BASICS
FULL NAME: Draco Lucius Malfoy Draco – From the Greek name Δράκων (Drakon), which meant "dragon, serpent". This was the name of a 7th-century BC Athenian legislator. This is also the name of a constellation in the northern sky. Lucius – Roman praenomen, or given name, which was derived from Latin lux "light". This was the most popular of the praenomina. Two Etruscan kings of early Rome had this name as well as several prominent later Romans, including Lucius Annaeus Seneca (known simply as Seneca), a statesman, philosopher, orator and tragedian. The name is mentioned briefly in the New Testament belonging to a Christian in Antioch. It was also borne by three popes, including the 3rd-century Saint Lucius. Despite this, the name was not regularly used in the Christian world until after the Renaissance. Malfoy – A French name roughly translating to "bad faith". “The Malfoy family consisted of an ancient line of pure-blood wizards, most of whom attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and were traditionally sorted into Slytherin House. Like many other progenitors of noble English families, the wizard Armand Malfoy arrived in Britain with William the Conqueror as part of the invading Norman army. Having rendered unknown, shady, (and almost certainly magical) services to King William I, Malfoy was given a prime piece of land in Wiltshire, seized from local landowners, upon which his descendants have lived for ten consecutive centuries.”
NICKNAME: No.
BIRTHDAY: 5th of June, 1980
GENDER (PRONOUNS): Cismale (He/Him)
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Some Italian,
WRITTEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Latin, Greek
ACCENT: Received Pronunciation, (England 99)
BIRTHPLACE: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN(S): Sun – Gemini (Charismatic. Uses humor as a crutch. Could talk to a brick wall. Arguments as flirting. Knows a little about everything.) Moon – Pisces Rising – Scorpio
CELTIC SIGN: Hawthorne. In mythology, the hawthorn tree is known to be both divine and unlucky.
PRIMAL SIGN: Seal
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
FORMER HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin
HIGHEST LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Carrow Educated Seventh Year. W.O.M.B.A.T.s, Grade 3. Outstanding. Returned for N.E.W.T.s testing only.
OCCUPATION: Being rich. Unemployed. Malfoy Manor restoration. Attending the rare social event with his mother.
HOME ADDRESS: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England
PET(S): Eagle owl, Hesperis
FACECLAIM AND/OR DESCRIPTION: Troye Sivan. Thin and pale and pointed.
VISUAL REPRESENTATION: Could do with a dose of Vitamin D.
PLOTS
EMPLOYMENT: Something to get him out of the house and away from his thoughts for one moment of the day. He is wasting away. (He’s not really. He’s just absolutely a drama queen.) Could he turn his object repair into a real position at Borgin and Burkes? Unlikely. Could he start a home repair business? More likely. Could he get some ministry appointed position in some terribly funded, ill-respected department like the Spirit Division? Maybe.
APOLOGIES/ATONEMENT: Honest apologies not given out of duty or guilt but ones where he doesn’t hide behind banished unsent letters, where he feels comfortable stalking the streets of Diagon. With no worry who sees him or who says what to him. I’d like for him to apologize with words and make amends with actions, put his wealth and knowledge to something good and worthwhile (and not Ministry sponsored nonsense). Whether this be through volunteering or court ordered community service, he knows the destruction and toll the War took on people. He needs to see how he can contribute to the good of post-war society.
THERAPY: Honest to god, even if it’s muggle, therapy. He needs to accept that while he for sure has fault and takes responsibility for his actions, he was put in a situation a child should not have to endure. He was made to make choices a child should not have to make. This does not excuse the bigotry or (let’s be honest) racism or blood supremacy but he cannot take ownership for every wrong turn he took. Draco needs to accept that while he has done terrible things in his life this does not mean his life is over, he can no longer do any good at all. Get this boy some therapy! Even a portrait psychotherapist would do ! –> Luna Lovegood
STALKER: We keep bumping into each other and now it’s getting weird are you sure you’re not stalking me –> Hermione Granger
RELATIONSHIPS
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demiromantic “Bisexual” Gay
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP(S): Draco/Therapy ✨
PARENTS: Father, Lucius Malfoy. Currently imprisoned in Azkaban. Mother, Narcissa Malfoy (neé Black). On the continent (Summer home in South of France). Currently engaged in philanthropy.
MAGIC
PATRONUS: Ha!
BOGGART: The Dark Lord, alive and well and once again in his home. His parents, wandless– helpless squibs. He, himself, is unable to do anything to aide them.
FORMER WAND TYPE: 10", Hawthorn, Unicorn Hair, Reasonably Springy. Hawthorn, "Makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death." Complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suited them. "Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and it has been generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and one should only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire." Unicorn Hair, Wands with these cores produced the most consistent magic, were least subject to fluctuations and blockages, were most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts, and were the most faithful of wands. However, they did not make the most powerful of wands (unless the wand wood compensates) and were prone to melancholy if mishandled.
CURRENT WAND TYPE: 11 1/4", Rowan, Veela Hair, Hard. Family wand. Sans cane. Sans repaired snake head. Not bought from Ollivander. Rowan, A prized wand wood due to its reputation for protection, generally produced powerful, hard to break Defensive Charms. Rowan was also noted for its believed disassociation with the Dark Arts. Rowan had become associated with pure-hearted wizards, though could also match or even outperform others in duels. There was an old poem regarding various wand woods which went: "rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans". Wixen chosen by rowan wands tended to be compatible with those chosen by elder wands. Veela Hair, Make for "temperamental" wands. It is likely that there are few Veela hair wands made in Britain. Since the only known Veela hair wand is from France, it is likely that there is a wandmaker from central Europe, possibly Gregorovitch, who uses Veela hairs as the cores in his wands.
FLYING ABILITY: Outstanding. Former Slytherin seeker who made the house team his second year bribery notwithstanding. When he quit the team his sixth year, Slytherin suffered through a painful season without him.
APPARITION SKILL: Exceeds Expectations. Rarely turns up where he doesn’t intend to. Hasn’t splinched himself. Yet.
MAGICAL STRENGTHS: Alchemy, a hobby. Dark Arts, taught by both his father and Aunt Bellatrix. Occasional instruction from his Uncle Rodolphus. Was able to cast dark charms by his second year at Hogwarts. Duelling, taught by both his parents and Aunt Bellatrix. Starting receiving formal instruction on dueling practices and etiquette the day after his eleventh birthday. Gliding. Non-Verbal magic, mastered blocking jinxes by his sixth year. Magical repair, see Vanishing Cabinet. Occlumency, taught by Aunt Bellatrix.
MAGICAL WEAKNESSES: Bangs-and-smells magic. Divination. Flying Seahorse Fishing. Herbology, Draco’s eye for detail has never extended to plants. The difference between two or three leaves escaped him. Fungi never held his interest. Legilimency. Vibe, it’s off. Winged horse racing, much to his Uncle Rodolphus’ disappointment.
BEST HOGWARTS CLASS: Charms, received an O on his N.E.W.T.s
WORST HOGWARTS CLASS: Care of Magical Creatures, see Buckbeak. Dropped the class after fifth year.
OTHER ABILITIES: Intelligent, cunning and quick-witted, capable of deducing things and coming up with clever plans based on a small amount of information;
PHYSICAL
HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: White-blond (Malfoy Blonde ™). Coiffed to the side, spelled and gelled up and away from his face. Magically aided to have a slight wave.
EYE COLOUR: Grey. Mercurial. Often squinted in exasperation.
COMPLEXION: Pinched, Pale. Flawless and unmarked by a single spot or freckle or pox.
ETHNICITY: British and French
HEIGHT: 5’11” (180.34 cm)
PHYSIQUE: Slender. Waning teenage muscles due to a lack of exercise.
TATTOOS: Dark mark, inner left forearm.
PIERCINGS: N/A
SCARS: Sectumsempra induced faint zig-zagging raised white lines along his chest and jawline.
CLOTHING/STYLE: Refined and neat, expensive tailored fabrics. (What’s the meaning of a galleon? Draco doesn’t know.) Somewhat muted colors as of late, fond of various hues of blue and grey. Sweaters imbued with warming charms. Dragon-leather shoes, black never brown.
MANNERISMS: Defensiveness: arms crossed on chest, crossing legs, pointing index finger, stiffening of shoulders, tense posture, curling of lip Reflectiveness: head tilted, pursed lips, knitted brows Suspicion: sideways glance, brows raising, lips pressing into a thin line, strict, unwavering eye contact, wrinkling of nose, narrowed eyes Confidence: hands behind back, steepled hands, baring teeth in a grin, tipping head back but maintaining eye contact, chest puffed up Insecurity and Anxiety: hands in pockets, closed gestures, clearing throat, swaying, sighing Anger and Frustration: short breaths, “tsk” sounds, tightly-clenched hands, pointing index finger, rubbing hand through hair, snarling, sharp-eye glowers, shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing, clenching of jaw, heavy exhales
HABITS: reading text on shampoo bottles while in the shower, playing with their hair, touching all things soft, smoking, answering owls back ridiculously late, too early on time at appointments, saying ‘horses’ when they see horses, thinking of a great comeback about four hours too late, taking two steps at once when using the stairs, talking to their pets, lying, interrupting, impulse buying, gesturing while talking, putting hands on hips, doodling, overreacting, pacing
COPING MECHANISMS: smoking, isolating himself, forcing his friends into Muggle London and complaining about it the entire time, knitting, occluding, daydream charms, long hot baths, destroying family heirlooms, repairing family heirlooms, never venturing to the cellars again.
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: Quick-witted – Showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. Animated – Full of life, spirit, energy, or movement. Verbose – Abounding in words or containing more words than necessary.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Caustic – Sarcastic in a scathing and bitter way. Vain – Having or showing an excessively high opinion of one's appearance, abilities, or worth. Senseless or unsuccessful. Irascible – Easily provoked to outbursts of anger. Contemptuously ridiculing or mocking someone or something. Petulant – Childishly sulky or bad-tempered.
HOBBIES: Alchemy. Gliding. Magical object repair. Lounging. Showing off.
INTERESTS: Harry Potter. Magical object repair. Being admired.
DRINK ORDER: Sidecar
GRADUATION SUPERLATIVE: Drama Queen.
CONFIDENCES: Self. Family. Personality. Appearance. Style. Magical Knowledge. Magical Prowess.
INSECURITIES: Self. Personality. Family. Reputation. Past. Dark Mark. Scars. Existence. Chess ability.
MBTI TYPE: Debater, ENTP-T. No one loves the process of mental sparring more than the Debater personality type, as it gives them a chance to exercise their effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove their points. Debaters are the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. They don’t always do this because they are trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, though. Sometimes it’s for the simple reason that it’s fun.
ENNEAGRAM: Type 8, The Challenger – Eights are essentially unwilling to be controlled, either by others or by their circumstances; they fully intend to be masters of their fate. Eights are strong willed, decisive, practical, tough minded and energetic. They also tend to be domineering; their unwillingness to be controlled by others frequently manifests in the need to control others instead. 8w7 wing – Sevens are essentially concerned that their lives be an exciting adventure. They are future oriented, restless people who are generally convinced that something better is just around the corner. They are quick thinkers who have a great deal of energy and who make lots of plans. They tend to be extroverted, multi-talented, creative and open minded. Self-preservation variant. People of the self-preservation variant are generally trying to be comfortable and independent. Their well-being is very important to them, so they pay much attention to their health, house and financial position. They are less interested in interpersonal contact, and are typically less spontaneous and don't show as much emotion as people of the other two subtypes of their enneagram type.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral – A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society.
TEMPERAMENT: Choleric – The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.
DEADLY SIN: Wrath – Uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. Wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. In its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Wrath may persist long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead. Feelings of wrath can manifest in different ways, including impatience, hateful misanthropy, revenge, and self-destructive behavior.
THIS OR THAT
INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT
OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST
LEADER OR FOLLOWER
CONFIDENT OR SELF-CONSCIOUS
CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS
PASSIONATE OR APATHETIC
BOOK SMARTS OR STREET SMARTS
COMPLIMENTS OR INSULTS
COLD HANDS OR WARM HEART
ASSOCIATIONS
COLOURS: Light blues, greys, black, and white.
WORDS: Haughty. Stuck-up. Prat. My father will hear about this.
SCENT:
TASTE:
SOUND:
MAGIC:
WEATHER: Darkening sky before a mid-day storm. Quiet piece of the middle of the night.
FEELINGS:
MEMORIES:
TOUCH:
HEADCANONS
– It’s been difficult for Draco to leave his home since his house arrest ended. It took months for him to feel comfortable around old school mates again, lapsing into the part of stuck up heir with some ease only to be abruptly reminded by an innocent joke or passing comment that things are not as they once were. That there is a missing spot by his side, empty and cavernous but wholefully warm and crackling. Smelling of soot and ash and bright– too bright, far too blinding to look directly at. – He hadn’t gone to Vince’s funeral, choosing to visit the gravesite (the place a memorium, as there was nothing recovered from that blasted room to bury) after the ceremony was done and the mourners had gone home. A shock of blonde shouldn’t draw attention on a day that was not about him. He had enough of days about him, stealing gazes and attention in ways he had only dreamed about once but now couldn’t stand the weight of. This, a simple case of missing a dear friend’s funeral (writing to parents in secret without the embossed letterhead or weighted parchment or family crest pressed into a wax seal) created rule number one of Draco Malfoy’s new world order. – Rule Number One of Draco Malfoy’s New World Order: No going out where he would be accosted. Never going out alone. Muggle pubs, nightlife, anything of the sort was acceptable. The more unwell lit streets with the shitter magical dives could do on a weekday but never a weekend. No returning to the manor, devoid of his mother or any other soul save the remaining elves alone. Always stay over at a friend’s, regardless of your own temper or mood. If your mood was bad, you kept your mouth shut lest you push everyone away as you had done indirectly the previous years. Your friends weren’t around forever and they had no reason to tolerate your attitude any longer. - Rule Number Two of Draco Malfoy’s New World Order: The best way to stave off a terrible mood was occluding. The part of himself that required occluding until numb, a shell of a man– not a man, a boy. The part of himself that required occluding until he was but a shell of a boy was a downer. It meant, in the simplest terms, there were to be no triggering exposures. No snakes. No tall and bald old men to associate with. No fires. No matter how cold or dready, wind whipping through the manor he had once considered home but now was struggling to restore without his mother’s guiding hand. You put on another sweater, still finely knit and rich in color regardless of how dark. You took a bath and closed your eyes and pretended, dreamed. Indulged in a daydream charm or two or five as long as it kept your mind occupied and away from all the sorrow the present still seemed to be filled with. And you avoided, avoided, avoided until you could avoid no more and stormed into your father’s now abandoned study and broke every single thing you could get your hands on. A small trinket or a helmet some claimed was from the bronze age or a gift from a long dead monarch were fuel for the folly he engaged in until he was panting and dazed, sitting upon the floor amidst the destruction of his own making. - Rule Number Three of Draco Malfoy’s New World Order: Never miss tea at Andromeda’s. He hadn’t been invited yet. (Yet being the operative word.) His mother visited her sister now, he first suspected but was now aware. Writing or visiting with tales of Teddy and widowhood and raising a child at her advanced age. Draco couldn’t fight the spite and jealousy that the spawn of a werewolf and a child born to a muggleborn and blood traitor was gifted with love and care, surrounded by family upon family, and would never have to make any difficult choice that wasn’t grander than picking out what clothes to wear for a day or what color to change his hair to. And when that resentment for a baby barely a toddler built, the joy in his mother’s voice he so rarely heard honestly anymore, he locked himself away. Not in the cellar. (He would never go down there again, not after the first time the aurors and the curse breakers laughed in his face at his accusation that they were taking the piss out of Malfoy Manor with their ongoing raids post war.) The east wing held his grandfather’s study, now his own, and he tinkered and toiled with each and every small object sacrificed to his darker moods until they were whole once more. When the objects ran out, he turned to owl ordering. Writing to Caractacus Burke and receiving parcels of unfixable– utterly broken and unmendable sometimes cursed objets d'art that had been given up on. If he could fix these bits and bobs, why wouldn’t he? The worst that would occur is they would stay broken. The best that he would get hurt in the process.












