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*  :  𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔  .

full name. flora carrow-chen ( though chen is often dropped ) nicknames. flor, petal ( by her close friends and family )  date of birth & age. june 6th & 22 gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her bloodstatus. pureblood orientation. bisexual ethnicity. thai nationality. english occupation. seeker for puddlemere united

*  :  𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆  .

hogwarts house. slytherin wand. tba ( haven’t decided but she snapped her first wand in half ) patronus. tba reverse amortentia. morning dew, vanilla, and limes

*  :  𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆  .

height. 5′6″ hair color. dark brown eye color. black tattoos. none piercings. double lobe scars. none faceclaim. fah yongwaree

*  :  𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚  .

mother. malee carrow-chen father. achilles carrow ( younger sibling of alecto and amycus ) siblings. hestia carrow-chen ( older twin sister )

*  :  𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔  .

smoke. no drink. excessively at quidditch after parties drugs. has dabbled

*  :  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  .

positive traits. amiable, felicific, ambitious, self-confident, self-aware negative traits. profligate, histrionic, competitive, possessive, manipulative fears. failing, being unworthy of love desires. to be admired and accepted deadly sins. pride, lust virtues. kindness, charity

*  :  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔  .

her father was not a first born carrow, though the pressure to have a male child was still ever present. she and hestia were disappointments, but flora was treated as even more of a spare. she was unexpected, somehow evading magical detection in the womb and often forgotten by the family. left to her own devices, she developed a personality so different from the carrow’s usual darkness and cruelty.

she was what her aunt and uncle called a bleeding heart and she was often the subject of ridicule at family dinners, the only time they even paid attention to her was to pass out insults. they found her silly, too much of a romantic to properly exist in the world. she rejected the family’s dark teachings and endured ridicule.

during her aunt’s reign at hogwarts she was forced into performing the dark arts on other students. she was not brave and like many snakes her self-preservation was an all-consuming trait. despite her reluctance to perform dark magic she took to it like a charm. her wand seemed to sing whenever she casted a spell and the part of her that felt disconnected to magic suddenly felt whole. 

she ran from the battle, because while her body rejoiced in darkness she knew her mind and her heart could never take the guilt associated with fighting for the dark lord and she could never fight against her family ( even through years of verbal abuse she still felt connected to them ). she was evacuated with the younger students. 

driven by guilt, she broke her wand in half after news of the battle’s deaths hit her.

she does not believe that her aunt & uncle, or even her father deserves leniency for their war crimes and she refuses to speak on their behalf at their trials. 

while the misogyny of the slytherin quidditch team kept her from playing, she had always been a skilled seeker in casual games. 

rather than going back to do an eighth year, she immediately sat for newts and spent the year after the battle on a broom. she tried out for puddlemere the following year and sat the bench for two years before finally making the starting lineup.

she has disconnected herself from her family, even going so far as to refuse her family’s wealth. this does not mean that she’s had to give up her luxuries, quidditch pays well as do the brand deals and modeling opportunities that have come with it.

more to come when i think of them dskjn

*  :  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  .

friends

frenemies

enemies

gym buddies

friends with benefits

one-night stand

unrequited crush

`✧･ﾟ: * 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

FULL  NAME:    gregory duncan goyle jr.  PREFERRED  NAME:    gregory goyle.  NICKNAMES:    greg.  GENDER:  cis-man  PRONOUNS:    he  /  him.  AGE:    twenty-two.  ZODIAC:    gemini.  BIRTHDAY:    june 18.  SEXUALITY:    heterosexual.  SPECIES:    wizard.

`✧･ﾟ: * 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉

BORN:    great britian.  RAISED:    grate britian.  CURRENT  RESIDENCE:    a one bedroom flat.  SPOKEN  LANGUAGES:    english, french, some spanish.  OCCUPATION:    lawyer for the wizengamot.   NATIONALITY:    british.  EDUCATION:    hogwarts graduate.  RELIGION:    n  /  a.  DRINK  |  SMOKE  |  DRUGS:    yes  /  when stressed  /  not anymore.

`✧･ﾟ: * 𝖕𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑

FACE  CLAIM:    jacob elordi.  EYE  COLOUR:    hazel.  HAIR  COLOUR/STYLE:    dark brown.  HEIGHT:    6ft.  4in.  BODY  TYPE:    athletic.  DOMINANT  HAND:    right.  SCENT:    burbon with a hint of cinnamon.

`✧･ﾟ: * 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

MOTHER:    astrid goyle ( estranged ).  FATHER:    gregory goyle sr ( in azkaban & estranged ).  SIBLINGS:    none.  BIRTH  ORDER:    only  child.  SIGNIFIANT OTHER:    ginevra weasley ( secret girlfriend, unknown to everyone).

`✧･ﾟ: * 𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘

like any other boy growing up on the dark side he was heavily influenced by his parents and every move they made. whatever his father said was law.

he grew up calling muggleborns, mudbloods, and those who turned their back on the pureblood ways, blood-traitors. for the longest time that was how his mind work all thanks to his mother and father.

he had two very close friends growing up, malfoy and crabbe. they were his brothers in every sense. but as the years went on crabbe never came back. he vanished from hogwarts halls and the only brother he had left was draco.

it didn’t take him long to connect with the other slytherins, he formed close bonds and friendships with the best of them. in times like this you needed people you could count on and depend on.

as he got older and the time came for draco to take up the dark mark, greg was right behind him. he would stick by his brother in every single way. he would do what it took to keep his remaining brother safe and sound.

he wasn’t the nicest over the school years but as the war brewed on and the years after came he realized the good side of things. he realized that it wasn’t all black and white. he did whatever he could to make a better name for himself.

he has no contact with his parents any longer, he wants nothing more to do with them unless they too can turn a new leaf ( not so much his father but his mother still has a chance ).

part of his need to be better had to do with one ginny weasley. she was something he never expected to enter his life. while he worked on trying to better himself she somehow wormed her way into his heart. he is a man in love and would do anything to protect her no matter the cost.

`✧･ﾟ: * 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

NAME: Dean Anthony Thomas NICKNAMES: D, Deano AGE:   21. CURRENT LOCATION:   Stratford, East London. OCCUPATION:   Therapist. EDUCATION:   Stratford Comp, Hogwarts School of WC&W, Cambridge University NATIONALITY:   British. ETHNICITY:   British / Brazilian GENDER:   Male. PRONOUNS:   He/Him. SEXUALITY:   Demisexual. (Seamus!Sexual) HAIR:   black + natural. EYES:   dark brown. HEIGHT:   6ft 4. WEIGHT:   81kg / 12st 7. BODY TYPE:   Toned/Athletic/Muscular. FASHION:   Prep, Classy, Scholarly. SCARS:   Left eyebrow. Mudblood etched into thigh, abrasions and scars across back and stomach and arms from torture and curses.  TATTOOS:   Snitch and football over his heart. PIERCINGS:   N/A. OTHER FEATURES:  dimples. FACE CLAIM:   Alfred Enoch.

POSITIVE TRAITS - dedicated, spontaenous, empathetic NEUTRAL TRAITS - complex, surprising, soft NEGATIVE TRAITS - faithless, mechanical, oppressed

HISTORY: Dean Thomas was born to Jasmine Thomas nee Harrow and Anthony Zabini. Although Dean grew up not knowing who his true birth father was. Anthony was killed by deatheaters just before the 1st wizarding war, for refusing to join the death eaters and for also marrying and procreating with a muggle. Antony died when Dean was just a couple months old and to Jasmine’s knowledge, Anthony had simply ran away from the pressure of being a father, unaware of his untimely death. She ended up remarrying Jack Thomas, a muggleborn who adopted Dean as one of his own. Through his mother’s second marriage, he also inherited two older sisters, then eventually four younger ones and Dean loved his siblings with all his heart. Being the only boy, he was very protective of the girls and made it his mission to ensure he was the best, supportive brother around. 

There was no denying though that Dean was different from an early age, his mother had her suspicions that there was more to Anthony than met the eye- he after all had never disclosed his magical status nor just where his family came from. And when the letter for Hogwart’s arrived, it gave them more questions than answers. With Jasmine unable to admit Jack as Dean’s adopted father, Dean went under the assumption of muggleborn and kept to the story his entire time at school. Dean was an average student at Hogwarts but was very involved in Quidditch and other clubs. His insane muggleborn pride was always apparent and he spent most of his formative school years dragging his housemates into numerous discussions on football, rugby, music and politics. Dean was known to mess around at times and admired the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan for their escapades and it was no secret he and Seamus also got up to hijinks themselves. 

Overall, Dean loved his time there, that was until his fifth year when things started taking a darker turn. First Umbridge, then Dumbledore, then being on the run his 7th year and the kidnapping and torture- it’s safe to say, the fun loving, harmless, buoyant Dean people came to know had gone. Instead, after quietly getting his NEWT’s in the make up year, he left and burrowed himself away at Cambridge University. He had a lot of trauma to work through, most of which he hadn’t expressed and Dean never spoke about what had happened at the Malfoy manor. 

No one would understand the insanity that went on, the torture, the pain and the blood, cradling his body at night. Bellatrix, throwing down curse after curse after curse- slicing his skin simply to heal it over and do it again. Mudblood carved into his thigh. 

Instead, he bottled it, hid it behind a ghost of a smile and knuckled down in gaining his qualifications in Psychology. When he was offered a position at St. Mungo’s as a therapist, he jumped at the chance to study whilst he worked. Now in his final year, he plans to undergo his Masters next year but he’s currently on track to graduate with the highest of honors with his bachelor’s degree. 

Like most living with PTSD, Dean has been known to haunt local taverns and pubs, doing anything to stave off being home and alone when the nightmares were worse and the darkness unforgiving. Dean wants to help people and maybe in return, help himself. But he’s dug in deep 

and it will take a lot to get him back into the light. Maybe the trials will offer some comfort?  

CONNECTIONS:

angelina johnson - sister in law / besties / fellow sports freak seamus finnigan - best friend / lohl  ginny weasley - ex / close friend

parvati patil - friend padma patil - friend

theo nott - flirtationship / client  aisha thomas - oldest sister (half) married to noah johnson beatrice thomas - older sister (half) jocasta thomas - younger sister (half) freya thomas  - younger sister (half) thea thomas  - younger sister (half) honor thhomas  - younger sister (half)

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BASIC INFO: 

name: ronald bilius weasley

nickname(s): ron

birthday: march 1st

zodiac: pisces

occupation: auror, department of defense

gender: cis male ( he/him )

sexual orientation: bisexual

height: 6’0

eye color: light blue

hair color: auburn

BACKGROUND: 

following the battle of hogwarts, ron struggled

his friends had finally beat their main enemy, and honestly.... ron didn’t do want to do, how to cope, none of it

so the first few years after graduation, ron struggled. he didn’t feel like directly going into studying to become an auror like he dreamed of doing, and for awhile, he had been a bartender at different bars in diagon alley

ron was, for lack of a better word, was going downhill, and he’s too stubborn and proud to ask for help for other people

so he filled the void/got rid of all the negative thoughts by doing two things: working long shifts talking to people all the time ( hearing their stories was enough distraction for him ) and hooking up with people ( he needed an outlet somehow ) 

it took him awhile to get out of this rut of his, and it took his friends and family actually sitting down and talking to him for him to be able to realize that he needed help

so he is seeing someone on a monthly basis for talking through everything that happened with voldemort ( only monthly because ron doesn’t want to commit to anything like that ) 

and eventually he did get what he needed to become an auror and he does enjoy what he does but there’s definitely still some remnants of his struggles present where he struggles going to work

but he leans on his support system to get him through, and he still struggles to ask for help, and there will still be times where he’ll be so overwhelmed he’ll snap at people

for the most part, ron puts on a pretty good mask, and most of the time it’s those closest to him that are able to see right through it

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

coworkers from when he was a bartender - maybe he would always take their shifts or something or they just were always scheduled to work together

coworkers from the ministry - feel like this could go either way; they either like working with ron or they don’t! feel like it could be spicy if it’s the latter

ex/current hookups - self explanatory for the most part, ron doesn’t want to commit to anything right now, so they probably call each other in the middle of the night

exes - but maybe at one point in time, ron got a wild hair and dated this person but wasn’t the best at dating them and it fell thru! could also be spicy

{ cis woman , she/her , 22 , tara sutaria } during the trial of voldemort’s last major conspirators, padma patil was spotted. they work as a apprentice alchemist at the apothecary. rumor has it they are practical + curious, but i’ve heard they’re humorless + unwavering. during the battle of hogwarts they fought for the order. when i think of them, i’m reminded of stained hands from hastily preparing potions, cinnamon on her breathe with a touch of cigarette smoke, stacks of unused journals.

the twins are oh so similar, but so vastly different at the same time. while her sister is big on crystals and horoscopes, padma things thats a pot of shit, but sits there with her alchemy sets as if its any different. to her, its a proved science so that makes it better.

that girl who doesnt realize how pretty she is trope? thats padma. girl only dresses nice for fancy occasions, otherwise shes always in just a t-shirt and jeans. and even then thats if she cares if people look at her. otherwise its just sweatpants.

padma has always had a gift for potions. she has excelled at the subject since she first stepped foot into hogwarts and thinks of nothing else in her life than working with natural elements to create remedies and concoctions.

padma is very much the submissive twin to her sister. shes quiet, usually waiting for parvati to take the lead. it was like that all of her childhood. she assumed she would naturally follow with her sister in the same house, but nothing can explain the panic she felt when they were not put into the same house.

without her sister around, padma is very much a wallflower and barely speaking due to social anxiety. this leads her to come off as cold or rude when in reality, shes just very nervous.

she completely opens up around parvati, though. while she is still the more serious twin, to get padma to smile and joke around, putting parvati in front of her will definitely do the trick.

NAME: Dudley William Dursley NICKNAMES:   Dudders, Big D AGE:   24 June 23rd CURRENT LOCATION:   Little Whinging, Surrey, London. OCCUPATION:   Owner - Enervate EDUCATION:   Smeltings Grammar School, University of Surrey, Kwikspell Correspondence Course NATIONALITY:   British. ETHNICITY:   White GENDER:   Male PRONOUNS:   He/Him SEXUALITY:   Heterosexual / Heteromantic  BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn  HAIR:   Dark brown, short EYES:   Dark brown HEIGHT:   6ft. WEIGHT:  174lbs / 79kg / 12st. 4 BODY TYPE:   Big boned/Muscled/Chunky FASHION:   Casual/Tracksuits/Casual-formal. SCARS:   circle on base on spine where a magicked pig tail used to be TATTOOS:   celtic cross on right shoulder, st. christophers cross on finger PIERCINGS:   None OTHER FEATURES:   

POSITIVE TRAITS:  paternalistic, solemn, appreciative, earnest NEUTRAL TRAITS:  open. amicable, shy, protective, businesslike, proud NEGATIVE TRAITS: gullible, insecure, bewildered, conformist 

HISTORY: Dudley was spoiled, even from his first breath he was the apple in the eye of Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Whatever he wanted, he got. Food, gifts, toys, the list was endless. His greed went unmentioned and with greed, he grew, not only in ego but in weight and personality. When his cousin was dropped on the doorstep, Dudley was only two, nearly three years old. He had no clue what Harry brought to their lives, only that he recognised the disdain his mother and father had for the boy. And leading by example, his treatment of Harry was also verging on disgusting. But he didn’t know better. All he heard growing up was whispers in the dark of devil spawn, evil people, wicked aunt Lily, how the young boy was a curse upon them and how much of a freak he was. As they both grew up, Dudley became less intent on bullying Harry, but more in tune with having his parents full attention at any point. And it didn’t help that Dudley had been suffering from constant headaches and migraines. At least, that’s what the doctor placed them down too and agreed his diet was not helpful in the slightest. Contending with that and when he finally began to understand more about his cousin, after being stowed away in the car and then a boat and into a ramshackle hut on the coast of somewhere did it all make sense. Harry was magic. And for the first time in his life, Dudley became jealous of his cousin. Because he had something he didn’t.

When Harry went away, Dudley also had to contend with removing his tail- a lasting gift from the giant and a fear of all things magical. And each summer as his cousin came back, the fear turned into resentment and his jealousy grew. Harry was special, maybe not in Petunia and Vernon’s eyes but to others, yes. He’d read letters from his friends, and had even began looking up things on the internet about it. And that one time he intercepted an owl before Harry could see, just to get a detailed letter from a girl called Hermione about the summer ahead and the mention of spells and fun. Why didn’t Dudley get an invite? His aunt was magic, surely it meant he could be magic as well? But his questions weren’t welcome and he simply joined in with his parent’s distaste at Harry. Until he was 16 and the night the coldness crept on him- when he felt all he loved and dreamed had been taken and his body and mind violated beyond compare. It had taken him months to recover, mentally more than physically and then whenever Harry came home, he felt scared and afraid of the world he was part of. But then fast forward to the news they were in danger and they had to leave and suddenly Harry was going away and all their things were packed and the frustration caused a head splitting pain to shoot through him in the car as they drove away. The glass in the windows crumbled as if punched simultaneously and Dudley cried. 

And then everything seemed to occur in a whirlwind, with things happening around him with no explanation Dudley was confused and in turmoil. It was on a drunken night he ended up sleeping with a muggle girl called Stephanie- it was his first time and it was messy and un-coordinated and of course, being a young teenager, it resulted in the girl becoming pregnant. Then the letter came, from the Ministry, saying he had been flagged on their records for being a magical being and to report to the Ministry for an interview and to also provide evidence of his magical lineage. Not knowing what it meant, Dudley didn’t go- but it made sense the pain caused with his headaches and migraines, maybe it wasn’t physical, but genetics and untapped power having no way of escaping. With this and the idea of becoming a young teen parent, Dudley did what he could to find help. And then Stella was born and suddenly he was in charge of this little thing, Vernon and Petunia were furious, to begin with, he hadn’t even mentioned the magic. He had to change and he worked on himself, as well as trying to provide for his daughter. Whether it was stress, determination or willpower- the weight dropped off, Stella was the switch he needed to make himself better and he did everything for her. Stephanie had no maternal bone in her body and the moment Stella’s powers began to emerge, dropped out of their life and vanished. It was only when Stella reached one and Petunia’s teapots suddenly bloomed with flowers did it become apparent Stella had taken after the family with magic. 

The Ministry got in contact once more, only this time they didn’t want interviews or proof of magical blood- they wanted to introduce him into the wizarding society, a squib who had such diluted powers it didn’t register in their books. And then Dudley had to tell all and his parents disowned him immediately. He made his way to the magical world, given a wand and although had no chance of attending the wizarding school they placed him on Kwikspell courses and helped him settle in. Tagging along with a young daughter was difficult and Dudley had to start from scratch with his life. The money he did have, saved and given by his parents was transformed into galleons and he had the chance now to be just like his cousin. 

With regret and remorse and the idea he didn’t deserve his cousin’s help, he navigated his own way through the magical world- reading newspapers and books and tomes, and when he had enough magical knowledge to not look ridiculous, brought the small storefront in Carkitt market. He wanted to make his own way. This would be it. Having become so intune with his body and seeing the improvements in his health, he wanted to bring it into the wizarding world and he opened up the first hybrid wellness center in the magical world. Combining traditional and modern treatments and therapies, hydro pool, sauna / steam room, gym, and wellness coaches it became a niche original thing and Dudley is a proud owner of it and looks after his staff. 

Stella is five now, it felt mad the amount of time that had passed. Her hair his dark brown, but in certain light it almost has a reddish tinge. And something which confuses Dudley (there isn’t anything really which doesn’t confuse him) her eyes are a mix of green and hazel, like it couldn’t really make its mind up what it should be. But she’s unique and a ball buster and Dudley is devoted to her every want and desire. But learning from his own past, he doesn’t spoil, he doesn’t want to make the same mistake with his own kid. 

And here he made his own name, his own reputation and he learned all which had happened to his cousin and he never wanted to reach out, thinking he didn’t deserve his cousin’s help and he also knew Harry deserved the peace and so he kept away, but whenever anyone had said something bad, Dudley was the first to step in and support him. Even if he never knew. 

Dudley is fairly standard at magic, but he’s still learning every day and it amazes him every time he witnesses or experiences something different. Stella, in his eyes, would no doubt exhibit more and he was grateful for his daughter in enabling him to sort himself out. It might have taken him longer, but Dudley found his place. And he doesn’t plan to leave for a long time. 

He is sweet and kind, treats all customers fairly, has an obsession with fizzing whizbees because they remind him of flying saucer sherbet back in the muggle world. he likes to dance, is a goofball at times and exudes real dad energy. and has that loving dad bod, thinner and healther than he was as a teen but enough chunk to look ‘proportionate’ - and is your resident diagon alley/carkitt market himbo. 

Unbenowst to him and everyone else, Dudley’s magical power was quashed and limited by the Horcrux situated in Harry. Being around him constantly for 11 years, the Horcrux defended itself by eliminating any potential threat. This caused Dudley to unintentionally repress his magic, which caused his headaches and migraines. His magic was trying to find an outlet. In some cases, he was close to being an obscurus, but due to the devotion and love from his parents, it stopped the obscurus forming because it wasn’t through physical abuse he was restrained. When Harry left and the love protection spell broke on the house, Dudley’s intense emotions and fear mixed with the freedom his pent up magic had and caused the explosion in the car. This of course is unknown and still to be investigated. 

Connections:

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FLOWERS IN THE WINDOW .TRAVIS

STARMAN .DAVID BOWIE

NAME: charles weasley AGE: twenty-eight BIRTHDAY: august 5th BLOOD STATUS: pureblood SEXUALITY: pansexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single HEIGHT: 6′1 WEIGHT: 217lbs ASTROLOGY: leo sun, sagittarius moon, libra rising MBTI: entp ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

        PAST ::

the second oldest child of the weasleys, charlie was quite easy-going. that was, until bill got an idea and charlie couldn’t help but participate. he had a knack for trouble, just like his brother. though charlie was someone you couldn’t be mad at for too long. sure, mum, i crashed the car but see - i washed the dishes and i love you. to his younger siblings, charlie was the “ cool older brother “ figure. caught you smoking? stop choking and learn how to inhale properly. ron snuck out? it’s fine - charlie did it all the time. they have to learn. ginny is dating an arsehole-- well. there are some limits. 

at hogwarts, charlie thrived. he was outgoing and easy to get along to; the sort of guy you could befriend after a few minutes of talking, the sort of guy you could wake up at 3am and he’d help you solve your problem. sure, sometimes he’d drag you along in some shenanigan you didn’t ask to be involved in as he tells you a story of how he and bill did something similar; but he’ll make sure you both have fun in detention. a good friend. he likes to keep busy; quidditch, studies, parties, doing dumb shit with his friends. charlie wants to do it all.

another thing about charlie is, his morals and principles. no one can figure out exactly what they are -- but he has them, they’re his own and he would do anything to stand by them. like that one time he witnessed someone kicking a dragon toad in class, thinking it was funny. charlie ended up getting into a fistfight with that person and a detention for a whole month. though, to him it was worth it. truth to be told, charlie ended up in one too many fights and there were problems his fists couldn’t solve.

he did well or alright in most classes, but comc was his favourite subject. it came as no surprise when charlie became a dragonologist and a dragon keeper after graduating. they were dangerous creatures, yes, but so misunderstood, thought charlie. the feeling of bonding or taming such a powerful creature was indescribable. plus, the job involved lots of risk and charlie liked the feeling. 

he liked doing his own thing, travelling a lot, meeting new people, new places, but it did get lonely sometimes. on one side, he loved what he was doing, but on the other, he got to appreciate waking up to the smell of molly’s cooking, the sound of ginny and ron bickering, of fred and george exploding something in the backyard way more. 

        THE WAR ::

charlie knew it wasn’t going to be easy. he’d always fight for his principles, for what he thought was right. he knew there were risks. that he could lose his life.. and he was fine with that. but not his loved ones. not his family. not fred. 

his brother’s death hit him hard and charlie still hasn’t processed it. he quit his frequent travels; his family needed him. instead, he got a job at the ministry while keeping dragonology as more of a side job, a hobby. he’ll mostly stay at his own place, though. he can’t stay home too long. he can’t stand the sight of fred’s empty seat. it’s too much. too much. 

he’s doing fine, though. sure, he drinks more, sleeps less, gets into reckless fights with anyone who suggests their support to the death eaters but.... they took his brother, damn it. his friends. some of these people are walking around, free. it’s not over. it’s not fucking over, and they expect him to move on.

        HEADCANONS ::

music: charlie is a huge fan of muggle music, specifically led zeppelin, metallica and rolling stones.

relationships: charlie likes to keep busy and a serious relationship just doesn’t sound appealing to him. he tries to keep it mostly casual, opting out for one night stands. he doesn’t like to open too much anyways, not after his last serious relationship.

if he sees a wild animal, he’ll feed it. if he sees you mistreat an animal, he’ll kick you.

all the cats in front of his place know him because of how much he feeds them

NAME: Gregory ‘Greg’ Ares Goyle NICKNAMES: not unless you want to live AGE:   22 CURRENT LOCATION: Westonbirt, Cotswolds, Gloucestershire  OCCUPATION:   Unspeakable - Ministry of Magic (Memory Chamber) EDUCATION:   Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry NATIONALITY:   British. ETHNICITY:   White British GENDER:   Male. PRONOUNS:   He/Him SEXUALITY:   Bisexual / Biromantic  BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood HAIR:   Long, Curly, Dark Brown/Almost Black EYES:   Bright blue HEIGHT:  5ft.10 / 1.82m / WEIGHT:  74kg / 11st 5lbs BODY TYPE:  Thin FASHION:  Professional, Suits, Slacks and Shirts  SCARS:  Burn scar from The Room of Requirement Fire on his left back shoulder  TATTOOS:  The Dark Mark on his inner right arm. PIERCINGS: N/A OTHER FEATURES:   N/A.

POSITIVE TRAITS:  Precise, Mysterious, Gallant, Focused, Surprising  NEUTRAL TRAITS: Shrewd, Resourceful, Orderly, Insightful, Dutiful  NEGATIVE TRAITS: Resentful, Secretive, Tactless, Insincere, Sadistic

HISTORY:

Gregory Goyle wasn’t exceptional. His family, although sacred twenty-eight weren’t the biggest of players in the ballpark but that didn’t mean Greg wasn’t brought up the same as his peers. It was the same private tutors- not that he cared for them- and the same social circles, same parties and events and stupid traditions. He knew most of his school mates before they even started school. Which worked out fine because he’d always been close to the Malfoy’s and happily took on the role of ‘supporter’ to Draco. And it wasn’t because he was weak nor stupid not needed the clout- it was simply because this way, he could go undetected and no one would pay him much attention when focused on the main bully. 

This left Greg in school to do his own thing, alongside Vincent who he gelled very well with. As long as they both played along with the idea of being ‘the muscle’ it wasn’t that hard to do, both had a fair bit of weight on them and both were very skilled at playing ‘dumb’. The best thing, it fooled everyone and it’s exactly how Greg designed it. His parents were very controlling, in the sense they wanted their only son to do well and make good impressions. Everything in his life was controlled, what he could wear, how he must look, the length of his hair, the classes he took. They didn’t have the chance of another child and to them, he was their only chance of continuing on the family name. 

Greg was bullied to his own extent in school. Looked down upon, ridiculed by Saint Potter and his friends, he couldn’t believe that he and the others were being thwarted every time. He even became disillusioned a couple of times with Draco. 

As time passed throughout school, Greg became enamoured with ideas of the dark lord and idealised what he preached. He was one of the first in his sixth year to take the mark, his parents looking upon him proudly- it was his way of finding his place, of being where he should be in the world. Only, no one told him there would be actual fighting and him having to kill. It suddenly dawned on him that maybe all of them were in over their heads- they were kids, yet they were following their parents blindly into a battle they weren’t prepared for. But Greg was in now, he couldn’t back out and he set about helping Draco in the tasks given. 

Between this, he and Vincent became the closest they’d ever become. Mostly, a way to curb rampant hormones but also as a way of coping. No one knew, even if people suspected and both of them were very clever in hiding their ‘moments’ from prying eyes. Simply he and Vincent were like their own two peas in a pod. Cut from the same cloth. After all, both of them had yet to know about betrothals or who they’d be set up with. Maybe it was best for now that they stuck together until it was properly needed. 

When it came to the year of terror, Greg relished in those who had laughed at him or looked down on him getting what he considered their comeuppance. It was easy to fall into a sadistic reign, helping the Carrows because if anyone did stand up to them, the resulting consequences ranged on the barbaric. In a way, they were all just foot soldiers, replaceable in an instant. And for a brief, short moment of the year, his attitude changed in a complete 180. Millicent Bulstrode, a girl Greg had befriended in their first year, who wasn’t always involved with their schemes but still equally as important to him and the house- the Carrows caught wind that her claim as a half-blood wasn’t as reliable as they originally thought and he had found her, hours after a ‘session’ with the twins in a pool of blood and he suddenly realised just how insane things were becoming. 

No one knew to this day that it was he and Vincent who had taken her to the the 7th floor, both knew where students were hiding out- they weren’t stupid but they also didn’t need to grass people up. Instead, they tried to patch her up the best they could before knocking on the door and running the opposite direction. Only when hidden behind one of the statues did they look and see that someone brought her inside. Millicent had been one of theirs, a true Slytherin and it seemed not even that was enough. 

Conflicted, Greg had a stupid idea of simply ‘quitting’- running away, taking Vincent and both of them going elsewhere. But then Harry came back to the castle and the mark burned on his arm like a branding iron as the master was called. Then, war reigned down. Following Draco, they were instructed to go to the Room of Requirement, which now resembled a junk room full of crap. And Vincent, sweet Vincent, who had become so skilled from Amycus in Fiendfyre set the room ablaze. In the chaos and confusion, Vincent was lost and Greg felt like his world had collapsed. But he couldn’t even grieve, there wasn’t time- he joined in on the death eater side when curses started falling and threw whatever hexes and curses he could think of in general directions of Hogwarts uniform and those he recognised as ‘good’ ones. But his heart wasn’t fully in it, he looked like he was doing the part but inside he was grieving and questioning everything he had done. 

In was in the midst of battle he had seen Millicent once more, patched up but looking worse for wear fighting- but for the good guys, the only Slytherin he could tell who actually stayed to fight for the side of the light. He’d lost Vincent, but Millie was there, she would be enough. She had taken his hand, leading him through bodies and falling pieces of Hogwarts- with her guidance, he found himself helping the other side, picking up injured and he did it without question. Fuck Draco, fuck Lord Voldemort, fuck his parents who he knew where out there somewhere- fuck it all. But then, just when it seemed he could do good and right and after this plead stupidity and ask for forgiveness, Millie was hit right in front of him by another Avada curse and turning to see his own father, Edward Goyle as the caster. 

His father looked at him, with such hatred and disdain on his face that he almost didn’t recognise the man before him. His own wand was raised and before he knew it, he had uttered a body binding spell- using his father’s hesitance against him and turned to run. He kept running, through bodies and curses and the screams until he made his way past the chaos and to a place he could disapparate. 

Through the chaos of the battle, no one really knew the full extent of Greg’s involvement, he was brought in though by aurors a couple weeks later, to give his side of events and to explain his actions and part of the battle. He admitted his part with the room of requirement and said most had been done under confusion, duress and the threat of death if he didn’t comply. He mentioned that it was he who had betrayed his father and bound him in coils to be captured and by grace of the Ministry, served a year in Azkaban and then another year on house arrest. During his time in azkaban, the weight he used to carry dropped off him a lot and it adds to his gaunt, sallow looking frame which only heightens the malice in his face.

He was lucky, afterwards, to find himself able to work for the Ministry. The job offered to him as a way of ‘contributing’ to society and showing the Ministry how ‘forgiving’ they could be towards a child who didn’t know what he was doing. So he remained with them to this day, working as an unspeakable and tied to the Ministry as a pet. 

He allows people to think the worst of him, the fight long gone in him to defend himself or make his ‘redeeming’ factors public knowledge. With the exception of a certain few and a certain red head. He lives alone, in the home left by his parents who were arrested and lives his day to day and actively avoids the golden trio and their followers. He had gotten what he deserved, and if he so happened to give half his living wage to those who need it still after the war, that’s between him and his prayers. 

The best thing though since being alone? He can grow his hair as long as he likes and do whatever the fuck he wants. His actions and imprisonment brought him freedom in some sense. 

Connections:

Draco Malfoy - Ex (?) ‘Best Friend’ / TbC  Vincent Crabbe - Deceased Best Friend / Part Time Lover Millicent Bulstrode - Deceased Close Friend Daphne Greengrass - Ex House Mate - Potential Friend Astoria Greengrass - Loathes With The Fire of a Thousand Suns Blaise Zabini - Frenemie 

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