❝ Radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it just requires that you be kind. Viciously. vengefully. you fight back. ❞
· · · · ⊰ alice louise fortescue ⊱
7th. slytherin. future auror.
“minister. hm.” kingsley gave an almost amused snort, putting down the copy of the daily prophet he’d been handed with his coffee and danish and betraying little of the bewilderment he felt. he felt almost guilty for the disappearance of his future self, someone people seemed to need very badly right now. in any case, he was decidedly not the minister, now, but he still wanted to do what he could to help, and he assumed that started with informing the ministry that while their kingsley shacklebolt was missing in action, he was here and ready to be of use. future or not, there was still a war to be fought, apparently. “i hope they’ll at least let me back into the auror corps, at least.” he murmurmed, mostly to himself.
“Kingsley, I’m so happy you’re Minister in the future,” Alice was, she was deeply happy, and it showed on her face as it practically radiated pure joy. There were some good things about their future and though she had read too much and knew too much, she had to bask in all the good she had learned. She had to. “If they don’t let you back I’ll storm in there with you. I would’ve said they could answer to my da, but, he’s not around at this point in time. Weirdly.” It made her wonder what she was going to do now, how she was going to work towards becoming an Auror in this timeline if she even could. “This is such a MESS, are you alright? How are you doing?”
frank slammed the paper back down on the table, his eyes immediately searching the faces of the students surrounding him as if to scream ARE YOU READING THIS? how the hell did this happen? one minute he’s eating dinner and falling asleep in the blissful 1970′s and the next he’s thrust into the fast-moving world of 2024. and not even the MINISTRY knows what’s going on? and not just that, but people are m i s s i n g. the article talks of voldemort as though he’s long been defeated – is that good? but he might be BACK. frank’s head was spinning, all the words from the announcement falling together until nothing makes sense anymore. he feels like he can’t BREATH. this is real. this is 2024. this is happening. ❝ merlin’s FUCK, ❞ he shouted, no longer caring for the students who all turned their heads to see what the commotion was about. ❝ FUCK. how is this HAPPENING? ❞
Even if Frank Longbottom was sometimes a thorn in her side, Alice never wanted to see him upset. Seeing him blow up, just practically lose it, she couldn’t help but be immediately concerned. “Frank,” Alice started softly, moving over to where he’d been sitting, a hand hovering over his own before she decide to just place it on top of his -- a COMFORTING notion. “I think you might be scaring the little ones more than they’re already scared. D’you want to take a walk? Slamming things, though momentarily helpful, isn’t helpful in the long run. If you’d really like to punch some things I’m sure we could find some pillows or dummies for you to punch but c’mon, I think you might need some air.” Though, she couldn’t blame him for his outburst, not in the slightest, she couldn’t blame him for being scared, angry, confused & then angry again. Especially when the Ministry didn’t have a grip on the situation. “It’s going to be alright.” Though, she said those words, she wasn’t sure she believed them -- not completely.
Part of Luna’s weekend routine — for as far as it existed — was going out on a hike with her sketchbook under her arm. The grounds were a source of inspiration ( as well as peace ) and she craved that every second she was inside Hogwarts. With art supplies in her bag, pieces of paper in her hand and a broad smile that radiated peacefulness on her face, Luna moved over the grounds, the grass tickling her bare feet – her shoes were tied to her bag; she preferred walking barefooted when outside. And then, a person running ( she had never been good at running herself; while Luna’s mind moved fast, she preferred to move more calmly ) in her direction. Or maybe, just running in any direction, but as she moved closer, she recognised her. At least, she thought so — Luna wasn’t too sure these days — and found herself intrigued. She walked in the girls direction, curiosity now painting her face, and when she reached her, she asked, “Who are you? I think I know you, but these days, I’m not always sure.”
@fortescew
Do the routine, she thought, the routine will keep you on track. It didn’t matter that Alice had missed a few days, it didn’t matter that she’d pushed herself harder this morning hoping the exhaustion coupled with every other happening would help her wrap her mind around everything. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t reach her father or find comfort in his guidance -- all that mattered was that Alice stuck to this routine that felt like NORMALCY. That Pandora was safe & that she would be physically and mentally prepared for anything that would and could happen. How odd was it for her to crave normalcy, especially when she danced & loved oddities with all her heart, when she believed in them too. Still, as she ran, she didn’t notice the girl she almost ran into, that she almost collided with just as every era had collided into each other. The girl who reminded her of her own sister just by a few words -- oddly enough. “You and me both.” Alice had to admire her blunt nature, stopping for a few breaths trying to find it as running had knocked it all out of her. “Alice, Alice Fortescue, and you are? Also, I’m not saying I mind meeting you like this but you may want to work on your social skills. Some people wouldn’t take kindly to you interrupting whatever they’re doing. I don’t mind but just a tip.”
Look, another character? Another character. It’s Jinx again with Alice Fortescue.
LILY JAMES? No, that’s actually ALICE FORTESCUE from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of GERVAIS and LUCILLE FORTESCUE? About to begin SEVENTH YEAR, this SLYTHERIN student is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE identifies as a FEMME/NB and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be ESCAPIST, HYPERCRITICAL, and COMPARTMENTALIZES but also RESOURCEFUL, AMBITIOUS, and OPEN-MINDED.
TW: miscarriage, stillborn birth, drugs, death
aspiring auror. daughter. sister. droobles blowing gum champion. strawberry bubblegum ice cream queen. martial artist. lover of herbology, divination, and popcorn. dueling & herbology club as well as frog choir. collector of sunglasses, records, jewelry, happy memories & silly beliefs.
Childhood started off as a dream for Alice. Being close with both of her parents, and spending most of her time learning trades from them, she felt like she floating on cloud nine. Having a little sister like Pandora made Alice even happier than she could ever imagine. Growing up in Galway with all the life around them, the world was theirs. The girl was so effervescent, that people were drawn to her light, to her kindness, to her free-spirited nature. Alice had always been particularly close with her dad who brought back souvenirs from his missions as an Auror, and the world around her, the unknown was something she wanted to discover. When her was dad away on missions, her mom would instill these ideals in her on how to be a kid, lifeskills, just fun things about magic, playing in the garden, things for the soul. When her dad came back her mom stepped back while he taught Alice how to do martial arts, how to hold a wand properly, how to wand formations, about history, everything she could know. What her father did though, Alice started asking question after question until she was absolutely convinced that being an Auror was now her calling as well – all at the age of five. Alice was a naturally kind child, and the reason she was so drawn to the profession of being an Auror is because it was driving some sort of darkness away. It wasn’t just her who wanted that goal either because other people wanted to be Aurors as well – she was part of something bigger than herself.
Alice wasn’t alone in thinking her dreams were wonderful and that’s what made her parent’s relationship beautiful, how they balanced each other out, wanted the same things even if they were different. Alice is still pureblood and from a wealthy family, she still had privilege, even if she is a known blood traitor but she valued this concept greatly. Everyone in her family did. Together they were this perfect, balanced family unit up until the age of nine until everything fell apart. At age eight, when her mother announced she was pregnant, Alice was over the moon, until something went wrong. When her little brother was born, he was a stillborn, and it devastated both of her parents. While her father was able to move on from the loss, her mother withdrew from her daughters & husband, staying in her room, and separating herself from them. Alice tried everything she did to help, to get through to her mother, but there was nothing she could do. Alice knew they had to move forward, that she couldn’t be like her mother, and had to be there for her younger sister to continue on.
After her mom’s stillborn child is when Alice really had to learn to have the emotional & mental capacity to learn to take care of herself, to deal with her emotions, and soon she felt obliged to take care of her mom. Alice & Pandora were their surviving children, who were spoiled rotten, and never had to go through anything relatively traumatic until there was this one gigantic thing where it was either – they soothed themselves or they fell apart. Alice would not fall apart, so she internalized it all and felt like she had to shoulder all of the burden of balancing out the household when her dad decided to go on more missions while her mom withdrew for those two years ( and for many years after ) before she went to Hogwarts. It still was never perfect but it was the best a 10 year old could do, and really, it wasn’t what a ten year old should’ve been doing at all. For both her and her sister, Florean’s became an escape and a safe haven. When her dad was there, it was like walking on eggshells, which is why there was so much time spent outside the house, but Alice got a break. A well deserved break where she was allowed to focus on herself, where she forced herself to, almost as if she was recharging her battery. When it was just Alice, Pandora and they mom, she paid almost all the attention she could feeling the pressure pile on top of her, while still furthering her own goals as an escape. Soon, Alice became an escapist, literally in some senses, to survive living there – something that has lasted well throughout her teen years. Before, when Alice’s goals and dreams were often talked about in passing as just a common topic, were now taboo. She had to force her dreams inward, she had to keep going and motivate herself when it was just her, Pandora and her mother. Her sister was her guiding light, a reason she stayed so anchored & so balanced. A reason she kept moving forward. Her ambition, her wanting to become an Auror anchors her, and while she doesn’t know if she can always depend on herself – Alice always knows she can depend on being an Auror. Just as Doctors can depend on the fact that there will always be sick people, Alice can depend on the fact that people die, people change, there’s always a Dark Wizard lurking around every corner & that the war is tearing apart people’s lives every day – it’s the ugly truth.
When she got to Hogwarts, there was a part of her that was surprised that she was put into Slytherin. Even if Alice did fit into the house like a glove, knew that her ambition to be an Auror was probably the reason she was placed in it the first place, the other houses like Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw appealed to her. The first year away from her sister, Alice wrote her almost ever day and cried weekly when she was away from her sister worried that she’d feel the same burden of living with their mom that she did. Worried that Pandora would need more help than she could get ( though, Pandora was PERFECTLY functional & on top of things, it was all anxiety that consumed Alice ). She found herself spending more and more time with Ravenclaws & Hufflepuffs, which cultivated more of an open-mind, and while she did well in school, Alice often daydreamed quite a lot. On occasion even used recreational drugs like pot ( & LSD ), because she just had to experience everything – the world was so big, so vast, and although there were some parts – mainly the blood prejudice she witnessed – that were ugly, the rest was so fantastic.
RANDOM BULLET POINTS:
Is a dog person over a cat person, literally loves dogs so much and has been trying to get Hogwarts to let her dog in.
love pandora with all her heart tbh if you want to make her angry mention her sister rudely and you’ll be WRECKEDT
Is very short and tiny but can kick your ass EASILY. trained in martial arts and has a very strict exercise regime that she follows everyday!!
has a cute irish accent but speaks french w/o it, the only time you’d really think she’s french
can sing but isn’t AMAZING but loves singing and dancing, her and pandora TURN UP IN GALWAY
speaking of singing this is a very alice song that she would sing also how i could see her voice
doesn’t talk about her problems, if you can get her to talk about her problems you’re doing more than I even can. She’s very much due to fall apart any minute now or just have a good cry but she’s compartmentalized so much so GOOD LUCK.
Sees the good in people because she believes that a lot of people can be better than they actually are being, especially in her house. Will often challenge people gently around her.
Also likes to fuck w/ people who are blood prejudice by being extremely calm w/ them. Unless you threaten her friends/call them slurs. More often then not Alice will just calmly fight the bigoted logic and has to really REALLY try hard not to punch them in the face
( has probably punched one of them in the face )
Is very into physical platonic affection!!!!
Dyes her hair different colors and is ETERNALLY unhappy with her hair. She’s always fussing around with it, always changing it and doesn’t know what to do with it. Alice’s natural hair color is a really dusty blonde, I’d even say a dirty blonde. She really loves to experiment with it though, so she’ll cut it and dye it all sorts of colors - from neon green to brown. From a pixie cut down below her waist. Anything and everything. Sometimes, in an attempt to just get out of her own head and escape for a bit, cutting & coloring her hair is fun and gives her some of a respite. She knows it’s just hair and it’ll easily grow back with a hair potion and just does it as a way to cope with not feeling completely comfortable in her appearance. She also does ridiculous makeup, sometimes adorning very shimmery glitter all across her eyelids and wearing funky socks that don’t always match her uniform. Sometimes she prefers to wear pants instead of a skirt, and puts pins of all sorts up and down her tie. Alice also owns an extensive sunglasses collection that she tries to wear on weekends or just times when she’s outside & the sun is out. In more modern times or times where she’d have access to more knowledge about the LGBT/queer community, she’d identify as non-binary but at the moment she’s very in the dark and just believes it to be her being very self conscious. I could see if she was introduced to this knowledge and educated, she’d be able to self identify as she’s already aware that she’s not straight at all, but until then she’s sort of in the dark. It would be a lovely thing to see though as the RP progresses if someone could educate her or point her in the right direction!
Is very underestimated I imagine?? And definitely lets her own skill speak for itself ( unless you piss her off she’ll occasionally talk a big game lmfao ), but until the second half of this year was much more free spirited and now is very much stressed and just much more serious.
That’s all I can think of rn but YEAH thanks for reading ur the real MVP
[ sent - 1:32pm ]: are ya thinking of me?[ sent - 1:33pm ]: i bet you are[ sent - 1:33pm ]: well, you are now[ sent - 1:33pm ]: ok no i’m sorry that was dumb[ sent - 1:34pm ]: listen, i’ve been thinking, 100% serious… when am i gunna get that date? i’d really love to see more of you. d’you like butterbeer? i’ll take ya to the three broomsticks. let me know when ur free. thx
what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone !
hannah cabana
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone !
what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone !
copacabana – barry manilow
my muse’s last text to your muse !
[ sent - 4:54pm ]: ok but like… do u call me dad??[ sent - 4:55pm ]: like… in the future. [ sent - 4:55pm ]: or the past?? bc 1996 is past to 2024????[ sent - 4:56pm ]: anyway this is just a formal announcement to let u know to not call me dad, pls call me frank, ok thx
