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Welcome to Hogwarts Becky, you have been accepted as Draco Malfoy.

We were excited to see how much thought you put into not just how being in Ravenclaw would have affected Draco, but how much it will continue to affect him as the more dramatic and polarizing events of the future unfold, and we can’t wait to see how he develops -- and who he develops into!

BEHIND THE SCENES:

YOUR NAME & PRONOUNS: Becky, She/Her!

YOUR AGE: 19

LANGUAGE: English

EXPERIENCE: I’ve been roleplaying for about five years with the majority being on tumblr and a large portion of that in the Harry Potter universe.

BASIC CHARACTER STATS:

CHARACTER NAME: Draco Lucius Malfoy.

AGE & YEAR: fifteen / 5th year /5 June, 1980.

BLOOD-STATUS: Pureblood.

SEXUALITY & GENDER: Cis male, homosexual. Though canon depicts repeated instances of flirting between Draco and Pansy I have, personally, always viewed this as the result of a comfortable friendship and a simple way to slot into the roles of ‘King and Queen of Slytherin.’ It’s what his family, primarily his father, would want: a relationship based on power and superiority, a callous and cunning Slytherin girl who will further the contacts and respect of the Malfoy name. Regarding his marriage to Astoria, with the Greengrass family being one of the ‘Sacred Twenty-eight,’ their union would work to restore the Malfoy name in the eyes of the wizarding aristocracy who lost faith in them after Lucius’ imprisonment, Draco and Narcissa’s dependency on Harry’s forgiveness at the trial, and ultimately Draco’s hesitance in the Death Eater lifestyle in his later years at school. (If this is too inconsiderate of canon, though, I’d be happy to say bisexual!) [given what we’ve decided about pure-blooded society and its views on marriage and sexuality, especially combined with the fact that Draco never really seemed interested in Pansy so much as he was interested in the fact that she flattered him, I don’t think there’s anything canonical violated by making Draco homosexual especially with your explanations of his motivation for his actions in canon, so let’s go with your first choice!]

WAND: hawthorn, unicorn hair, 10”, reasonably pliant

BOGGART: Complete Abandonment - Draco sees his father step forward and burn Draco’s signet ring, engraved with the Malfoy crest. Without his father’s guidance and wealth, Draco would be nothing: he would have no one to follow and would be forced to understand the world by his own means. With so many surrounding ideologies in Ravenclaw that conflict those of his family, Draco would be left confused, alone and with no leverage over his peers. To battle the boggart, Draco thinks of his father turning that malice to one of his peers instead: setting fire to Weasley or Potter’s ridiculous hair for example, as he laughs along with Draco.

PATRONUS: Draco cannot form even a weak, silvery wisp of a patronus. If he could, it would be a horse. This horse reflects Draco’s nobility, his companionship with man (and the control man has over him), and the grace with which Draco carries himself.

PET: an Eagle Owl called Henry.

WHO ARE THEY?

Intelligence is, obviously, the reason Draco was sorted into Ravenclaw, and perhaps his quick wit – this is what he tells himself, though he’s honestly not too sure who he is now that he’s spent so long surrounded by students that pride themselves on individuality and acceptance. Behind Draco’s stoic and unyieldingly spiteful exterior, he’s doubtful. His father’s intellect was always put towards scheming and manipulation, something that Draco sought to imitate but, however calculating and resourceful Draco is, his peers are too smart and too involved in their own academic accomplishments to follow blindly in his footsteps. He can’t command a room like he always assumed he would and therefore his selfish, ambitious goals are hindered by a lack of power. Despite this, Draco is determined to remain loyal to the family name and continue to rise in status, collect impressionable followers from other houses (if needs be), and demonstrate his value as a cunning, self-preserving individual, whatever the colour of his tie. If only the blatant independent thought and frequent debates in the Ravenclaw common room (of muggle-born rights and the archaic, problematic consequences of a society distinguished by house and blood-status) weren’t making him think so much.

THE BACKGROUND:

FAMILY: Father: Lucius Malfoy has a demanding, authoritative presence and wrongly assumes himself as more player than pawn in the intricate rise of the Dark Lord. With Draco as his only child, sole heir to the Malfoy Mansion and the influence it carries, he knew he had to mould him to be a carbon copy of himself: ruthless, cunning, and able to tell which way the wind is blowing. It was all going well until Draco was sorted into Ravenclaw, the house of snotty know-it-alls with increasingly perverse ideas of dismantling tradition. Nowadays Lucius recognises that he will have to be more severe in his parenting: strict teachings on the right ways of wizarding etiquette and an appreciation of the aristocracy, hands-on practice of dark magic, introducing Draco to the more dangerous of his colleagues. If his son can’t be a Slytherin, he will certainly learn to appreciate what it means to be a part of the House. Away from his role as a parent he is an influential member of the Ministry of Magic, most notably within the Department of Mysteries, and a Governor of Hogwart’s School. Numerous incidents - such as being embarrassed by Albus Dumbledore and getting caught (though not officially) planting Tom Riddle’s diary on Ginny Weasley - and with speculation surrounding his involvement in the humiliation of a muggle family during the Quidditch World Cup, have led to Lucius being very careful about his position. He is on thin ice and Draco’s success may shape everything. Mother: Narcissa Malfoy, though just as cunning and elegant in her charm and appearance, is more forgiving of Draco’s current position. She loves her son regardless of house and her only qualm comes with the danger the situation presents; she is aware that her husband is a difficult man and fears the constant pressure will have a hazardous effect on Draco. Throughout it all she hopes her son will have as little participation in the Dark Lord’s rise as possible, but she knows this is unlikely – whatever the case, she will protect him. (Aunt Bella: though she’s yet to appear, Bellatrix is sure to be malicious in her mockery of itty-bitty Draco – “this is exactly what happened to Sirius,” she would say, “before his family disowned him and he went mad.” Narcissa is reluctant for them to ever meet, warning Draco that whatever her sister may say, if such a time arises, he is always welcome home.)

APPEARANCE: Draco is sharp from head to toe; a thin frame, pointed nose and glaring grey eyes. His posture is relentlessly rigid and assured, designer shoes shined to an almost reflective gloss, uniform perfectly fitted and tailored to accentuate the angular structure of his body. Though all of this is crafted to suggest severity and superiority, his childlike nature and insecurity are seen in his white-blonde hair, no longer slicked back with a horrific amount of gel, and the treacherous openness of his expression.

TALENTS: Draco is extremely talented in the art of potion-making; though Professor Snape doesn’t hold Draco in as high regard as he would if he were sorted into his own house – often making snide comments about how Draco clearly doesn’t boast the ambition necessary for Slytherin and mocking his father more openly than he would otherwise – he is forced to admire his skill with a cauldron. Snape is still friends, more or less, with Lucius and Narcissa, and Draco is aware that he doesn’t have the upper hand here – Snape could make or break him with a single letter to his parents. Because of this, he has forced himself to work twice as hard to impress the man he had once hoped would be his mentor. Draco also has a knack for flying: despite rumours (that may be true) of Draco buying himself into the team in second year, he has blossomed into a graceful and capable seeker, able to slice through the air with elegant ease and accuracy. Draco struggles, however, with any subject he deems menial and unnecessary for his future career, whatever that may be: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and History of Magic bore him and their usefulness eludes him, so he disregards their importance in favour of his interest in potions, ancient runes and, eventually, alchemy.

HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED:

RESORTING: Ravenclaw is a house of creativity and independent thought, two things that Draco has never personally prided himself on; with the strict regime of Malfoy Manor and habitual idolisation of his parents, individuality appeared a weakness more than anything, something that could leave you ostracised and powerless. His intelligence is undeniable, though; with early tutorage and a love of reading, Draco has knowledge of things that far extend his years and which have earned the begrudging respect of his peers (something that he secretly cherishes, though pretends to disregard). This is also an opportunity to explore Draco’s hesitancy towards the Dark Lord; though he utilizes his wisdom, creativity and resourcefulness in his attempts to prove himself worthy of the Malfoy name, regular debates and careful observation of other students in his house (who talk of things he has never dared consider, who boast such pure passion for magic and progress, who aren’t afraid to question) has led to a certain acceptance of other’s views. Though he would never admit it, Draco has developed the ability to cross-examine and internally dispute some of the trite his father forces down his throat – he’s becoming more typically Ravenclaw by the day, but the desperation for acknowledgement continues to drive him more than anything else.

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry Potter: Draco still resents Harry in this universe, perhaps even more so: Harry is everything that Draco desires to be, infamous, powerful, admired and feared among his peers in Slytherin – the house that Draco should not only have been a part of, but should have led. This jealousy manifests itself in a petty rivalry and biting insults in the corridors, anything from dismissing his status as a pureblood when he ‘doesn’t even have parents’ to mocking his dishevelled (and certainly not wizarding elite standard) appearance. The only issue is that Lucius sees in the Potter boy everything that he should see in Draco: a true Slytherin and a child with the potential to grow into a powerful and influential man. Hermione Granger: Though they share a house, Draco refuses to believe that they share anything else. Granger is a mudblood and an irritating one at that: always at the top of the class, answering questions in that pompous, know-it-all voice before the Professors have even finished asking them. And, no, this certainly doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that she’s better than him in just about everything (as his father consistently mentions in his letters) – he’d just about incendio his hair before admitting such a heinous truth. Though he does find himself studying just that little bit harder when he sees her horrific nest of hair scouring twenty books at once in the common room. Pansy Parkinson: family friends since childhood, there’s no one Draco would rather spout his long list of woes to, especially when Pansy suffered the same embarrassment of not being sorted into Slytherin herself. Hours outside of the common room are spent complaining and laughing at the sea of stupidity that surrounds them in their own houses; it’s a welcome feeling, to have someone in a similar position who almost understands him.

DIFFERENT HISTORY: Born into the affluent and infamous Malfoy family shaped Draco into the sort of brattish, pompous and selfish eleven-year-old boy that only his parents could love. His childhood was spent being pampered by his Mother and his nanny, Polly, and moulded by his father through evening tutorage in the history of pureblood wizarding families, the importance of an authoritative, unmoving presence when socializing with those of a lower status than you, and the loyalty one must have for their family and for those that wish to make the world better, purer, once more. He met people that scared him, celebrated him and, by the time he was headed to Hogwarts there was no doubt in his mind – or the minds of his parents and their ‘friends’ – that he wouldn’t be sorted into Slytherin like the rest of them. When the sorting hat said ‘Ravenclaw,’ Draco remained seated, snorting dismissively. Of course it wasn’t being serious, it was joking, playing on the absurdity of Draco not going to sit with his rightful peers. But then Professor McGonagall removed the hat and sent him on his way to the table shrouded in blue and bronze, surrounded by the claps of the oblivious and the stunned silence of those who recognised his name and where he should be placed. First year was difficult; he was constantly reminded of the life he was cruelly denied by the presence of one Harry Potter, parading through the school with his green and silver tie, a flurry of admirers following his every step. Famous Harry Potter, powerful Harry Potter, Slytherin Harry Potter. It was sickening and he was consumed with envy, acting out more than usual: shouting insults down the corridor and blatantly disrespecting the large majority of his own house that were half-blood or worse. Though his mother assured him that they were still ‘proud of their darling,’ Lucius was not afraid to make clear his disgust: ‘you have disrespected a long withstanding Malfoy family tradition, dirtied our reputation with your allegiance to a group of people adamant in discounting the importance of history in their pursuit of an ignorant future. You will prove yourself loyal to us, Draco, or face the consequences.’ From thereon, he became ruthless in his desire to prove himself as a worthy candidate for the clique of elitist friends his father had been introducing him to (though Lucius still kept many things private, however much Draco liked to pretend he knew everything about the Dark Lord). In second year he badgered his father into bribing the Ravenclaw Quidditch team with new ‘Nimbus 2001’ brooms under the promise that he would dominate over the other teams and demonstrate himself as someone to fear, even after being sorted into the ‘den of geeks.’ With rumours circulating about the heir of Slytherin, Draco became reclusive and bitter – it should have been him – wishing death upon muggleborns unashamedly, desperately. All this was to no avail; Draco spun himself into a withering mess of stress and expectation – he would spend hours upon hours in the library trying to reach top of the class, to beat that insufferable Granger, only to return to his dormitory and violently ignore his peers. Any time he wasn’t studying he was flying and, despite the braver of his teammates attempting to create some camaraderie between them, Draco made it clear that he was only there to win, to excel, not to make friends. The Triwizard Tournament was the perfect opportunity to raise Draco from isolated Ravenclaw to celebrated wizard – he tried everything, aging potions, transfiguration, bribing older students, but this only lead to more time than he thought necessary stuck in the Hospital Wing. Of course, Harry bloody Potter somehow wheedled his way in, and Draco wouldn’t be surprised if it was his Father (so fond of Slytherin Potter) that made it so. Now, going into his fifth year, Draco is finally being introduced to the reality of his family’s involvement in the Dark Arts and the rise of the Dark Lord; his mansion, though not yet headquarters, is a strong base for discussion and scheming. Draco, not old enough or ‘Slytherin’ enough, is not privy to extensive details, but there are whispers that the Dark Lord is not completely dismissive of his worth – Peter Pettigrew, his loyal servant, was not Slytherin after all. He knows that if he does something big, focusses all his energy on putting his Ravenclaw mind towards expanding He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s power, he may finally find the acceptance he craves, the love he once had.

STYLE OF PLAY:

DEVELOPMENT: I’m really interested in seeing how Draco is influenced by other Ravenclaws and how this changes his reaction to the Dark Lord’s rise and his family’s significant involvement. Reclusive throughout his former years at the school, I believe 5th year will give Draco the opportunity to finally step out of the shadows and confront his fears of identity and independence – explore what he wants, be that respect from his Father, a place in Voldermort’s ranks, or academic and intellectual freedom to chase a life he didn’t think possible until he began to observe his housemates and learn of their individual aspirations. Plot wise, he is aware of the Dark Lord’s development and the concern and confidence this has ignited in his parents – I’d like to see how he uses this information; does he hide away, does he try to slyly seek discussion with the Slytherins, or does he use his intelligence and creativity for the greater good? In his current state of confusion, I think all this will be decided and developed by his interactions with others. With Umbridge around, a stern, imposing figure just like his Father, I imagine he’ll be tempted to follow.

INTERACTIONS: I love a decent sized interaction, enough for some dialogue and a brief description of action/emotion. Gif-chats are absolutely fab, though I sometimes struggle with a slow-paced, one-line reply sort of thing! I love to plot and I love the fun of two characters interacting who aren’t particularly friendly with each other (which shouldn’t be hard for Draco) and I really enjoy seeing a begrudging relationship form. I will admit, I am a pretty big fan of Draco/Harry, though I’m open to all ships that have a significant build up and lots of lovely chemistry/tension.

PROPOSED ALTERATIONS:

CANON CHANGES: [thanks again for so generously sharing those extra background details about his family with me it really helped!]

AU CHANGES: n/a

FACECLAIM: n/a

WRITING SAMPLE:

A muffled shriek of laughter from behind the bookcase Draco was currently scrutinising reminded him of a tale his mother once shared, pissed from two bottles of wine and giggling incessantly like he’d never seen her do before. It was something horrific and obscene that he’d considered, at the time, obliviating from his mind if not for the warmth he’d felt upon seeing her smile so unashamedly, inelegantly, while describing the devious acts she and his Father would get up to in the library.

They were all doing it in those days, apparently. The Slytherins, that is. Ambitious and clever so they were, but also downright heathens in the common room, pranking and mocking and parading the halls like Hogwarts royalty.

Draco cursed while pulling a crusted, incredibly large tome from the shelf and dusting the front cover with his sleeve. He sighed; it was the book he was after, yes, but this was hardly the most exciting way to be spending a Saturday evening. Researching. His housemates were certainly doing the same, or else gathered around the tables in the common room bantering about ‘this legislation’ or ‘that piece of art’ and Draco could probably offer some very decent insight if he had the nerve to approach them after four years of outright disdain for the lot.

Suddenly he heard a quill snap at the other end of the aisle and stern footsteps storm to other side, no doubt towards the source of the laughter.

“Would you mind being quiet, please?” a familiar voice hissed, the politeness of the words in no way reflected in the rage of her tone, “we are in the library not some sort of – some sort of party.”

A chorus of sniggers and no apologies followed, but the students retreated and Draco watched as Granger, hair in disarray and face flushed red, returned to her seat. Before he could resent himself enough to stop, Draco was stood opposite, dropping the tome on the table with inconsiderate aloofness and smirking at the way it made her jump.

“Granger,” he greeted, curtly, “though it pains me to say anything in your favour, that display was almost admirable.”

Hermione glared up at him with suspicion. “What do you want, Malfoy? Certainly not to thank me, I assume.”

Draco snorted.

“Please, I wouldn’t dream of it. Nevertheless, I’m going to sit here, with you, and you going to keep your oversized mouth shut about it if you know what’s good for you.”

There, he thought, pushing down the rush of fear and exhilaration such a simple act of defiance brought about, one step at a time.

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