𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 : deciding to attend a major event within an hour of said event is probably inadvisable, but who would have known they'd reach a breakthrough before halloween?
where: great hall, any table that isn’t slytherin’
who: anyone
Despite her best efforts to blend in, Orion was not great at it. She had spent her entire life trying to hide from the rest of the world and for once she wished that this was one of those times where it had worked. But today was not her day, Orion chanced a glance up as she sipped her tea. “Look, I’m aware you don’t know me, but can you just pretend I belong at this table for like two seconds?”
tamsin knew what it was to sink into the background. they were well practiced in the art of turning themselves invisible and becoming the human version of a notice-me-not charm. this, however, made them unusually perceptive when others tried to do the same – the keyword being: tried. clearly the other was not nearly as practiced as they were. "just drinking my iced coffee," they said in lieu of a proper response, bringing their journal up to cover their face, forgetting the ridiculous writing on the front of it that said: how to keep yourself so busy that there is no time left to face your problems.
“i swear to MERLIN they’re going to expel me soon if i have to hex ONE MORE MORON for asking me if the curtain matches the drapes.” the youngest weasley said with a huff, annoyance painted on freckled features, “honestly...i think some students here are never going to grow up. that or they just liked getting their arse whipped. if you promise not to tell on me, i’ll buy you a drink?”
"that sounds like highly privileged information," they say, eyebrows shooting up at the unexpected turn in conversation. one that they were blindsided by, concentrated as they were on their well-read copy of the parcelsian methods for preserving volatile magical components. interesting as the book was, they had to concede the fact that the redhead before them was far more fascinating than their 20th reread of the tome. "people just don't seem to want to earn their knowledge, perhaps they do deserve that arse whipping."
character’s full name: tamsin kana fawley
faceclaim: kaylee bryant
gender + pronouns: non-binary + they/she
age + birthday: 23 + march 3rd
blood status: halfblood
house + year: hufflepuff + fifth year
specialization: alchemy (spagyrics) + theory of magic
extracurricular activities: herbology club, broom racing
4 traits: dreamy, empathetic, generous, oblivious, single-minded
about the character:
the fawley family had never cared to be part of the sacred 28, though circumstances kept them “pure” for many generations; there was no fallout when the heir, tamsin’s grandfather, married a japanese witch and settled there, passing his wizengamot seat onto his little brother. there was no hierarchy based on blood in wizarding tokyo, rather the hierarchy was based on the strength of one’s magical signature and generational wealth – two things that yamamoto kana had an abundance of.
benjiro fawley, tamsin’s father, had not planned to retake the family’s wizengamot seat, however his uncle’s ill health and lack of heir meant the future of the fawley family was his responsibility and rather than attending the prestigious wizarding schools in tokyo he attended aurelius institute where he would meet tamsin’s mother. benjiro had never fully settled into the ways of wizarding uk and he found himself incredibly homesick for his home in tokyo, fulfilling his duties to the wizengamot and the family seat via correspondence.
tamsin has never known what it was like to fit. despite having never lived anywhere but japan, their appearance kept them separate from their peers. and though their father had tried to take them to society events of wizarding uk, as a child they were fluent in japanese, barely passable in french (due to her orphaned, muggleborn mother), and spoke abysmal english, they couldn’t quite find comfort in children who looked like them. it took a conscious effort for them to become fluent in english and french; by then it had been too late. the lines had been drawn and they had already been marked an outsider. while this had been a major cause of despair during puberty, they found that they had no need for people that didn’t outright choose them.
there was no event that triggered their curiosity. no tragic story. they were simply under the influence when the thought occurred to them. they’d always had a talent for transformation magic and an interest in herbology. but under the constellations, knee deep in water surrounded by lotus they were reminded of something that should have been a passing thought. the sacred lotus – a nearly mythical variety that grew only under very specific circumstances. since then they had made it their life’s mission to replicate the perfect environment for the elusive blossom in order to distill its essence in the purest form. in theory, if they could stabilize its magic, they may discover a panacea.
for several years they attempted to carry out their studies in tokyo, but the greenhouses were insufficient. the libraries, though vast, were void of paracelsus’ studies or insufficiently translated and they waited weeks for owls to deliver parcels from aurelius institute which housed a surprising amount of literature on alchemy, spagyrics, and panacea. in the new year of their second year, they applied for transfer and by september they were in aurelius.
there are many familiar faces in aurelius, people they know by name due to the society events they had been forced to attend, but none that would be ecstatic to see them in the halls. though they are not opposed to making deeper connections, they simple do not know how and are hindered by their single-minded focus on their studies. they’re highly averse to large crowds at parties, though they love a small get-together. though they love high-speed flying, they have never taken to quidditch. they always have their magical equivalent to airpodsmax on their ears, though they are rarely ever playing music. they frequent the greenhouses, having commandeered one to replicate an ice cavern and have just surrounded it with the right mix of flora and fauna for the sacred lotus to grow.
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