there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him. i say, "stay in there, i'm not going to let anybody see you." there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but i pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but i'm too clever. i only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. i say, "i know that you're there, so don't be sad." then i put him back, but he's singing a little in there. i haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but i don't weep.
basics.
name: georgette marie macmillan. pronunciation: j-or-je-ett. mac-mill-an. meaning: georgette: french and latin meaning farmer. marie: star of the sea. birthday: august 30th. virgo. age: twenty-three. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: meh. siblings: lane macmillan. parents: ethan macmillan. hailey macmillan nèe baker. other family: fabian prewett (cousin). gideon prewett (cousin). molly weasley nèe prewett (cousin). languages: english. current residence: london. born: london.
wizard fun.
hogwarts house: slytherin. year of graduation: 1977. affiliation: neutral. occupation: archaeologist at the london museum of wizarding history. pet: a raggedy, orange feral cat she took in off the streets named sam. blood status: half-blood. species: human. witch. patronus: heron. boggart: pounding on a locked door. amortentia scent: leather. spearmint chewing gum. dark chocolate. bonfire.
wand type: length: 11" flexibility: slightly flexible. wood: larch. core: dragon heartstring.
appearance.
height: 5'8" hair color: dark brown. pink on occasion. eye color: hazel. hair style: straightened and messy. fashion style: grunge girl. black doc martens. black and dark colored clothing often with rips and tears.
personality.
positive traits: + hardworking. + practical. + clever. negative traits: - overly critical. - prideful. - resentful.
theme song.
therefore i am. billie eilish. spotify to come.
quick facts.
silently wishes she could’ve been a big sister to lane but didn’t know how. she still doesn’t.
began an accommodating relationship with her parents though still not particularly close.
doesn’t show soft emotions.
highly intelligent, taking extra classes in and after graduating from hogwarts.
her profession, archaeology at the london museum of wizarding history, is where georgette feels most at home.
doesn’t care about the war and fights to ignore it but could eventually be swayed at some point.
headcanons.
to come.
bio.
though they were thrilled to finally have their first child, the excited parents soon discovered that georgette marie would be more of a challenge than they had expected. they loved her, of course. she was a pride and joy but they didn’t know what to do with her outbursts, her hours-long crying sessions and extensive temper tantrums. they were exhausted by what to do. her father had read somewhere that sometimes children just need to be left to cry until they were finished. they tried putting georgette in her bedroom and closing the door, escaping to another room but they could still hear her, being wracked with guilt. they couldn’t connect with her through play or books. they tried anything and everything recommended but georgette had a headstrong, stubborn and independent personality from the start. some would say she had problem child written on her forehead.
only two years after georgette’s birth was lane’s whose cries were different from georgette’s; they were recognized in a very different way. two year old georgette saw lane get attention. even though the pair’s parents tried to connect with her in similar ways, georgette suddenly wanted their attention. she didn’t know how to get positive attention, so she made messes, screamed at the top of her lungs, anything to be seen by her parents but it hardly worked. those days had long gone.
eventually lane’s paranoia and streaming tears lost their hold on their parents. it would have been a great time for georgette to step up as a big sister but she didn’t. she could have shown lane that, although she resented her from day one, deep down she did want to be that big sister but didn’t know how. instead, she steered away, maintaining her bad girl, problem child face. georgette felt like the fuck up and lane the good child, despite her unwarranted paranoia that lost their parents’ attention after only so long. georgette's skewed point of view soured any real relationship she and lane could have had. the pair didn’t have a chance. georgette didn’t dare give it the chance to fail – or thrive.
as georgette got older, she held on fast to being different and what that meant for her. she finally made no noise in the house. the words that did come out of her mouth were constant reminders that she didn’t want or need her family. they weren’t bad people. her parents tried. they really did try. however, georgette felt an indelible mark on her psyche. it was easier to distance herself than continuing to try and being disappointed.
though her early childhood was “purposely lonely”, georgette was good at lying to herself. maybe she didn’t feel she needed her family, but she longed to have someone – anyone – understand her. she held on to that desire upon going to hogwarts. when she was sorted into slytherin she proudly walked to the green and silver clad group with her head held high. she knew she would have a chance with like-minded, ambitious and knowingly judgmental students. in the beginning georgette's attitude did one of two things: brought people toward her or put them off. either way her wish was granted: she had a circle of friends. she had experiences and late night conversations. she had people to back her up when she ever needed it and she did the same. she finally found that relationships were possible – and there was nothing like it. this revelation made georgette feel both anger and sadness about the state of her family, but she pushed it down, focusing on classes and friends.
georgette’s ambition was largely demonstrated through her classes. she soaked it up like an unusually large sponge. she intensely watched her professors speak as she put quill to paper. anyone else would have difficulty with the pages in her notebook but it was perfect for her. classes were a life blood that didn’t disappoint. when asked what her favorite subject was georgette couldn’t answer. she legitimately was in love with learning. having all that knowledge made her feel invincible and, well, smarter and more formidable than those around her.
however, georgette saw her friends getting owls and treats and even howlers from home – tokens of some sort of care – while she received nothing. the idea of having family in her life became a thought that hung around. she refused to jump in feet first. she learned from watching her friends and wrote a letter home with a pit in her stomach. it was nothing fancy, just an update on her exceedingly high grades, something her parents began to dote upon. small exchanges began but neither party approached anything of true depth which georgette was perfectly fine with. but lane. the forever young girl was so scared of everything. georgette would see her in the halls, cheeks flushed from tears. georgette didn’t have the tools to handle her sister, nor did she want to get caught up in trying to fix things for her. luckily houses separated them. year separated them so they had no classes together. georgette would glance at the gryffindor table to see her younger sister but nothing more.
as her hogwarts graduation approached georgette found herself wanting more of an education; she wasn’t ready to leave the books and quills behind. her studies were she and her parents’ bond. they didn’t want to lose georgette again and since she would no longer be at hogwarts sending them updates on her grades and what she was learning, they were scared they would never see her again. when she mentioned wishing she could stay in school they graciously endorsed and paid for her next journey. georgette didn’t know how to handle the grateful, positive emotions. she actually, properly hugged them for the first time.
among others georgette took specialty classes in history, artifacts, areas they came from and how to care for them. it was something no one expected but the more mud she had on her hands the more she soared. this led her to the london museum of wizarding history. being there put a smile on georgette’s face as she walked through each room. she met euphemia abernathy, or effie. the curator was easy to talk to and when offering a job as an archaeologist, georgette jumped fast. it felt like home.
she tried not to pay much attention to the news around town despite her death eater friends unable to keep their mouths shut. to georgette the war was a war. they happened. so what if she picked a side? she wouldn’t make a difference to one side or the other. instead, she got her hands dirty searching for historical gems.
