chasing the sun

Maren Eseld Teague: 28, mediwitch, (war widow) "A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But, in my experience, most times they’re just what we want to see. Most times, a ghost is a wish."

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“Absolutely” she responded with a nod. “Isn’t alcohol good for wounds?” She then asked with a small smirk. Her mother had been a healer so Marlene learned a few things on the matter, especially since she was always with a scrap on her knee or some sort of injury. Of course she kne that’s not how things worked and drinking alcohol wasn’t a thing for healing the body, but it was to numb the mind and the pain.

There was an extremely thin like between being brave and corageous and being stupid, and Marlene liked to cross it quite regularly. or she used to back in the day when she didn’t have three young siblings to take care of. Her time in the Order had proved that. She would volunteer to anything thrown in her way and she was too proud to let a mission pass. She was also a Hit Witch, and a damn good one, so she did feel qualified to do almost anything. But then again, which dumb teenager wouldn’t feel that way?

She couldn’t help but to chuckle at her reasoning. “And you can be rude back to them” she teased. Clearly, Marlene could have a temper. But she understood why Maren couldn’t be rude to her patients. However, in a bar full of drunk people? Who was stopping them? “Let me buy you a drink” she then said. “What are you having?” She asked curiously.

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@mar-mckinnon​

“Oh, yeah, and it’s even better mixed with pain potions.” Maren rolled her eyes, but she returned Marlene’s smile. Maren could recognize a lost cause when she saw one. Marlene was someone who didn’t want help, at least not yet, so the best Maren could do was give her space and be patient. She liked the younger witch, and she wanted to be there for her when she was ready. Maren knew a thing or two about loss, even more so now than she had two years ago, but she wasn’t going to shove advice down Marlene’s throat.

“Exactly.” Maren winked at the younger witch, then laughed. “But really, it’s nice to be around people who are loud and rowdy because they’re having a good time. It’s a good reminder that life is more than pain and suffering.” Maren saw less of that at her job these days, now that the war was over. More and more her patients were the victims of genuine accidents or simple thoughtlessness, not malicious attacks or suspicious coincidences. It should have been comforting, but it unnerved her more than anything and sometimes Maren found herself second guessing even the simplest explanations. 

In response to Marlene’s offer Maren grinned. “Well, I won’t say no to that. I’ve got this, but I’ll need something in the sugary cocktail category to balance it out.” Maren lifted the glass of blonde ale she’d ordered upon arriving. It had been Caradoc’s beer of choice, generally more interested in hanging out with friends and meeting new people when he went to a pub than actually getting drunk, and Maren was feeling nostalgic. It wasn’t her favorite drink, or even her favorite beer, but it reminded her of him.

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For patronus analysis; hufflepuff, killdeer.

Your patronus is a killdeer! The killdeer is a small bird with brown and white plumage that likes to nest on the ground. They like to eat small insects like grasshoppers, beetles, and caterpillars, and are known for something called a “broken-wing” act to keep predators away from their nests. The killdeer has been said to be symbolic of accepting difference and taking advantage of opportunities.

Having a killdeer as your patronus means that you find comfort in small feats of strength and kindness. The killdeer is a very small bird and yet, despite its size, it is incredibly clever and is able to lure large predators away from its young by pretending that it has a broken wing. Like the killdeer, you don’t need big shows of strength or power to show people your capabilities. You don’t need to buy people fancy things to get them to like you, instead you remember their name and smile whenever they walk by. You understand that you don’t need to revolutionize the world, because the small things you do, like tipping waitresses and standing up for your friends, are more than enough. This represents many Hufflepuff traits, including acceptance and kindness. You understand the strength in being small, in being different from others, in being part of a smaller group. You recognize this and you accept it! You show that it’s okay to be different and it’s okay to show your strength in your own unique way. Everyone is different, so it’s okay that everyone has different capabilities. Sometimes, you might find that your small acts of strength are overrun by those bigger and more powerful than you, no matter how hard you try. Don’t worry! The killdeer is here to help you fight those enemies who you feel hopeless against. Though you might not match them in physical strength, you and you patronus excel in speed and intelligence. As a patronus, the killdeer will help you show your strength in every fight, and will help you prove that everyone is capable of showing strength, no matter how small they are.

-Jinxy (apologies for the lack of GIF)

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ofemine​:

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“And that is why you’re my favourite friend.” Emine murmured with a smile. She never felt like she had to explain herself to Maren. The other woman just got her. Of course, she knew that her friend would also be excited that Emine had been the one that had suggested going out. Emine usually didn’t like going out, choosing instead to stay at home, and invite people over. But, things were feeling pretty rough lately, and she just wanted to escape for a little. That was why she had suggested this muggle bar. They could escape the wizarding world for a little, and right now Emine really needed that.

“Of course I do….” She teased, as she too looked through the menu. Over the years Emine believed that she had gotten to know Maren pretty well. It was why she had picked this bar of all the muggle locations that she knew. Emine had known that her friend would be able to find at least one drink that she had liked. “Oooh….”  She murmured, reaching to point out a particular cocktail. “That sounds yummy. I love me some pink gin.” 

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“Oh, I’m touched.” Maren placed a hand over her heart and smiled. Though she usually tried to avoid using words like ‘favorite’ or ‘best’ as she loved and valued all of her friends, she and Emine had been close for a while now. They’d met in the library while still at Hogwarts, and since Caradoc’s death Maren found herself spending more and more time with Emine, who’d never been one to press about feelings. It was what she needed now more than anything with Caradoc’s birthday just a few days past. “But tell me, what prompted this little adventure? Because if someone is doing a better job than me of tempting you out of the office I need to learn their secrets.”

Maren leaned over to look at the cocktail Emine was pointing to. “Oh yes, that sounds very Emine.” For herself Maren tended to stay away from dry liquors, favoring rum, tequila, and fruity liqueurs. Her incurable sweet tooth tended to crop up, insisting on something with little to no bitters and creative simple syrups. “Oo, this one had tequila, Cointreau, and curacao. I’m definitely starting with that.” Maren flagged down the bartender and ordered the drink.

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where: Maren’s cottage in Wales when: June 1983 who: Maren & @xofalice​ au: Maren was pregnant when Caradoc disappeared

When Maren realized she was pregnant, she’d wanted to give up. The appeal of just crawling into bed and never again emerging had been enormous, and for the first time she’d sympathized with her father. Ultimately, that had been what shook Maren out of her funk. She refused to let her child grow up wondering why they hadn’t been enough, just like she had. So she’d forced herself out of bed and got her affairs in order, with the help of a great many healers and, at one point or another, all of Caradoc’s family members, and she was so glad she had. Meredith, called Merry by Dilly with such conviction that everyone in the family had picked it up, was Maren’s heart. She was rediscovering the world through her daughter’s eyes and it was helping Maren come back to life as well. 

Being a mediwitch in a small, rural village in North Wales was so wildly different from working at St. Mungo’s that sometimes Maren felt like her life in London was something completely separate from reality. But of course there was overlap, she saw Caradoc in his siblings every day, even stern and stiff-lipped Nia, and the friends who had stood by her through the trials of Caradoc’s disappearance and then her pregnancy and move to Wales were lifelines she appreciated more and more each day. Alice Longbottom was one of those friends and, as a mother of three herself, she was full of advice for Maren, which she accepted as eagerly from Alice and she did Nia and Bethan. Then there were other things that the close-knit Dearborn clan did not understand, but Maren knew Alice would. 

So when Maren received a letter from her grandmother wherein she invited herself to visit Maren, the long suffering blonde had nearly begged Alice to take time out of her busy days as a mother and auror and visit. Maren sipped tea and bounced Merry on her knee while Alice read the letter. Maren had told Alice about the last time she spoke to Jenifer Teague face to face, when Jenifer’s snide remarks and unsubtle implications that Caradoc was not missing but simply skipping out on his responsibility to Maren had resulted in a fight where Maren said things that could not be unsaid. And Maren had also told Alice about Jenifer’s stubborn refusal to acknowledge the fight, how she’d sent expensive gifts when Merry was born and for Maren’s birthday and kept writing to ask when Maren was going to bring Meredith to meet her grandfather and great-grandmother. 

Maren had begun tossing her grandmother’s letters in the fire straight after reading them, but this one was too much to just ignore. When Alice laid down the letter, Maren waited for her response. “So, am I crazy or is she crazy?” Maren’s knee jumped with agitation until Merry babbled unhappily. Maren calmed herself and smoothed the dark curls on her daughter’s head with a soft hand. “But she’s crazy, right? I live in a one bedroom cottage with an eight month old and haven’t spoken to her or returned any of her letters in almost a year.”

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Where: A Muggle London Cocktail Bar

When: Mid-May

Who: Emine and @mareneseld​

“I hope you don’t mind us coming to a muggle bar….” Emine murmured, a smile on her face as she sat down at a table with her friend. She’d been to the bars in Diagon Alley plenty of times, and someone at work had mentioned this cool bar in muggle London. And ever since Emine had wanted to try it out. She wasn’t the most social of people, but it was different with Maren. And, she really did like a good cocktail. So it had made sense. And she knew that when she’d had enough, Maren would understand. It was why they were such good friends.

“A work colleague said that they have great cocktails here.” She continued, grabbing one of the cocktail menu’s and beginning to flick through it. “We can always head back to Diagon Alley later.” Though she hoped not. Sometimes she liked escaping from the Wizarding world, even just for a little bit.

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@ofemine​

“Of course I don’t mind.” Maren laughed. She’d grown up with a foot in both worlds in Falmouth. She’d attended a muggle primary school before her mother died and her grandmother pulled her out. And even after that she’d done her best to keep up with her muggle friends. Maren found it fairly easy to slide between the magical and muggle worlds, so a non-magical cocktail bar was roughly the same for her as a magical one. She was far more excited that Emine had proposed going out herself instead of having to be cajoled into leaving the auror office. 

Maren grinned and picked up a menu of her own to rifle through. “And you know I’m a sucker for fancy cocktails. Oo, especially when they have sugar on the rim.” Maren didn’t like to flash around the fact that she came from a wealthy family. She generally thought her grandmother was a bit of a snob, that things that were more expensive weren’t always better, and that a designer label didn’t confer any special value. But she wasn’t immune to top tier patisserie or a high end cocktail.

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mar-mckinnon​:

Marlene recognized Maren immediately, the woman had patched her up so many times that she lost count. All those times she couldn’t go to St. Mungo’s given that her injuries were caused by Order duties, she would go to see Maren and she would patch her up just as good, if not better. After her parents and siblings deaths, Marlene couldn’t afford the luxury to mourn her family properly, because she and her twin brother were now the responsibles for the little ones. So she kept on working, taking care of her siblings and crying herself to sleep. 

From time to time she would go out for a drink, when the burden of her job and the guilt she felt for her brother’s death was too overwhelming. So here she was. “On the contrary, this is exactly where I should be” she responded, speaking close to her so she could hear her properly. “What are you doing here, though?”

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“Is that so?” Maren raised an eyebrow skeptically, but her voice was more teasing than judgmental. As a mediwitch it was her responsibility to help people who wanted to be helped and provide as much expert information as possible. But she didn’t believe in browbeating her patients, it was up to them what kind of risks they wanted to take. She only got forceful when caregivers endangered children, and she would never accuse Marlene of that. Maren didn’t know the younger witch terribly well, but she knew she was only reckless with her own safety. There had been a particularly memorable incident when a petite, red haired witch had dragged Marlene into Maren’s apartment and not stopped berating Marlene for taking unnecessary risks until Maren gave them the all clear, at which point she pulled Marlene into a fierce hug. It didn’t escape Maren’s notice that the other witch hadn’t had a scratch on her.

“I came for the ambiance. After being around people who are grumpy and rude because they’re in pain all day, it’s nice to be around people who are grumpy and rude because they’re drunk.” Maren joked with a smile that was only a little brittle. She’d been doing better, recently, feeeling a little less like a shattered vase put together with tape and string, but Caradoc would have been 31 this month, and somehow that had brought home the fact that he would never turn 30 more than anything else so far. So she was in search of distractions, but that wasn’t something she talked about with even her closest friends, and certainly not something she would burden Marlene with.

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where: Frank’s office when: mid-May who: Maren & @loyal-longbottom​

“Why are you eating lunch at your desk?” Technically, Maren wasn’t allowed to just wander unannounced into the Head Auror’s office. But she had made friends with Frank’s new secretary as soon as he got the promotion, and they let her know when he wasn’t busy. “You know there’s real sun out there today? Like the actual thing in the sky, not magic windows.” Despite being a healthcare professional, Maren had no grounds to lecture anyone on diet. More often than not her meals were fast food, pre-packaged, or sometimes both, and despite having a fairly nice kitchen in her flat she rarely used it to make anything other than coffee. But she did at least know the importance of fresh air and sunshine, taking breaks outside as often as she could.

“Your secretary says you have a whole hour for lunch and no meetings until an hour after that, we should go for a walk.” Maren did not wait for permission before crossing to Frank’s desk and beginning to pack up his lunch; they were long past such formalities. She waved the food in front of Frank as if she were trying to tempt Piskie with a treat. “Come on, you’re not a vampire, sunshine won’t hurt you.”

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Maren Teague: Deep Dive pt 3

What is your character’s most prized possession? 

It’s such a delicate thing. A thin band of yellow gold, three brilliant but tiny stones that don’t even add up to 1/4 of a carat. It’s low profile, would never get in the way or distract attention. It’s perfect. It arrived two weeks after the funeral with a note from his sister. “I figured you should have this, since it was supposed to be yours anyway.” She’d been so terrified to open the little velvet box, somehow both completely sure what was in it and absolutely shocked by its existence. They’d never discussed it, not even in passing, not even as a joke. He always let her take the lead and set the pace, but there’d been something about his easy patience that made her feel like he knew how their story would end, like he knew it would be a good one. It had been enough to make her forget she already knew how all love stories ended. So far she hasn’t been brave enough to wear it, other than the one time she put it on just to see if it would fit. She hasn’t told anyone about it, hasn’t acknowledged its existence beyond a note thanking his sister, but she can’t help but wonder who already knows about it. How many of their friends did he spill the secret to, all excitement and confidence, sure she would say yes and eager to get the asking over with? She wants to know, but she doesn’t. She wishes his sister had just hawked the damn thing, pocketed the money, and never brought it up, but it’s her most precious possession. She keeps it hidden in the back of a drawer, but she takes it out to look at it at least once a day.

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Maren Teague: Deep Dive pt 2

What style of clothes does your muse wear? 

Maren’s wardrobe blends comfort and femininity. She’s fond of soft, well-worn jeans and sensible shoes, but she likes to pair them with airy blouses in pastel colors. Her favorite color to wear is white, because it sets off her signature red lipstick and draws the eye to her bright pink hearing aid. Her go-to shoes are a pair of white canvas sneakers that she replaces when they get worn out. She doesn’t wear jewelry often, as it gets in the way of her job, and she typically has her sleeves rolled or pushed up to facilitate quick hand sanitizing when necessary. She finds her wispy blonde curls annoying and usually has them pulled back in whatever she feels is working best on any given day, be it a braid, a claw clip, a bun, etc.

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Maren Teague: Deep Dive pt 1

Does your character have any pets? If yes, what type? 

Maren did not grow up in a pet friendly household. Her grandmother thought pets were messy and disgusting, so Maren was not allowed to have one, not even when she left for Hogwarts. Although she had classmates who thought it was incredibly weird, Maren didn’t particularly mind not having a pet. When she moved to London after graduation, Maren had no plans to alter her petless state. She figured she’d be too busy with her mediwitch training to take care of another living creature. That all changed one day when a friend dragged her into Magical Menagerie. Maren took one look at the strange little cat, ugly as sin with too big ears and weirdly bumpy fur, and had to have it. She knew in her heart that no one else would love the bizarre little creature, so she had to. When the pet shop employee explained that the cat’s breed was a Cornish Rex, it felt like fate. Maren took the cat home and named her Piskie, not yet realizing just how apt that name would turn out to be. Maren quickly learned that Cornish Rex cats have a talent for trouble, and Piskie proved to be just as mischievous as the pixies she was named for. There is a certain extent to which the cat is the bane of Maren’s existence, but she also loves her fiercely. She’s recently begun taking Piskie for trips out and about London, hoping the adventures will expend some of the cat’s destructive energy.

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Where: St.Mungos

Who: @mareneseld​

With staff numbers lacking over the recent weeks during the night shifts; Andromeda had been forced to leave her green house behind for the odd shift to tend to patients. While she treated everyone with an equally kind disposition; it was always those that she was treating that had choice words to share. Both to her face and to other patients and healers whilst she was not present. Having left the room to gather a plant to make a potion from, Andromeda had caught her name once again coming from her patience’s room all with colourful words to join. Misused words were always spoken about Andromeda Black; all of which she was akin to. Whispers of who she was, who she appeared to be or should be had haunted her like shadows all of her life. Really should she be so disheartened that the jaded words followed her even long after her demise from the Black name? 

Silently turning away from the door to leave, the witch was admit trying to block away heinous words when she bumped into Maren. “Oh- Maren- forgive me..” The witch spoke as she steadied herself and the plants that were in her hands. “Fine.. yes truly thank you. Merely listening to something that is not prevy to my ears. Forgive me, if you’ll excuse me- I believe my presence is not welcomed within this particular ward. If you would be so kind as to assist Miss Selwyn with her needs then I will gladly depart.”

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@dromedax​

Maren had worked at St. Mungo’s for nearly ten years now, first as a trainee then as a full blown mediwitch. She was a fixture of the staff in many ways, and a lot of people had come to rely on her. The managers knew she could always be counted on to work a night shift and wouldn’t complain if she was asked to pull a double. The other healers and mediwix who worked the wards knew she was good with problem patients and tricky injuries. This was how she ended up called to the third floor in the middle of the night for what some of her coworkers liked to call a “Teague Special.” She could hear the dull roar of her new patient as soon as she hit the hall, but it wasn’t until she was almost on top of the door that she could make out what was being said. 

Maren had been so focused on trying to pick apart the words echoing around her that she hadn’t noticed Andromeda’s heel-turn until it was too late. She helped the other woman steady herself and her plants with a gentle smile. “Don’t mention it, we’re all running around like chickens with our heads cut off tonight.” Maren narrowed her eyes at the door as her hearing aid finally picked up the patient’s monologue. “Selwyn, you said? That’s an unfortunate coincidence. But if she can be this loud and this coherent in her complaints, then I don’t think her injury’s too pressing. Why don’t we step out of the hall and you can give me a run down of the situation.”

Maren guided Andromeda toward an empty room with a gentle hand on her shoulder. She truly did want to get Andromeda’s take on the case, she always preferred to hear from a healer or another mediwix that read a chart, but she also wanted to give the other woman a chance to compose herself. Andromeda was not someone Maren had known especially well at school, but as soon as she chose Ted over her family she earned a permanent place in Maren’s good books. “Now, what are we looking at a potion gone wrong? Improper handling of a magical plant?” The two most common problems that landed a patient on the third floor.

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the leaky cauldron

It had been a particularly brutal raid and instead of going home, just like the healer adviced her, Marlene did what she always did. One drink before going home. Her uncle and the house elf were there, they could take care of her siblings, but there was always a deep sense of guilt that made her need to be there. Oliver was four and he had developed this habit of passing to her bed in the middle of the night, the experts said that it was normal. Now, her baby brother saw her more as a mother than a sister and to Marlene that was definitely not normal. But what was she going to do? Kick him out? She didn’t have the heart to do that. So Marlene would just let him in her bed.

However, being home was excruciatingly painful for the Hit Witch. So many memories. There was not a day she didn’t miss her parents, let alone her eldest brother. But she didn’t want to think about that, so she took a long drink of her beer. It was then when she felt a presence sitting next to her. Marlene let out a heavy sigh and spoke. “What?” She asked since it was clear to her that the other person wanted to talk to her, if not, they would’ve picked literally any other of the available seats at the bar.

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@mar-mckinnon​

It wasn’t unusual for the end of a shift to find Maren at a bar. There had been a time when she’d wanted nothing more than her bed and the quiet of her own apartment when she got off work, but that had changed, slowly then all at once. Caradoc had often tempted her to go out after work and she’d found lively company was an unexpectedly fun way to wind down from a long day. These days, she was usually just avoiding being home alone with nothing to do, and since it was too late now for an excursion with Piskie, she made her way across the city to the Leaky Cauldron. 

The lighting was dim, the music was loud, and the crowd was louder, all of which would make it difficult for Maren to carry on a conversation, but easy for anyone to fade into the background. Tonight, her plan was the latter. At least, it was until she spotted a familiar blonde sitting at the bar. Maren hadn’t been particularly close to Richard McKinnon, but they’d been close enough in age that she’d recognized his name in his obituary. And she knew Marlene from the order. The younger witch had been a frequent flier in Maren kitchen, needing to be patched up at an alarming rate, at least to Maren. So she ordered a beer then claimed the stool on Marlene’s right. “You look like someone who shouldn’t be here.” Maren was quite familiar with the signs of a hit wix fresh out of Mungo’s, and Marlene was showing all but the very worst of them.

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Maren Teague: Introduction

Basic Information

Full Name: Maren Eseld Teague Nickname(s): typically called Teague by her coworkers or Mare by her friends, Maren will respond to just about anything, including frantic hand waving Age: 28 Date of Birth: 4 January 1955, 11:55am Hometown: Falmouth, Cornwall, England Current Location: Greater London area, England Ethnicity: white Nationality: English Gender: cisfemale Pronouns: she/her Species: human, witch Orientation: bi Religion: agnostic Occupation: mediwitch at St. Mungo’s Living Arrangements: a respectable flat that is neither small nor large, rundown nor high end Language(s) Spoken: English, BSL* Accent: Cornish, light Left or  Right Handed: left

Magic Information

School Attended: Hogwarts Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Blood Status: halfblood Wand: pear, unicorn hair, reasonably supple, 11 ¼” Patronus: killdeer Boggart: Caradoc, alive and well, meaning he was not taken from her but chose to leave Amortentia: salt air, cedar, vanilla, coffee Quidditch?: never played on a house team, but is good for a pick up game Prefect?: no O.W.Ls: Potions; E, Charms; O, Herbology; O, Transfiguration; E, Defense Against the Dark Arts; E, History of Magic; A, Astronomy; A, Divination; O, Care of Magical Creatures; E N.E.W.Ts: Potions; E, Charms; O, Herbology: E, Transfiguration; E, Defense Against the Dark Arts; E, Divination; O Favorite spell : episkey Magic they wish they were better at : her potions, while not shabby by any means, are not where she’d like them to be

Physical Appearance

Long hair or short hair? : medium, about shoulder length Hair color, and is it natural or dyed? : light blonde, natural Eye color : dark, greyish blue Plain clothes or colorful clothes : plain and comfortable Tattoos? : watercolor tattoo of Caradoc’s patronus Are their ears pierced? : yes, just once in each lobe Any other piercings? : no Jewelry that they wear regularly : gold studs in her ears What sort of clothes do they wear in public : simple clothes that balance comfort and practicality with femininity What sort of clothes do they wear at home : pretty much what she wears in public Favorite outfit : her white canvas sneakers, a pair of comfortable jeans, and whichever white blouse is her current favorite; always accessorized with red lipstick Do they paint their nails? : no Do they need glasses? : no

Health

Physical Ailments: deaf in right ear, hard of hearing in left Neurological Conditions: none Allergies: none Sleeping Habits: Maren’s sleep schedule is highly irregular, she works long hours and odd shifts and spends more of her free time than she should out with friends. it’s not unusual for her to get less than five hours of sleep in a night Eating Habits: Maren’s eating habits are very much influenced by her lifestyle, she goes for what is quick, easy, and convenient above all else. she also has a habit of losing track of time and skipping meals, or substituting a cup of coffee for proper food Exercise Habits: Maren has no exercise routine, but she’s a goer and a doer and leads an active life Emotional Stability: medium-high Sociability: high Body Temperature: warm Addictions: none Drug Use: none Alcohol Use: creeping up

Personality

Positive Traits: self-possessed, articulate, hopeful, forthright, brave Negative Traits: obdurate, single-minded, brusque, willful, disillusioned Goals/Desires: to make the world a better place, to help people, to look after her friends Fears: abandonment, falling in love Hobbies: art (painting and drawing), baking Habits: talking with her hands, tucking away stray curls, turning her head slightly so her left ear is facing whoever’s talking Messy or organized? : organized Do they use bookmarks? : yes Cooking or takeaway? : takeaway for expedience Night out or night in? : night out Relationships or flings or neither? : neither Do they have any collections of things? : her mother’s old records

Favorites

Weather: nice Spring weather Colour: white Sport: quidditch Beverage: coffee Food: pastries Animal: cocker spaniel Favorite subject in school : Divination Favorite magical candy : chocoballs Favorite band : Fleetwood Mac

Family

Father: Daveth Teague Mother: Viola Teague, nee Sayer Sibling(s): none Children: none Pet(s): a calico Cornish Rex cat named Piskie Relationships and Connections Relationship status : single People they admire : pretty much all of her friends, for one reason or another Someone they’ll talk to about anything : Frank, sort of (she doesn’t talk to anyone about Caradoc) Someone they couldn’t live without : no one Do they want to get married? : no Do they want kids? :  no Someone they wish things had turned out differently with : Caradoc; some days she wishes he were still alive, some days she wishes they’d never met Someone that makes them laugh : lots of people, Maren laughs easily

Little Secrets

Biggest regret : how much time she spent resisting her feelings for Caradoc Someone they fear : Maren is incredibly apprehensive of Dumbledore and his rise to power Someone they could kill : n/a, Maren is not capable of killing Someone they miss : her mother, Caradoc Someone they resent : the death eaters, Dumbledore, her father Something they’re embarrassed about liking : Divination What did they want to be when they were younger? : a mediwitch Secret they consider to be their “big secret” : she has yet to tell anyone about Caradoc’s ring

All About You

Character’s favorite feature : her sense of style Character’s least favorite feature : her hair One thing they’re really good at : taking care of others One thing they’re really bad at : taking care of herself One thing they wish they were good at : music Do they collect chocolate frog cards? : no Can they play an instrument? : no Can they cook? : yes

Extra

Zodiac Sign: sun; capricorn, moon; taurus, rising; aries MBTI: ESFJ Enneagram: 2w1 Temperament: Melancholic Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Primary Vice: Envy Primary Virtue: Charity Element: Earth

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minsithewolf​:

Phelan had reminded her that stealing was illegal and that she needed to be careful, but Minsi had mostly tuned her out. Fenrir had different rules for his pack than wizarding society and she lived by Fen’s rules. She knew that he would be proud of her for whatever she got, whether it was money or information. And it certainly wasn’t her fault that wizards were so oblivious to what was happening around them. Of course they didn’t have her heightened senses that she had spent years honing under Fenrir and they lived in a world that was ruled by morals. They didn’t see things for the taking the way that Minsi did. The packs way of life was superior to these humans that were so focused on doing what was right or wrong. At least that was what Fenrir said. Minsi was admittedly curious about the world that she had never really been a part of, but she tried to not seem too eager. Then Fenrir might restrict her access to Diagon Alley again and she had been enjoying her newfound freedom. And that would be terrible. 

Nodding her head at the other woman’s comment, she offered her a smile. “It’s awfully nice out, don’t you think?” She asked. At her offer to share a table, Minsi picked up the bag that she was holding, threw the wallet back in and brought it over to the table and sat down. “I would love that,” she said with a smile. “I’m pretty sure I dropped my sunglasses somewhere, oh well,” Minsi mused with a shrug. “I’m Minsi,” she introduced. 

@minsithewolf​

“It definitely is. I know everyone loves a crisp fall day, but I think there’s nothing for resetting your perspective like the first nice weather in spring. The rain dries up and the clouds roll back and it’s not so cold that people feel like they have to speed walk whenever they’re outside so they don’t catch a chill. Especially when it comes after a long rain or a big storm, it’s the best feeling in the world.” Growing up in Cornwall Maren saw plenty of storms come howling in off the water, and she liked to think that made her uniquely suited to appreciating good weather when she saw it. She’d learned not to fear storms, but she never enjoyed them like others. For Maren, storms were about the moment they ended.

Maren was pleased when the young woman accepted her offer. As she sat down, Maren pulled off her sunglasses and offered them across the table. “Here, you’ll be looking into the sun, anyway.” She could have just as easily offered to switch seats, but it would be harder to read the young woman’s lips if she were back lit. if the sun was shining on her, her face would be clearly lit. Still, Maren didn’t quite catch the name the other woman offered. “Sorry, Mitsy? Can you spell it?”

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ofemine​:

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Days off were unusual for Emine. She was a self proclaimed workaholic, and spent most of her time in the Auror department. She’d been there even more lately. Things were not going well in the ministry, and she wanted to make things better. Emine didn’t exactly know how she was going to do that. But it involved currently working as much as possible. She was getting nowhere though, and she knew she needed to take a break. So she had begrudgingly agreed to take a day off. Just one day off. And she did have some errands to run, so it was needed. Even if she really did not want to take it.

And maybe, even though, she was off duty, she could still look for suspicious things. She’d come to Diagon Alley, and ran her errands. Picking up some new ink and quills, grabbing some new books. And now she was heading for an ice cream. It was always a treat she liked to have when she went to Diagon Alley. She really didn’t know what she wanted, until she saw the ice cream of one of her friends. “Oh Maren sorry. Ignore me just blabbering away” She mused, speaking more clearly. “I asked what flavour that ice cream was. It looks divine”

@ofemine​

Maren’s accident occurred when she was nine, nearly twenty years ago at this point, so she was well used to living in a hearing world. She’d gotten over the embarrassment of asking people to repeat themselves a long time ago and she no longer hesitated to remind people to look at her when they were speaking so she could read their lips. Still, it was alway easier to talk to someone who was already familiar with the etiquette of carrying on a conversation with a hard of hearing person rather than a stranger, so she was relieved when she realized it was Emine standing by her table. They’d become friends back at Hogwarts and remained close after they each graduated, so Maren was confident she wasn’t in for an awkward conversation full of miscommunications and casual ableism. 

Maren was surprised to see Emine out and about, usually she had to be pried from her desk and dragged out of the auror office kicking and screaming, but it was a pleasant kind of surprised. Maren was dedicated to her work, but she still thought work life balance was important, and she thought Emine’s was way off kilter. Maren was typically the one to pull Emine's head out of her work, so she was pleased to see her friend outside of the office of her own accord. She smiled at Emine and held the cone out to her. “German Chocolate Mocha, it’s better than sex. Wanna try it?”

[lambmary]

Where: Diagon Alley Who: Minsi & open

Minsi darted down an alleyway clutching the bag that she had just lifted off someone. It wasn’t her fault that the woman had been stupid enough to leave it unattended on the table. She was practically begging for someone to take it, especially since it was an expensive looking bag. If she hadn’t been the one to take it than she was certain that someone else would have. Coming out of the alleyway and into Diagon Alley proper, she disappeared among the crowd of people shopping. Spotting a table near a restaurant, she made her way over to it and put the bag down on the table and started to quickly go through it, looking for money and anything else that she could use. Pulling the wallet out she started to go through it, hoping for a decent amount of money.

Feeling the sudden prickle that someone was watching her, she turned an spotted someone watching her. Whether they knew what she had done or not was unimportant. “Looking for my sunglasses,” she lied with a smile. 

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@minsithewolf​

Maren usually wasn’t one for sitting outside of a restaurant. The hustle and bustle of a busy street always made it difficult for her to carry on a conversation, but today she was eating alone, and it was one of the first nice days of spring. She was minding her own business when frantic movement the next table over caught her attention. Maren watched the girl digging through the purse with a furrowed brow. The two didn’t match. The bag was clearly very expensive, the sort of thing Maren’s grandmother would waste money on, but on the other hand, the girl was wearing well-worn clothes that looked like they could have very easily been second hand. Maren wondered where the girl’s family was, that she was reduced to stealing purses and hoping for loose change.  

When the girl looked up, Maren offered her a kind smile. Since the girl was facing Maren, she was able to catch enough of what she said by reading her lips. “It is a good day for sunglasses.” It was the kind of sunny day that seemed brighter than it actually was for following a long stretch of grey and rainy days. “Are you here for lunch? We could share a table.” There was no reason to make the offer, it was a little past time for the lunch rush, but no one was quite ready for dinner yet. The other tables outside were empty, as were most of the ones inside, but Maren wanted to talk to the girl, maybe build some trust and give her some help.

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The day after a full moon was always a long one. Maren’s supervisor liked to schedule her for the night shift when the moon was full and every little scratch and scrape turned into a house call to a frantic parent or spouse or friend who was sure their loved one had been bitten. Maren knew it was a sign of respect, an acknowledgment of her talent for handling onerous patients with poise and grace. She would never not want to be good at her job, but it was still tiring. There had been a time when the day after the full moon, as the one day a month Maren was guaranteed to have off, was a day for sleeping in and relaxing with a book, or one of her mother’s old records. She’d looked forward to it, then, but now any down time she had was a curse. 

These days, Maren spent her time off running errands, or seeing friends, or even, when she was particularly desperate, traveling down to Falmouth to visit her father and grandmother. Maren had never been a particularly idle person, but now she couldn’t stand to be still. If she had nothing to occupy her time, she had nothing to occupy her mind, and her thoughts were dangerous when unoccupied. So she had to keep herself moving, and this month that looked like running errands that she’d been putting off specifically for today. So far she’d been to the apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, Madam Pimpernelle’s, and Magical Menagerie. She’d stopped by Fortescue’s for an ice cream break when she realized someone was hovering over her table. She glanced up. “I’m sorry, if you said something I didn’t catch it.” By way of explanation, she gestured to her left ear, where her bright pink hearing aid was hard to miss. She’d sat with her bad ear to the wall, but there was a lot of background noise and that always made it harder for her to pick out specific sounds.