts 

fellow halfbloods 

Full Name: Adélaïde Marie Beaufort

Nickname: Adélaïde is a perfect name, why ruin it? 

Birthday: October 31, 1961

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Patronous: Swan

Boggart: Herself, dead. 

Aesthetic: Lipstick, silk, rose. 

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wanted connections—

fellow purebloods

someone for a Good Time 🌝

cousins/relations

Name: Rabastan Lestrange 

Nickname: Rab, Stan, Lestrange 

Age: 16

Birthday: August 15th  

Sexuality: straight (most of the time) 

Relationship Status: it’s complicated 

Patronous: Runespoor

Boggart: A dementor

Wand Type: ebony, dragon heartstring core. unyielding. 11 inches.

Aesthetic: 

Clubs: care of magical creatures, herbology, chess 

Quidditch: as if he was going to sweat

Allegiance: Rebels/Death Eaters 

key points:

The greatest thing that could happen to Rabastan was being born as the youngest son. He was no heir, there was no legacy to carry on, no weight to carry on his shoulders, that responsibility had fallen to his brother and he was forever grateful for that. 

 While not completely neglected –the Lestranges were of course wealthy and he never wanted for anything- Rabastan was not the focus of their parents. He passed from nanny to nanny, until it became clear he was the problem. A penchant for misbehaving from a young age, Rabastan was described with one word: trouble. 

As he grew up his behavior became more destructive, he cared for nothing, for no one. There was nothing for him except have fun and enjoy the moment. A desire to get the attention he never got at home, drove Rabastan towards the wrong crowd. 

Following the Dark Lord was a highlight for Rabastan, finally receiving the praise he always craved, finally getting a purpose in life: protecting magic and the pureblood way. 

Rabastan finally felt like he had a place in the world, a sense of belonging. But it all ended on that faithful day. It was over before it could truly made a change in the world, his involvement was cut short and he had so much to give. And Rabastan was thrust back into a society who cares little for him, a family who was indifferent. 

There was no hesitation in joining the rebels, as soon as the rumours reached him, Rabastan knew what he had to do, he hopes that one day they will be able to complete what the Dark Lord started.

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Full Name: Narcissa Iris Ariande Black

Nickname: Cissa

Birthday: June 8th 1960

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Relationship Status: Single

Patronous: A white cat 

Boggart: Herself, horribly scared and deformed 

Want Type: 11″, Aspen, Dragon Heartstring, Flexible 

Aesthetic: White lace, freshly clipped flowers, silk sheets, a shimmering lake at night, a rose with no thorns, smeared lipstick, the smell of perfume lingering in the air, an empty ballroom, a neck dripping in pearls and diamonds.

ABOUT

            Druella Black’s final pregnancy was an a difficult one, after two girls and one miscarriage the Blacks were desperate for a boy before Druella could no longer have children. After eight months, and nearly losing her last child the Black’s welcomed their third girl. While they had been wishing for a boy, they couldn’t be disappointed with Narcissa. With her blonde hair, rose colored cheeks and crystal blue eyes she looked like an angel and acted like one as well. Even as a baby Narcissa was already nothing but sweet as honey, especially compared to her sisters who had kicked and screamed their way through infancy. Despite her gender she was the crowning jewel of the Black family, and as she got older she only got lovelier. A true pureblood lady if there ever was one, she was beautiful, sweet, talented in the arts, charming when she needed to be and most importantly, docile and demure. It didn’t take long for Druella and Cygnus to realize that if they couldn’t have a boy of their own, it wouldn’t be hard to get a son in law at the top of society with a daughter like Narcissa. While Bellatrix and Andromeda were just as eligible, it was Narcissa that was taken under her mother’s wing, primed and preened at all hours of the day, all so that she could live up to her “full potential”, and live up to it she did. All her mother’s work had payed off, Cissa had bloomed into a true young woman of society, the perfect white rose, that everyone wanted to pick.

             When she arrived Hogwarts, it was her palace and she was it’s queen. When she walked down the hall she shone like a star, and everyones head would turn, even a few Gryffindors. She knew what her affect was on people, not only was she beautiful but she could mesmerize people with her voice that was as soft as velvet and words that were as sweet as honey. One look and anyone would be transfixed by her blue eyes, you were hers and hers alone. She was perfectly aware of the affect that she had on people, the affect that her bodyhad on people, and she loved it. It was the only time that she was the best, the only time that she ever truly felt worth anything. Her whole identity was wrapped up in being the perfectlady.  It was what made her valuable, and Narcissa knew that without it, she was nothing, just a shell, ready to be brushed to the side. She wasn’t strong or smart like her sisters, independent like her cousins, powerful like the rest of her family. But she was beautiful, and oh so charming, it was her weapon and she used it without discretion. She loved the way she could bring a boy to his knees with a bat of her eyelashes, or how she could get her friends to do anything for her just because they believed that, perhaps, if they stayed in her good graces, maybe a bit of her beauty would rub off on them. It was her drug, and she was long past addicted.

             Narcissa as very confident in some ways and very insecure in others. She grew up with all the pressure on to uphold the family values on her shoulders. Bellatrix could uphold the blood purity but she wasn’t exactly a classic “lady” and Andromeda was too rebellious, Narcissa was everything a lady should be. She believes her value is completely wrapped up in her ability to be a proper, young, pureblooded, woman. Beautiful, charming, demure and someone believes in keeping the blood pure. She has become the master at becoming what everyone else wants her to be, a beautiful white rose, with no thorns (at least none that people can see).

             While she has a lot of external confidence (even though it could easily be derailed by one scornful comment from her mother) she has very little internal confidence. She has never been the smartest in the room, often struggling with academic subjects, and has always been out shown by her two sisters personality wise. She often doubts herself in all things except her beauty and ability to wrap people around her finger. Deep down she is strong and independent but it’s buried by insecurities and doubts, and the pressure her parents have put on her.

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frenemy 

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