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LILY EVANS ♦︎ GRYFFINDOR ALUMNA ♦︎ ORDER MEMBER ♦︎ FC: SOPHIE SKELTON ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y :

(tw: death of a parent)

Lily sometimes wonders, late at night after everyone around her is asleep or during the day when nothing else holds her attention, if the magic made her a rebel or if being a rebel made her magic. Regardless of the reason, it was clear from a very early stage that Lily was not born to follow convention. She would swing too high, stay out too late, and always ignored her mother’s warnings about bringing wild animals into the house. A particular incident, which was mortifying for all involved other than Lily, was the Easter she was six when she stood up on the pew in the middle of the sermon and informed the preacher, in none too quiet a tone, that he’d better stop talking, because his voice was making a baby in the congregation cry. Most of the town laughed at the story, but the preacher was never quite as friendly to the Evans family after that, and they took to sitting in the back, Lily securely seated between Mr. and Mrs. Evans with each holding her hand.

Lily was never the most well behaved child. Her parents generally agreed that she always meant well, but every now and then she went too far, and no amount of talking-tos or punishments could make her regret her actions. This was a lesson her year 1 teacher learned all too well. Lily tried to go through the proper channels, informing first her teacher, then her parents that the boy who sat behind her was teasing her, but when that yielded no results, she decided she would just have to take care of herself. The next time Lily’s hair was pulled she launched herself across the desk and punched him squarely in the face, breaking his nose and her own thumb in the process. At first, Lily was told she wasn’t allowed to play outside during recess until she apologized. When, after a week, none was forthcoming, the teacher upped the ante, giving her lines to write in after school detention. Not even a trip to the principal’s office and the sharp slap of a ruler across her palms would convince her; Lily refused to apologize, because she refused to accept that she was not in the right.

This is not to say that Lily was a troublemaker, though. The town of Cokeworth at large thought that little Lily Evans was a delight. For every time she took things too far, there were half a dozen times she helped her mother with the shopping, or played sweetly on the playground with her sister, or sat quietly in the back of her father’s classroom with a book. She was quick with a please, and a thank you, and a smile that could light up the darkest of days. She was a good student, clever and helpful, and once her teachers learned to take her seriously when she raised an issue she rarely caused trouble in class. At the age of 9 she began to earn pocket money as a “mother’s helper,” entertaining and keeping an eye on young children as their mother cooked dinner, or did chores, or even took a nap in the next room. In later years, she’d turn this foundation into several successful summer jobs as a babysitter and even in one case a nanny.

When her Hogwarts letter arrived on her 11th birthday, Lily was more prepared that most muggleborn children. She knew all about the magical school and what she would learn there from her best friend, Sev. Once the social worker had calmed her parents down, Lily really only had one question, could Petunia come with her? The social worker did his best to explain that, no, as a muggle Petunia could not accompany Lily. For her part, Lily was disappointed by this answer, but it  did little to dampen her enthusiasm. She carried her letter with her everywhere, taking it out to reread when she was alone and sleeping with it under her pillow. She made sure to coordinate her trip to Diagon Alley with Sev’s so he could show her around and they could get their wands together. On the morning of september 1st, platform 9¾ saw a teary goodbye between Lily and her family, but she boarded the train with a smile on her face, excited to discover what Hogwarts had in store for her.

It turned out that what Hogwarts had in store for her was a bit of a mixed bag. She’d naively assumed that she and Sev would be sorted into the same house, not realizing that even at such a young age they were already set on very different paths. Lily didn’t mind being in Gryffindor, in fact she rather liked it. There she found people who were as quick to stand up to bullies as she was, people who could match her, stubbornly held opinion for stubbornly held opinion. In Gryffindor she found people who could be just as self-righteous as she, and were more willing to forgive such moods than those who didn’t understand. But she worried about Sev all alone in Slytherin. It didn’t seem like a terribly warm and friendly house, and from what little Lily knew of Sev’s home life she was sure that’s what he needed. So she did her best to include him in her house. Even though she couldn’t bring him into the Gryffindor common room, she invited him to sit with her new friends in class and study with them in the library, doing her best to wrap Sev in all the love and acceptance he deserved.

It didn’t take long for Lily to realize that not everyone at Hogwarts thought she belonged in the wizarding world. There were sniffs of derision when she didn’t know something that was apparently common knowledge and whispers of, filthy mudblood when she passed in the hall. When she was praised for tying with Sev for the highest score on their very first potions exam, someone commented just loud enough for her to hear that she needed to, learn her place. It was a slap in the face for a little girl who, until this point, had been very nearly universally adored and welcomed. There was a steep learning curve in her first year as she discovered that she couldn’t make everyone she met love her. So she dealt with the bullies the same way she’d dealt with the boy in first year who pulled her braids, and slowly, she built an identity that was based not on how other people treated her, but on how she treated other people.

Of course, Hogwarts was not all bad. In fact, it was mostly good, with the unpleasant bits all but lost amidst days and nights full of wonder, excitement, and novelty. Each new day, each new lesson was an adventure into the unknown, and Lily loved it. As much as she learned, she was always eager for more, staying after class to ask questions of professors, begging stories from classmates who’d grown up with magic, spending time in the library researching subjects that had no bearing on any of her classes, but were still fascinating. Her professors at Hogwarts quickly came to appreciate her inquisitive and helpful spirit just as much as her teachers back in Cokeworth had. Gryffindor house fit Lily like a glove, and she built friendships in other houses, as well. Flying was everything she’d ever dreamed and more, and the only thing that kept her from trying out for the house quidditch team was her abysmal hand eye coordination. By the end of her first year, Lily was set to take the wizarding world by storm, blood prejudice or no.

Lily’s success at Hogwarts was a welcome distraction from what was going on at home. The rift between the Evans sisters, which had first torn when little Lily tried to share her magic with Petunia and Petunia had called her a freak, grew wider with every day that Lily was gone, and every time she mentioned Hogwarts while at home. Before long, Petunia proved herself to be just as sharp-tongued as the worst of the bullies at school, and Lily proved herself more than capable of giving as good as she got. There is, after all, no one for knowing just how to cut you to the core like a sister. Through it all, Lily’s rock was her father. Mr. Evans had a knack for helping Lily see through the red mist of her anger to the error of her ways without making Lily feel as if she were being told off, and he had a talent for making her laugh when she was so hurt she thought, in the overly dramatic way most teenagers have, she would never smile again.

Lily grew slowly, shaped gradually by the events of her life, both magical and muggle, good and bad, into a young woman. The new friendships she’d found at Hogwarts deepened even as those oldest and most precious to her frayed. She watched Severus drift away from her, unwilling to admit it and helpless to stop it, until the bond finally snapped. She’d thought herself immune to the sting of the word, mudblood until she heard it falling from her former best friend’s lips. Pointed bickering with needle sharp words between Lily and Petunia became the new normal of the Evans household until Lily finally snapped. When Petunia tried to pretend to her new boyfriend that she didn’t even have a sister, Lily introduced herself anyway, interrupting their dinner and making sure Petunia enjoyed none of it. Lily told herself Petunia started it, but Lily knew that she had been the one to deal the final blow that severed the sisters’ relationship for good.

In the face of this Lily found comfort in likely and unlikely places. Mr. Evans continued to be her rock, even in the face of a cancer diagnosis that scared Lily to death. Throwing out all of her quills and parchment and replacing it with ballpoint pens and spiral bound notebooks before she returned to Hogwarts for her sixth year made Lily feel better. If you’d asked 13 year old Lily if she’d ever be friends with the marauders she would have laughed in your face, but 16 year old Lily wasn’t so sure. Remus Lupin seemed to understand that friends could do unforgivable things and you would still want to find a way to forgive them, and Sirius Black knew that you could hate the choices your sibling made but still love them with all your heart. So Lily fumbled along, clinging to her optimism and the newfound understanding that sometimes things changed in ways you neither expected nor wanted and you just have to do the best you can.

Lily was already holding her world together with tape and glue when the foundation was washed out from under her. When she finished her last exam of her sixth year, Professor McGonnagal pulled her aside to tell her that her father had passed away. When she arrived home, still shell shocked and not entirely sure how she got there, she learned that he’d been deteriorating since Christmas, but he hadn’t wanted to worry her, so no one had told her. The family she found on her return was not the family she’d left. Her mother was a ghost, not speaking, barely eating, staying in bed except when Petunia ordered her up to wash or change into clean clothes. Her sister had turned into a machine, fueled by grief, bitterness, and rage, Petunia handled everything, their mother, funeral arrangements, well wishers. Lily was left to drift, hollow and moorless. She might not even have made it back to Hogwarts for her seventh year if not for her friends, who’d rallied to take her to Diagon Alley for back to school shopping, make sure her trunk was packed, and ferry her to King’s Cross to catch the train.

Back at Hogwarts, Lily went through the motions. She attended classes, completed homework, performed her new duties as Head Girl, but the spark was gone. Lily had lost her Lily-ness, and she wasn’t sure how to get it back. She didn’t start to come alive again until one late night in October. It was the kind of night when it’s so late that you forget heavy things like your father has died and you no longer care about trivial things like hating someone on principle so when James said something fun Lily laughed out loud. She stopped for a moment as everything came rushing back and she waited to feel the guilt she’d felt over the summer any time she’d forgotten about her father, but it never came. So she threw her head back and laughed, and laughed, until she had a stitch in her side and tears of mirth in her eyes. The night was only the first step down a very long road, but it was a turning point nonetheless. Slowly, she found her Lily-ness, again, and she even found love along the way.

The Lily who graduated from Hogwarts was very different from the Lily who first entered it, but she was also very much the same. Facing seven years of bullying that never really went away had made her stronger, and more confident. Her growing friendship with each of the marauders, and her budding relationship with James, made her less likely to trust a first impression implicitly. The losses she’d faced, both of her father and of Severus and Petunia, had changed her the most, in ways she’s still discovering years later. But she’s still Lily, still whip smart, still convinced she’s always right, still willing to give the shirt off her back to help another person. She’s still in love with James and still looking after Peter. She never would have expected to be engaged and pregnant at only nineteen, but she’s always known she’d marry the love of her life, and she’s always wanted children. And if there’s one thing she’s learned, it’s that you have to take the good things while you have them, because you can never be sure how long they’ll last.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ Lily Evans ]

☛ AFFILIATION : Order of the Phoenix

☛ BLOOD STATUS : muggleborn

☛ AGE : 19

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Gryffindor

☛ TRAITS :

         Positives : protective / compassionate / altruistic

         Negatives : stubborn / presumptuous / petty

☛ OCCUPATION : children’s tutor / potioneer’s assistant

C O N N E C T I O N S :

JAMES POTTER : fiancé, makes her laugh

REMUS LUPIN, MARLENE MCKINNON, MARY MACDONALD, PETER PETTIGREW : close friends

SIRIUS BLACK, MARGARET MCKINNON, GIDEON PREWETT : competitive with

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE, JOHN DAWLISH, BARTY CROUCH JR. : distrusts

SEVERUS SNAPE : former best friend, estranged

CLARA MACMILLAN ♦︎ SLYTHERIN ALUMNA ♦︎ ORDER MEMBER ♦︎ FC: BENEDETTA GARGARI ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y :

Clara was born on warm June day to two very busy parents. Ealair MacMillan was a high ranking Ministry official and spent his week living in London to be close to the office, only coming home to Scotland on the weekends. Adelaide was a philanthropist and outspoken activist, often hosting fundraisers or traveling to London with her husband. So Clara was left to be raised by the house elves, and her two older siblings. This is not to say that Ealair and Adelaide were completely absent from the lives of their children, both made a point of being home on the weekends, and Sundays have always been strict family days for the MacMillans. Still, Beatriu and August were more mother and father to Clara than Adelaide and Ealair. Later when Diana and then Enric were born, Clara continued the tradition of older siblings raising the younger. The result of this is five siblings who, despite being various different ages, are incredibly close. Clara and Diana, in particular, have always been incredibly close, and Clara has always considered Diana her best friend. Growing up, essentially, without parents, especially when one has younger siblings to raise, is a recipe for a lost childhood, and Clara was no exception. She matured rapidly, quickly learning how to care for and entertain herself and, later, her younger siblings as well. As a result, Clara arrived at Hogwarts as quite a precocious 11 year old.

Clara left for Hogwarts sure what her house would be, and not terribly happy about it. MacMillans were Hufflepuffs. It was, if not a universal truth on par with Blacks being Slytherin, at the very least a strong trend. There was occasionally an outlier, Ealair had an uncle who’d ended up in Gryffindor, but only ever one in a generation. Clara had, secretly, hoped to be that outlier, but then Beatriu was sorted into Ravenclaw and, the way Clara saw it, her own fate was set for Hufflepuff and there was nothing she could do about it. Imagine her surprise, then, when the sorting hat was set on her head and said, “no, no, not Hufflepuff. True, you could fit in there, but to become all you can be, you’ll need a different house altogether.” Without further discussion the hat pronounced her a Slytherin and Clara obeyed, shocked, but also elated. She very much liked the idea of becoming all she could be, and it turned out that Slytherin house fit her like a glove. Among her housemates Clara found friends who were just as used to the finer things in life as her and, more importantly, friends who wanted to do more and be more just as much as she did. As a Slytherin, Clara learned to balance her love for and pride in her family with her love for and pride in herself. She also learned the fine art of trimming and tailoring her responses to meet other people’s expectations and how to get what she wanted without even having to ask for it.

Clara grew up with an example of a very successful arranged marriage. Ealair and Adelaide may have been brought together by their parents, but they were nonetheless two souls that matched nicely. Over the course of their marriage, they developed a strong partnership built on mutual respect, trust, and, if not love, a deep appreciation of each other. So, unlike her older sister who completely bucked the system and declared that she never wanted to marry at all, Clara was never opposed to an arranged marriage and was, in fact, excited when her parents began looking for a suitable match for her. Rabastan had seemed perfect on paper, from a good family and a little bit older, and for a while he had been. Clara loved his wit and how he seemed so worldly. She was never so naive as to expect love in an arranged marriage, but she knew herself well enough to admit, at least to herself, that she was a little starry eyed. The truth was more extensive than that. Through the minimal interactions Clara had with Rabastan in the years before she left Hogwarts, chaperoned dates on Hogsmeade weekends, letters sent back and forth, sitting next to each other and pureblood functions, Clara built an idea of who Rabastan was that was very much real to her, if not realistic.

Trouble didn’t come until after Clara graduated and began spending more time with her future in-laws as the wedding planning started up in earnest. It started with the newly minted Mrs. Rodolphus Lestrange. Despite being more closely related than most pureblood families, Clara’s parents had always kept the MacMillans well away from the Blacks and their ideas of blood purity that Ealair found distasteful and Adelaide outright opposed. Bellatrix made Clara nervous, but she didn’t take her marriage to Rodolphus as the sign of the Lestranges’ true leanings that she should have. Instead, she did what she thought any good future wife would do and tried to steer Rabastan away from Rodolphus and his wife, encouraging Rabastan to spend more time with Beatriu and even August with the excuse that he should get to know her family as well as she his. When that seemed to be going well, she began attempts to drive a wedge between the two twins, building Rabastan up and, occasionally, carefully, subtly criticizing Rodolphus, always making it more about how Rabastan deserved better. It might have worked, too, but not as quickly as Clara wanted it to.

Worse still, the more time Clara spent with Rabastan, the more she began to get to know him as a person. And the more she got to know him as a person, the more she began to realize he wasn’t who she thought he was. At first she tried to ignore it, and then she tried to downplay it. When she finally had to admit that the version of him she’d imagined while at school didn’t match the real thing, she tried to change it, to shape him into what she was sure was the best version of himself. She was unwilling to just give up on what she’d spent years building, but she had to admit defeat when she learned just how deep Rabastan’s blood purist leanings ran. To those on the outside, it may seem like the eldest MacMillan daughter, bold and rebellious Beatriu, is Adelaide’s truest heir, but the family knows that it’s Clara who holds her mother’s beliefs closest to heart. It’s not something she talks about openly, after all it was a somewhat dangerous opinion to have in Slytherin and certainly an unpopular one in pureblood circles, but Clara believes in equality of blood just as much as her outspoken mother. When Clara realized that Rabastan was a blood purist, there was only one path for her to take. She gave back the ring and ended the engagement as quietly as she could.

When Clara joined the Order, her only condition was that her family couldn’t know. It’s not that she’s afraid her family wouldn’t support her decision; she’s sure they would, though she’s also sure August would worry. It’s just that she knows in times like these, ignorance can be not only bliss, but safety. She received the standard order training and excelled at it, but it quickly became clear that she wasn’t cut out for being part of the cavalry. Clara’s not one for following directions when she thinks she has a better idea, and has no problem arguing with authority figures when she feels it’s necessary. While these traits can be valuable in the right time and place, in the middle of a battle is neither. It was quickly decided that her greatest chance for contribution would be as a spy, utilizing her status as a pure blood princess in her own right. It’s lonely, sometimes, surrounding herself with people whose beliefs are so decidedly opposite to her own and always playing a part and wearing a mask, but she made a commitment to the order, and more importantly to herself, so she’s not about to back down.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ member of the Macmillan family ]

☛ AFFILIATION : Order of the Phoenix

☛ BLOOD STATUS : pureblood

☛ AGE : 22

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Slytherin

☛ TRAITS :

     Positives : dedicated / detail-oriented / diplomatic

      Negatives : picky / materialistic / close-minded

☛ OCCUPATION : freelance arithmancer / socialite

C O N N E C T I O N S :

SIRIUS BLACK, GIDEON PREWETT, FABIAN PREWETT, MOLLY WEASLEY : distant cousins, friendly

FRANK LONGBOTTOM, ALICE BARNETT : co-mentors, idolizes

JAMES POTTER, LILY EVANS, STURGIS PODMORE : train together, friends

TIMORA STUMP, MERWYN FINWICK, CORNELIUS FUDGE : dismissive towards, thinks they’re idiots

DAVEY GUDGEON, GWENOG JONES, GLADYS GUDGEON : intrigued by

SIRIUS BLACK ♦︎ GRYFFINDOR ALUMNUS ♦︎ ORDER MEMBER ♦︎ FC: LUKE PASQUALINO ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y :

The Ancient and Noble House of Black held weeklong celebrations to honor the birth of their first son and heir, Sirius Orion Black. Born on November 3rd, 1959, Orion and Walburga’s first son was meant to continue the firm legacy and tradition the Black family is known for.  The family tree was to be kept pure, free of muggleborns, half-breeds, or halfbloods. Always Pure, a model to be upheld. As a child, Sirius never would have thought of breaking it. A burned out face on a family tree was a threat to be thoroughly feared.

Sirius did not grow up alone. He grew up with a brother: the calm and collected to Sirius’ fiery passion, the steady to Sirius’ rock the boat. No matter what would come of their later years – betrayal on both sides, and a disappearance to boot – Sirius loved Regulus. And when Sirius loves, he does not do it quietly, or simply. He has always loved with all of himself, and nothing less, no matter what he shows the world of his heart.

Sirius grew up learning the same information that would indoctrinate Death Eaters, hateful rhetoric that he would grow to believe until he learned better. At the time, he knew only what his parents had taught him, and he grew up the same as many other children of the Twenty-Eight. Though Sirius grew up fearing his parents, he also grew up loving and respecting them. Their cold shoulders and anger were rarely turned on him before he turned eleven, and when they did, it was always for something he quickly apologized for.

It was not until Hogwarts that Sirius learned differently. The Sorting Hat had a lot to do with it, but not all. It saw something different in Sirius than it saw in the rest of his traditionally Slytherin sorted family. The Hat saw that Sirius would learn far more from Gryffindor than Slytherin, and being a wise hat, that was where he was placed. Of course it was more than that. Deep down, Sirius did not want to be like his mother or father, did not want to be placed in Slytherin, even if this was not something he realized right away.  

In Gryffindor, Sirius would meet and befriend three people who became the most important people in his life: James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. His placement in Gryffindor caused a rift in his home that would quickly fall into disrepair.  They got on like a house on fire – or maybe like Gryffindor house on fire. Mayhem and pranks and laughter filled the halls of Hogwarts for most of their seven years.

Sirius’ friendship with James was steadfast, a type of brotherhood he thought he’d never have after being sorted into Gryffindor. James saw Sirius for Sirius, not for the blood status that some envied and others hated,

During their second year, the three friends discovered the true cause of Remus’ monthly disappearences. Instead of abandoning him, they turned to research and during the next three years, worked tirelessly to become Animagi in order to help their friend. Becoming Animagi, of course, wasn’t the only endeavor the Marauders worked on.

He and James spent much of their time at Hogwarts bullying Snape and his cronies. Hexes flew in both directions whenever either group was around. And it was bullying, even if it did go both ways for Snape. There were others, such as Bertram, that it did not go both ways for. Though he would learn and regret this type of bullying later on, at the time he did not see it as bullying at all – just playful pranks that the other person didn’t like. Sirius thought that the group was unstoppable.

By the time Sirius was in the summer after his fifth year, tensions at home had grown insurmountable. Sirius and his family’s ideologies were wildly different at this point, and the way they treated him had started to reach a breaking point. Already tense due to the previous school year’s events (a prank gone terribly wrong that nearly broke the friendship in half), Sirius snapped. His mother burned him off the family tapestry immediately, casting him out of the family and disowning him permanently. His younger brother Regulus did not follow in his footsteps, despite an earlier plea.

When Sirius ran, he went the only place he could think of going: the Potters. He showed up on his doorstep unannounced, asking to only stay there for a couple of nights, and received a home. Everything he’d learned in his years at Hogwarts taught him that real family were the boys he’d found at school, and that a real family acted like James’ did. He lived with the Potters during breaks until his Uncle Alphard died when he was seventeen. At that time, Sirius bought an apartment and supported himself, though he often went to the Potters during Christmas and New Years. He was happy for the money not because he was no longer poor, but because he no longer had to rely on the Potters. He hated feeling anything close to a burden.

Graduation was not attended by any of the family he was born with other than Andromeda and her husband. Instead, his graduation was celebrated and attended by his found family. Far from the weeklong celebration of his birth, Sirius cherished this one over everything else. An invitation to join the Order of the Phoenix post graduation meant the world to him. An outspoken blood traitor and a skilled fighter, Sirius was a boy willing to dedicate himself to the cause: and he did.

The sudden disappearance of his brother has shaken him to his core. Though he’d suspected for some time that his brother was a Death Eater, this seemed like confirmation. And before he could change anything: he’s gone. Sirius doesn’t want to believe he’s dead, but at his core, he’s not sure what to believe at all.

His worst fear is worse than his brother being dead.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ Sirius Black ]

☛ AFFILIATION : Order of the Phoenix

☛ BLOOD STATUS : pureblood

☛ AGE : 19

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Gryffindor

☛ TRAITS :

     Positives : loyal / self-assured / brave

     Negatives : arrogant / quick-tempered / oversensitive

☛ OCCUPATION : Healer-in-training / Three Broomsticks employee

C O N N E C T I O N S :

JAMES POTTER, PETER PETTIGREW, REMUS LUPIN : best friends, would do anything for

EDGAR BONES, TED TONKS, MOLLY WEASLEY, ANDROMEDA TONKS : parent figures, admires

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE, NARCISSA BLACK : cousins, tense

LILY EVANS, MARLENE MCKINNON, TILDEN TOOTS : close friends

ALANA MULCIBER, WALDEN MACNAIR, ANTONIN DOLOHOV : despises, thinks they’re horrible

AMELIA BONES ♦︎ RAVENCLAW ALUMNA ♦︎ ORDER MEMBER ♦︎ FC: ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y

Born on a stormy day in late March of 1959, Amelia Bones was the loudest of her siblings from the start. She knew what she wanted even as an infant, and she would do what was needed to make it happen. She adored the attention of each of her older brothers, when she began taking her first tentative steps it was often to whatever char Edgar or Charles were sitting in. As they grew up Amelia was always a few steps behind one of her older brothers, she idolized each of them and was ready to get into whatever messes they were making. Amelia was in perfect health until she was eight. At eight she had her first seizure and was diagnosed with epilepsy by a muggle doctor.

This caused her bonds with her parents to grow even stronger, it took a year of testing and the doctors were able to prescribe medication to control the seizures. So she doesn’t often experience Grand Mal Seizures, but the effects that her occasional partial seizures have and will always have on her memory have caused her to have immaculate organizational skills.

With both of her brothers already away at school there was some concern if Amelia would be admitted into Hogwarts, despite her displaying a magical aptitude at a young age. As her parents prepared options for this possibility, Amelia was in constant correspondence with her older brother Charles, soaking up as much information as she could about Hogwarts and what life at the castle would be like before she turned eleven.

Her letter did arrive on her eleventh birthday, and in 1970 for the first time she spent the trip to Diagon Alley picking out robes and cauldrons and school supplies along-side her brothers. And on 1 September 1970 she was on Kings Cross Station when the Death Eaters launched their first attack. When she got to Hogwarts things were different than how she had thought they would be from Charles descriptions, but she was quickly accepted into his group of friends at the Ravenclaw table. The whole school was shaken from the attack, but everyone had been told it was a one-off attack and wanted to believe it.

Amelia quickly found a place with her peers, mastering difficult wandwork and thriving in the dueling club all though her Hogwarts career. She found friends in all of the houses, and was often thought to be too trusting, but those that were closest to her knew that she held her cards close to her chest, and didn’t let many people in. She strove to be the top of each of her classes and when preparing for her OWLs Amelia thought she wanted to be an Auror — as most 15 year-olds did in 1974 — she wanted to make the world a more just place and joining the Aurors was the best way to do that right?

That summer she went home and pressed her parents, Edgar, and Charles for more answers about the origins of this war, begging for them to not protect her and give the same answers everyone had in 1970, this was the world she would be entering in three years. They explained the hatred and prejudices against wizards based on their blood type their world, and this started Amelia on a summer-long research dive into the deep history of blood prejudices in the wizarding community that led to this war. Out of curiosity, she started looking into muggle history to see if there was anything similar, she started to read about the civil rights-movement in America and the anti-war movement in the 1960s, much of which had happened right next door in muggle London. She wondered if these rights to protest, which seemed to be ingrained in much of muggle society could be integrated to the Wizarding World? She began looking into the legal ramifications of these movements and knew that her path forward had changed.

From that summer on her goal was clear, some day she would lead the Wizengamot at make them do what she could to make the wizarding society a more just place, like those muggle protesters, and nothing was going to get in her way. She finished her NEWTs with top scores, keeping any potential distractions at bay.

After Hogwarts she got a cheap flat in muggle London, just across the street to the guest entrance of the ministry, as much as she would like to apparate in because of her epilepsy she has been unable to get that license, and isn’t a high enough ministry official to get direct access to the Floo Network, yet, and has been working as one of the head court secretaries. She is eyeing a position as an assistant to one of the High Wizengamot Judges though.

She knows that this war isn’t going to be won in the ministry, too many lives have been lost and too many lives are in immediate danger for her not to be doing something. Upon her graduation, Dumbledore approached her about joining the Order of the Phoenix to protect people and make change in ways that she wouldn’t be able to in the Wizengamot. Because of her position within the ministry and her goals she has been unable to take on many forward facing missions but she helps out when she can.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ Amelia Bones ]

☛ AFFILIATION : Order of the Phoenix

☛ BLOOD STATUS : halfblood

☛ AGE : 21

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Ravenclaw

☛ TRAITS :

     Positives : resilient / organized / patient

    Negatives : resentful / secretive / cynical

☛ OCCUPATION : Wizengamot court Head Secretary

C O N N E C T I O N S :

MAFALDA HOPKIRK, ELLA DIGGORY, CLARA MACMILLAN : best friends

EDGAR BONES, CHARLES BONES : older brothers, extremely close

SARAH BONES, ABIGAIL NORTON, MOLLY WEASLEY : considers family, admires

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD, MERWYN FINWICK, CICERO BELBY : intrigued by, thinks they’re strange

EUROPA FAWLEY, DIRK CRESSWELL, MARGARET MCKINNON : competitive with