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Avalon Jones || 16 || Hufflepuff they/them or she/hers does it make you freak out? got you fussing, got you worried & scared to let your guard down boys. Boys — tell the n e i g h b o r s i'm not sorry if i'm ʙƦᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ walls down. closed rp account with bnw

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benjiscott:

“Because, you know it takes about a year for a Hippogriff’s feathers to grow back, and that’s granting a good moult season. So if you’re grooming one, they love a gentle brushing. Who wouldn’t enjoy a gentle brushing? If you’re grooming one, you have to be careful of damaged feathers.” Benji was going on and on, half assuming that someone was listening. When he finally did look up, all he could do was wince. “Sorry. I mean… gosh, I hate homework?”

Avalon laughed, and rolled their eyes, “I’m just gonna go ahead and call that a lie. I love animals, and hate liars, want to try that again?”

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lukekanara:

“I swear, I don’t know how in Merlin’s name you made it up there,” Luke’s eyes narrowed towards where a small black cat was perched on an outcropping over his head. Crossing his arms, he raised an eyebrow, “Either you come down from there or so help me I will go get my broom and fly up myself.” In response he was given a small mew, causing him to let out a sigh. “God dammit, Iris.”

Avalon had been walking by when they noted the person seemingly talking to themselves, they slowed for a moment before they spotted them. The small bundle of black fur and adorableness. “Iris is a cute name, they get caught up trees often?” Avalon scrunched their nose and made a teasing face at the cat, “least it isn’t the willow.”

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walker--ollie:

The number of people Ollie could recognise by the rhythm of their feet was, unsurprisingly, rather low. Avalon, however, had managed to make it into that category through the years the two had known each other. So, when they piped up, Ollie grinned in their general direction. “– Bitch we might be.”

Avalon laughed, still running a hand through the dog’s fur, part of the reason Avalon loved Ollie so much was because he was so muggle. It made her feel less self-conscious about her own upbringing, and she matched his grin with one of her own. “Sounds fake but okay. What, couldn’t resist joining in? You even know what you’re howling about?”

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walker--ollie:

        {{ open // human form

Ollie’s head perked up, Tom’s ears twitching where he sat beside him on the ground near a window in a quiet corridor. Here he was, doing homework, quietly muttering to the quill to write what he said and what was that noise? He knew there were wolves in the Forbidden Forest, the spawn of werewolves, he thought the legend said, but he didn’t usually hear them howling. Next to him, Tom ‘awoo’d, and Ollie couldn’t help but mimic it (after grabbing the quill so it didn’t actually write the word ‘awooooooo’ in the middle of his Transfiguration essay. And so, Ollie and his dog ‘awoo’d to each other, sitting in the corridor. Because that was as good a starter as any.

Hearing someone howling in the hallway should have been weird, it wasn’t. It really really wasn’t because as it happened Avalon had been at the school when Ollie was going through the process of becoming an animagus. His paws had been huge. She laughed. So when she found him, howling, she simply smiled and pet Tom. “You two aren’t exactly a wolf pack you know.”

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Avalon loved Hogwarts, really, they did. A lot. Totally, except...okay the thing was? Not to be a typical teen in their smart phone or anything but--they really really needed their netflix fix. They missed headphones, they missed netflix, and wifi, sweet glorious wifi, oh my god. But, right now? Right now they wished they hadn’t left their fudging pen in the common lounge because this essay? Was not going to write itself, even if it could with a spell or two, but that was cheating. And, Avalon did not, they repeat n-o-t want to go all the way back to the common room. “You don’t happen to have a pen do you?” They leveled a smile at the person next to them, hoping they weren’t interrupting too badly.

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Basic Statistics

Name: Avalon Jones Age: 16 Birthday: 21st of April Hogwarts House: Hufflpuff Wand: 12 ¾ in. sturdy ebony, veela hair core Blood Status: ¼ veela, ½ muggle Patronus: Kangaroo Boggart: Full Veela aka bird monster Amortentia: sugar quills, bubblegum flavor gum, fresh cut grass Nationality: Welsh Hometown: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch Preferred pronouns: They/Them/Theirs or She/Her/Hers (nonbinary/questioning) R/S Preferences: one big shrug tbh

Allegiances:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Hufflepuff House Screw bigots.

Physical Characteristics:

Height: 5'2" Ethnicity: Americo-Liberian && Ashkenazi Jewish Eyes: Greenish hazel Hair: Just below shoulder length, naturally blonde, occassionally dyed brown or black, though their roots show occasionally. Notable Features: they’re veela???? So idk all the things that come with that.

Personality Etc:

Positive: deliberate, open minded, frank, Negative: brash, callous, reckless Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Quotes: Do no harm, take no shit, beg no man pardon -- anonymous.  I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride -- Al Capone

“MY FEELINGS ARE TOO LOUD FOR WORDS,                                        AND TOO SHY FOR THE WORLD.”

Personality:

Avalon hates their middle name, isn’t a fan of owls, has a pet toad that they make warbling baby talk noises at until it sings, and thinks that people who don’t like animals are the devil. They have a scar on their right shoulder from a hippogriff, wake up with eyeliner on and don’t bother to wash it off, they just put on a new layer, and occasionally they hum miley cyrus songs because they apparently hate themself. They once tried to teach themselves how to be a parseltongue because talking to snakes would be freakin awesome. They don’t cuss. They like orange juice with pulp, their mom sends them howlers but instead of yelling it’s over the top I love yous in front of everyone when their mom gets mad at them. They hate it. They tell people that really, Durmstrang sounds like a great school why couldn’t they have gone there? They get along better with animals than people.

Backstory:

Avalon Jones was blessed with a not crappy name, thank Merlin that their parent’s didn’t hate them. Seriously, not to be mean to their mom’s heritage or anything, but. Yikes. Double yikes with a side order of jinkies. Some names were simply not meant to be, and that they existed defied the laws of nature, and also, y’know, Avalon’s ability to pronounce them. And they’re Welsh. They’re from Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch for Merlin’s sake. Avalon didn’t have much to say about their life growing up, they always knew they’d be going to Hogwarts, always knew one day they’d take the train and leave the muggles behind. Their Mom was half veela and fair haired and dark eyed and she ran a pet store, one she loved with all her heart and one that was doing very very well, perks of being a veela Avalon supposed even if they didn’t care for the so-called ‘perks’ themselves. They grew up with the animals, muggle or wizard and they loved them, they loved every furred or feathered little body, not to mention the scaled. They loved them so much it was a hard choice between the pet store or the antique shop to spend their days. Their father was muggle, owner of a antique shop and a hoarder beyond compare,a ‘really Dad, you don’t need the new arm chair, yeah, they claim it’s from the 1800’s but let’s be honest, yes, Dad I do remember the chest that had the false bottom with the–Dad no, what would Mom say?’ sort of hoarder. To say that Avalon wasn’t a fan of material goods would be an understatement, since they’d always known they’d be going to Hogwarts they always knew they’d need to pack light. What can they say, they’re practical like that.

So they went to Hogwarts, and they hated it. No, don’t get them wrong, they love Hogwarts, they love classes, they love dueling club with a bloody passion, so they might be a bit aggressive, that wasn’t a problem. What they hated was people fawning over them, which, didn’t happen all the time mind you, but in the beginning it had been one after another, after another, until they’d eventually just trickled to a stop. They like to think they have a reputation now. Sure, charming? Totally, wicked hot? Undeniably. Nice? No. Nope. Definitely not, don’t waste your time levels of not having it. Being part Veela sucks. A lot. They hate people ‘falling’ for them, a lot. Because it’s not them they like, it’s the idea of them or their body, and it’s…infuriating. To say the least.

Things looked up by the time they were a second year they spent most of their time in the library, and it’s not like they were actually studying, they just…they have roommates and the common lounge is loud, and they wanted to be alone, or, well as close to it as possible. The Astronomy Tower was their first bet, but the amount of frisky couples they had to kick out was getting annoying, and the accidental and totally embarrassing amount of invites to join was so much worse. So yeah, it was the library or actually, the whomping willow, they sort of just…ducked and crawled and tried not to get hit. It worked…mostly. And when it wasn’t that, they spent all of their time at dueling club because hey, it was cathartic or whatever, they also became a passable cook, and a decent wizard, even if they still thought offense was the best defence. They don’t know what they want to do with their life, all they know is they want Care of Magical Creatures and they want to totally dominate the dueling arena this year, beyond that? No idea.