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Terence is a half blood. His father Gregory Higgs was a wizard and his mother Miranda Higgs is a muggle.

They live in a smaller sized two story house. The main living areas are downstairs whilst the two bedrooms are above.

They didn't have the best family dynamic as Gregory had an alcohol addiction issue and left when Terence was around 9/10 years old. Terence witnessed a lot of fights and drunken nights, hiding behind doors or hearing it from his room upstairs.

After Gregory left Miranda became inconsolable and Terence basically looked after them both as much as he could as a child.

Miranda had to pick up a lot of shift work at her job in the hospital to keep them afloat now a single mother, which unfortunately left Terence alone quite a bit.

He would spend his time drawing, playing games by himself, doing his school homework and cleaning. Eating easy meals like toast, sandwiches or those packs of crackers and cheese until he was old enough to cook himself.

Gregory use to work at the same place as Henry Pucey so when he disappeared Henry came knocking to see what was happening, concerned about the little boy close to his own sons age (which was Adrian). When Terence opened the door, small and scared, Henry couldn't walk away.

After consolation with Miranda they came upon the terms that Terence would spend after school hours with the Puceys until she was able to pick him up. And during school holidays he was able to stay with them throughout the day/night.

Terence and Adrian bonded so well they're as close as siblings. Adrian was happy to call someone his brother and Terence was just glad to have a friend.

The Puceys have a spare guest room in their house but it's basically Terences room since his over so much. They always make sure to change/clean the sheets before the holidays cause they know he'll be there.

Lilith (Adrians little sister) is always like 'Why is Terence always here its so annoying' but when he isn't she's like 'Umm where is Terence?" like his her family as well!!

The Puceys were able to help with Wizarding high school applications once Terence hit 12/13.

Terence had been behind on Wizarding school which made him try ten times harder to prove that he deserved to be there. He takes his education very seriously and wants a well paying job to be able to look after himself independently without his mothers help but also to look after her.

When Terence got into Hogwarts University he finally felt like belonged somewhere. Especially after being sorted into Slytherin (This was mainly based on the fact he had to be resourceful his entire life to survive, his ambition to be better and the natural leadership and trust he possesses within himself. + having some of the key values from the Puceys passed down to him).

Professor McGonagall is his favourite teacher.

His studying to get a job at the Ministry as he believes that will be his best bet at a stable income. (Even though his real passion is drawing and creating comics- not that he would admit that to himself)

Terence was picked as seeker a couple years into Hogwarts and Adrian was stoked.

If you’re trying to find Terence his most likely in his room as he prefers to study there because his friends can be distracting in the library. Or else you’ll find him with his friends loitering in the hallways talking or eating in the great hall.

He did have a crush on Daphne Greengrass at some point but he is also a little afraid of her (which is much of the appeal tbh)

Death Mention

Terence was at Hogwarts when he found out his Dad passed away and had to get special considerations to go home, plan and attend the funeral. The Puceys were the only ones to attend.

In some way his fathers death freed him from whatever resentment he was holding onto. He won't ever forgive and forget though.

Style

Very comfortable and casual

Think of a button up shirt with a long/short sleeve under or crew neck jumpers. Jeans vibes.

Doesn't do much with his hair just lets his curls dry and its sort of messy but he gets it cut before its too shaggy.

His a converse kinda guy okay? cool glad we agree !

DISCLAIMER / AVISO: First part is in English, the second in Spanish || La primer parte esta en inglés y la segunda en Español ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

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The family on my father's side has been guardians for generations, on the other hand, on my mother's side they have been the protectors of the forest for generations. This is beacuse my mother, my grandmother and their entire female bloodline are the only elves with magic in their blood. Therefore, I was born with the same gift that ran through my family's bloodline.

This gift is meant to protect the forest and its life in it therefore it is a gift connected to the nature.

✦ I can talk to animals and feel their emotions. I'm their protector so they obey me and trust me.

✦ I can feel the flowers, trees and plants, know what they need and I can control them: make them grow or undo withered plants and bring them back to life.

✦ I can control water and wind.

As mentioned before, I come from a elve family of protectors. Besides being a forest protector i am also a guardian. One day, after facing a fight with other guardians i got lost in the darkness of a cave that we had to go through. While trying to find a way out a bright light-blue flashing light caught my attention so i approached to it to find a clear beautiful stone and my curiosity lead me to grab it. The moment mi skin touched the bright element i I felt a spike of energy in my body, as if a small electricity was traveling throughout my body. Seconds later, I fainted.

I woke up in my home and my apparience completely changed. My hair went from dark brown with voluminous curls to a straight and white.

What I scripted:

My aparience changed and got powers after touching it because i scripted that this stone is a legendary element. It is celestial.

There is a old, old mith about a prophecy. It says that one day, a witty person meant to find the gem of unknown whereabouts will acquire its powers and the celestial witch will be born. It's said that its powers are so unique and the most powerful that ever existed. It's such an old mith that none know its origins nor the origins of the stone. Therefore none belive on it but everybody knows it.

✦The powers that it gave me are the manipualtion and generation of energy, light-blue energy specifically! It also allows me to read minds.

La familia de parte de mi padre han sido guardianes por generaciones, por otro lado, la familia de parte de mi madre han sido protectores del bosque por generaciones. Esto se debe a que mi madre, abuela y todas las mujeres de su linea sanguinea son las unicas elfas con magia en su sangre. Por ende, yo nací con el mismo poder que corre por la sangre de mi familia.

El propósito de este poder es proteger el bosque y su vida en el por ende esta conectado con la naturaleza

✦Puedo hablar con animales y sentir sus emociones. Soy su protectora por eso me obedecen y confian en mi.

✦Puedo sentir las flores, plantas y arboles saber que necesitan y controlarlas: hacerlas crecer o deshacer lo marchito y revivirlas.

✦Controlo el agua y el viento

Como lo mencione vengo de una familia de elfos protectores, ademas de ser una protectora del bosque soy una guardiana. Un dia luego de enfrentar una pelea junto a otros guardianes me perdi en la oscuridad de una cueva por la que tuvimos que pasar. Mientras trataba de buscar una salida una luz celeste parpadeante me llamó la atención, cuando me acerque a esta me encontre con una gema celeste brillante y mi curiosidad me llevo a tocarla. Al momento en el que mi piel toco dicho elemento senti una corriente de energia viajar por mi cuerpo, como si una pequeña electricidad recorriese todo mi cuerpo. Segundos despues, me desmayo.

Me desperte en mi hogar y mi apariencia habia cambiafo completamente. Pase de der una castaña con voluminosos rulos a tener un pelo liso y completamente blanco.

Mi guion:

Mi apariencia cambio y obtuve poderes depsues de tocarla porque escribí en mi guion que dicha gema es un elemento legendario. Es celestial

Hay un viejo, viejo mito acerca de una profecía. Esta dice que algun dia una sabia persona destinada a encontrar la gema de paradero desconocido adquirirá sus poderes, y asi, la bruja celestial nacerá. Se dice que sus poderes son tan unicos, los mas poderoses que jamas existieron. Es un mito tan viejo que nadie sabe su origen ni el origen de la gema, por ende, nadie cree en el pero todo el mundo lo conoce.

His jaw tightened, muscles twitching with restrained fury—the first visible fracture in his otherwise unshakable composure. A shadow flickered across his eyes, fleeting but unmistakable.

“I’m the only one left with any shred of care,” he hissed, voice low and sharp with disdain. “The rest squander themselves on rotgut and ruin, festering in that crumbling sepulchre of a manor. They’ve allowed the House of Gaunt to decay—like foul mold devouring forgotten stone. Descendants of Salazar Slytherin? Bah. A pitiful farce, unworthy even of scorn.”

Merith said nothing, her eyes steady and unyielding.

“I used to wonder what weighed on you,” she murmured. “What kind of silence lived behind those eyes.”

He held her gaze, expression unreadable.

“Your father, Dimitar Vulchanova, knows the meaning of legacy,” he said finally, his voice low, measured. “That’s why I stand with him. Vision. Order. A world mapped in blood and ambition.”

“And power,” she added softly.

He nodded, no shame in the admission.

A long pause settled between them. Outside, the wind stirred again. The storm hadn’t truly passed—only circled elsewhere.

Then, with a motion both deliberate and casual, Gorvoth drew a small black box from his coat and slid it across the table toward her.

She frowned, hesitant.

“Open it,” he said.

She did.

Inside, resting against black velvet, lay a locket—heavy gold, old as myth. An elegant “S” curled across its surface, stylized into the form of a serpent. It wasn’t just engraved—it was etched, as though the metal had been coaxed into remembering its shape rather than forced to bear it.

It didn’t gleam; it glowed. Quietly. Like something steeped in history rather than polished for display.

Not ornament. Not even inheritance. A relic. A vow. A claim.

Merith’s breath caught.

She didn’t reach for it.

Gorvoth’s voice came low—measured, almost reverent.

“A family heirloom. Passed down from Salazar himself. It should be Marvolo’s, perhaps. But he clutches it like a charm against mediocrity. We both know who it belongs to now.”

Her gaze remained on the locket.

“Why give it to me?”

He studied her for a moment. Then, with a smile that never reached his eyes: “Because I would rather stake my name on you than any heir left in that crumbling manor."

The pause that followed wasn’t silence—it was something denser. A breath held between two fault lines. The flicker of something vast, unsaid.

“This isn’t mine to wear.” She closed the box with deliberate care, not softening her tone. “Not yours to give.”

A flicker of something passed across Gorvoth’s face, but he said nothing.

“It’s a generous gesture,” she said at last, “but some things are too old to give, and too cursed to receive.”

Her eyes met his, unwavering.

“Keep it safe.”

She pushed the box toward him with a steady motion. His long fingers closed around it, turning it over thoughtfully—as if seeing the heirloom anew.

“Afraid that’s the extent of my sentimentality,” he said. “Heirlooms and half-truths.”

She let a faint, almost wry smile ghost across her lips. “I’m not one for trinkets. But you… you have something I want.”

He leaned forward, fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

Merith’s gaze didn’t waver. “Give me a truth.”

Gorvoth’s smile was slow, enigmatic. “Ah, truth,” he mused, voice low and deliberate. “A most inconvenient commodity, is it not? Fluid as the serpent’s coil—twisting, hiding, slipping through the cracks of certainty.”

She arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Enough riddles, Gorvoth.”

He chuckled softly, conceding. “Very well. Fine. One question.” He raised a finger with mock ceremony. “It is your birthday, after all.”

Merith’s eyes narrowed, lips pressed in a thin line. “One question, one truth.”

He nodded once.

Excerpt from: "Shadows of Legacy: A Hogwarts Legacy Sequel" by HyacinthSpector available on A03 and Wattpad.