She stopped in her tracts towards the exclamation. “Excuse me?” Prudence questioned, not entirely sure where that statement had been directed at. But he healed his wand out and she raised her hands in a defensive and protective manner but then she took a good look at his puzzled expression and realized something.“I suggest you might keep your wand down, there isn’t a threat around and you’re attracting unwanted attention.“
Justin tried to pretend like things were normal and that he was safe. However, he knew the truth. He knew he was different the first year he went to Hogwarts. People had looked at him diferently because he’d been from muggle family. And that idea became concrete in his mind after second year. Justin knew there was no way to tell the difference between a pureblood and a muggleborn by just looking at them. So why did he feel like he had a target on his back? “No, but you can never be too cautious in times like these.”Â
He felt Justin tense under his arm, but Ernie wrote that off as surprise quickly. If he let his mind dwell on it, he would start to think about the implications of the conflict that had been building this past years for his friend and others like him. Ernie wasn’t sure how to approach that, not even remotely, and as much as he hoped his friend would be okay throughout whatever came next, Ernie couldn’t dwell on it. “Oh, you got some of that paper money the Muggles use, right? I like the colors,” he said absently. “I’m doing well, though honestly I’m starting to get a bit restless, this is the first time all summer my parents have let me out of the house.” Ernie laughed a bit, taking a moment to enjoy the happy accident of running into this friend. “Anything going on after Gringotts? Maybe we can hang,” he suggested hopefully.
He’d been trying to stay calm about the state of their world, but the more that he thought about things, the worse things seemed to get. Justin could feel the tension in the air. It helped being around people that he knew, people that he could vent to and understood. There just weren’t many people he could do that. Hermione was the only other muggleborn he knew. And he wasn’t that close with her. “It’s not all paper,” Justin said, shrugging. “They use coin too.” Sometimes it felt weird talking about muggles as if he wasn’t one. He didn’t feel like he belonged in either world right now. Too magical to be a muggle, too muggle to be a wizard; he was in an endless loop of feeling like an outcast. Justin’s mother could tell something was going on, though she hadn’t been sure what. He wanted to stay in the house for most of the summer, unless there was something he could get done that wasn’t too dangerous. “Yeah, I know that feeling. I hate feeling trapped.” Justin smiled and nodded. “Wanna come with? The goblins freak me out,” his tone was hopeful.Â
Ernie had been enjoying a warm day out in Diagon Alley, and the brief reprieve from his parents after spending the last few weeks almost trapped in his own home. He hadn’t seen much of anyone since Hogwarts let out for the year, and it wasn’t that different than the last few summers. A part of him had been hopeful that since he was of age now that his parents might loosen up enough to give him a bit more freedom, but he knew that with the conflict growing larger each day it was only a matter of time before their tightened their grip on him. It was from this line of thought that Ernie was startled out of by the person in front of him drawing their wand at….a bird? A closer look brought a grin to Ernie’s face as he recognized his housemate. Quickening his step to catch up, he threw an arm around the other boy’s shoulders. “Justin!” he greeted, his voice bright, “How are you, mate? How’s your summer going?”
Things were calm now, but Justin had no idea how long that would be. Half-bloods and purebloods didn’t have as much to worry about. He did. He couldn’t walk around like they could without it being dangerous. But that didn’t mean he didn’t do that anyway. He didn’t flaunt as much as he used to, though he didn’t stop doing what he needed just because there was a bit of danger involved. He was a little jumpy as he walked through Diagon Alley. That was to be expected. He was ready to defend himself at any second if he needed to. Justin calmed down after the bird flew off, hoping that it hadn’t drawn much attention and that people didn’t look at him like he was an idiot. The arm around him, made him tense up for a second, then he saw it was just Ernie. It had been a while since they’d seen each other. “Things are going great.” He responded with a smile. “Just here to, erm, exhange money.” He glanced at his friend again. “How are you?”Â
Merlin’s beard, what is ( JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY ) doing out at this hour? For a ( MUGGLEBORN ) who is ( 16 ) years old, ( HE ) really ought to know better. You know, I hear that they’re aligned with ( THE D.A. ), but that could be just a rumor. I do know that they’re ( A TRANS MAN ) and a ( HUFFLEPUFF ) student though. They’re very ( ADAPTABLE ) and ( FRIENDLY ) but also quite ( EASILY LED ) and ( TALKATIVE ), which could be why they remind of ( STAYING UP LATE TO FINISH HOMEWORK DUE THE NEXT DAY, PAYING OTHER STUDENTS TO FIDDLE WITH MUGGLE ELECTRONICS IN ORDER TO GET THEM WORKING AT HOGWARTS, TRADING CHOCOLATE FROG CARDS & SENDING LOCKHART’S HOME TO HIS MOTHER ). Some people say they’re the spitting image of ( ELLIOT FLETCHER ), but I’ve never heard of them.Â
biography:Â
justin was born to a wealthy family, the youngest of three children. for the most part, his family was too busy. justin was significantly younger than his siblings. his older brother, eight years older and sister almost twelve.Â
growing up, justin’s parents didn’t pay too much attention to them. they were often busy, though his mother would drop whatever she was doing if justin needed her for something. his father mainly stayed in his office or was out of the country.Â
despite there being a few times where some completely bizzare things would happen, justin’s childhood was relatively normal. he had friends in the private school his parents sent him to. the family would take grand trips out of the country during the summer, which was always fun for him.
justin’s father had grand plans for justin, sending him off to a prestigious boarding school when he got older, like his older siblings. and for the most part, he was happy to follow with what his father wanted, even if something didn’t seem exactly right.Â
when he turned 11, an unusual visitor appeared at their door, claiming that justin was a wizard. it explained all the weird stuff that seemed to happen to them, but his mother wasn’t convinced.Â
justin cautiously went to diagon alley by himself, not sure of what to make everything. he looked through books, trying to find something that might help convince his mother to let him go to another school. and he did, finding lockhart’s books. with that, it was enough to convince his family to let him go.
he was sorted into hufflepuff, which wasn’t a surprise to him. he’d never been particuarly brave, smart, or cunning, fitting in more with a house that admired hardwork and loyalty among everything else.
it took some time getting used to the school however and justin wasn’t a stranger to how people looked at him for his muggle blood. he never minded because it just made him more hard working.Â
he realized he was trans in his third year, which was already a struggle after his second year at hogwarts. he figured life was life and that was it. justin started transitioning during his fourth year at hogwarts, using muggle means.Â
when fifth year came around, justin started seriously thinking about what was going on in the wizarding world. now that he could sit down and think about it. he hated not being able to learn any defensive spells in dada, so the second he could he joined da and started practicing.Â
he’s spent his summer anxiously waiting for his 17th birthday in august.Â
personality:Â
he’s really talkative. like seriously talkative. once he stops, he’ll keep going until someone gets annoyed.Â
justin’s always been a go with the flow sort of person. whatever is easiest in whatever situation.Â
he can be friendly to those that are friendly to him, but can be distant and kind of a jerk when he thinks specific things about a person.
he often makes hasty decisions that can end up turning south pretty quicky.
first impressions go a long way with justin. he can easily dislike someone based off something someone else said.
Luna is – in her nature – a curious being, a researcher, someone who wants answers and accept any and all of them. The world is a mystery, filled with more mysteries to be questioned. It’s a lucky thing that she’s not afraid of asking those questions. As she looks upon the face in front of her, she assesses its features before, bluntly and matter-of-factly saying: “You look different.” And with that, her gaze drifts off for a moment, returning after a beat or three, asking for an explanation.
Inquisitive would not be how most would describe Justin. He tended to look at things from a look shallow perspective because thinking about life too deeply often resulted in more of a headache than it was worth. There were curious people however, and he never minded answering the questions that people asked him. Luna looked as she always did. “Change is inevitable,” he laughed. “Grew out my hair a bit.” Last time they spoke, it had been much shorter. “You look the same. How are you doing?” He was trying to keep the conversation light and casual.Â
He wasn’t unaware of the tension in the wizarding world—you’d have to be completely oblivious to miss it—but Justin didn’t want to act scared. Even his mother had noticed the wary looks on his face when he tried to hide the Daily Prophet’s stories from her. He only scanned it for information and hadn’t yet bothered to cancel it. There was still a year of school left, and that’s what he was trying to remain focused on. Preparation for the next school year—and whatever else the D.A. needed him to do during the school year. But he tried to keep the worry off his face and the target on his back as small as possible. Justin carefully walked through the streets, careful not to draw attention to himself, a feat he could barely manage half the time. He needed to exchange money though, so he could get a few supplies he wanted to stock up on before they were sold out. Gringotts was hardly Justin’s favorite place to go; he was practically begging for a distraction as he walked towards the bank, when he saw something out of the corner of his eye moving in his direction. Before he could even think, he drew his wand—then realized it was just a bird. “Merlin, get a grip.” Not the distraction he wanted.Â
