edgar bones, prey, sat across the table from her, the leftover of a carefully invited tea gathering to discuss current events. she knew theyâd all leave soon - but one. the curious one, the ambitious one, and she relished in the victory of her plan ( so far ) in that hidden porch, light dimming by the second. â ever since st. mungoâs and the muggleborn registry ordeal, people whisper that bagnold is too radical. does that never scare you ? that her messes drip into you and your prospects ? â conversation between te two often went like that, seraphina INTERVIEWING him. they both secretly knew for what job. // @edgrbnes
â i had that, â she says, and the words are spat from her mouth like a weapon. almost as sharp as the daggers sheathed in her sleeves, the knives in her boots. almost as sharp as her gaze, which is currently intensely focused on her friend, practically spitting fire. she swallows, and wipes her hands on her shirt, smearing it with blood. leaving hand prints, imprints of finger tips. â you donât have to save me. i have everything under control. â
â your idea of control is a bit too chaotic for me, bella. â she says with ease. the terrifying lestrange beast didnât faze her, never had, and sera looked almost proudly at the corpses on the ground. they bled too much. it was rather annoying, but certainly pleasing to watch - damn her logistical side thinking about the bloodstains. â i know you like it rough, but getting your throat cut is just a step too far, no ? â a smile, with a small hint of softness, coloured her lips as the death eater nudged one of the dead men with her booth.Â
to walk near ground where people â muggles â were allegedly killed was rather haunting. mary had little proof that it had happened, that this place was a site of bloodshed motivated by horrible beliefs, but still â she felt uneasy. despite the feelings of dread mary kept walking, determined to get something out of a quick interview with seraphina selwyn ( @seraselwyn ). if what she suspected had happened here, she had to find out. she was tired of all the death, especially of death of defenseless muggles, who stood no chance against magic. and so she rang the bell at the fence, letting her auror-like expression wash over her face â she had to appear objective, impartial, like someone who was just going to ask a few questions to rule out any suspicions. still, she let her hand brush over her wand for a moment, just so she could feel a bit more calm.
she knew itâd happen one day. someone would, for a reason she couldnât comprehend, take interest in the disappearing and dead muggles near selwyn estates and investigate - theyâd get nothing out of her. at least, nothing they could use against her in front of the wizengamot. seraphina saw the young woman get nearer through a window, and half of her wished to rush outside and give her a tour, linger around in the places where curious eyes and hands had wandered too far in, the other was still, regal, untouched. with a flick of her wand, the gate opened, and a house elf rushed to the main door, also wide and waiting for mary, but it was dark inside the entry hall. it was as if she was being invited into her own demise. something eerie in the air. seraphina stayed in the sitting room, reviewing some sheets of parchment, tea by her side, simply waiting on the auror.Â
â what i do inside my classroom is not a debate on morals and philosophies. those muggleborn students, â the staff meeting at hogwarts had been rather focused on the letters of four sets of complaining parents over their children not being allowed into wizard art., â couldnât undestand the material nor could they care about it - thereâs a muggle arts class right across the hall. i simply told them which would be a better fit for their abilities. â // @ofminerva
â are you done? â he asks, an eyebrow quirking. cloud grey eyes focusing in on her, an intensity hidden behind a pale gaze. he comes up behind her, but is still carefully making sure that he remains in the shadows, away from sight, hidden from the all too prying eyes of the onlookers. the hungry masses. â taking the direct approach? well, if only i could afford that. â a hint of a smile tugs on his lips, amusement laced in his voice. a twinkle slowly slipping into an otherwise cold gaze.Â
she spares him one quick glance before her eyes refocus on the crowd. evan doesnât warrant a reply quite yet. â i urge you to write to the ministry now, make sure everyone there knows that thereâs action to be taken, for the sake of our society ! â cheers, applause, booing, it all mixed up together as she turns around to hide in the same shadows as the man, right behind the podium. she looked prestine, as if she hadnât been rilling up a crowd just then. â well, we all have our roles to play. itâs a tragedy, really - youâd look mighty on a stage. âÂ
unlike those rebels without a cause, disturbing society over âmuggle and muggleborn rightsâ, the rallies organised by seraphina were meant to enlighten those around her and at last bring some TRUTH to the discourse - as such she stood in that small podium at hogsmeade, a crowd in front of her, her voice booming and soon to be followed by others. just a regular wednesday for selwyn. â we were a closed society, and we THRIVED. look at us now ! buying THEIR products as our businesses and markets rot away, listening to their music and going to their plays as investment in wizard arts gets smaller by the day ! losing everything that attaches us to our culture ! âÂ
auror protection. sheâd scoffed at the words then, and sheâd scoff at them now - how dare they consider her so WEAK as to need protection from such a useless group as the aurors ? unable to stop even the smallest of attacks she perpetrated behind a mask ? but theyâd insisted, after hexes had been thrown in her direction in the street, as retalliation from the op-ed thatâd just been published under her name at the prophet. the usual. except now she had a dumb little soldier following her around ( temporary, until this wave passes, they told her ). oh, but sheâd do her best to give kingsley something to report. â come along, mr. shacklebolt. â a smile appeared on her lips as she opened the front door to the house. â iâm in a hunting mood. have you ever hunted ? â // @shcklebolted
SERAPHINA SELWYN is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HER official job is as A WIZARD ART TEACHER AND BUSINESS OWNER. the THIRTY-TWO year old PUREBLOOD is known to be DUTIFUL and ARDENT but also SADISTIC and DOGMATIC. some might label them as THE HUNTRESS. fc: abigail spencerÂ
THE SELWYNS:
inter lutum duro mundus. i will stay clean in the mud. this sentence shall greet you in every gate into a property of the old and noble selwyn family, and you can find it in stone work by the houses, in the ancient wooden framing of portraits, in the archives, filled with letters to loved ones with the gentle reminder that the selwyns will rise above any perils. itâs a message of comfort that even seraphina sometimes writes in such tempestuous times to her relatives.
the selwyns are the symbol of old money. and i do mean old. their records, with some alterations to the spelling of the family name, go back centuries, but some books claim them to be amongst those taught personally by hogwartsâ founders. the selwyns are very meticulous about history, especially THEIR history, what they can hide in it, what they can boast about, and how to keep careful records of everything. their archives are precious for wizard historians, and can often be found as references in books.
the selwyns are also, or even, above all, symbols of tradition. while theyâve always kept building newer better houses, theyâve protected their oldest estates, and use some of them as museums of wizard history, just like weâd visit old castles and palaces. they turn good profit from all their estates, in which many people work, especially but not limited to house elves, and all sorts of countryside things you can imagine create money. farming, honey, wood, cattle, wine, cheese, horse raising and the raising of other more magical animals. the selwyns have quite the empire in the united kingdom and even some spots abroad.
one specific tradition that has kept the family very relevant has always been the annual hunting celebration. started in the 1680s, it has evolved but rather stagnated in the last century or so - only purebloods are invited; it happens at, since the 19th century, at the selwyn country house in north yorkshire; itâs a must-go october event, pouring rain or not, with large feasts set outside and inside; children run around with pretend wands and sticks, playing hunter; those old enough ( read: about seven or so and allowed by the parents ) leave into the woods with bloodhounds and return with all sorts of death. deer, bore, magical animals, killed, skinned, and cooked in the same event. women tend to be divided, some families keeping them at the houses, gossiping away, others letting their powerful heiresses and matriarchs hold out their wands for tradition. thereâs always one selwyn woman left behind to keep order.
the selwyns are just so deeply embedded in wizard traditions and wizard history, even with very very very few of them ever having ministry related jobs. in fact, seraphina can only trace a few more distant cousins working at the ministry in the last 50 years, and thereâs only ever been a selwyn minister. that is because their estates, their museums, the art pieces they collect in them and all the products of their country side holdings already provide all the power and money they could need.
CHILDHOOD:
it was this simple: alma and octavio selwyn couldnât have any biological children. after years of trying, it became obvious that there was some sort of problem. for a few generations, the before rather fruitful selwyns were having smaller and smaller batches of children, and many less important branches of the family were dying out - alma always blamed it on the classical pureblood inbreeding from both families.
this is the part when i make shit up about wizard society and we run with it. adoption is very real in pureblood society, some cases fully hidden, others an open thing, but no one really talks about it. especially not when it comes to such an important and well respected family. it wouldnât be the first time the selwyns or other wizards would have adopted a baby. itâs just tabu because in most cases, itâs not possible to fully confirm if the child is, in fact, a pureblood. the selwyns were assured by the orphanage for wizard children in toronto that the little girl, less than three years old, was a pureblood. their meticulous research lead to the same vague conclusion. one change of name ( robin, sheâs been told, but itâs forbidden now ) and all of a sudden she was the long awaited heir to the fast aging couple. they were head over heels with the little girl and soon, despite the hints of controversy, so was most of pureblood society.
there are questions in her mind that sheâs yet to have the courage to ask. especially those concerning the legitimacy of her blood status. sheâs the heiress of the selwyn throne, there is no space for doubts and self reflection in that.
despite the occasional transgressions ( she remembers the way her mother slapped a cousin who dared to question her princessâ very pure blood, how never again did the cousins from switzerland visit again ) seraphina grew up rather sheltered and happy. in a family that highly values education and tradition, she was tutored by many, including some of her fatherâs old tutors, learning many languages, types of art, magical theory and, above all, the legacy of the selwyns and how to manage it in the future. she also learned all the fine skills of a high ranking lady, being sent for short periods of time to wizard finishing schools abroad - that all changed when her hogwarts letter came.
suddenly she wasnât sharing her environment with other rich, powerful and mostly pure blooded little heirs. but she would stay clean in the mud. sorted into ravenclaw, it was an easy fit ( curious, competitive, a hub of knowledge, in everything for herself no matter how many backs she must stab ) but even her generation was too liberal. too many mudbloods complaining about being beaten by other students. too many blood traitors around her. seraphina was never the overly violent type ( despite having throw some jinxes at some people occasionally, and even slapped a muggleborn girl whoâd dared insult her ), but her real accomplishments were the many groups she started while at hogwarts in defense of a return to tradition, to the good old society in which muggle borns were ostracised, werewolves done away with eugenics, all the things that even in her time could be considered somewhat radical. and she got some following. dumbledore kept shutting them down, calling the groups hateful, and sheâd calmly reply that they were simply trying to spread out some important philosophies.
seraphina, or sera for the close ones, didnât need high grades. she had been groomed to run the many family businesses, starting with small sections when she was still at hogwarts and in the future to inherit it all, but she CRAVED learning, especially the sort of learning that could feed her views. she was very interested in history of magic and magical theory, and after some time caring for the family business, she returned to hogwarts. not quite full term ( damn binns taking up the position of teacher of history of magic ) but as the professor for one extracurricular - art. or rather, wizard art.
PRESENT:
sheâs been teaching for a handful of years now, taking some off and returning again, never fully committed as her responsibilities to the selwyn name are far more relevant. her knowledge of wizard art history given how many pieces her family owns secured the position for her, and she does genuinely enjoy having something to call her own, not just a family thing. itâs HER classroom. she also investigates the blood status of each of her students and after strings of terrible marks and rudeness to muggleborns, tells them she believes theyâd find a better fit at the muggle art classes. her agenda is VERY much pushed in the classroom.
her love for history is a bit twisted because while she does adore archives and all that stuff, she mostly just picks and chooses what goes along with her rhetoric. history revisionist? very much. will probably write a few books on it soon. is writing one right now. and will DEFINITELY write one about the first wizarding war, a very controversial one.
her second biggest passion, after history, is hunting. she was brought on the annual hunts ever since she was just a little kid and she grew a love for the rush of searching for something she wanted and getting it, even with blood on her gloves. i guess this, mixed with her very strong views on tradition ( in which muggles do not belong in society ), really made her an easy catch for voldemort.
the selwyns have been associated with dark wizards before, but rarely ones this important, as they always feared theyâd try to overrule them, overthrow the mighty family. their houses, however, were always safe harbours for dark wizards and those running from aurors - it is rumoured that grindelwald hid with the selwyns for quite some time as he organised his army. but seraphina always wanted to do something more, to leave her particular mark in the long family trees, especially given the little voice in her head that told her she did not belong there.
not being a selwyn makes her want to be the most remarkable selwyn that has ever been.
she was twenty five when she joined the cause officially, her views so interesting and strong that voldemort took it upon branding her with the dark mark and keeping her in his close circle almost immediately. her techniques are curiously vicious, and she truly approaches missions like fox hunting, loves letting some targets lose in forests and running after them. brings in dogs and other animals to scare them off. is very methodical and very cruel without a care - after all, they are an infestation. they are stealing places that belong to the truly worthy of magic, the purebloods such as her. they are ruining whatâs meant to be a sacred and secret gift and destroying the great society wizards once were. how can she not be cruel to such sub-human kinds?
thatâs why she does what she does. she believes, with her whole heart, that sheâs restoring the world by ridding it of all those impurities. and sheâs so hellbent in her beliefs, so dogmatic.
has killed muggles who have somehow wandered into or near selwyn grounds despite all the spells around it. has thrown them to the dogs.
currently mostly lives in one of the smallest estates, a country house in wales, just because it was always her favourite. her parents, both still alive, live in other estates, always moving around, and the three ( along with a few cousins, especially in the abroad businesses ) work together a lot but itâs very obvious that sera is very much in charge of most things. her parents are old, tired, and more than ready to let their very well prepared jewel do as she pleases.
can often be found reading or writing. especially letters. sends the LONGEST letters with a meticulous elegant handwriting. the selwyn family seal is always in them.
still tries to start shit with hate groups !! still founds them, supports them, is very open about her beliefs and about her support of the death eaters ( even if she never tells anyone sheâs one ). sends letters to the ministry to ask for social measures considered by many archaic and purist. writes op-eds.
thatâs the thing, you canât quiet seraphina. her name means fiery and for good reason - sheâs calm and collected and beyond well educated, but if she explodes, her rage is a wildfire. and when she feels something, she feels is so damn much. and canât really cope with most of those feelings so she just hides away where thereâs some pretty art or where she can hold an animalâs corpse.
always wears robes. expensive, custom made, gold thread and that sort of shit in it, but always wizard robes. looks very traditional and very regal at all times.
also wears gloves very often. good for not staining her hands, and also because has a bit of a thing with germs.
the mental image of her grinning has me so confused because she is DEEPLY passionate about things and people and life, but she can as easily be grinning while looking at a 16th century painting, at a lover, or at the tortured pleading nearly-dead body of a muggle
character parallells: ramsay bolton ( game of thrones ), serena waterford ( handmaidâs tale ), the argents ( teen wolf ), tba
