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Alaric C. Avery + Moodboards 1/?
Great Hall || 1-3-77
Ah, fuck, Remus thought, continuing to curse his idiocy. This close to the full moon, he tended to say many things he normally wouldn’t, and this was one of those things. Yet, that same part of him still whispered that he should respond in kind, that he should start a fight. “Hmm? No, don’t worry about it, I was, uh, just talking to myself,” he insisted instead, trying to ignore that thought process.
His nerves were already running a bit high because of the impending game coming up (not that he'd admit that), and sassy Gryffindors were last on the list of people he wanted to encounter. But Lupin, Alaric thought, Lupin's normally smarter than this. Maybe reminders are due as to who exactly he is. "Going loony too, Loopy Lupin? Loony and Loopy, you're just fitting all sorts of names under your belt, aren't you? After Gryffindor's defeat, you can add Loser to the lot if you'd like," he said looking the other male over before turning his attention back to his snack. "Loony Loopy Loser Lupin. Say that three times fast, it's a twister."
ALARIC AVERY ▼ CLOSED PUREBLOOD ✖ SIXTH YEAR ✖ SLYTHERIN
"I am half good and half bad.”
✖ BASICS
Reputation → The Bad Boy
Patronus → Non-corporeal
Boggart → An old, feeble man
Wand → 10 3/4”, walnut, acromantula web, sturdy
Faceclaim → Landon Liboiron
✖ BIOGRAPHY
Where many males of his house have a tongue of silver and a charm no one can match Alaric Avery has embraced the true nature of the young man that no one can fully grasp. His mind is not a complicated maze, but for every action he makes there is a reason behind it, even if his spontaneity controls him more than his mind. But even so, his determination will take him where he wants, still, he never seems to be determined to rule the common room nor take over the school. Alaric deems himself to have control over those who likes to have him as company, those younger boys who looks up to this self-proclaimed bad boy who rather parties all night long than focuses on the essays put before him. After all, Alaric is a young man who wants to belong and with the feeling of belonging his self-esteem grows. Maybe he is not as manipulative or cunning like many of his friends, but that does not make him a lesser man.
Precisely, like every man of his name, Alaric Avery is a prideful young man with his eyes set on maintaining the family name. For every misstep he makes he is careful to hide it from those who would rip him to shreds and as he lightly threads the line of what is acceptable and destructive an amused smirk plays upon his lips. The fact that he most certainly lets every word falling from his lips be tainted with sarcasm does not make him easier to understand. His peers never knowing if he is serious or just taking the piss. Perhaps that is why Alaric is rare amongst his fellow housemates. Where they are calculating, and letting their thoughts steer, he follows his impulses and does what he feels like doing when he feels like doing it. Laced with pride he will indulge in the sport of breaking hearts or throwing a hex in the direction of a low born. He is an Avery and as an Avery he craves respect and will not let anyone taint his name.
He has yet to fall into the dark pits of hell with demons clawing at him, craving the blood of the unpure. Expectations are lived up to by smirks and gestures, but never are they fully played upon. For even when prejudice is rooted deep within one’s bones doubt can linger in a dark mind. Alaric is fated to become one of the Dark Lord’s faithful chevaliers, a title he anticipates to carry on his shoulders and when the day comes he will carry it with pride. Nevertheless, the pride he assumes will fill him when he is branded also causes doubt. Clinging to childhood memories and the carefree existence he keeps within the walls of Hogwarts Alaric is not yet ready to give his life up, even if he may keep the cause close to his heart.
✖ FACECLAIM SUGGESTIONS
Luke Grimes, Sean Faris, Daniel Sharman
Biography written by Felicia.
Great Hall || 1-3-77
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and laughed lightly, shaking her head, “Go on. Keep being delusional; its probably the only thing you’re any good at.” Marlene arched an eyebrow, scoffing, “No one hits better than I do.”
He held a hand over his heart and gave her a look of the deepest hurt. "Ouch. I'm wounded. I'll have you know that I'm delusional about everything but quidditch. I'm plenty good at other things, as well. I can count to thirty and I can tie my shoes. And I'm the best keeper that this school will ever see, I can't say the same for yours..." He smirked and made a dismissive hand wave. "Trust me, I know. But Bellatrix and Amycus are fairly ruthless. Something I can't say for you and Meadowes."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
”Well, it seems to me like you’re rather relishing the idea of turning the walls into stone-hewn toast and people into well-meaning jam, because there’s not very many responses a person can give to that question of yours. What if I’m feeling sportsmanly? How am I meant to express it now?"
"Maybe I am, maybe I want to coat the castle in a shimmering glossy covering of the well-meaning jam of anyone who crosses my path. There are a number of options if you want to express your sportsmanlyness, though. Example, you can bow. Or sing me a song of praises. Or just kiss my arse and save your sportsmanship for after the game."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"Mmm, I won’t then. Just to save your ego." She gave a satisfied smile, liking his attitude. "Good. Celebratory parties are always more enjoyable than pity parties, not that I need to remind you. I hear the players always get special treatment after a successful match. That’s enough motivation in itself."
"There's the reason you're my favourite Black sister. Shh, don't tell the others." He smirked and sat back a bit. "Pity parties aren't parties. It's either victory or nothing. Special treatment? I wouldn't mind getting some of that... how about you treat me to something special when we win? Or I treat you to something special. Drinks, perhaps?"
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"What does my house have to do with anything? Well then maybe you should have a sign over your head that says Don’t wish me luck because I’m a grump.”
"You know, Hufflepuffs do the friendly thing. I'd wear that. Sounds like pretty forward message. Care to make it for me?"
As Alaric spoke, Rabastan couldn’t help but to hold back a smirk— which, honestly, failed because let’s be real: Rabastan, despite what he wanted people to think, still got some weird… satisfaction out of hearing his friend ramble like that. “I would say you have issues, but I assume you already are aware of that.” He rolled his eyes, but made no move to remove Alaric’s legs from his lap. “Why would I really need any of those when I have you as a roommate, anyway? Seriously, Alli Alligator, you torment younger years like it’s a game.”
Rambling was what Alaric was good at. Not really something to be proud of, but he knew that Rabastan was struggling not to give into the humor of it all. "Oh, I'm well aware. It's because my mother didn't hug me enough. That and because I suffer from an incredibly rare mental illness," he relaxed his posture and was now fully laying across the couch, his feet propped up in Rabastan's lap. "Is that your way of telling me that mean something to you? Are you admitting that you like my company, after all this time? I can't stay mad at you, we're friends again. The younger years are too gullible for their own good. It's my way of teaching them."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"They’re more excited for you and the team? C’mon, are you trying to say you don’t like the attention before a game?
"Well, I like the attention. I don't like the constant stream of 'good lucks' like I'm not capable of stopping some hyperactive lion cubs, no offense but you can take it if you'd like to."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"I have every reason to be," Marlene said with a shrug. A small laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head, stepping just a bit closer to him, "Maybe in your dreams, Avery. We all want what we can’t have." She looked up at him then, and her lips curled in a smirk, "How’s that head injury coming along by the way?" She asked him, remembering the last time she hit him with the Bludger.
He rolled his eyes and shifted to lean towards her the slightest bit. "How did you know? Maybe they aren't dreams, maybe I'm a Seer or something of the sort," he brought a hand up to rub against his head, remembering the last time he crossed paths with Marlene on the pitch. "Just lovely, thank you for asking. I'll admit, you don't have terrible aim. But, our beaters have better."
“Yes, of course that’s what the book is. You should know the book by memory, seeing as I obviously took it from you.” Rabastan leaned over and flicked Alaric’s neck. “Also, keep in mind you’re a bloody prefect now so act like such.” With a small gesture to the textbook, Rabastan sighed.
"Have you been dipping into my stash? My word, Rabby Rabbit there's hope for you yet. Is this the one about the busty house witch who's husband is a curse breaker and is away on business, and the overly friendly eccentric neighbor who pays her a visit to please her in ways her husband couldn't-" the flick cut him off before he could go into further detail and he held his neck. "You're mean. We're not friends anymore. No more erotic novels for you. And please, I'm a bloody brilliant prefect." To drive home his point, he swung his legs up to try and rest them on Rabastan's lap.
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"I should imagine they’re wishing you luck because if you do let the team down, it’ll be your innards all over the walls."
"Dandy Andy, have I ever let anyone down? You don't need to answer that, by the way. But really, luck has nothing to do with how great Gryffindor's downfall is going to be."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"I want to say yes, but I’m pretty sure you would actually kill me if I did," Remus muttered, internally cursing himself for responding at all as soon as the words had left his mouth.
Alaric paused a moment before turning to fully address Remus. "You want to repeat that a bit louder? Because I could have sworn you just said something you're going to regret."
Ducking slightly to avoid being hit, Rabastan sent a glare towards his friend. “Why must you always be annoying when I’m trying to read? Do you crave my attention that badly?”
Watching the crumpled ball fly over Rabastan's head, Alaric smirked a bit. While he was replying, he tore another piece of paper from directly out of his charm book itself. "Yes. You, sir, need to leave your fantasy world of books. Are you even studying? Rabastan Lestrange, did you sneak a dirty book into this fine establishment? I never took you as the type to read erotic novels. Then again... it is always the quiet ones."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"Of course you do," She said with a smirk, "Sure its not going to help at all. I mean, what can luck do when there’s no-" She looked over him before continuing, "talent. But if it gives you peace of mind, sure, why not?”
He cocked his head to the side before responding. "You sound so very sure of yourself, McKinnon. Don't fret though, love," he looked her over in return, "there'll be a nice spot on my lap at the Slytherin victory party. I'm sure they'll let you in after your humiliating defeat."
Great Hall || 1-3-77
"Not really but you can’t exactly fault someone for wanting to cheer you on, can you?"
"You're a Hufflepuff, of course you can't. I can fault them if I'd like to, and really hearing the same repetitive message over and over again is just... annoying."
As he tried to read, Rabastan couldn’t help but to notice the other beside him. Not that he didn’t enjoy the company— that was false seeing as he probably didn’t— but they were interrupting his personal study time. “Is this really what you do in your freetime?”
Alaric was just about to toss a crumpled up piece of paper that was formerly his charms essay at the side of Rabastan's head when he was addressed. "What do you expect me to do? Work?" he asked, but not before tossing the crumpled ball of parchment in the general direction of Rabastan's head anyway. "This is so much more fun."