( cis man | he/him | chay suede ) —— isn’t that EMANUEL PARKINSON? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in SLYTHERIN but apparently they now work as a HIT WIX. sybill once said that they reminded her of inked skin, bruised knuckles, genuine laughter, the taste of whisky, you only live once - so live your life to the fullest, a hot summer night, loud music which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit DYNAMIC, HUMOROUS and EXPLOSIVE, they’re TWENTY-SEVEN now but some things never change! i wonder how being a PUREBLOOD is affecting them after school, especially now they’re A DEATH EATER? i guess only time will tell… —— [ ari : eet : 21 : she/her ]
the middle child of george parkinson and madeleine laurent
george and manu never quite got along; the boy was too brash, too curious, didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and was always up to no good. he was always closer to madeleine. manu’s relationship with his older brother was complicated - they had their good moments, but they tended to fight a lot too.
he adores georgie - she’s his favourite sibling and family member in general. emanuel would do anything for her.
at hogwarts, he was known as a the class clown. manu didn’t take anything seriously and was always up for some fun.
he got the dark mark during his seventh year. he’s not as dedicated to the cause as most of his fellow death eaters - it’s protecting his loved ones that he cares the most about. so the moment being a death eaters brings harm to his family, he’d quit in a heartbeat.
he enjoys being a hit wizard; sometimes manu forgets he’s supposed to be pretending.
recently, his mother passed away after a potions accident gone wrong. he’s still grieving and madeleine’s death has only made emanuel’s relationship with his father and brother worse.
he’s always had this ruthless side of him - punch first, ask questions later and all, but ever since his mother’s death it’s gotten even more intense.
he’s an aries sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio rising; type 8, the challenger; estp; bisexual
wcs: best friend, friends, frenemies, ex-friends, roommate, betrothed, exes, flings, past flings, friends with benefits, partner in crime, drinking buddy
viviane was usually a good listener - when she forced herself to be, that is. however, right now it was way too early in the morning and although she appeared to be focused on both the book in front of her and the conversation, she was rather lost in her thoughts, not in the mood for company. “that’s the worst story i’ve ever heard.” she remarked. “you could’ve at least attempted to make it plausible.”
SOMETIMES MANU SPOKE JUST for the sake of hearing himself talk. perhaps that’s why he hadn’t noticed the person he was supposted to be having a conversation with hadn’t responded in the last few minutes or so. he did, however, take offence when the blonde referred to his story as implausible. “ miss, you did not just question my integrity- “ the parkinson dramatically exclaimed, even interrupting the process of rolling his cigarette. “ it’s very much real -- me and dragons, we just get along. sometimes i wonder if i’m working at the wrong field. “
there was a devilish smirk upon thorfinn’s face as he marched through knockturn alley, his gaze landing on each figure he passed. he was on the lookout for some entertainment - something to turn this rather dull day into something more enjoyable. knockturn alley was a good place for him to find someone that won’t be missed, someone he can work his wand skills on, and no-one will come looking. besides, those that also resided down here knew better than to stand up against rowle anyway. as he rounded the corner, he collided into another. “ watch where you’re going!” thor growled, his hands already clenched. “ what are you doing down here?!” “
AT THIS POINT manu considered knockturn alley to be his second home with how much time he spent down there. just as he rounded the corner, the parkinson felt himself colliding with someone. he took of his sunglasses ( it was night time, yes, but fashion was important - so was somewhat masking your identity in such places ). “ my, someone’s on edge. “ emanuel responded, eyeing up the other in an attempt to recognize them. “ i could ask the same thing. “
