âYe sound like a wee barra everytime ye get caught. Haud the whinging and use your head next time for the love.âÂ
ââŚ..you got caught by a wizard, right?âÂ
â i did use my head! doors burn the best of all wood objects. then roxâs melon of an uncle has a look round, sees iâm borrowing his door as though itâs pure terrorism. got in an unnecessary row over a bit of wood, so dramatic. â
   âlisten, mate. you know i always try my best to comprehend what youâre saying â and not to pat myself on the back, but i think i usually do a pretty great job. like now. you had me all the way up to, uh, âshagginâ ninesâ. definitely caught lasagne at the end though.â
â ye do and i appreciate that, bruv. shagginâ nines, ye know, like near fitties but theyâve got to be a bit funny lookinâ to be interesting, yeah? anyways, thatâs not important. whatâs important is that iâve missed the portkey to the bonfire and iâll never forgive your uncle for it. weâre enemies now. â
âplease tell me you actually stole someoneâs door for a bonfire. thatâd be the best thing iâve heard all day, and iâve heard some pretty wild things so far. also, nines? why are your standards so low? i never go below ten, personally.â
â â stole â is a harsh wordâ i â borrowed â it. as though the wee git isnât a fuckinâ wizard and can conjure up fifty different doors if he fucking pleased. iâve only ever seen one ten in my life, parkinson; am noâ a liar. â
âoi, donât shit on lasagnas. whatâd they ever do to ya? BESIDES, you can snort lines, shag nines and bake lasagnas â theyâre not mutually exclusive activities, ya know. open your mind ân heart, and a world of opportunities will arise.â they paused for a second, before laughing. âa fucking door, by the way? brilliant.â
â all three? am noâ martha stewart, mate. heavy annoying having to explain how stupid it is to get mad iâm borrowing the door when weâve got a magic fucking wand to wave around and make a new one. the wood on this oneâs all rotted anyway, ye fucking decrepit, âas being nice taking it off yer hands. â
Pennyâs eyebrows rose higher and higher the longer he talked, part amusement and part confusion as she tried to keep up with him. âI mean, I think itâs part of the deal that adults just donât always understand why we do the things we do, but â you didnât actually bring a door to a bonfire, did you? Thatâs dedication.âÂ
â fully intended to but never made it to the blasted portkey âcos i was getting blethered at by a knob. i say we have a bonfire once term starts and make it a BYODâ bring yer own door. â
âEVERYTHING you do is mindless, you fucking dumbass. My aunt and uncle are going to bloody tear you a new one when they come home to find their door missing. Fuck, you made sure Toto wasnât able to just run outside, right? Because if he got out, youâre about to have much bigger problems than the DMLE. Lilyâs going to try tossing you into a bonfire â and I wouldnât call that white boy you shagged a nine, by the way. At best, heâs a SIX.â
â no need to worry about that, love, your specky uncle had a fit when he saw me carrying it. i says, â whatâs the prob, potty? ye got a wand, havenât ye? make another! â and heâs pure foaming at the mouth goinâ oan about how itâs theft. i think your auntâs got the dog, only reason she didnât attempt my life. ye donât get a say in my taste in men when ye havenât got any. now, are ye done being a pish excuse for a best mate insulting me? weâve got a party to get to. itâs in romania. â
â iâm pretty sure your definition of vandalism is rather misguided. how would YOU feel if some git came along and took your door off its hinges, thus invading your privacy? â she challenged with an arched brow and impassive expression. â you have to be somewhat mindless if you thought youâd get away with here, i mean honestly. â
â iâd point my wand at the space and make another âcos iâm a fucking wizard, ye reprobate. are you done having a go at me over a bit of wood, weirdo? i didnât chop down a fucking forest. â
â Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting. âÂ
Gordon McPhearson, Dylan Minnette, Sixteen, Incoming Sixth Year, Slytherin, Cis-male, Muggleborn, He/Him [ El, Twenty-two, EST, She/her ] * ( ABUSE TW, PHYSICAL ABUSE TW, DEATH TW )
character parallels: james cook (skins), nathan young (misfits), mickey milkovich (shameless), dj pauly d (jersey shore), ethan craft (lizzie mcguire), richie tozier (IT), dylan maxwell (american vandal),
zodiac: capricorn ( december 29th )
aesthetic: this fucking video of the exact moment 11 year old gordon met harry potter at kingâs cross station
âroxanne thinks heâs a dumbass and sheâs right!â - sarah
muggleborn. middle child, the only one who displayed magical abilities after he began turning water into chocolate milk as a toddler and his parents thought he was the second coming of christ. but, as muggles and adults do best, they simply regarded these instances as either they or gordon himself replacing the water with chocolate milk and went on with their oblivious existences, ignoring the signs that persisted throughout his childhood such as:
creating ( warm! ) slippers out of baltic sand when playing by the sea
burped bubbles
created a slave population of the village cats
it wasnât until his eleventh birthday that an oddly dressed person arrived on his doorstep after his party to explain that gordon was a wizard and, come september, would be attending hogwarts that everything made sense
he was always vivacious and full of life to the point of being a lil terror; charismatic, loyal, and ambitious to fault, and always found himself getting detention at school for one reason or another ( mostly being the fact that the kid literally cannot shut his fucking mouth nor can he be anything but brutally honest. he doesnât even consider himself brutally honest because thatâs just how his entire family speaks to each other and if he offends you... well.... â have u tried not being a bitch :/? â )
gordonâs older sister is five years older than him. his brother is seven years younger. since his sister, fiona, is sixteen, sheâs out of the house more often than not and itâs up to gordon to take care of his brother, cameron ( arguably his favorite person in the entire universe )
( DEATH TW ) it happens january fifth. gordonâs meant to be looking after cam as he plays outside in the snow. it snowed a lot, rained a lot, the roads were more of a slip and slide than anything else, and the village was under a state of emergency ( aka, stay off the roads for a bit, enjoy some days off school and work xx ). they live on a winding road. gordon wasnât looking, preoccupied with building a snowman. didnât turn to look until he heard tires screeching and witnessed a salt truck hit his brother, who had at some point wandered into the road right at the blind curve.Â
there wasnât anything gordon couldâve done to stop it. he was eleven. but as far as he and his parents were concerned, there was. heâs magical, isnât he? he can do things, heâs going off to study at a magic school. theyâve all seen him move things around before. why didnât he just magic cameron out of the way? he couldâve done something. he didnât do anything. his fault. his fault. his fault. my fault. my fault. myfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultâ ( END DEATH TW )
the mcphearson family changed forever following that. living in that house was like living in a minefield. ( ABUSE AND PHYSICAL ABUSE TW ) anything could set thomas and margaret mcphearson off. thomas chose a hands on method. breathing in the wrong direction could earn gordon physical abuse, but that was nothing compared to a) the anniversary of the accident b) cameronâs birthday c) just having a bad day/too much drink and taking his anger out on gordon. his mother, however, utilized venomous words, gaslighting, manipulationâ her weapons against her remaining son. she effectively crumbled his fucking psyche. ( END ABUSE & PHYSICAL ABUSE TW )
at first, his sister, a boarding school student as is, avoided the family all together, but in the years following the accident grew more protective of gordon and would try and defend him, but she was rarely home and soon went to university all the way in london. he had no one.Â
gordon found his own way to kings cross. picture it tho a chubby 11 year old with an attitude problem traveling from douglas, scotland to london, england ready to snark at anyone who questions it
( including harry potter... who gordon had no idea of since heâs. u know. muggleborn )
so what about now? heâs a:
chaos demon
big fan of the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truthÂ
such a fucking hoe! i love i t
is a dork, mclovin :/
will literally cause chaos JUST BECAUSEÂ
thinks being a gryffindor is the same thing as having a terminal illness
comes off very hostile and gets defensive very easily; definition of someone who can dish it out but canât take it
hasnât spoken of his family Once to a single person
( PHYSICAL ABUSE & ABUSE TW ) not uncommon for him to come back from winter holiday/summer break looking a little rough and moody
that is. all i can think of atm . this late as hell sry. alkshgkalg but yeah open 2 plots !! hello !
Send âââ for a MORNING text.
Send âââ for a text that WASNâT SENT.
Send âââ for a RUSHED text.
Send âââ for a DRUNK text.
Send ââżâ for a SUGGESTIVE text.
Send âøâ for a LATE NIGHT text.
Send âââ for a HATEFUL text.
Send â#â for a RANDOM text.
Send â@â for a SCARED text.
Send â&â for a LOVING text.
Send â%â for a CURIOUS text.
Send âăâ for an EXCITED text.
Send â$â for an ACCIDENTAL text.
Send âââ for a HEARTBREAKING text.
â the olds get so jel when i do anything fun. took a door for a bonfire, never had a problem in the highlands, yeah, but suddenly iâm instigating â pure, mindless vandalism. â first off, N O T H I N â i do is ever mindless and second off, itâs not my fault iâm out snortinâ lines and shagginâ nines and you have to pish off home to bake a lasagne. â