gideon strolled through the halls after hours, as he normally was most nights. after close to seven years with the same routine, he knew the ups and downs of the prefect shifts well enough to avoid getting caught on a daily basis. there were always off days, and detention was a small price to pay for a walk to calm his thoughts, so there was little that had ever deterred him from leaving the gryffindor common room after curfew. things were slightly different this year for him, however. instead of aimlessly wandering as he did to pass the time, he found himself following a specific path every night now.
he had left the common room slightly later than usual this night. after helping a persistent first year with their charms assignment, he slipped past the portrait of the fat lady, glad that she still snored and slept as deeply as she did every time he went out. he slowed as he finally made it to the door he was looking for, standing just outside the empty divinations classroom he knew althea was waiting for him in. he gave a light knock as he stepped inside. “you didn’t wait long, did you?” @damadiserpeverde
❝I didn’t kill him. I took him to the hospital.❞ gideon gave molly a playful shove, his eyes rolling upward as a grin broke across his face. just returning from helping a slytherin to madam pomfrey’s, he carelessly took a seat next to his sister at the gryffindor table. lunch was his favorite time of the day. he got to eat, spend time with his sister when they couldn’t because of classes, and...well, eat. he immediately started piling food on his plate, taking a bit of everything that was in front of him. “you’d think he had broken his arm, the way he was blubbering.” @mollprewett
“What is your opinion on this year’s most Charming Smile awardee?” She was in her natural state, intently flipping through Witch Weekly while chewing on a piece of gum. Holding up her magazine for the other to see, she continues talking as if this is a matter of great importance, “I mean he’s obviously adorable. But really, do we need any more blondes on this list? This is probably the fourth year that they’ve given the award to a blonde wizard.”
“next one’s going to be gilderoy lockhart.” arthur chuckled, peering over ophelia’s shoulder to look for himself. he lifted his hand to point at the wizard’s face for a second, tapping the magazine a moment later. without even asking if she wanted company, arthur took a seat next to her, smiling at the surrounding ravenclaws. “i think it’s the...fifth? my mom has a subscription. i’ve actually never seen anyone other than white wizards. they say racism is dead, huh?”
✧*:･ﾟ✧ merlin! is that MICHAEL B JORDAN? no, it’s just ARTHUR WEASLEY the SEVENTH YEAR GRYFFINDOR ( PUREBLOOD ). we’ve heard rumors that HE ( CISMALE ) is CHARISMATIC, HUMBLE & PASSIONATE but can also be very SPONTANEOUS, STUBBORN & EXTREMIST. if i had to pick one song to describe HIM it would be LET'S GO BY KHALID. Good luck with the rest of your time at Hogwarts.
so, first thing’s first, this boy is from america!!! born in england, and raised in el paso, texas until he was eleven years old! the weasleys do have their roots in great britain, but moved to the united states when they long ago revealed themselves as “blood traitors.” it was before arthur could even utter his first baby sounds, so living as an ally to muggles (or no-majs, as he knew them) is all he’s ever known.
growing up, he wasn’t so much interested in muggle rights as he was in muggle things. he loved sneaking away with his no-maj friends to watch their movies in cinemas, and asking countless questions when they took him into no-maj toy stores (mostly about why things were so still.) when they asked him why he was so surprised by things that should have been normal to him, his excuse was always that “things are different where i’m from,” referring to england, where he had never been before.
even thought he claimed england as where he was from, moving away from the united states was a big change he couldn’t grasp at first. as the energetic child he was, he was excited, but scared all the same. arriving to england was dramatic to him, with how they drive on the other side of the road, how everybody seemed to know how him and his family, and how different the politics were. arthur almost begged his parents to let him go back to ilvermorny. they refused, of course, and sent him to kings cross anyway, sadly watching their son hide his nerves behind grins and jokes.
arriving at hogwarts was better than he could have imagined. seeing the castle, entering the great hall, being sorted into gryffindor in an instant after the stories his father had told him... it was all too much for him, and at the same time not enough for his adventurous side. he loved hogwarts, still does. he imagined ilvermorny to be nothing more than a small mansion compared to the castle.
arthur came into hogwarts with a mission, and that mission was to learn as much as he could, perform as well as he could, and have as much fun as he could. where the marauders have their reputation as pranksters, arthur weasley proudly holds his head high as the castle’s resident jokester.
there isn’t very much else tbh he’s poor and not great at classes, actually, but he’s happy!!! omg mssg me for plots <3
“I’m sorry?” In all honesty, Lorenz was generally confused, “Did I do something wrong? Did I say the wrong thing, walk the wrong way, think the wrong thing and blurted it out?” He stared at Lorcan for a while, before moving off of the table, “Did I offend you with my presence?” Of course, Lorenz hadn’t meant for the last question to come out as harsh or as mocking as it did. He threw his hands up halfway, “What did I do wrong that made you so mad?”
perhaps it was the fatigue he felt, or the mere presence of somebody else near him, but lorcan was far from being in the mood to deal with a lachner. “you know, aside from the fact that you and your entire family roam the castle as if you’re better than everyone,” he remained seated, looking up at lorenz. a smile crept across his face, his demeanor completely changing. with the smile, and lorenz’s back to the rest of the library, if anyone looked their way, they could assume the two were having a friendly conversation. “when you’re all so obviously not. maybe it was the fact that you disturbed what was otherwise a do not disturb area. i don’t know you like that, and you don’t want to know me like that. buzz off, kid.”
Pulling an empty cup of tea away from his mouth, he approached Lorcan. Holding up in the library wasn’t something he expected the Ravenclaw to do, so he assumed something tragic had happened to him. Or something Lorcan didn’t like happened and he was being a bit dramatic, and if that was the case Lorenz was going to have a word with him about stealing his title. “You shouldn’t hide in the library, Ravenclaw. You’re too pretty for that.” He pushed stacks of books out of the way, walking around the table to stand at Lorcan’s side before perching himself onto the table and looking at him. “Are..you alright?”
with his new blood status came a newfound jumpiness, and when the slytherin all but barged into lorcan’s space, the ravenclaw couldn’t help but turn himself further towards the window. despite his nerves, his voice remained steady, his eyes fixed on the now closed crack in the curtains. “compliments don’t suit you, lorenz.” he looked up once lorenz had taken a seat without an invitation, and shifted in his own chair. his eyes focused on the boy’s face for a second, curious at first, before his gaze hardened. “i’m fine. i was better alone.”
✧*:･ﾟ✧ merlin! is that SAMUEL LARSEN? no, it’s just LORCAN d'EATH the SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW ( HALF BLOOD/VAMPIRE ). we’ve heard rumors that HE ( CISMALE ) is ARTISTIC, RESILIENT & OBSERVANT but can also be very CAVALIER, NIHILISTIC & RETICENT. if i had to pick one song to describe HIM it would be MONSTER BY IMAGINE DRAGONS Good luck with the rest of your time at Hogwarts.
hello i’m mina again, i play gideon on this same blog! this is my second son and the more dramatic and angsty one: lorcan d’eath!
so as many of you might be aware, lorcan is a vampire (uhhh it says so in his app, mina, duh.) but contrary to what jkr has as canon for him being a part vampire, he was actually bitten the summer before this school year and is now a full vampire! his ancestry does have vampire blood in it, but it was so long ago that the genes didn’t affect lorcan. he was super incredible about how he approached the topic and avoided it at all costs, because he hated being tied to something so dark.
his family align themselves with the lesser known name for vampires, strigoi. it’s the same species, but they take more kindly to strigoi than vampire. the d’Eath family is actually one of the largest, and most revered wizarding families in Romania. their influence stemmed from manipulation using their vampire lineage, turning into power stemming from magical skill and monetary influence.
then, one fateful night, my poor boy was ambushed in the alleyway behind his favorite bar in Cluj-Napoca, Romania, his family’s hometown. he stumbled out the back door, too drunk to be aware of what was happening, and was bitten from behind while two other vampires held him in place. unbeknownst to him, it was an attack planned by elder members of his family who still had the vampiric gene in them and believed it had to be passed down in the generations. as the oldest son of his father (the current patriarch of the d’Eath line), he was already the heir. and so, he was chosen under circumstance. his father had been aware of it, as he’s on the d’Eath council, but his mother hadn’t been informed.
lorcan has somewhat of a grasp on his new powers and weaknesses, but mentally he is still struggling with accepting it. his work to detach himself as a d’Eath connected to vampirism and make a name for himself in music was all he aspired to. now, he’s lost in what he wants to do.
he’s heard of a rumored cure and is currently trying his best to find more information on it. since there hasn’t been proof of the cure, resources are scarce and he’s gone so far as to befriend advance potions students to help him search. so far, only one other student knows of his vampirism.
he hasn’t fed on any humans yet, and he doesn’t plan to. he keeps himself satiated by sneaking into the forbidden forest and drinking from animals.
❝Mistletoe!❞ he had momentarily forgotten the word for the garnish, glancing over his potions assignment. mostly muttering to himself, he sat in a far corner of the library, hidden behind stacks of books that blocked viewing out into the other aisles. he shifted in his seat, his train of thought taking a sudden shift as he caught a glimpse of light coming in from the window. he had drawn the curtains to cover it, to allow himself some peace of mind while he studied. the small ray of light traveled from the curtains to the table, dangerously close to his hand. his eyes watched it for a moment, a brief memory of his first stance in the sun as a vampire passing through his mind. the pain, the newness, the loss he felt. his whole life he spent running from what his ancestors couldn’t lose, just to watch his efforts crumble after one foolish, foolish night.
a stray tear ran down his cheek before he could pull himself out of his thoughts. quickly wiping it away, he yanked the curtains shut again, and ducked his head as soon as he heard footsteps nearing. @oflachsandseers
❝That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today.❞ gideon glanced back at daisy as he straightened himself, having just tripped as he tried to cross the girl’s path. they had been walking side by side when he spotted something on her side of the corridor’s floor. foolishly, he failed to wait for her to pass before stepping forward to grab it. “are you okay?” @dazeehookum
Lorcan d'Eath (b. 1964) was a part-vampire singer that was widely fancied by witches. He spent nineteen weeks at number one with his song “Necks to You.”
