Pisces are loyal in their own way. They’ll send a text saying, “I’m here if you need to talk” right as their phone dies. They are always there to listen. It may be difficult for them to not internalize other people’s problems and make them worse in the process. They can be gossips, not maliciously, but because they’re genuinely interested in other people’s personal lives. They vacillate between codependent friendships and needing lots of alone time. Friends can take this as a slight.
To Leos, loneliness is a captive state. It literally binds them to the cage of their own desire. They’ve got a hole inside of them that they try to fill with love, attention, and approval. They want to be loved for who they are. They want genuine connections, but take a long time to learn how to initiate them. They’re always searching for meaning.
Aries tend to be impulsive, impatient, and hotheaded. They do not apologize for their anger. They say “I don’t care” and mean it. They don’t always have the best self-control, so they need to learn how to be more patient.
Addicted to action and excitement, Aries are often the cause of their own turmoil. All Aries want to feel things intensely, which is why they can sometimes be prone to reckless risk-taking. It also means they are often reacting out of emotion rather than from a place of calm clear-headedness.
I GOT MY HEART’S DESIRE, AND THERE MY TROUBLES BEGAN—
𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
“He wasn't in a safe little story where wrongs were automatically righted; he was still in the real world, where bad bitter things happened for no reason, and people paid for things that weren't their fault.” ― Lev Grossman, The Magicians
“He had an air of magnificent melancholy sophistication, as if his proper place were elsewhere, somewhere infinitely more compelling even than Brakebills, and he'd been confined to his present setting by a grotesque divine oversight, which he tolerated with as much good humor as could be expected.” ― Lev Grossman, The Magicians
“Careful what you hunt, lest you catch it.” ― Lev Grossman, The Magician King
MOTHER: Sofia Aurora Zabini (fc: Thandiwe Newton.)
FATHER: A Mystery, at least to Blaise. He just knows it wasn’t Husband No. 5.
STEP-FATHERS: The infamous seven. (TBA.)
AUNT: Alessandra Zabini (Deceased.)
GRANDPARENTS: Caterina Zabini nee Segreti (Deceased) and Dante Zabini (Deceased.)
GODFATHER: Gilderoy Lockhart (honorary family member.)
𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘
FACE CLAIM: Rome Flynn
BUILD: Tall, athletic.
HAIR: Thick, curly, messy - carefully styled.
HAIR COLOR: Black.
EYE COLOR: Golden brown.
SKIN COLOR: Warm brown.
DOMINANT HAND: Right.
ANOMALIES: None. Despite many years of Quidditch he has never had a single scar left behind by injuries and would very much like to keep it that way.
SCENT: Espresso, vanilla, iris, cedarwood.
ALLERGIES: Being ignored, being cold, rain.
FASHION: Luxurious, well-tailored, elegant.
NERVOUS TICS: Probably the least nervous person in existence, his tics are minimal at best. When bored however, he is known to fidget, sigh loudly or do his utmost best to get the attention of whoever happens to be around him to entertain him.
𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊
RESIDES: A townhouse in Cambridge known as “The Nook.” If his friend’s ask, he’s been “renovating” since he moved in. In reality he just likes having the place to himself. All four stories of it.
BORN: Milano, Italy.
RAISED: For the first seven years of his life he lived between the ancestral Zabini estate in Lombardy and the palazzo in Venezia. It was only after the war was well over that the Zabinis moved back to England where his mother’s notoriety made them controversial dinner guests. With a family name like theirs they couldn’t be made pariahs, but with some of the more notable names of British Magical Society amongst her former husbands, they have no shortage of enemies.
PETS: A very loud, very annoying Oriental Shorthair cat named Pothos that was a gift from his godfather before leaving for Hogwarts. Blaise adores it.
CAREER: A Chaser for Puddlemere United, recently traded from the Tutshill Tornados where he was a reserve. Some Tornados fans have claimed this to be a deep betrayal of their team and declared Puddlemere as their new arch-rivals.
EXPERIENCE: A reserve for the Tornados for two years, he was poached signed to Puddlemere at the beginning of the current Quidditch season after one of their Chasers (the ill-fated Wilda Griffiths) was injured in what was supposed to be a pre-season friendly match. Previously played for Slytherin since his third year.
EMPLOYER: Puddlemere United’s manager, Philbert Deverill.
POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Neutral, though his loyalty, if tested will always fall on the side of his friends and family.
BELIEFS: He has very shallow beliefs about the value of blood traitors and muggleborns, but also has little interest in the Death Eaters or being caught under the thumb of anyone if it doesn’t suit his goals. The only thing that truly motivates him is the happiness of his family and friends.
MISDEMEANORS: None that will ever be discussed or proven.
FELONIES: None that will ever be discussed or proven.
DRUGS: Occasionally.
SMOKES: Socially.
ALCOHOL: Socially.
DIET: Strict and highly regimented.
LANGUAGES: Italian, English - his French and German are passable at best.
PHOBIAS: ?? TBD ??
HOBBIES: Gossiping, travel, being exactly as shallow as he pleases without complaints about how he could better himself (thank you).
TRAITS:
+ witty, direct, charismatic, athletic.
- vain, judgemental, secretive, pretentious.
𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
LOCATION: The palazzo in Venezia that belonged to his mother’s fifth husband, the man she has always claimed (with little conviction) was his father.
SPORTS TEAM: Italian National Team, Puddlemere United (by proxy).
GAME: Quidditch.
FOOD: Arancini.
BEVERAGE: Bellini.
COLOR: Gold.
HOLIDAY: Valentine’s Day.
𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈
ALUMNI HOUSE: Slytherin.
WAND (LENGTH, FLEXIBILITY, WOOD, & CORE): Cedar, Unicorn Tail Hair, 13 1/4 inches, swishy.
AMORTENTIA: Oleanders, crocus, orange blossom, cedar oil, stracciatella gelato — smells that all remind him of the first home he remembers, the Zabini family estate in Lombardy.
PATRONUS: Tiger. Blaise may prefer to be underestimated by the people around him, but he has a surprising knack for picking up even difficult charms. His patronus would be a tiger, if he ever put in the effort into learning the spell.
BOGGART: Every insecurity that Blaise would never admit to ever having; he sees a version of himself that is ugly and insignificant, forgotten by his friends and invisible to the world around him.
𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗
MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral.
MBTI: ISTP-A
MBTI ROLE: The Virtuoso
ENNEAGRAM: Four
ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Individualist
TEMPERAMENT: Choleric.
WESTERN ZODIAC: Pisces.
CHINESE ZODIAC: Monkey
PRIMAL SIGN: Cheetah
TAROT CARD: King of Pentacles
FATE IS A VERY WEIGHTY TO WORD TO THROW AROUND BEFORE BREAKFAST—
𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
“Like wine, Provençal magic had its own distinctive terroir. It was rich and chaotic and romantic. It was a night-magic, confabulated out of moons and silver, wine and blood, knights and fairies, wind and rivers and forests. It concerned itself with good and evil but also with the vast intermediate realm in between, the realm of mischief.” ― Lev Grossman, The Magician King
“But it is easier to destroy than to create, and there are those whose nature it is to love destruction.” ― Lev Grossman, The Magicians
“Every morning when he woke up it seemed impossible that he could ever consume another drop of alcohol, but that conviction had always evaporated by five o'clock in the afternoon.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magicians
“He had an air of magnificent melancholy sophistication, as if his proper place were elsewhere, somewhere infinitely more compelling even than Brakebills, and he'd been confined to his present setting by a grotesque divine oversight, which he tolerated with as much good humor as could be expected.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magicians
FACE CLAIM: Ben Barnes
BUILD: Tall, lean.
HAIR: Artfully dishevelled.
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.
EYE COLOR: Deep brown.
SKIN COLOR: Something of Azkaban’s pallor has never quite left him, despite a healthy appreciation for open spaces and fresh air these days.
DOMINANT HAND: Right.
ANOMALIES: The majority of the scars that litter his skin hadn’t been there, before Azakaban, and Rabastan has little to no memory of how he might have gotten them. While the family Healers have made great efforts to ease them into fading, Rabastan has taken to obsessing over the sight of them. The Dark Mark is the other mark that remains, though Rabastan bears that at least, with far less distaste.
SCENT: Ocean spray, bergamot, pears, whiskey.
ALLERGIES: Pumpkin.
FASHION: Fine things and creature comforts are perhaps Rabastan’s greatest weakness after being denied them for so long during his imprisonment. Only the highest quality fabrics and best tailoring will do.
NERVOUS TICS: Being so given to erratic behaviour these days, it can be hard to pick out what exactly prompts nerves in him. Bash does frequently seem to drift off in the middle of conversations, to make sudden and abrupt decisions that contradict earlier ones.
𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊
RESIDES: Lestrange Manor, Buckinghamshire.
BORN: Provence, France.
RAISED: Primarily at his grandparents estate in Provence, occasionally at The Lestrange Estate, Scotland.
PETS: The Beast. If you could really call it a pet.
CAREER: Socialite.
EXPERIENCE: A great many parties.
EMPLOYER: Himself.
POLITICAL AFFILIATION: He sides with the Death Eaters. Politics, however, are something he has little time for.
BELIEFS: 😏🤐☠️
MISDEMEANORS: Well ..
FELONIES: Alleged torture, kidnapping. They never quite pinned murder on him, but not for a lack of trying. Amidst the many other sins he’s committed in the Dark Lords name it could be worse.
DRUGS: Yes.
SMOKES: When necessary.
ALCOHOL: Yes.
DIET: While he has always loved fine things and especially fine dining, his appetite is as unpredictable as his moods in the years since Azkaban.
LANGUAGES: French, spoken mostly with cousins and relatives on trips to France. Bits and pieces of other languages he has picked up along the way.
PHOBIAS: Dementors are his deepest fear, these days.
HOBBIES: Drinking. Socialising. Bothering his family.
TRAITS:
+ Personable, Outgoing, Intuitive, Witty.
- Hedonistic, Melodramatic, Erratic, Weak-Willed.
𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
LOCATION: His grandfather’s estate in Provence, France.
SPORTS TEAM: Falmouth Falcons.
GAME: Winged Horse Racing, Quidditch.
FOOD: Boeuf Bourguignon, freshly baked bread.
BEVERAGE: A good wine. Red, preferably.
COLOR: Burgundy.
𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈
ALUMNI HOUSE: Slytherin.
WAND (LENGTH, FLEXIBILITY, WOOD, & CORE): The Lestrange family have a number of heirloom wands that are tested on their heirs; prior to his imprisonment, Rabastan’s wand was a Sycamore, dragon heartstring, 10 1/2″ inches, supple. This wand was first confiscated, then destroyed by the Auror’s department after the trial. The wand he bonded to after being acquitted of the crimes he was imprisoned for is a Silver Lime with an augurey tail feather core, 11 1/4″ inches, extremely flexible. This wand is .. unpredictable. Much like Rabastan himself.
AMORTENTIA: A fine Merlot, gentle breeze, fields of lavender, fresh bread, fine food and lambs blood. It evokes nights dining al fresco at his grandparents Chateau in Provence.
PATRONUS: He has never produced one and it is highly unlikely he ever will. If he did manage to produce a patronus it would likely be a Hyena.
BOGGART: Dementors have the most visceral effect on Rabastan these days.
𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral.
MBTI: ESFP-T
MBTI ROLE: The Entertainer
ENNEAGRAM: Seven
ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Enthusiast
TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine.
WESTERN ZODIAC: Leo.
CHINESE ZODIAC: Rat
PRIMAL SIGN: Otter
TAROT CARD: The High Priestess.
TV TROPES: Armor-Piercing Question, Obfuscating Stupidity, The Hedonist, Allergic to Routine, Bitch in Sheeps Clothing, Junkie Prophet, “Blackmail” Is Such An Ugly Word.
SONGS: Into the Surf, Foals. In Dreams, Ben Howard.
“Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what’s underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor? Maybe there’s just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she’d ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down.” — The Magician’s Land, Lev Grossman.
𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈
NAME: Nymphadora Patagonia Teodora “Fabiola” Black Tonks. Or, understandably, just Tonks. One of the most excruciating moments of a young Tonks’s life was the dissociative experience that came from hearing Professor McGonagall read her entire name aloud (Baptismal name included, as if they didn’t have enough to deal with, though her dearly departed Godfather’s addition had thankfully not made the cut) stony-faced and with suspicious volume, at the Sorting Ceremony. It was a humiliation that took years to live down, which is probably why a repeat offense at her Auror Academy graduation ceremony broke down her last, tired, moments of resolve. Only her nearest and dearest can get away with anything other than just Tonks these days.
NICKNAMES: Dora. Peuchen. Dorita. Estrellita. (An increasing array of absurd petnames that she bears with varying levels of grace.)
AGE: 29
BIRTHDAY: April 6, 1973
GENDER: Demigirl.
PRONOUNS: She/They
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood.
SPECIES: Metamorphmagus (Wixen).
FACE CLAIM: Daniella Pineda
BUILD: Small but athletic.
HAIR: Variable.
HAIR COLOR: Variable.
EYE COLOR: Variable.
SKIN COLOR: Variable.
DOMINANT HAND: Left.
ANOMALIES: (Everything) Tattoos; a mish mash of stick’n’poke, magical and non-magical tattoos that have been amassing over the years.
SCENT: Roasting coffee beans, oranges, cinnamon, honey.
ALLERGIES: Unemployment. Children under the age of four.
FASHION: Eclectic. Entirely dependent on her moods.
NERVOUS TICS: While she’s gotten much better at controlling her Metamorphmagus abilities over the years, it still takes a tremendous amount of effort to prevent her emotions from influencing them. This means that there are definite tells to be found in her appearance as to what her mood is, particularly in times of high emotional stress. The rule of thumb has always been that the darker her hair is, the moodier she is.
𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊
RESIDES: A flat located above Dogweed & Death Cap, Diagon Alley.
BORN: Porthmeor, Cornwall.
RAISED: A cottage right on the waterfront, Porthmeor, Cornwall.
PETS: None that are hers, specifically. She recently gave a dog to her parents in the hopes it might absorb some of their attention.
CAREER: Former-Auror. Current Head of Security for Club Raven.
EXPERIENCE: Auror’s Academy Graduate, 1994. Eight and a half years as an active duty Auror before suspension.
EMPLOYER: Cavalier Avery.
POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Light.
BELIEFS: Alastor Moody was (and still is) the greatest auror of their time. That blame falls as much on the shoulders of those who fail to take action as those who commit the crime. That neutrality really isn’t an option when there is a choice to be made about human rights.
MISDEMEANORS: She is an officer of the law.
FELONIES: .. In the name of the law? (No.)
DRUGS: She really does care about her career.
SMOKES: Has never once made it through an entire cigarette.
ALCOHOL: Yes.
DIET: A steady diet of leftovers that her father’s filled her freezer with.
LANGUAGES: Spanish, English. A creative combination of both.
PHOBIAS: She is terrified of losing her abilities or the prospect of failure.
HOBBIES: Finding trouble wherever she goes. Fixating on work. Annoying Moody. Terrorising her cousins.
TRAITS:
+ Vibrant / - Tactless: Loud. Energetic. Brash. Annoying. There were many ways in which Tonks’ existence could be quantified, but subtle was not one of them. Over time Tonks has taken to wearing her loud reputation like her own coat of arms; her very best and worst attributes flaunted with a deliberateness that seems almost too knowing, too on the nose, to not be covering for something. Arrogance and recklessness, hot-headed impulsiveness and a particularly caustic brand of wit wielded with a blunt charm that she’s grown increasingly fond of throwing in the face of the people who would whisper behind her back about just where here loyalties lie these days. The flippancy with which she greets the world, like she’s in on the joke that the rest of the world hasn’t quite caught the punchline of, only seems to grate on those who wish she’d treat the importance of her position with a little more respect. Tonks lives her life at full volume, with little regard for the opinions or delicate feelings of others who would ask her to reign it in, just a little, for their own comfort.
+ Driven / - Reckless: Nobody could ever say that Tonks did not possess an iron will, when it came to the things she wanted in life. Underneath all that vibrant glossy armour she wears like a warning sign, Tonks’ honourable qualities lurk: she may not always enjoy the banal, everyday routine of being an Auror, just as she may not think much of the people in charge, but Tonks is dedicated and steadfast in her job and worked tirelessly to get there. She has proven, time and again, a willingness to make the hard choice and put the greater good over her own reputation or honour. It takes a certain kind of steel to say precisely what is on your mind, to act even when duty and honour and all those boring noble virtues they try to instil in young Aurors tell you not to. She has never lacked for that sort of courage: the kind that requires a certain amount of defiance and a whole lot of audacity (and the willingness to circumvent every rule of authority, when your real loyalties and values are tested). Tonks has been forging the steel in her spine since she was old enough to frustrate her parents with her own headstrong opinions on what she wanted from life and how that differed from their hopes for her, and if she did not flinch (often) beneath her father’s gentle disappointment than there was certainly no one in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who could make her cringe. And that was the truth of it: what people called boldness was only a matter of knowing what you wanted and being unafraid of what it would take to get it — and there was no length that Tonks was not willing to go to in order to do what’s right.
+ Insightful / - Nosy: If there was one thing that Alastor Moody taught her during those long years in the Academy, it was the value of deeds over words. The department may have been overrun, of late, with those too preoccupied by political ambitions to see the bigger picture and be willing to ruffle feathers, but Tonks has always been more insightful than she’s given credit for. Her knack for reading a room and the intentions of the people in it had been honed by her naturally suspicious mentor and years spent studying faces intently, all their little quirks and shapes, in order to recreate them in the mirror. For better or for worse, when put into a tight corner Tonks does not falter and she does not hesitate. Those who would call her impulsive would probably be correct, but she vastly prefers decisive and while her approach doesn’t always end well, she’s resourceful enough to almost always land on her feet running. The talents of a fighter, however, are not the talents required of a diplomat and lately her propensity for digging her nose into things that the higher ups have deemed off limits have landed her in hot water within the department. While Tonks has always considered her talent for thinking on her feet, acting decisively without wasting time on the buffering, to be her strongest asset, she fears that in order to return to the job she worked so hard to get, it will be inaction that is required of her this time around. Trading her autonomy for one man’s whims again is not something Tonks relishes the idea of, especially when there are dire consequences for turning a blind eye to what might be coming.
𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
LOCATION: Porthmeor Cove, Cornwall.
SPORTS TEAM: The Holyhead Harpies / La Rojas.
GAME: Quidditch. Football if her dad is the one asking.
MUSIC: Smashing Pumpkins.
MOVIES: Jurassic Park (for sentimental reasons obviously.)
FOOD: The free kind.
BEVERAGE: Coffee.
COLOR: Varying shades of pink, magenta and red.
𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈
ALUMNI HOUSE: Hufflepuff.
WAND (LENGTH, FLEXIBILITY, WOOD, & CORE): Red Oak, 13 3/4″, Bendy, Dragon Heartstring.
AMORTENTIA: Woodsmoke, Jasmine, Bourbon, Honeysuckle.
PATRONUS: Jackrabbit.
BOGGART: Herself, without her abilities. Barty Crouch Jr.
𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.
MBTI: ESTP-A
MBTI ROLE: The Entrepreneur
ENNEAGRAM: Seven
ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Enthusiast
TEMPERAMENT: Choleric.
WESTERN ZODIAC: Aries.
CHINESE ZODIAC: Ox.
PRIMAL SIGN: Hippopotamus.
TAROT CARD: The Chariot, The Hierophant.
TV TROPES: Blue Collar Warlock, Revisiting the Cold Case, Boisterous Bruiser, Allergic to Routine, Heroic Resolve, Old Cop/Young Cop.
SONGS: Sabotage - The Beastie Boys / Reptilia - The Strokes / Tonight, Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins / I Am The Highway - Audioslave / Time to Pretend - MGMT.
“(…) to be embodied was to be the altar and the flesh and the knife. Sometimes the gods just want to see what you are going to do.” — Freshwater, Akwaeke Emezi.
“I touch the world not as myself, but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?” — On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong.
“(...) had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But he’d never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home..” — King of Scars, Leigh Bardugo.
𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈
NAME: Fabian Ignatius Prewett
NICKNAMES: Bean, Fab, Oi Prewett.
AGE: 28
BIRTHDAY: August 5, 1952. (Leo.)
DEATHDAY: July 24, 1981.
GENDER: CisMale
PRONOUNS: he/his
𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞
MOTHER: Florence Prewett (nee Greengrass.)
FATHER: Tiberius Prewett
𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘
FACE CLAIM: James Norton
BUILD: Tall, lanky.
HAIR: Most frequently bordering on too-long and slightly unkempt these days.
HAIR COLOR: Strawberry-Blonde.
EYE COLOR: Bright Blue.
SKIN COLOR: Paler even than usual from detainment. Freckled, but they’ve faded considerably without sunlight.
DOMINANT HAND: Left-handed.
ANOMALIES: He’d had many scars before he died but the wounds of his death had been so gruesome he’s almost afraid to look — they’re there, pale spiderwebs of scars if he could bring himself to look closely. Faded lines that carve through his chest, down his back and through his arms, that had carved through bone and flesh.
SCENT: Fresh laundry, peppermint, roasting coffee. Lately, nothing distinctive beyond the nondescript soap they were issued for their showers.
ACCENT: Welsh/West Country hybrid. Softened by many years spent away from home.
FASHION: Fabian was never the stuffy sort of person who wore robes everywhere he went, he preferred more practical attire in his every day life. Pants and shirts and patented knitted sweaters thrust upon him by his sister. He had a particularly nice leather jacket that he wore before his death that is missing from the trunks of his and Gideon’s things that have been locked away from sight and memory in his father’s and Molly’s homes. He would quite happily return to the clothing he wore before his death, as he doesn’t understand much of anything about modern life, let alone its fashion trends. Once he experiences a little more of the world outside, this is likely to change.
NERVOUS TICS: Picking at his cuticles, humming constantly, disassociation through Earth, Wind and Fire.
𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊
RESIDES: Currently residing under his sister’s care at The Burrow.
BORN: Tutshill, Gloucestershire.
RAISED: The Prewett family home, north of Tutshill, within the Forest of Dean.
PETS: In his childhood they had dogs and a cat and a particularly ornery Great Horned Owl named Merle. The man wants a dog. Let him have a dog.
CAREER: Unemployable, at present. In his first life he was a journalist.
EXPERIENCE: A war time correspondent for the Daily Prophet.
EMPLOYER: Barnabus Cuffe, many moons ago.
POLITICAL AFFILIATION: The Order of the Phoenix, once upon a time.
BELIEFS: Truth is greater than power. Hope is strength.
MISDEMEANORS: Trespassing, Harassment, Public Intoxication. (Waived, for the most part, by vaguely amused law enforcement.)
FELONIES: None.
DRUGS: Infrequently.
SMOKES: Frequently. A symptom of bad coping mechanisms.
ALCOHOL: Similarly, a symptom of bad coping mechanisms.
DIET: Before he died, terrible if he was investigating a particularly difficult story (which was usually, always).
LANGUAGES: English.
TRAITS:
LOCATION: The Black Shuck, in Tutshill.
SPORTS TEAM: Tornados.
GAME: Quidditch, once upon a time.
FOOD: Bacon sandwiches.
BEVERAGE: Coffee.
COLOR: Yellow.
𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈
ALUMNI HOUSE: Ravenclaw.
WAND: Ebony, 14 3/4″, flexible, dragon heartstring. Fabian’s wand was destroyed in the attack that killed him.
AMORTENTIA: The smell of summer rain, campfire smoke, freshly spilled ink, Irish coffee and bacon frying.
PATRONUS: Ferret — curious, mischievous and high energy, ferrets manifest for people with playful spirits and calculating minds. They represent resourcefulness, self-reliance, and ingenuity.
BOGGART: [ cut scene. ]
𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.
MBTI: ESTP-A
MBTI ROLE: The Entrepreneur
ENNEAGRAM: 8
ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Challenger
TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine
WESTERN ZODIAC: Leo
CHINESE ZODIAC: Dragon
PRIMAL SIGN: Orca
TAROT CARD: Knight of Swords, Five of Cups.
TV TROPES: Came Back Wrong, Unwanted Revival, Intrepid Reporter, The Anti-Nihilist, Cynic-Idealist Duo, Sliding Scale of Idealism Versus Cynicism.
SONGS: The Good Fight by Gang of Youths. Spanish Sahara by Foals. The deepest sighs, the frankest shadows by Gang of Youths. Iron Sky by Paolo Nutini. The Lament of Eustace Scrubb by The Oh Hellos. Magnolia by Gang of Youths.
ALBUMS: Go Farther in Lightness by Gang of Youths, Day & Age by The Killers.