━ ━ remus sat by the lake, t h a n k f u l the weather was DECENT enough to sit outside, trying to make notes of material they would only get to in class in a few weeks time ( it NEVER hurt to be ahead, especially close to the full moon ). too caught up in his reading, it took him a short moment to realise that someone spoke to him. “ sorry, what did you say ? ” he asked with a slight tilt of his head.
Aside from the pitch and kitchens, the lake had become one of Astrid's favorite places within the castle, a place reminiscent of some of her fondest childhood memories. The cold breeze against her skin, hands burrowed deep in the pocket of her robe as her gaze veered up to the beautiful autumn sky, only just then realizing someone else was sat at the lake. " I hadn't gotten around to saying anything just yet, just can never quite get enough of this lake."
Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cats the only cat who knows where its at
Tell me, everybody’s picking up on that feline beat
Cause everything else is obsolete
Ted wondered to himself why it was Hogwarts was built to be so damned confusing. The trick steps and the hidden passageways and the walls that looked like passageways made head hurt to think about. This made him incredibly grateful to live in the dungeons, there were less chances of him encountering the chaotic labyrinth above.
Now, however, Ted sat on a windowsill on what he believed was the fifth floor and wondered how it was he had come to be in the spot he was currently in. He needed a map or something, he wondered why they weren’t given maps to begin with. So here he stayed as he worked out how the hell he was going to get back to his dorm.
Only having attended Hogwarts for a couple years, the castle was still a mystery to her though still it was much better than the cold, dull halls of Durmstrang. She hadn’t missed her old school for a second, the change in scenery, everything about Hogwarts was a great deal better. Even the people she preferred, minus a few close friends at Durmstrang, she didn’t really have a close connection to many. But at Hogwarts, especially in Hufflepuff, the brunette found herself making a nice group of friends.
But even so, she still managed to get lost with how vast it all truly was. Hearing shuffling in the windowsill, Astrid’s curiosity got the better of her and her feet diverted, eyes catching sight of a familiar and welcoming face, a friendly grin curving onto her features. “Now if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you look about as lost as I feel, which would make me feel a lot better about not finding my way through this maze of a castle.”
↳ Astrid Björklund - The Night That Changed Everything
If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because
Everything I touch isn’t dark enough
That this problem lies in me
Premise: The full moon hadn’t even crossed her mind that day when she agreed to meet up with her uncle, and take a weekend off to go camp somewhere deep in the woods, not far from the outskirts of London. Surely, it couldn’t have crossed his mind, either. At least, that was what she told herself now, otherwise she might lose it. It was meant to be a weekend of wholesome family fun, nothing more. Just as it always was between the two, the only family she still spoke with, at least by free will, but then a growl was heard and the night changed everything.
After a few hours of driving, something the two had grown rather fond of, despite the being pure blood wizards, they’d arrived. Astrid and her uncle, Thor found it to be a great time to not only just bond over casual conversation, but a time to just relax and take in the world around them from a different perspective. Pulling into the long, abandoned road, they eventually stopped a few kilometers from the nearby river and camp site and set up camp. They had promised each other they’d go the weekend without magic, unless absolutely necessary, a matter of life and death.
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The sun was finally starting to set, and the two were exhausted for the day and decided to call it a night, promising to get an early start on the next day’s adventure . Making their way into their separate departments, they snuggled into their sleeping bags and fell into a deep slumber. An hour or two passed, and nothing, just as calm as any other night and then that’s when it started. A howl was heard echoing through the forest, startling Thor awake and quickly he reached for his wand without second thought and made his way outside, casting a protective shield over the tent in which Astrid still remained in a slumber in hopes she would stay that way. Eyes flickering up to the sky, and settling in on the full moon glowing down upon them and that’s when he heard it again, it was coming closer. Stepping out of the tent, he knew he’d need to become a distraction. Better him, than her.
Distinguishing the fire with his wand, and vanishing the food, he made certain that the wolf, when it neared would vanish, and follow after him, instead of being drawn to an open campsite. Checking the area one last time, he was certain he had gotten all and quickly made his way from the campsite, casting ‘lumos maxima’ as he walked away. Light illuminating from the tip of his wand, the sound of crunching leaves neared. Perfect. Just what he had wanted, he sighed in slight relief, taking a small turn as he continued to jog away from the campsite.
Minutes later is when he heard it, face going pale as the full moon itself, the sound of a girl letting out a blood curdling scream from behind him. Feeling sick to his stomach, Thor turned instantly on his heel and popped back to the campsite with a single movement, ignoring the thoughts running through his mind. Once arrived, his gaze settled in on Astrid standing metres away from the tent, a monster, a werewolf biting into her. With all his strength, he channeled the anger that stirred within him, ‘reducto’, he hissed sending the werewolf across the open field in a quick blur. Using a brief second to look toward his niece, Thor cast one final protective shield, certain she couldn’t move at this point.
Stepping away, he came face to face with the beast, the anger still stirring as he shot spell after spell, curse after curse until the wand slipped from his sweaty palms, every thought shifting between the beast and Astrid. If only he could just apparated the two out of there. Leaning down with as much speed possible, Thor snatched the wand from the ground and that’s when he felt it, the fangs of a beast digging into his side, ripping at his chest.
Struggling, Astrid used the remaining strength to reach for the wand still on the ground; she sent one last blasting curse toward the beast and watched as his back met a tree in the distance. Tears streaming down her face, the pain still present, she scooted as fast as humanly possible and poked her hand out to take grasp of her uncle’s leg, apparating the two out, stumbling into their home, she could feel the splinch. She’d never been good at apparating, and with being injured and travelling with two, it was near inevitable.
With a deep breath, Astrid took a moment to catch her breath, tears continuing to stream down her cheek at the pain. It was then that she realised how silent the house was for having been two. No, no no, was all she thought, turning her head to face the man that had been her rock since she’d made the transfer. His body still, a blood pool around him. “Uncle Thor?” She croaked, mumbling through her tears.
Turning his head slowly to face her, his chest was heaving. “I’m sorry.” He whispered in a raspy voice, eyelids becoming heavy. “I fa-“
His words were cut off by Astrid speaking over him, irritation finding its way into her voice. “No, you are not sorry, because this is not happening, you are going to live.” She muttered stubbornly, building up her strength to push her from the ground, using the counters and tables to guide her and keep her up as she walked, Astrid started searching the place for something, anything that could help. She’d have apparated again, if it wouldn’t have been more life threatening than staying put.
“Astrid,” he croaked once more, using the last of his strength to speak. “It’s too late, there’s nothing you can do for me, get yourself help…I lov-“ His words were cut off with a sharp pain shooting through his body, eyes widening before finally his head fell back against the floor.
Dead. He was dead. Astrid remained staring at the still body, shaking her head in denial, she dropped back down to her knees, shaking the body as it became colder. He wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. There had to be something, it couldn’t happen like this. He wasn’t, no, she wouldn’t accept this. Leaning against the wall, her head buried into her bloody hands, silent sobs echoing through the otherwise quiet home, the grip of her hand tightening around her uncle’s wand, causing it to split in two. What was she to do? How could she tell them? Where would she stay?
Forgetting about her own wounds, the bite, Astrid curled up against the wall, a sudden breeze passing through, her ears deaf to the noises around her as someone approached. A pair of arms, seemingly familiar was tugging her off the ground, causing her to be startled in place. Unable to budge, she muttered a series of incomprehensible words.
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The next morning, Astrid found herself in a hospital wing surrounded by healers and Will. No one else, had they not been informed? Or had they been too ashamed to come, too ashamed of what she’d become. Fearful of what the press back home would do with this bit of information? Resting her throbbing head back against the pillow, she forced her eyes shut and continuously muttered, “It was just a dream, it was just a dream…just a….nightmare.” Tears filling her eyes the moment the healers went into a deep explanation of everything, how she was now a werewolf. A werewolf. The word made her sick, she felt sick to her stomach. He was dead, and she was a werewolf.
What had started out as a fun trip with her uncle, and her, ended with a death and a new beast in town just, because they’d forgotten to check the moon cycles.
✗ FULL NAME → Astrid Björklund
✗ THEIR DOB → December 31, 2000
✗ BOGGART → Herself, Astrid’s boggart is no more than herself becoming the monster she fears she may one day become, covered in the blood of all her loved ones, being the reason for their deaths.
✗ AMORTENTIA → Cinnamon, specifically cinnamon rolls - the aroma of the pastry always reminded her of being at her best friend’s grandmas, surrounded by only those she loved most. Petrichor - there was something indescribably pleasant that came with being outside in the pouring rain, it was almost as though nothing else mattered. Old Books - she wasn’t much of a reader herself, but Astrid always thought of her uncle when surrounded by books, works of literature, etc. She especially did when out in his little greenhouse turned into a writing shed filled with articles, books, etc.
✗ WAR STATUS → Order Member
✗ FACECLAIM → Danielle Campbell
In the small farming region of Norway, just north of the larger city of Trondheim one would be able to find a place by the name of Surnadal. There was a family with the last name of Björklund. To those that had little to no background in magic, the family was invisible, however to those who were in the know, the family was incredibly known. Astrid and Nikolai were the children of the acting Minister of Magic. Always held to a high standard, the two were pushed to be the best of the best, and by being the best of the best, they were also expected to only be seen with those of the purest blood. This had never seemed to be a problem in Astrid’s eyes for Nikolai.
However, for Astrid, it was a challenge for she started to be rebellious at a young age. Spending time with in the city, she would often play in the park with muggles. At first, her parents didn’t think much of it due to her age, they thought she’d simply grow out of it. However as she began to age, and her years neared the time of her Durmstrang acceptance, the habits remained.
Nikolai was told to keep a very close eye on her, and which he would most the time. Though he cared deeply for his sister, he rarely showed it. Always trying to be in control of the situation he was often the reasoning behind her being pulled away from friendships. Though little could he control what happened between her and those she befriended within her house, for he did not have a password to the commons, this excited her more than ever. As third year rolled around, the amount of friends she had made was impossible for him to keep up, so he eventually gave up. After having been caught at one of the families social events with a boy in a closed off space, Astrid was sent to live with her uncle in hopes that he’d be able to correct her. With that, came the move to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and an unwanted betrothal. Little did her parents know that the place would corrupt her even more than Durmstrang. Allowing her to take up quidditch, freely roam the halls with boys that weren’t family. It gave her the freedom she always thirsted after despite being betrothed.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
✗ THEIR ALLIANCE - Order, but definitely on the more reserved side about it.
✗ BLOODLINE - The Björklund family is an old Norwegian pureblood family, a member of the purest of the Scandinavian countries. They were well adored, and like Death Eaters and Voldemort alike believed in blood superiority. Astrid’s father and that line had a long history of working has Minister for Magic of Norway including her father who is the current serving, and her brother Nikolai is working to take his place. They believe in everything that you would picture a pureblood family to believe in, but of course there was always a Black Sheep or two in the family, and that fell on both Astrid and her uncle’s shoulders.
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