look who it is, adrasteia greengrass ! the eldest daughter of ares greengrass. she is a seventh year slytherin who is a part of salazar's army. some describe her as effusive, but she has also been called mendacious.
𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐
name : adrasteia fiorentina greengrass
nicknames : adra, adie
age : twenty
gender : cis female
birthdate: sixteenth of august, two thousand and one
birthplace : cambridge, england
nationality : british
orientations : homosexual / homoromantic
relationship status : single
𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐
blood status : pure-blood
school : hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
house : slytherin
occupation : student & co-leader of salazar’s army
wand : yew & dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, reasonably swishy
boggart : the loss of her family’s status
patronus : cannot cast
alignment : salazar’s army
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
zodiac sign : leo
mbti type : entj-a
language of love : physical touch
theme song : me and the devil by soap & skin.
𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂
height : 5 ft 5 in
favourite song : bury a friend by billie eilish
favourite show : hannibal
favourite movie : the woman in black
𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
adrasteia greengrass is one of the leaders of salazar’s army , but you’d never guess that fact from looking at her. she’s effusive , soft-featured and charismatic & manipulates via the never-ending story : loving gesture , hateful gesture.
and — being born into the immense greengrass dynasty — she’s always had a very clear vision of her purpose as part of the family : and it’s quite the family of characters with which to be intertwined , but she makes it work. even if the muggle-born kids make reference to there needing to be something called ‘ keeping up with the greengrasses , ’ who cares what they think ?
( she’s the very definition of daddy’s little girl ; though she loves her mother just as much , her father & her uncle aelius , as well as her grandmother sutton , have always been idol-like figures in her life. so really : is it any wonder she’s ended up where she is now , co-leading the new student-based institution to espouse the family ideals ? )
her father is very protective of her , and maybe she could adequately be described as spoilt , but she’ll never admit to it. she’ll simply charm people with gifts and win them over , because friendship is always of greater benefit to what one might call the malignant party. but she’d go to hell and back for her family : whether that be her father , her sister , her cousin eleanor , or otherwise.
being sorted into slytherin felt like a grand achievement & a confirmation that she truly belongs in the greengrass family. she’s judging you, uncle lincoln. and she’s spent the rest of the time trying to make her father & her family proud. he always said that if you believe in something you ought to stand by it, so . . . this is not quite what he meant.
she knows he wishes she wouldn’t get so deeply involved in something so dangerous. that seems to be a theme amongst the greengrass brothers , wanting to keep their children out of this dangerously brewing conflict. but she’ll be fine. she just knows she will , and he’s got felicity to fulfil his desire for neutrality, right ?
( the signs of young bravado , when you think life lasts forever & you’re untouchable. that the people you know now will be the people you will have in your life forever. such a rude awakening it will be, and it is coming. )
susan could rarely leave the hospital wing during working hours ; if she were to do so, sod’s law states that a serious occurrence would take place while she was unavailable.
and while she may have let go of any desire to follow the steps of her family into ministerial territory ( particularly when the institution seems to be a husk , rotting from within & employing ex-death eaters and followers of cato slytherin’s neo-death eater doctrine ) she definitely hadn’t let go of the pressure to be perfect at whatever life path she did decide to follow. however , there was one exception — one override button — her children. and they seemed to utilise this privilege to encourage their mother to take care of herself , or force her to , if she wouldn’t.
‘ i don’t know what you worry about so much, love, ’ she gazed upward at eddy , wondering how he had grown so much in what felt like so little time. the smile on her features was . . . assisted , if you knew what she meant. and if you didn’t , she wouldn’t be explaining it. ‘ i’m doing okay. ’
‘ are you dealing with the entire greengrass family now ? ’
cecilia rosier — the longest-term pain in theodore nott’s backside, and yet the one with which he seemed the most willing to deal — languished quite contentedly in her best friend’s office doorway ; apparently if you held a library textbook and looked even vaguely professional , you had a fairly good chance at blending in within the castle.
if she’d run into either ares or aelius , one current and one former co-worker , they’d likely have ended her charade out of spite , but it appeared the auror was on a certain run of luck.
‘ your beloved’s been showing me this muggle show called keeping up with the kardashians, and while it is so bloody funny to watch their struggles , the greengrasses make them look functional ! idyllic , even ! ’
Nyx was hidding behind one of the walls at the dungeons, she had planned the perfect prank and she was waiting for her next prey. Her eyes were locked in the potion’s classroom door, wanting to see how the first-years walked outside of their classroom and walked towards her prank. She was really concentrated and she didn’t hear someone approaching her. As she felt the presence of someone standing behind her she took her hand to the person’s mouth “Shhh, you’re going to ruin my whole plan” she said in a whisper. “You have to options, staying here or walk away” she said the blonde with a smile on her lips.
fingers carefully wrapped around nyx’s wrist and pulled her hand away from her mouth ; a deadly calm motion , yet carrying with it an aura that inspired such . . . dread. it was a mistake to attempt tomfoolery in the slytherin dungeons , as it would always bring the head of slytherin out , as though she could . . . sense it somehow. hear it.
( which wasn’t necessarily far from the truth , the natural-born legilimens scarcely having to make effort in order to overhear secret schemes if one was foolish enough to let them linger upon their thoughts. )
‘ option three : you dispel that , or spend the next three nights in detention : more , if professor greengrass sees fit to further punish you for . . . victimising his first years. ’
elias had finished quidditch pratice and decided to go check on his mom, see how she was doing. the man made his way up to his mother’s classroom and entered her office noticing another student there. “you know, i think it’s past curfew, you wouldn’t want to get a detention already.” he stated to the guy. “also, you might be able to push your charm on another teacher, this one, is the best one in the school, it’s not going to work.” he smirked before the guy left. “hey mom.” @paradiisecircus (mom)
elena burke was not in the mood to deal with students’ blathering. not that this was a revolutionary statement ; her suddenly becoming a readily listening ear for most people’s trials and tribulations would have her sons checking her temperature and ensuring she had not been surreptitiously replaced by an impostor. so as it were , elias’ arrival was opportune , and he was somewhat of a saviour to the sixth year ravenclaw boy currently stood in the office of the defence against the dark arts professor & head of slytherin.
( ire was just beginning to tighten her features , a creeping shadow banished by the appearance of one of those she held most dear. the student glanced to the head boy & quickly scarpered , leaving the two burkes alone —
— but not before she was able to sternly intone ‘ the door , ’ to remind the fearful figure not to bolt halfway down the corridor without closing it. seeing how his back stiffened ramrod straight as though shocked by something cold — fear , more than likely — she couldn’t restrain a chuckle. people really were scared by everything & anything she did in this place. )
‘ hello, darling. now tell me , is the appropriate response to such flattery “ thank you, ” or “ i know ” ? ’ she mused , lips forming an easy smile now that her attention could fully rest on her son. ‘ i suppose i have said both now, anyway , and mean both. how have you been ? ’
the invitation included all types of discussion , whether related to the task he had put upon himself or not.
There were a few things an ex-Death Eater couldn’t shake. At least not the actual ones that devoted their soul to the killings of muggleborns and anything that was considered impure to the wizardry race. Susan Bones was just one of the many victims of Voldemort and his followers, having lost her parents during the second war. While he was not the cause, he was there and the fact that the Bones family along with others had survived lit a burning fire in his soul.
His body leaned against the framing of the matron’s office door, located right inside the hospital wing. He didn’t know why in particular he felt the need to stop by but he knew if there was anything to gain this year, it would be torturing those who he deemed unworthy of survival. “Susan Bones, you haven’t aged so well.” Aelius commented, a playful smirk appearing on his face, amused immediately by her reaction. “But then again, I’d imagine with your wife missing, you’d look as terrible as you do.”
if only it were simply her parents , perhaps she’d be more adept at shouldering it all ; less of a modern atlas , all the burdens of the world seeming to fall upon slim shoulders and never ceasing to mount. but no , one of the things that was now upon her — and her children — was the survival of the bones family that aelius greengrass so resented.
no, her family almost exclusively rested in graves before their time : her grandparents and parents. her uncle edgar , his wife and her young cousins , when she was but a baby. and then , of course , her aunt amelia — childhood idol , stern ministry stalwart — murdered when susan was but a sixteen-year-old girl in hogwarts’ halls.
( the death eaters’ vendetta against them in particular had been quite thorough , and she had believed that she would join them throughout the year when they controlled hogwarts. had she endured hell that still haunts her at night ? certainly — and she never spoke of it. not even to cho , and certainly never to her children. but she did not die , and this fact baffled her even in the present moment. )
susan bones was never , had never , been a woman quick to anger. but men like aelius being in positions at the ministry , at hogwarts , trusted to teach the impressionable . . . had they truly learned no lessons from the first or second wars ? how many would she be forced to live through ?
it filled her with equal parts dread and anger.
in spite of this anger , she still flinched — however barely — at the sight of his face , at how he looked at her. at the salt he ruthlessly poured into a wound that would never heal so long as it stayed ; her fist clenched at her side , knuckles whitening, and her voice was frailer , not nearly as authoritative as it had sounded in her head.
‘ if you intend to just hang around and antagonise me with the weakest of the arguments available to you , you ought to leave. we both have better things to do with our time. ’
look who it is, susan bones ! the only child of ophelia palmer and elijah ' eli ' bones. she is a former hufflepuff, who is the matron of the hospital wing, and aligns with the second dumbledore's army. some describe her as gentle, but she has also been called fragile.
𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐
name : susan bones
nicknames : sue ( rare ; disliked )
age : forty-two
gender : cis female
birthdate: twentieth of march, nineteen eighty
birthplace : ludlow, shropshire
nationality : british
orientations : homosexual / homoromantic
relationship status : married to cho chang ( currently missing. )
𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐
blood status : half-blood
school : hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
house : hufflepuff
years attended : 1991-1998
occupation : matron of the hogwarts hospital wing
wand : hawthorn & unicorn hair, ten inches, supple
boggart : losing her children
patronus : black swan
alignment : dumbledore’s army
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
zodiac sign : pisces
mbti type : enfj-t ( the protagonist. )
language of love : physical touch
theme song : jenny of oldstones by florence + the machine
𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂
height: 5 ft 2 in
favourite song : lay all your love on me by abba
favourite show : fresh prince of bel air
favourite movie : the favourite
obsessions : virginia woolf, abba, playing the violin
𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
the bones family — one of the most targeted & sought after families by the death eaters, and susan has lost considerable amounts to war. friends, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, even her own parents ( one wizarding and one muggle ) to the first war ; she was raised largely in the muggle world by the family of her mother , in shropshire , to protect her from the onslaught of murder , and the possibility that she — like her young cousins — would be murdered in the name of the death eaters’ regime.
when she was introduced to the wizarding world , it was through her aunt amelia. a formidable ministry woman ( susan always wanted to be like her, but she’s too gentle, not stern enough to imitate her ) who was present throughout much of her childhood, before she too was murdered in 1996. this deeply affected susan — as many of the other deaths in her family had done.
this dual upbringing has given her the best of both worlds, wizarding & muggle, and this is something which she has always tried to pass onto her children : sometimes to cho’s chagrin, but there is endearment in the exasperation , she thinks.
on the relationship between susan bones & the cheering charm : if she was a little too adept at them when tested, it was — if you asked her — definitely not attributable to practice ; definitely not attributable to being dependent upon them as a coping mechanism.
( she always felt like she had such little control over the world : it always seemed to be coming apart around her head, so she took hold of whatever she could. aspects of herself, and it was rarely good for her. )
but cho . . . cho saw through the facade, always did : which frustrated susan, of course, but she assisted her in getting off them and into healthier ways. it was no fast miracle, and it was a very slow process, which involved far more than just cho alone. her presence was baffling to susan , really , because she thought cho owed her nothing . . . but it was the beginning of a long and wonderful — even if it was often also frequently painful — relationship journey.
after they graduated, they moved in together : roommates. that was what they had to be to the world , even after all they had shared. even when they had children , though they knew better , and that was enough. they knew better , and susan was better : or, as much better as one could be after such significant loss. they moved to wales, not far from where susan grew up as a child , and their family unit was . . . peaceful.
( they married in march 2015 — it was sorrowful when the chang family opted not to come , and — well, susan’s family were almost exclusively in graves. but they were happy. )
until their eldest had a child so young, of course. susan endeavoured to be as supportive and good as she was able to be , but the chaos it brought was quite persistent. being a grandmother at this age certainly wasn’t on susan’s list , but she certainly isn’t going to push anyone away over it.
the only difficulty was when cho and susan’s respective head-and-heart instincts would contradict each other, but each child was able to decide for themselves which path to follow. cho ended up being more like susan’s aunt amelia than the woman herself ever was , but she was by then comfortable enough to choose her own career : working in st. mungo’s.
until cho disappeared , as well as susan’s close schoolfriend justin finch-fletchley , and susan’s worst nightmare — losing anyone else she loved — came to fruition.
( and thus, the old coping mechanisms came creeping once again out of the woodwork. )
she took the job in the hospital wing to be closer to her children — partly based in paranoia — and also to shield herself from her own problems , by dedicating her time to other people’s.
‘ oh — excuse me, ’ she offered a faint smile of greeting, ‘ i’m a bit lost. ’
( katerina’s consciousness of being a famous world-cup winning seeker & player for a prominent british domestic quidditch team was not turned up to high today, it seemed. it was quite normal for teams to scout at matches for up-and-coming quidditch talent to recruit at the domestic & national levels. )
‘ — coach sent me to scout at the match today because our regular scout’s off sick, but i think i’ve been going in circles ! ’
leilani had set up a prank on some salazar army members at hogwarts who tried to attack one of leilani’s muggle-born friends. she just had to wait for them to come walking by, but instead of them she noticed her sister. “no, delilah stop.” she said. “don’t go any further, there is something that isn’t set up for you and i also wouldn’t want to prank you.” she said. @paradiisecircus (delilah)
delilah skidded to a half mid-skip ; the hufflepuff pivoting on one foot to face her sister : suspicious & curious all at once. ‘ what’ve you done ? ’ she asked. not that she’d ever snitch on leilani — she wouldn’t, ever — and anything against salazar’s army members would seem like fair play to lilah. ‘ and, uh, thanks for not pranking me, too. ’
look who it is, katerina vulchanova ! the only child of clara ivanova and pyotr vulchanov. she is a 26 year old professional quidditch player, who is a durmstrang alumni, who sides with neutrals. some describe her as generous, but she has also been called a gossip. they are in hogsmeade because she’s chilling with her teammates.
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name : katerina petrovna vulchanova
nicknames : kat, katya, rin
age : twenty-six
gender : cis female
birthdate: eighth of august, nineteen ninety-six
birthplace : pleven, bulgaria
nationality : bulgarian
orientations : bisexual / biromantic ( female. )
relationship status : single
𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐
blood status : pure-blood
school : durmstrang
house : n/a
years attended : 2007-2014
positions attained : quidditch captain
occupation : seeker for the falmouth falcons & the bulgarian quidditch team ( captain )
wand : sycamore && veela hair, ten inches
boggart : a quidditch accident ending her career
patronus : kestrel
alignment : neutral
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
zodiac sign: leo
mbti type : estp-a ( the entrepeneur )
language of love : physical touch
theme song : siren song by maruv
𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂
height: 5 ft 10 in
favourite song : spektakl’ okonchen by polina gagarina
favourite show : big brother
favourite movie : movie 43 ( hilariously bad. )
𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
your birth : the talk of the industry after the ill-fated world cup. the amount of quidditch talent in that girl’s veins , daughter of two of the bulgarian players who made it to the final of the ‘94 world cup — they tried to keep it as secret as they could , of course , but being a quidditch player in europe is a high status of celebrity. so you grew up in the eye of the cameras, and . . . well, it shows.
you mastered the camera-smile much too young, but it serves you well now, inevitably following in your parents’ footsteps. seventh-year hotshot seeker in the 2014 cup just like krum 20 years before you, but here is the kicker before you return to durmstrang : you win.
( there’s not a triwizard tournament you can beat your parents’ friend at, unfortunately, but they always say you should take the w. )
what they don’t necessarily tell you is that it’s not just power that corrupts. or maybe they do, they just don’t tell you that fame is power, too, and the person you are in the world becomes more and more distant from the person you are inside. they say never meet your idols, and this phenomenon of personal corruption is precisely why.
you’re a gossip, who likes to talk about people, drink firewhiskey, sleep with girls, and spend your money. ( and play, of course : you’re hooked on the adrenaline, couldn’t give it up if you tried or wanted to. it’s an addiction, one of many you’ve indulged in now. ) you’ve got a name for yourself as a heartbreaker, perhaps due to being your teammate’s wingwoman — you’d say he’s worse than you, but it’s a debate — and messy ends to relationships without exception.
( you sleep with boys, sometimes, but that’s more occasional. women are goddesses, men are . . . well, they’re okay. sometimes. )
they say, too, that the british & irish quidditch league is the most competitive. you’ve never been one to turn down a challenge. you’re already the captain of your national team. what about striving to be the falcons’ captain — the falconer, heh — too ?
all this that’s gathering around you isn’t your problem. it might become your problem, but the only thing you’ll really try for is sport ; and after this got in the way in ‘94, you’d think you’d be more wary of cato slytherin’s followers . . . well, not yet.
( it will hit you, one day soon, and you’ll regret pretending to be blind to it. )
“I don’t suppose you’re a student.” It was the young professor’s attempt at a joke, a way to somehow lighten the mood and perhaps even make conversation. He wasn’t the greatest at it, but he was capable of make some if he had to. In this case, he did find it to be necessary. Olive hues examined her carefully for a moment, only to dart down towards his feline companion who now joyfully rubbed himself against her leg. “Just passing by?”
oh —
so perhaps there were no such first impressions , and such came as a wonderfully pleasant surprise ; her natural pessimism jumping ahead of her. living through the things she had thus far would inspire cynicism and hopefulness in equal measure , and it was always a gamble where she would sway on any given day.
( either which way , her heart always meant well. )
‘ what gave you that impression ? ’ cecilia played along , humour humming through her tone, gaze briefly drifting to see the appeased feline. animals had always taken well to her, though she’d no idea why. ‘ oh, i wish i were ; much easier than being essentially chained to work. and yourself ? ’
Draven stood by, watching as his familiar happily rolled around on a small pile of dead leaves outside. Small pieces of them stuck to his long, black fur, Narvi only managing to purr in response to the sensation. That is, until another person nearby caught his attention, in which he rolled to his belly in response. Narvi rose to his paws, stretching for a moment before finally deciding to approach the person, carefully sniffing at their shoe. Draven dug his hands into his jacket’s pockets, shooting the person an apologetic look. “Sorry, he’s a little curious about people.”
cecilia assured, watching the cat play with a vaguely interested expression ; after her own hogwarts experience, the former gryffindor had quickly decided that looking after animals wasn’t featured in her skillset and that she oughtn’t burden another with her companionship ever again. up to this point, she had honoured this verdict, but it was in moments like this that she was most tempted to . . . stray.
oh. he’s one of the lestranges’ kids, which probably means he’s heard all the stories about ‘ that rosier girl ’ from the sacred twenty-eight connections — perhaps even her own family — wonderful.
reputations were quickly ascribed here at hogwarts school of witchcraft & wizardry , and professor burke’s handful of years’ experience as the defence against the dark arts professor & head of slytherin were more than sufficient. there was a running aversion to speaking her name aloud lest it summon her ( much like the late lord voldemort himself ) around the corner , with her penchant for incisive remarks & proceeding almost silently through the corridors , and this was not entirely unfounded.
as the student unfortunate enough to catch her attention while commenting on something — ‘ don’t tell burke i said that , ’ and there was a distinct tone when she was the subject and not one of her sons — would find out, when she indeed glided around the corridor, brows raised:
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