I cannot tell you how much it bothered me that no one even thought about them as a crack ship. ADA WONG X SYLUS? No offence if you like this ship but Catwoman was right there.
Think about it, who's the greediest lady in Gotham? Who's the greediest gentleman in the N109 zone?
Imagine MC as Catwoman in a different life. During the day she's a news reporter/journalist for a really greedy news company that prioritises getting the next big headline. Somehow she always gets the most amazing stories.
And in the night she's the infamous cat burglar.
Imagine CatwomanMC/Catwoman and Sylus having a rivals to lovers trope too. Competing to see who can outdo the other, steal more and go on heists without being detected at all.
And it would make Sylus calling her/us kitten more uh what's the word... accurate? (I'm sorry but English is not my first language and I couldn't think of a better word. No beta too sorry for any mistakes that I may have missed)
LOOOOOOOOOOOK!
I think they would be so compatible and I have no one to talk about this with😭😭😭
Again no offence if you like the Ada WongxSylus ship. I however was devastated no one thought of putting Catwoman and Sylus together.
summary: red-flag/toxic!caleb has gone through life being too much for all of his previous partners, until he meets you... and you end up being crazier than him!
wc: 3,024
content: PLS READ THIS! caleb and reader are both VERY toxic and exhibit red flags. their behavior in this is exaggerated for the story and is not normal. f!reader, caleb punches someone(not reader), reader slaps someone(not caleb), talks of pregnancy, talks of creampies, love bombing, gaslighting, guilt tripping(from reader), jealousy, smut, p in v, handcuffing(ish), car accident, they are crazy. reader is crazier though tbh, caleb is where he wants to be. if i need to add anything pls lmk!
a/n: the pacing between events is wonky tbh, sorry! i was listening to red flag by kesha and immediately got inspired :D the fic isn't directly based on the song tho. caleb is exactly where he wants to be. this is a repost! originally posted 1/19/26
the crazy in me sees the crazy in you… and i think i need it
it wasn’t news to caleb that he was a walking red flag. he’d heard it from his exes, his talking stages, and even a few close friends. did he agree that he was a red flag? absolutely not! wanting to provide for and protect his lover was the greenest of flags! so what if he snuck an airtag in an ex’s purse? he was just making sure she wasn’t going anywhere dangerous! maybe he was a little passionate, but a red flag? the idea made him laugh.
he’d only been single for a week when he met you at a club. you’d been multitasking between cussing out a man double your size and dancing to the loud music. the man was getting agitated and must have said something that upset you, given that you threw your drink in his face and slapped him hard enough to leave a red mark on his cheek.
caleb had laughed at your ferocity until he realized the man looked like he might get violent, grabbing your arm. he’d stepped in, ever the gentleman of course, and punched the guy so hard that he not only had your martini on his face, but also blood from his now broken nose.
when caleb turned to make sure you were okay, he found you already staring up at him with a huge smile and a star struck expression. it was love at first sight for both of you.
you’d grabbed his hand and cooed over the bruises that were forming on his knuckles, gently rubbing your fingers over them. “wooow, you’re soo strong, you just saved me.”
caleb had smirked and tilted his head, taking you in now that he was close enough to make you out. you were beautiful, but your spirit was what stood out more than anything to him. you’d been going toe to toe with a man a minute prior, and now you were clearly flirting with him with no care in the world for the agitated man anymore.
“i like you.” caleb stated, expecting you to flinch away like everyone else does when a stranger claims feelings for them in a bar, but you didn’t.
instead, you shocked him by stepping closer and interlocking your fingers with his and whispering. “i like you too.”
you’d had sex the first night you met- multiple times- and you’d gotten into a relationship a week later. caleb was used to his partners thinking he was moving too fast, but you? you seemed to think he was moving too slow.
a week and a half after you met, you were mid bounce on his cock when you decided now was as good of a time as any to confess your true feelings.
you whine and grip caleb’s jaw between your palms, eyes crazed as they meet his. “ah- fuck, i love you- i’m so in love with you, caleb-”
caleb’s eyes widen for a second before he grips your hips and thrusts up into you. “you mean that? ah- fuck yes- i’m in love with you too, baby.”
his words drive out a long moan from you, slamming your body down on him harder, chasing release. “yes! yes, god i knew you were in love with me- i could just tell- you’re my soulmate!” you pull his face towards you and capture his lips in a messy, desperate kiss, which he gladly reciprocates.
finally, he thinks, someone who understands him!
“i wanna have your baaby, ‘leeb.” your whiny words make the blood drain from his face and his thrusts immediately stop. ooookay, maybe you guys weren’t on the same level after all…
caleb laughs awkwardly and stills your hips with his evol, looking at you seriously. “sorry, what?”
you tilt your head and blink innocently. “i want your babies- i want them all. won’t i look so beautiful pregnant with your babies?”
caleb pauses, his brain trying to troubleshoot and figure out what the fuck he’s supposed to say to that- he’s never been in a situation before where his partner has said something so outlandish that he doesn’t know how to out-crazy them.
“uh. okay, babe, wow.” he blows out a breath and runs a hand over his face. “i think that you would look absolutely stunning pregnant, but… maybe later?”
to his surprise, you dropped the matter and didn’t bring it up again. occasionally during sex you would blab about wanting him to stuff you full of his cum, and he would indulge you in the dirty talk, knowing that he always wore a condom, so the dirty talk didn’t hold any weight.
a month and a half into your relationship, you were both sick of the distance with you living in linkon and caleb in skyhaven. at some point you’d begun staying at caleb’s place every night, saying that you’d moved in and referring to his house as your house as well.
caleb didn’t find it odd at first. he was thrilled that you were so close to him at all times and he loved being able to provide for you.
it was only when his friend, gideon, was going to stay over for a few days did the truth come out.
caleb decided to have the conversation after multiple rounds of sex, hoping you’d be sated and happy enough that it wouldn't result in a fight.
you lay with your back to his chest in bed and caleb was trailing his fingers up your arm tracing patterns om your soft skin. “you know how i told you that gideon’s gonna visit?”
you hum in acknowledgment, eyes closed happily basking in his attention.
“welllll, gideon and i have talked before and he prefers it just being him and i here.”
you stiffen and your words come out too calm for caleb's liking. he knows it’s surely the calm before the storm. “so you’re kicking me out?”
he wraps an arm around you, hand palming at your breast, voice soft. “c’mon baby, it’s not like that. i only see gideon twice a year and he wants it to just be us. it’s only for a week- and i’m gonna miss you more than you know.”
you huff and pull your head away when his nose nuzzles your neck. sitting up, you look at him with your eyes narrowed slightly. “so you’re choosing him over-”
“don’t pull that on me.” caleb replied, his voice dropping slightly as he sat up as well, his face turning sterner than you’d ever seen it. “i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone, but i’m not going to disrespect my friends' boundaries. we’ll facetime every night and text all day- surely you miss your apartment, right? you’ve not been there in weeks.”
your eye twitches. “i haven’t been to my apartment because I transferred the lease to a friend. i moved out and moved in here.”
caleb gawks at you, shocked. “you- what? you don’t have a house??”
you scoff and cross your arms. “i thought this was my house. you told me everything of yours is mine. i told you i was moving in.”
“i thought you were joking!” caleb says through a confused laugh.
“oh, so you don’t want me here, that’s what you’re saying.” you say, getting up and fumbling for your discarded clothes on the floor, pulling them on. “first it was getting me out of the house because of gideon, and now you don’t want to live with me- when were you planning on breaking up with me?! tomorrow?”
the only thought in caleb’s mind, watching you spiral and tear through his room for your clothes like a tornado was ‘what the fuck?’. how had a simple conversation turned into you thinking he was going to leave you?
“no- baby, listen.” he sighs and approaches you, wrapping you in a hug that you try to claw your way out of, fingers scratching at his arms. “you’re my life, i would never leave you. i didn’t know you moved out, but… that’s okay. i’m more than happy to provide for you, and that includes living situations. stay, please, i’ll talk to gideon. i’ll fix this.”
so, you stayed. caleb paid for you and your best friend to take a trip to your dream destination while gideon was at his house, and all was well in your world.
well, that was until your plane landed in skyhaven after the trip. you’d decided that a week had been too long without seeing caleb- you couldn’t wait until his shift at the fleet edned, you had to see him now.
you went straight from the airport to the fleet's headquarters, walking through the establishment, suitcase and all.
after arguing your way through security checkpoints and using caleb’s name, you eventually made it to the floor he works on. you heard his voice from the door and your steps quickened going around the corner, and that’s when you saw it- or rather saw her.
a woman talking to caleb. a woman smiling at caleb. and caleb talking back with a small smile on his face. rage bubbled up under your skin and you abandoned your suitcase by the entrance, calling out to caleb in a sickly sweet voice. “caleeeb!!”
his head whips in your direction when he hears your voice. he fought a smile and caught you easily when you threw yourself into him, hugging you tight. despite being incredibly happy to see you, he knew that this was drawing attention and he couldn’t have his coronel reputation ruined- if people knew he wasn’t really as strict and serious as he seemed, they might not take him seriously anymore.
he set you down on your feet and held your hand, looking back at the woman he’d been talking to before you came in. “report that information to the contact listed in your files immediately.”
the woman nods and walks off and caleb leads you down a hallway and into his office. once the door clicks shut he kisses you, hand angling your head back so he can taste you. “mmh, missed you so much.”
you kiss back and let him walk you towards his desk, only stumbling once on your blind mission. “missed you too.” you pull away and look up at him before pushing him down onto his desk chair. he smirks up at you, hands instantly kneading your hips when you straddle him, planting your ass firmly on his lap.
“why didn’t you tell me you landed?”
you hum and lean down, sucking hickeys into his neck while you roll against the growing bulge in his pants. “mmm, i did. you didn’t come to pick me up.”
caleb groans softly in pleasure as your lips continue their work on his neck. “i’m sorry baby, i got caught up with work. i thought i texted you that i wouldn’t be able to make it.”
you lick over the blossoming marks on the side of his neck and pull back so he can see your pout. “oh, you were just too busy laughing and flirting with that woman that you couldn't pick up your girlfriend, weren’t you?”
caleb tilts his head slightly, confusion twinkling in his eyes. “what woman?”
your eye twitches and your fists grip his uniform. “that was the wrong answer, caleb. the only acceptable answer was ‘i wasn’t laughing or flirting with any woman.’”
he smirks at you again, enjoying your jealousy. “okayyy, then i wasn’t laughing or flirting with any woman.”
“liar.” you growl out, tangling a hand in the gold chains that decorate his uniform jacket. “i saw you talking to her. i saw you smiling at her, caleb, why would you lie to me?”
“i’m not lying, baby. i was talking to her, yes, but it was about work. i’m at work, i’m working.” he answers cooly, not at all put off by your sudden possessive behavior and not surprised that the exact answer you fed him was still somehow wrong.
you hum and pull the chains, pulling caleb up towards you. “ah, i see. so you think i’m stupid.”
caleb laughs lowly and shakes his head, fingers caressing the side of your face gently. “i don’t think you’re stupid, no. i don’t like seeing you talk to other guys either, but surely you understand that it’s necessary for our jobs?”
you shake your head and watch him, trying to figure out if he truly believes this or if he’s just trying to get you worked up. “no. it’s not. i don’t want you to talk to anyone else- you’re mine, caleb. if i’m not allowed to talk to other men, you’re not allowed to talk to other women.”
he scoffs and drops his hand, his expression shifting from carefree to frustrated. “my love, that’s not realistic-”
before he can finish his sentence, you give a firm tug on the gold chains again and they rip off of his uniform, dangling in your hand. “hmph. fine. this is for your own good colonel.” you say, venom lacing your words as you wrap the chain around his wrists, securing them tightly together.
despite multiple coworkers knocking on caleb’s office door over the next two hours, he never answers because he’s too busy being your personal dildo. you rode him back to back for as long as your pussy could handle it, teasing him about how he could look but not touch with his hands tied up. you’d used your evol to make the chains tangle together in a way that made them unable to be easily undone, leaving caleb essentially handcuffed. he could have easily stood up or used his evol to lift you off of him, but he didn’t. he liked that you were claiming him so boldly, so he let you have your fun and let you believe that he was learning a lesson.
six months into your relationship you’d gotten engaged, and as a gift caleb bought you a brand new car- it was your dream car down to the make, model, and even the seat colors. the only problem? he’d gotten you a gray car. you wanted a red car. who else had caleb gotten a gray car for in the past? his ex girlfriend.
you were absolutely livid! you’d tried to talk caleb into exchanging the car for a red one, or even buying you a whole new car, but he refused- how could he refuse his fiancée?!
when caleb got a call from a paramedic that you’d been in a bad car accident, he left the fleet and rushed to your location immediately, terrified of the worst. he’d broken every speed limit and road law to get to you, his heart hammering in his chest. he hated things that were out of his control, it’s partially why he insists on tracking you and having access to your phone- it’s for your safety! dammit, he knew that he should have hired a personal driver for you.
once he arrives at the accident, he rushes to the ambulance that you sit on the ledge of, passing by the upside down and absolutely totaled gray car he bought you days prior.
you sat in the ambulance, ignoring the paramedic that was trying to check you for a concussion. by some miracle you looked physically fine, just annoyed. he reaches you and cradles your head gently. “baby- holy shit, are you okay? what happened??”
you look at caleb and burst into a huge smile. “caleb, you came!”
“yeah, yeah, of course i came, i was worried sick about you. what happened?” he looks back at the car briefly, feeling a surge of anger at the thought of someone else causing the accident. “did someone hit you?”
you shake your head and wince slightly- you probably DID have a concussion, judging by the dizziness. “i crashed.”
“i can see that- how did you crash?”
you shrug and answer calmly. “i tried to drift and i crashed.”
he looks appalled and shakes his head. “why would you try to drift on the highway? this is a straight section of road, were you trying to crash the car?” he asks sarcastically.
as if he answered a trivia question right, you beam and nod excessively. “yes! i was!”
caleb pauses and his face constructs into disbelief, his voice low and bordering on pissed. “...why the hell would you try to intentionally crash?” he didn't understand why you would try to wreck on purpose, let alone in a brand new car he bought for you not even 72 hours prior.
you just shrug, seemingly not seeing anything wrong with your choice of actions. “i told you i wanted a red car.”
caleb stands there in silence, trying to contain his anger and failing. his eye twitches and he takes a step away from you, clenching his fists. “so you decided to fucking wreck it?! you could have killed yourself!”
“yeah, i did! maybe next time you can get the color right and i won’t total it!” you spit back, stepping away from the ambulance and moving closer to him until your chests were almost touching.
caleb sees the crazed look in your eyes and he pauses. he blinks rapidly in shock that you’d… out crazy’d him. he lets out a sound that’s half scoff and half laugh and shakes his head, the corner of one his lips turning up just barely. “your exes were right... you’re fuckin insane.”
you smile and look up at him, your pupils blown wide. “isnt that why you like me?”
“yeah, i think so.” he leans down and kisses you hard, the kind of the kiss that always leads to a day long sex marathon between you two.
you’re interrupted by the paramedic clearing his throat. “sorry, but i’m going to need the kissing to… uh, stop. she’s still not clear of a concussion, so we need to take her to the hospital-”
you and caleb both turn to glare at the man, your words echoing each other. “shut the fuck up.”
three days later you were fucking in your brand new dream red car.
THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
"A beautiful, brilliant, bloodstained circle of young men who were never meant to live long, only to burn bright and die memorably."
notes: because the Knights of Walpurgis don't have any canon names and no one has made any so here is mine + backstories just so I can keep track. Backstories for many characters are of my own creation since there are literally none and if you want to use them for your own fic, go ahead :) this is all completely for fun btw, I do not own these characters
I'm not completely fleshing them out. This is all general backstories, no defending their behaviour. Everything is general and vague so it is flexible and buildable. With these backstories, you can build on them or tweak and change any way you want and yeah.
I hope this is all clear and concise and not as messy as it looks to me but um... yeah. I will edit this one day to make it look better and maybe make it more detailed but this is it for now.
This is mostly just for me to reference while I write as I've said, I don't own these characters so anyone is free to use it(I would like some credit and maybe a link to the fic tho)
⚠️ I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY MADE ALL THIS FOR MY OWN ENTERTAINMENT! ⚠️
(all graphics are from pinterest)
Enjoy <3
created: June 28, 2025
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TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
Face Claim: Christian Coulson
Born: December 31, 1926
Wand: Yew, 13½", phoenix feather
Hogwarts Years: 1938– 1945
Favourite Subject: DADA, Theory of Magic, Runes, Divination
🧠 PSYCHOLOGY & IDENTITY
I would say younger Tom Riddle(years 1-4) is Frank Dillane but older is definitely Christian Coulson
Psychopath or perhaps a sociopath (but I'm a crim student so I'm very iffy about just how you would measure or diagnose that, because all criminologists say that psychopath checklists are so vague and ambiguous and we hate that shit)
I would say he's just very apathetic because of the way he grew up but not a psychopath
I mean bro was a orphan during WW2
Possibly asexual (repulsed or indifferent to sex) and aromantic-coded, but also experiences flashes of obsession that mimic desire (power, lineage, bloodline, legacy, control).
Thinks love is a form of madness. Fears it(Mostly because of what Merope did to Tom Sr)
🪞 THE MURDER OF TOM RIDDLE SR.
When he went to the Riddle manor, I think he was hoping that he'd be accepted and finally have a family but obviously did not take rejection well
(same tbh)
I'd like to think that Tom hates Merope and Tom Riddle Sr. equally
I also like to think that in his mind, killing Tom Sr. was mercy killing
Like imagine spending so much time under love potion and not understanding a thing that happened and why it happened and not being able to properly explain it
I think it drove Tom Sr mad and Tom Jr. mercy killed him as a result—because what kind of life is it to live under a potion for months and not know if you ever loved anyone or were loved at all?
There’s guilt there. Not regret. Just guilt. And he represses it so hard he actually believes in his “mercy” angle.
He actually had a conversation with Riddle Sr.
Tom would NEVER tell anyone what they talked about
threw up 4 times after brewing Amortentia in class(6th year) after that
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Was an obsessive learner. Could memorize whole sections of theory on first read.
possibly a natural legilimens???(Like Queenie ig)
Maybe, maybe not. But he was very good at it
100% fangirlled when he found out he was related to Salazar Slytherin
I think Tom was sane
Like till Horcruxes 1 through 2(The Diary and the Ring) he was still sand enough
But then as he made more his eyes started to turn red and he started losing sanity and proper control over his own actions
Started off as a loner in Slytherin House because everyone thought he was a muggleborn until Herbology class in first year where Abraxas over heard him whispering to a snake in Parseltongue
Abraxas, asking his father to pull some strings found some of Tom's origins and there it all started
Finished most of his textbooks before Year 2. Got bored quickly and started reading beyond the curriculum.
Actually starting tutoring kids in exchange for money
So people LOVED him
Tom Riddle created inter-house unity just from those group tutoring sessions
Too many people flirted with him at school and he 99% of the time(till 4th year) was oblivious to it until Cain Avery told him
🕷 THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days, and the first war)
Everyone thinks Tom never cared about anyone. He did. He just didn’t know what that meant.
I think it's a consensus that his favourite was Abraxas
I'd like to say Atticus Nott was a favourite too
He was mostly just amused by Orion but won't admit it out loud
Found the name 'Knights of Walpurgis' in this book Orion lent him
Found Orion sort of childish
He doesn’t mourn them, not normally—but he feels absence in patterns. The missing sounds in a room. The laughter that never returns.
LOVES Abraxas' eyes because coloured eyes are so pretty to him(so he turned his own red lol)
Calls Hadrian "Healer Boy" in his head
Thinks Cassius Lestrange should be locked up in St Mungo's but won't ever say it outloud because he thinks Cassius is funny
Learned slurs and curse words from Antonin Dolohov in russian and often used them at the other boys at Wool's
Was very mesmerized by Laurent Rosier playing the violin but will NEVER tell him that
Wishes Cain Avery will never stop calling him "Tommy" but eventually he does
Tom only notices it after though
Had many 'acquaintances' and will gut himself before he calls them friends
At first did not want to recruit kids like Dumbledore was obviously doing but then as he lost more and more sanity he stopped caring
🧠 HORCRUX MADNESS TIMELINE
Horcrux 1 (Diary): Still fully lucid. Still playing god.
Horcrux 2 (Ring): Starting to believe his own lies.
Horcrux 3–5: Starting to slip. Increasingly paranoid. Detached
from emotions, starting to lose continuity.
Horcrux 6 (Nagini): Fully dissociated from his own body.
Horcrux 7 (Harry): Did not plan that. Furious.
🪦 POST RESURRECTION (1995)
scared the shit out of Draco on purpose because Draco looks like Abraxas and Voldy misses him
Sometimes stares too long at Draco. Sometimes calls him by the wrong name.
Saw a picture of Sirius and nearly threw up because oh that's just Orion but also not Orion... Why isn't Orion here anymore? Why isn't Orion here, bothering me and saying stupid things?
Thinks his plans were going so shit because all his new followers are not as competent as his knights
HATED Harry even more after learning how similar they were
was plain batshit insane, there was nearly nothing left of Tom, only Voldemort
"Who tf is Cedric?!"
was genuinely fucking insane after being resurrected
Killed more than half his Death Eaters before the final battle
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
He wrote his own obituary once, at 14. It had titles like “Saviour of Magic” and “Heir of All Things.”
Tom is terrifyingly beautiful, and he knows it—but not in a vain way. It’s a weapon, not an asset. He uses it the way others use charm or brute strength.
Keeps his robes pristine. Not out of vanity, but control. Dirt and disorder feel like a threat to the image he's curated.
Has extremely precise handwriting. Like it looks printed. Teachers used to keep his essays as examples.
Never fidgets. Stillness is power. The more nervous others get, the more still he becomes.
Has a cold, polite smile that doesn't reach his eyes. The closer it does get to reaching his eyes, the more dangerous the situation is.
Hadrian helped him manage the money
Loneliness is a constant background hum. But he's too proud to name it.
He’d hate Dumbledore’s socks comment. Would see it as proof of Dumbledore’s madness and unfitness to rule.
Collects rare books with dangerous margins: ones half-burned, banned, or rumored cursed. Especially if they’ve driven past readers insane.
Would absolutely win The Bachelor if it existed in the wizarding world, and then kill the producers for airing it.
His things, Horcruxes were put on display in a museum for the wars
Some people can still his things screaming
some people hear them, especially the notebook crying(it sounds like Myrtle)
All his Horcruxes contained more grief than anger
After they were destroyed, anyone coming close to the exhibits felt an overwhelming amount of sadness that wouldn't go away for days
ABRAXAS MALFOY
Face Claim: Tom Blyth
Born: 1927
Wand: Hawthorn, 11", dragon heartstring
Hogwarts Years: 1938– 1945
Favourite Subject: Potions, History of Magic
💎 PERSONALITY & LIFE
A textbook aristocrat—graceful, poised, always put-together, but with bite.
Treated his loyalty to Tom like a holy vow. Not because he believed in supremacy or ideology—but because he believed in Tom.
Tom's sugar daddy(without the sex, obviously)
Tom's right hand man :) He takes his position very seriously
HUGE mommy's boy
was the first one to discover Tom speaks parseltongue back in first year Herbology when he heard Tom speaking to a little garden snake in the corner of the greenhouse
Didn’t worship Tom blindly. Knew exactly what kind of person he was. He just… didn't care.
📕 THE DIARY & THE KNIGHTS
(school days and the first war)
There are many arguments of whether or not Abraxas was even apart of the Knights of Walpurgis but I would like to think he was
I mean there was a reason Lucius even had the Diary
Abraxas probably took care of the diary but then forgot to tell Lucius just what it was before he died which is why 'Chamber of Secrets' happened...
Often feels very bad for Tom because Abraxas cannot imagine living without his parents
Felt awful about Tom being in Wool’s. The Malfoys actually tried to adopt him—pureblooded enough, clever enough—but were blocked by the Ministry. Dumbledore? The orphange? No one knows. It still eats at him.
Abraxas used to give Tom his old clothes but would send it in an anonymous package because he knows Tom is prideful
Was the one to introduce Tom to everyone else
Made Tom say something to a snake in Parseltongue to everyone could actually take him seriously
Abraxas' favourite(other than Tom) is either Laurent Rosier or Hadrian Mulciber
Along with Atticus Nott, Abraxas took care of any legal matters
Believed in blood purity—but more as cultural preservation than superiority. His vision was about tradition, order, and legacy. (Atticus as well believed in this)
Refused to let Lucius near the diary while he was alive. Died before he could explain why it was dangerous. It haunts him.
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Obsessed with bloodlines, but in a collector’s sense. Knew everyone’s tree better than they did.
HISTORY BUFF
He knew who shat where in what year, what hour, what second—
Helped tutor kids with Tom but gave him all the money to keep
Tutoring helped him go over and study and remember things better
Could cast a patronus — a snake
Brewed calming draughts for stressed younger students—but wouldn’t tell them they were potions. He’d just hand them a drink with a nod.
Practically ran the Slytherin common room by fourth year with the Knights. If you wanted permission, gossip, or protection, you went through Abraxas.
Gossip Queennnn
He loved knowing everyone's business
🖼️ POST-RESURRECTION — Portrait!Abraxas
(Abraxas died in 1979, so he was not there in 1995 when Voldemort was resurrected)
Tom argues with Abraxas' portrait every morning while he was at the Malfoy manor after being resurrected
Portrait!Abraxas makes fun of his nose
Portrait!Abraxas feels very sad though because his friend’s face is no longer as handsome as it was and clearly someone fucked up the resurrection ritual
Tom: Your grandson looks like you but he's not smart like you :(
Portrait!Abraxas: It's almost like... He's his own person!?
Tom: I hate you. I'm finding a necromancy book
yeah lol
Still mourns Tom, in his own way. Refuses to admit it. Keeps talking.
Portrait!Abraxas can’t do anything but watch as his childhood friend tears the remaining Malfoys apart…
Might be the last person in the world who remembers what Tom Riddle was before he became Voldemort.
“You broke everything we built, and yet you stand there expecting me to flinch. You’re not a god, Tom. You’re just lonely. Come to me Tom. I promise death does not hurt as much as you think it does.”
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Wore gloves indoors nearly all of first year.
Carried a silver letter opener everywhere.
Believed the world was meant to be controlled by clever people. Not cruel ones.
Would never say he loved Tom, but he did. In that distant, repressed, Slytherin-boys-aren’t-allowed-to-care kind of way.
The kind of boy who wore cologne at thirteen and had a signet ring before he hit puberty
Wrote with a fountain quill. Custom-made, of course. Tipped in silver. The ink was spelled not to smudge.
Cursed Nobby Leach, not because he was a muggleborn but because Abraxas found out he had a hand in what happened to Atticus' brother
Had fleeting romances, but none that lasted. No one ever got it. Except maybe Tom.
Kept every letter Tom ever wrote him in a velvet box under a floorboard in his room. Burned them the night Tom disappeared.
Probably had a thing for Orion(I SHIP IT OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!)
Was actually very good to Narcissa and thought she was rather lovely so agreed right away when the match came in for Lucius
100% supported the star names thing
Even gave Narcissa a list of possible names
Never married for love. Married for power. Told himself it was the same thing.
Married Selene Rosier(Laurent's second or third cousin)
She ended up abusing Lucius behind his back
He killed her when Lucius was 5.
That's it.
Died with secrets. Left no answers. Only the diary.
ORION ARCTURUS BLACK
Face Claim: Ben Barnes
Born: 1929 — the youngest of the knights cuz he is canonically 4 years younger than Walburga
Wand: Alder, 11¾", unicorn hair
Hogwarts Years: 1940– 1947
Favourite Subject: Charms, Runes, Care for Magical Creatures
💫 PERSONALITY & LIFE
I see a lot of Mauruders hcs that Sirius looks just like his dad so that is where this came from
I know a lot of people say that Sirius was like Walburga but I think the opposite— Sirius was 100% a copy of Orion
The dreamer of the Knights. A little too soft for the room, a little too clever to be trusted.
Handsome in that tragedy-in-the-making way. The kind of man who still looked like poetry even when passed out drunk in a velvet chair.
Wore his uniform slightly undone. Shirt rumpled, tie loose. Always a hint of rebellion he never fully committed to.
Often misunderstood because he looked cold, but was secretly one of the more gentle members of his family.
Did not know how to communicate how he felt properly
No one ever taught him
No one was there to listen
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Wards and Charms prodigy
Wanted to take a mastery but daddy never let him :(
Knew ancient runes better than most cursebreakers. Could quote stanzas from memory.
SLYTHERIN SEEKER!!!! (Yes like Regulus in the future)
Skipped class occasionally to sit by the lake and feed the giant squid scraps from the kitchens.
Dated boys and girls—casually, half-heartedly, tragically. He just wanted to feel something. (But always sent letters to Walburga promising that he thought she was the prettiest)
Left behind half-finished poems in the margins of his notes. Never shared them.
🌌 RELATIONSHIP WITH WALBURGA & THE BOYS
Orion was not completely against marrying Walburga
I don't think so
I think it was more like: "why isn't she fun anymore :(" was his genuine confusion, not cruelty. He didn’t see the way pressure aged her in ways he never felt.
Still flirted with her sometimes, long after she stopped responding. Drunkenly, awkwardly, heartbreakingly.
Orion: Let's name our firstborn SiriusWalburga: No. That's stupidOrion: plz it'll be so funny, we can make 'serious' jokes AND it’s in the Orion constellation🥺
(Walburga definitely named Regulus)
They fought constantly, especially after Regulus was born. But some nights, they'd sit in silence together and he’d hold her hand like she was still 17 and he was still 14(I imagine them being that young or ever younger when they got engaged).
Fought for Walburga when Pollux wanted to take her out of Hogwarts after 5th year
Managed to convince his family to let her stay all 7 years by pretending to be shit at potions and saying he needed her help because she was an amazing potioneer
Not abusive, more like accidentally neglectful
Loved both his sons, but didn't know how to help them.
Let Sirius grow wild because it made him happy—thought it would be fine. It wasn’t.
Tried telling Walburga it was fine that Sirius was a Gryffindor but she didn't listen
Orion just didn't want to loose a child like Druella and Cygnus did(Andromeda) but did not know how to communicate that with Sirius
Orion not knowing how to communicate ruined things
Sirius was Orion. Same soul, different century. That’s what made it unbearable.
When Sirius ran away, Orion never stopped checking the clock with his name.
Orion never hated him. Just missed him.
Walburga never told him what really happened the day Sirius left and Orion is not sure if he wanted to know
Bonded more with Regulus in the end, in that quiet, doomed way of two men trapped by duty.
Taught Regulus how to ride a broom, how to tie a cravat, how to play wizard chess.
🗡️ THE KNIGHTS & ORION'S BLEEDING HEART
(school days and the first war)
I don't think he was actually a Knight like the others were
Orion was just there to have fun and gave Tom books from the Black Family library
Orion never took the mark and there is no actual reason given as to why so I would like to think that Tom and the rest found him 'childish' or maybe because Orion was not as 'invested' in the cause as the rest of them were
Saw the whole cause as “too serious” and “too much shouting” and "too much killing".
He liked politics like he liked parties: optional, glittering, and brief.
I'd like to think Walburga was more invested in it than Orion was
I think Orion and Abraxas were pretty good friends(interpret that as you wish)
Orion: Abraxas, my future daughter, your future son :)
Abraxas: No???
Orion: Yes :)
That is how I saw it happen but then Orion had 2 sons and was like "fuck :(" and peer pressures Cygnus and Druella into marrying Narcissa to Lucius because it's basically the same thing
☠️ Post-Resurrection (1995)
Orion Black died in 1979, the same year as Abraxas Malfoy. No Portrait was left behind.
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Always smelled faintly of sandalwood, old books, and very expensive firewhiskey.
100% became a bitter alcoholic over the years because all his friends did nearly everything better than him
Oh and they forgot about him
Wished he went for pro Quidditch but didn't because again, daddy said no...
Gave up on politics because he decided the family name was already in too deep, and someone had to be soft.
I want to say that Orion and Regulus died on the same day just to make ppl sad
Because it makes sense
Orion knew Regulus was going to die. He just… didn’t know how to stop it.
Younger brother of Cantankerous Nott (yes the writer of Pureblood Directory)
I would say both brothers had a pretty big age gap
Emotionally reserved but not cold—everything is internalized, processed through logic, then buried under ritual and theory.
Grief-driven, to the point where it shaped his entire adult life. Every choice he made post-1942 was colored by his brother’s death.
☠️ THE INCIDENT AT DIAGON ALLEY (1942)
Cantankerous Nott was killed by a bunch of muggleborns behind Flourish & Blotts in 1942 because they hated his book
Atticus tried to save his brother who was very outnumbered but the muggleborns brought a gun because bro why wouldn't they???
I think JK should address guns because why wouldn't people bring a gun to an illegal duel
Atticus was then shot in the leg, had his entire leg shattered and tortured with the cruciatus. Now he uses a cane to walk because his leg is just severely messed up from nerve damage caused by the curse and the gun
Has a bunch of scars
Mommy's boy? Daddy's boy? Nope. Big brother's boy
Atticus looked up to his big brother and grieved for the rest of his life after watching him die
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Refused to take a single sick day, even after his injury. Limped to every class, every exam, every practical. The stubbornness was legendary.
Took over the Slytherin study sessions in his 7th year after his brother’s death. Taught younger years to protect themselves—not out of pride, but out of necessity.
Hated being pitied. If anyone offered help without being asked, they’d find their ink well frozen solid the next morning.
PITY DID NOT BRING HIS BIG BROTHER BACK HE DID NOT WANT IT
Refuses pain potions unless he’s about to pass out. Says feeling it keeps him awake. (Hogwarts Matron hates him for it)
Developed his own wand movements after his leg injury—a whole school of dueling based around stability and lower-body limitations.
Knows dark magic. Doesn’t love it. Doesn’t hate it. Sees it like radiation—dangerous, useful, and always permanent.
Once wrote a hex that could only be reversed by understanding grief. No one ever cracked it.
⚖️ VIEWS ON BLOOD PURITY
Doesn’t believe in superiority. Believes in survival.
although Cantankerous wrote the Pureblood Directory, a lesser known fact is that it was supposed to a trilogy or something of books
The first, Pureblood Directory, highlighting 'pure' bloodlines in Magical Britain
The second talks about Cantankerous' research on halfbloods and how inter-mingling with muggles/muggleborns actually saved so many bloodlines and why those in the Pureblood Directory(The Blacks for example) were beginning to die out and have too many squibs
Tom was actually a huge research point for this
Cantankerous was murdered before he could announce his plans on the book
Atticus could never get himself to finish the book
He thinks if he did...
He could have prevented the wars and maybe even prevented Tom from going mad
Had a Muggleborn lover once. Never told a soul. Their name is carved into a rune in his study.
🕷️ THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days and the first war)
Didn't get involved for ideology—joined because it gave him a purpose. A structure to channel pain into.
Created protective wards that the other Knights used. He specialized in defensive magics that looked harmless but trapped enemies in recursive loops.
Was loyal to Abraxas and Dolohov more than Tom.
But still greatly respected Tom because Tom respected him and cared for his opinion
Never took the Mark. No one knows why. Possibly because his allegiance was personal, not symbolic.
Would do has done terrible things for the people he cared about, but only for them.
Was the one to find the Gaunt family address for Tom
🪦 POST RESURRECTION (1995)
One of the few original Knights who survived into the First Wizarding War—but barely.
Voldemort did not trust him during the resurrection era. Saw him as outdated, too careful, and still grieving a brother no one remembered.
Atticus just wanted Voldemort to stop
"It's okay Tom. I promise it is. Please stop. You've done enough. This wasn't even our plan? You're killing children Tom. Please stop."
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Keeps a dagger under his pillow. Not magical. Just steel.
Still has the bullet removed from his leg in a box. Burnished. Etched with a ward.
His Patronus no longer forms. After 1942, it never took shape again. It comes out like smoke(But it used to be jack rabbit)
When alone, reads his brother’s research aloud. Keeps talking to him like he's in the room.
Kept his brother’s old glasses on his desk for 30 years. Cleaned them every Sunday. Never wore them.
Once helped a young Muggleborn child in Knockturn Alley after they got lost. Obliviated them with perfect precision… and cried about it later.
Wakes up at dawn, every day. Doesn't sleep much—he dreams in memories he doesn’t want to remember.
Never walks into a room without checking for ward lines. Even in places he trusts.
Polite to house-elves. Cruel to anyone who thinks cruelty is power.
His son was an abuser(would hurt the girl he married)
So when the war ended, Atticus took a chance and turned his son in for Domestic Abuse and raised Theodore by himself
As a result, Atticus was able to avoid any search of the Nott manor by aurors after the first war
Was invited to teach at Hogwarts once. Refused. Said the castle was too full of ghosts.
Died about a year after the second war ended
Was not mourned loudly when he died. But his son inherited everything—the grimoires, the theories, the scars. Theodore Nott would later find a letter addressed to “My son's brotherless son.”
CASSIUS LESTRANGE
Face Claim: Jamie Campbell Bower
Born: 1925
Wand: Black walnut, 12½", phoenix feather
Hogwarts Years: 1936– 1943
Favourite Subject: DADA, Runes, Charms
🩸 PERSONALITY & LIFE
Crazy bitch
Unhinged but elegant. A man composed entirely of silk and threats.
I think he's gay. I have no reasoning, I just feel like he is/would be
Married for power, not desire. Treated his wife with respect, but never love.
He and his wife were more like friends anyway (Lavender marriage)
Highly neurodivergent-coded: hyperfixates on runic theory and political theatrics, forgets what day it is, never forgets who slighted him in 1952.
Once said, “Lestranges don’t die. They linger. We’re like mold and fine art.”
Doesn’t fear dark magic. Finds it tedious when people moralize about it.
Prone to mood crashes. Has disappeared for days, then reemerged looking immaculate and pretending nothing happened.
🐺 FATHERHOOD
Had children out of duty. Loved them in his own twisted, educated way.
Knew Rodolphus was gay/ace-coded and taught both his sons how to perform power instead of obsessing over legacy through heirs.
Thought Bellatrix was “an absolute horror, in the best way.” Was genuinely entertained by her.
“She won’t give us heirs, but she’ll burn down the world for our name. Accept the win.”
Enabled Bellatrix too often and left the mess for Rodolphus to deal with
"oh! We can definitely hypenate your name, love! Would you like Black-Lestrange or Lestrange-Black?"
Left Rabastan in charge of estate records, Rodolphus in charge of political dealings. Balanced his sons like chess pieces, but never cruelly.
Never once said “I love you” without a warning. (“Brace yourself, I'm about to say something disgusting.”)
Keeps a locket with a miniature of his sons as toddlers in a drawer he pretends he doesn’t check.
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Brilliant but disruptive. Teachers didn’t know whether to give him awards or expel him.
Charismatic and terrifying. People were drawn to him like moths to a bloodstained flame.
Dueled like he was composing music. Everything was rhythm and flourish until your wand snapped.
Used to charm ink to write itself while he paced during exams—professors stopped trying to discipline him because it was technically innovative.
Was the first student in Hogwarts history to reverse-engineer a Blood-Sealing Charm and then repurpose it into a prank hex.
🕷️ THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days and the first war)
Tom’s unhinged enabler. The only one who could say something batshit insane and have Tom genuinely consider it.
“What if we cursed the concept of memory itself?”
“...Go on.”
Never took the Mark because he didn’t need it. Everyone knew who he was and where he stood.
Didn’t care about ideology—he was in it for the thrill, the arcane discoveries, and the intellectual chaos.
Believed in Tom.
Because a distant cousin of his was arrested for performing a common Samhain ritual and he thinks it's very unfair that mudbloods are changing their world
But he also believed in aesthetic terrorism: spells that make people scream without leaving marks. Curses that corrupt beauty itself.
Came from old money and older madness. The Lestrange vaults hold books the Unspeakables can’t even read.
Cassius is the one that unknowingly gave Tom the first book about Horcruxes
Once called Orion his "pretty boy" at school in front of everyone. Walburga nearly jinxed off his hair
Wishes Atticus could manage his grief better but will never say that out loud to anyone
Often buys Hadrian books about new findings in the medicinal field
☠️ POST RESURRECTION (1995)
Survived the first war through technicalities and psych warfare.
Everyone thought he was too insane to strategize. In truth, he just knew when to disappear.
Fought for his fucking LIFE to get Rodolphus and Rabastan out of prison after the first war
It did not work well
Lavender wife was executed (by Death Eaters or the Ministry depending on your source)—he wore black for five years and still flirted at the wake.
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Speaks multiple dead languages. Refuses to translate unless bribed.
Has survived four confirmed assassination attempts. Keeps score like it’s poker.
Misses his wife sometimes—not romantically, but as a co-conspirator. They were genuinely close.
When Voldemort died, he felt nothing but quiet. That scared him more than grief.
Re-reads letters from Tom, even the petty ones. Especially the petty ones.
Often tries to figure out just what went wrong and where...
Did not live long after Rodolphus and Rabastan were gone
But he sent monthly payments anonymously to St Mungo's for the Longbottoms that continued even after his death
Covered their entire bill
Never told a soul
Took all his secrets too the grave
ANTONIN DOLOHOV
Face Claim: Aneurin Barnard
Born: 1925
Wand: Cherry wood, 11", dragon heartstring
Hogwarts Years: 1936– 1943
Favourite Subject: DADA, History of Magic
🕯️ PERSONALITY & LIFE
RUSSIAN!!!!
Pureblood from a well-known Russian diplomatic family with ties to Grindelwald-era politics
Dry humor, deadpan delivery. The kind of man who could threaten your life and you'd laugh—until he didn’t blink.
Amoral. Not evil, just... doesn’t process morality the same way. If you die during a duel, that’s your fault for being slow.
Wildly intelligent. Understood wandless casting theory better than most professors. Also believed “a wand is only a leash with lacquer.”
Secretly poetic. Not in speech, but in the way he notices the world: “The way blood spreads in water tells you everything about a man.”
Not cruel by nature—but completely indifferent to suffering if it stands between him and the mission.
🧊 ROMANTIC LIFE & TRAGEDY
Betrothed at 14 to a much younger Russian girl from a prestigious family. She died of dragon pox around her 6th year.
He never pursued marriage again.
Still dreams of her sometimes, in winter settings where he cannot move or speak.
Never public about his feelings. Maybe loved once. Maybe twice. But no one ever lived long enough to say for sure.
Keeps his betrothed’s death certificate hidden in a grimoire. Opens it every death anniversary. Doesn’t cry. Just sits.
Visited her grave once in the early 60s. Left a thistle and a drop of blood. He’s never been back.
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Came to Hogwarts from Durmstrang after the Ministry “invited” his family to relocate for diplomatic reasons.
(Read: the Dolohovs were getting too close to Grindelwald.)
Initially hated Hogwarts. Found the spells childish and the people worse. But then met Riddle. And Abraxas. And Atticus.
Quickly earned a reputation for:
- Brutal precision in duels
- Speaking in Russian when annoyed
- Disappearing for days and reappearing with blood on his collar and no explanation
Drove professors mad by refusing to take notes. Said memory was “a curse or a blade—you either have it or you die.”
Frequently in detention for “excessive spell use,” but never expelled—because he was too valuable.
🕷️ HE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days and the first war)
Voldemort’s unofficial enforcer. When things needed to be done without hesitation or conscience, Antonin was sent.
Didn’t take pleasure in torture—just saw it as a tool. Precision over passion.
Was the one who refined the Dolohov Curse, a silent, rib-shattering dark curse that he didn’t name after himself. The others did.
Loyal, but not devout. Never worshipped Tom—just respected him. Called him “the mind behind the flame.”
He likes teaching the others curse words in Russian because it's funny
Immediately regretted it when Orion called him a "suka" (means bitch according to google)
His family expected greatness, but got something closer to a ghost. They disowned him quietly when he chose the Knights over Grindlewald's ideology that was setting back Dark Wizards centuries. He never went home again.
Quietly protective of the younger Knights—even if he never says it.
Adores Orion as he always wanted a younger brother(genuniely fell apart at Orion's funeral in 1979, begged Hadrian or Tom to find a way to bring him back)
⚖️ AZKABAN YEARS & POST-RESURRECTION
Went down hard during the First War. Took five Aurors to bring him in. He killed two.
Azkaban twisted him.
Face scarred from a werewolf fight in the upper levels.
One arm slightly warped by prolonged exposure to Dementors while his magical core tried to defend itself.
Was one of the first to rejoin Voldemort in the Second War. Not out of loyalty or because Voldemort broke him out of Azkaban—but out of a sense of unfinished work.
Voldemort trusted him less post-resurrection, but still needed him.
Had no patience for Lucius Malfoy. Thought him a “child dressed in silk.”
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Always has a blade on him. Not magical. Just steel. Just in case.(picked up the habit from Atticus)
Keeps a list of every curse he’s ever created. Annotated, perfected. Some require blood. Some require grief.
Does not lie. If he doesn’t want you to know, he says nothing. Otherwise—you get the truth, raw.
If he likes you, he’ll insult you in Russian.
If he hates you, he’ll curse you in silence.
Never rushes. If Dolohov is walking toward you, you won’t outrun it. That’s the point.
Still occasionally sends unsigned letters to the grave of his betrothed. They are written in ancient runes only he uses.
Reads Muggle war memoirs. Thinks they understand death better than wizards.
Has perfect posture and teaches others how to stand and move like they mean it. (“Your stance is your shield before your wand.”)
Watches the stars obsessively. Knows every constellation. Still whispers her name to one of them and Orion's to his namesake
His hands are rough, scarred, but steady. The kind of hands you’d expect to belong to a surgeon or a killer.
Felt personally responsible for letting Orion slip away from them
When the war ended, and Voldemort died, Dolohov went still. Didn’t run. Didn’t rage. Just stood in the middle of the battlefield and watched the sky.
Was sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss
As a last wish, he visted each Knight's Grave and ended with his betroth's
Was the last Knight to die
LAURENT ROSIER
Face Claim: Louis Partridge
Born: 1926
Wand: Blackthorn, 10¾", veela hair core
Hogwarts Years: 1937 – 1944
Favourite Subject: Charms
🕯️ PERSONALITY & LIFE
French Boy!!!
Speaks fluent French, English, and the language of entitled disappointment.
I see him as someone with a baby face, hence Louis as the fc
Treats off-branch Rosiers like charming but slightly embarrassing lesser nobility.
Genuinely charming—until he’s bored. Then he becomes cutting, cold, and passive-aggressive in three languages.
Proud, dramatic, and carries himself like an heir—even when he’s covered in blood or hex soot.
A bit of a snob, but never without humor. Has a way of insulting people that sounds like flirtation.
Absolutely hates crowds, family gatherings, and mandatory balls. Mostly hides behind the piano to avoid talking to his sixth cousin again.
Always immaculately dressed. Cufflinks, tailored robes, faint perfume (sandalwood and citrus), collar never crooked.
Has impeccable handwriting. Uses a fountain quill. Writes letters with sealing wax embossed with the Rosier sigil.
Drinks wine, not firewhisky. Owns three cursed decanters and a chalice that whispers horoscopes.
🎻 THE MUSICIAN
Keeps a personal violin in perfect condition. Has cursed three people for touching it.
Once hexed a classmate for mocking his bow grip. Said nothing. Just hexed their chair to collapse every time they sat for a week.
Can also play the piano, but insists it’s “too sentimental” and only uses it to manipulate party moods.
Plays for Tom in the dorms—not because Tom asked, but because he noticed the way Tom would pause mid-reading whenever he did.
Plays for the knights and often for his kids and whoever he married
Once wrote a lullaby that functions as a blood-binding spell. Performed it once. Buried the sheet music.
Secretly dreamed of becoming a composer of magical symphonies. Settled for becoming a political weapon instead.
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
His Patronus is a swan—majestic, cold, and deadly when provoked.
Got out of detentions with charm and subtle bribery (once gave a professor a signed first edition of a magical poetry book).
Very much “caught snogging behind the greenhouse” energy.
Was once hexed by a jealous Hufflepuff for flirting with both her friends. He congratulated her on her aim.
Did not take school very seriously
Got people do to his homework for him
Just wanted to play his music
🕷️ THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days and the first war)
All the knights call him "Laurie" except for Tom who just says "Laurent"
Not ideological. Was drawn to Tom because he saw power and wanted to be in orbit of it.
Probably fell in love with Tom in that quiet, painful way a lot of people did. He never expected it to be returned.
Believed Tom had vision. Never thought he’d win—but thought he was the only one worth following.
Probably helped launder gold and enchant cursed heirlooms. You need quiet aristocrats as much as killers.
Took fashion cues from Abraxas, magical theory notes from Atticus, and general “how to be scary without blinking” from Dolohov.
Knew Cassius Lestrange was insane but loved him like an uncle even if he was only one year older. (“You always need one relative you don’t explain to guests.”)
Had a soft spot for Orion Black. Called him “the last good thing we didn’t deserve.”
Never took the mark. No one made him. No one asked him.
☠️ POST RESURRECTION (1995)
Laurent Rosier died 3 years after the end of the first war and left no portrait. It was a suspected suicide.
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
His greatest fear is irrelevance. That he’ll be forgotten once he’s no longer beautiful or useful.
Keeps a box of letters, pressed flowers, and ticket stubs from school years. Won’t admit it.
Once cried in the library after a fight with a cousin and swore he’d never let anyone make him feel small again.
Had kids young. Married as soon as he finished Hogwarts and first kid was born in the next year
I can't decide if he'd be Evan Rosier's grandfather or father but they ARE related like that(I guess depends on the fic you're writing)
Big family because which pureblood isn't related to the Rosiers???
I'm kidding
I think he just has a lot of cousins and many a few branches of the family but Laurent is definitely main line Rosier
Treats off branch Rosiers like charming but slightly less embarassing nobility
Hated that he could not finish off Selene himself after what Abraxas told him what she did to Lucius
Felt so gulity even though it wasn't even him that made the match
Still calls Evan “mon petit oiseau” in private letters, even though they haven’t spoken in years, even though Evan was dead
Laughed his head off when someone told him Evan took out Moody's eye and leg
Leaves parties early. Not because he’s tired, but because he doesn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of watching him leave.
Had a soft heart once. Buried it somewhere between grief, war, and magical expectation.
HADRIAN MULCIBER
Face Claim: Fionn Whitehead
Born: 1926
Wand: Poplar wood, 12", unicorn hair
Hogwarts Years: 1937 – 1944
Favourite Subject: elective - Fundamentals of Magical Healing, Charms
Kindness buried under layers of trauma, legacy expectations, and chronic disappointment.
Struggles with feeling out of place even among other purebloods—he doesn’t want power. He wants peace.
Had a childhood stutter he worked hard to get rid of; it still comes back when he’s emotionally overwhelmed.
Always looks like he just cried or is about to. He hasn't, but give it a week.
Always looks like he walked through fog to get here. Hair damp, collar crooked, but somehow poetic about it.
Eyes look too old for his age. Hands always faintly ink-stained. Robes never quite pressed.
Rain makes him feel better. Walks without an umbrella and lets it soak into his skin like penance.
Dresses down, unlike the rest of the Knights. Thinks “theatrics are for people who want to be remembered.”
Smells like old pages, eucalyptus salve, and candle smoke.
Keeps a small vial of mullein and lavender potion with him at all times for calming anxiety.
Empathic to a fault. Could always sense when someone was in pain—whether they were bleeding or just broken on the inside.
🏥 THE HEALER THAT WASN'T...
Was obsessed with magical medicine from childhood. Collected ancient salves, memorized wand movement diagrams, could recite counter-curse chants by age 11.
His father forbade it. Told him healing was “servant’s work” and "Mulcibers command, they do not cure."
Took Fundamentals of Magical Healing as an elective anyway. Lied and said he was taking Advanced Dueling.
Could’ve been one of the best Healers of his generation. He knows that. That’s the part that haunts him.
Still carries a kit of healing salves and blood-replenishing phials in his inner robe pocket at all times.
The Mulcibers are feared, not loved. Old bloodline, obsessed with tradition, known for violent spell invention.
Hadrian wanted out, but pureblood society is a vice — and his father had eyes in every corridor.
His older brother (dead by the time Hadrian graduates) was the heir. Hadrian was meant to be the scholar.
After the war, Hadrian refused to join the Ministry. Disappeared for a few years. Some say he worked in underground healing wards for illegal duelling clubs.
He would never confirm it.
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Excelled in Charms and Healing, often helping classmates with minor injuries in secret.
Secretly studied ancient healing magic outside of class, fascinated by its potential for restoration and protection.
Hated Potions with a burning passion — not because he was bad at it, but because it reminded him of what his father wanted him to be.
Kept a small herb garden hidden in the Slytherin common room for personal use and research.
Aided Tom with the tutoring groups — covered the healing classes and gave all the money to Tom
🕷️ THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days and the first war)
Didn’t join out of belief, joined because there was nowhere else to go.
Tom saw him as “unshaped clay.” Respected his intelligence, doubted his resolve.
Antonin Dolohov respected him, but told him, “You think too much. You’ll either be the one who survives, or the one who dies first.”
Loved listening to Laurent play piano or the violin
Was often the one patching others up after duels, whether they asked or not.
would brew pain potions for Atticus and try to find ways to make his knee better
Always the first to warn when things were going too far — and the first to be ignored.
Never took pleasure in cruelty. Took guilt like a second skin.
Would send Tom nourishment potions in the summertime because unlike the rest he knew what things orphans went through
Never got married
When his older brother died, leaving behind a son, Hadrian tried his best to raise him but Hadrian's father ended up twisting that and turning Mulciber Jr(Severus' classmate) into a Death Eater
Hadrian began to hate Tom by then
Never took the mark.
Told Tom to go fuck himself by the time the first war started
☠️ POST RESURRECTION (1995)
Hadrian Mulciber died 5 years after the end of the First Wizarding War. Did not leave behind a portrait, only a journal of what should have happened.
The journal was later put into a museum made to honour and remember both wars.
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Writes letters he never sends. Especially to his dead brother.
Is terrified of dying in obscurity — not for legacy, but because he wants someone to say, “He was gentle, when he could have been cruel.”
Collects broken wands. Tries to fix them, like it’ll fix something in him.
Had a crush on someone once. Never told them. Still keeps the flower they gave him in an old herbology book.
Keeps his childhood wand in a box under his bed. Doesn’t know why.
Lived in a small, anonymous cottage and healed those who couldn’t go to St. Mungo’s.
Rumours said he kept the ghosts of those he couldn’t save as company. They were wrong—but he did talk to them in dreams.
Died quietly, in bed, surrounded by half-finished letters and dried potion ingredients.
His name was never cleared because of all the contrasting stories about him.
But the people he helped told stories.
And that was enough.
CAIN AVERY
Face Claim: Nicholas Galitzine
Born: 1926
Wand: Walnut, 10.5", phoenix feather
Hogwarts Years: 1937 – 1944
Favourite Subject: DADA
🕯️PERSONALITY & LIFE
People hc him as a flirt
Idk though but I think I agree. Not to a huge extent though
He’s not the type to seduce you into bed—he’ll seduce you into betraying your morals.
Charismatic enough to be liked even when he’s awful. Wears his worst traits like silk.
Smiles like he knows a secret. Because he usually does.
Flirt? Yes. But not an over-the-top womanizer. He flirts with everyone—because it’s fun, because it’s armor, because it’s strategy.
Cain Avery collects reactions. He doesn’t need you to fall in love with him. He just wants to know he could make you.
📚 ACADEMICS, SCHOOL LIFE & MAGIC
Very well-known in school. Not infamous like Tom—just… everywhere. Hosted the best common room parties.
Liked by professors despite being a low-level menace. Got away with everything.
Had people who hated him—but couldn’t prove anything.
Did not have any actual ambition as he was a third son so he was free to do as he wished
Exceptionally skilled in mental magic. Occlumency came naturally to him.
Good at DADA, great at Charms, scarily competent at subtle dark spellwork.
Never tested for Legilimency, but it’s rumored he was decent at it—used more for reading mood and motive than digging deep.
🕷️ THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS
(school days and the first war)
Join not because of ideology, but because Tom needed someone socially dangerous.
Cain was the perfect face: rich, clever, likable, able to say awful things and make you laugh at them.
Tom never fully trusted Cain. But he used him—Cain knew everyone, and everyone told him everything.
Respected Abraxas for his power, mocked him for his rigidity.
Antonin Dolohov terrified him, and Cain never admitted it.
Was sort of patronizing toward Orion but not in a way that was obvious
Absolutely had a rivalry with one Gryffindor boy who hated him with the fury of the sun. Cain called him “darling.”
Laurent Rosier once said Cain was “the most dangerous man in the room because he looks like he isn’t.”
Saw how dark things were getting long before anyone else did. Didn’t know how to leave.
Often thought about running. Never did.
Disappeared at the start of the First Wizarding War. Rumors say he faked his death. Others say Tom killed him.
One theory claims he left England altogether and now runs an underground magical safehouse in France.
Another says he died protecting a half-blood girl during a purge.
☠️ POST RESURRECTION (1995)
Cain Avery's body was never found. It is debated what truly happened to him but a ring he wore is on display in the museum for the wars right next to Hadrian's journal. It used to be in another display but somehow it always ended up in the case with the journal anyway.
🐍 OTHER HEADCANONS & INFO.
Once fell in love with someone from a half-blood family. Broke it off coldly to “protect” them. Still dreams about it.
Carries a silver lighter. Doesn’t smoke. Just likes clicking it open.
Once snuck into the Restricted Section for a bet. Stayed four hours reading anyway.
Never had any kids but left everything he inherited to whoever "killed the dark lord" (yes that is what was written on his will)
GENERAL HEADCANONS
Originally it was a mix of charisma, academic superiority, shared trauma, and elitism that bonded them. Tom Riddle, of course, was the magnetic center.
They didn’t all believe in the same things. They just believed in each other (or, more accurately, couldn’t imagine surviving without one another).
There were secret meetings, invented rituals, “codes of conduct” scrawled in books, and duels in the Forbidden Forest just to feel powerful.
Their bond was a mix of intellect, codependency, ambition, and the belief that no one else in the world understood them. They were right.
Named after Walpurgis Night—a real European celebration where witches once gathered in the mountains to drive out evil. The Knights? They liked the inversion. They were the storm, not the shield.
The name stuck. It made them feel like something bigger than themselves. Tom fed that myth—spun tales about them being part of a prophecy, the next great magical order, destined to rise beyond life and death.
Some joined out of belief. Some out of fear. Some out of loyalty to a friend who had stars in his eyes and murder in his future.
I feel like they all called Tom “Tommy” when in private up until his eyes turned red because that just wasn’t scrawny, handsome and too smart “Tommy” anymore
It definitely made them sad
Tom used to think of them all as friends until his eyes turned red
The Knights found the Death Eaters name so funny
Tom still called the ogs his knights though(for sentimental value!)
Long silences after arguments. Touches too brief to be tenderness. Knowing glances. And never, ever saying “I miss you.”
They are all mirrors of Tom, or perhaps reflections of what he killed in himself.
Loyalty wasn’t always to ideology—it was to each other.
The moment the circle broke—when one of them died, or betrayed, or doubted—Tom turned the Knights into Death Eaters. Not soldiers. Relics. Pieces of himself, spread across history like horcruxes in human form
By the time Tom became Voldemort, the Knights no longer existed—not as they were.
Some took the Mark. Some didn’t. Some were killed for knowing too much. Others disappeared.
The Death Eaters were followers. The Knights? The Knights were founders.
Voldemort never formed bonds like that again. He didn’t need to. The Knights were both his trial run and his undoing.
Every time he looked at one of them, post-resurrection—especially their portraits or sons—he remembered what almost was.
In the end, they were not monsters. They were boys. Sharp, scared, brilliant boys. And it was the world that made them into something else.
At least three of them were probably in love with each other and never said it.
At least two of them died with the others’ names on their lips.
They never took group photos. They said they’d remember it all. They didn’t.
Some of them were buried in unmarked graves. Others were given marble tombs by families who never knew who they were.
Just a terribly toxic friend group that could have been fixed if at least ONE OF THEM could have learned how to communicate
The war erased them—but the bones of the First War were built on the backs of the Knights of Walpurgis and too much grief
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This was my first time trying acrylic markers. That's my mermaid oc. Her name is uh... Zaire(I forget her name). She has no tragic back story and she's living her best life😭
