#abraham alden

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MOODBOARD MEME | ABE AND PRIM + relationship

Two headstrong children with a passion for pranks turned into 'serious' aristocrats (Abe not so much but hey, he tried no he didn't).

requested by @endlessly-cursed

moodboard ask game

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𝓐𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶 "𝓐𝓫𝓮" 𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝔂 𝓐𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷

Ravenclaw • Half-blood • British • ENFP • Libra • Beater • Troublemaker • Auror • Journalist

Name: Abraham Aurelius Henry Alden, future Earl of Dorset

Nicknames: Abe, Alden

Birthdate: October 8th, 1874

Zodiac Sign: Libra Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP – The Campaigner

Sexuality: heterosexual

Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)

Blood-Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Residence: Exeter, England

Hometown: Exeter, England

Languages: English, French, Italian, Ancient Greek, Latin

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Thimothée Charlamet

Hair: brown, slightly curly, usually tousled

Eyes: brown

Height: 186cm

Weight: 70kg

Body Type: slim, athletic

Skin Tone: light, warm

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): -

Family

Mother: Anabelle Minerva Alden née Silverthorn. Ravenclaw, pureblood, former Unspeakable and ancient runes specialist. Broke off all contact with her parents, they consider her a disgrace for marrying a muggle. Met Vincent during an undercover investigation, charmed him with her intellect and iron-will. Stopped working at the ministry after giving birth to their first son, William.

Father: Vincent Edmund William Alden, Duke of Exeter, Earl of Dorset, firstborn son of Edmund Albert and Elisabeth Viktoria Alden. Loving but strict father. Encourages learning and critical-thinking but is concerned about their status and would rather have his sons behave and conform, at least in public. In that matter Abe can give his father a bit of a headache.

Older Brother: William Jupiter Theodor Alden, future Duke of Exeter, older brother by four years, griffindor, Auror. A little arrogant but a kind soul. Charmer. Loves to lecture Abe, only because he wants the best for him. The golden son.

Magic

House: Ravenclaw (tied with Gryffindor)

Best Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, History of Magic

Worst Class: Divination

Quidditch: Beater

Clubs: Duelling Club

Wand: Apple Wood, Phoenix Core, 14 1/2” Length, Slightly Yielding Flexibility

➔ Applewood wands are not made in great numbers. They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners, who include the celebrated author of Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs, Dylan Marwood.

Animagus: –

Boggart: him being ignorant (don’t know how that would manifest yet, any ideas?)

Riddikulus: tbd

Patronus: Lynx

Patronus Memory: Sword fighting with his brother in the backyard (using branches)

Mirror of Erised: himself as a Professor for DADA and/or Muggle Studies

Amortentia (what he smells like): leather, a hint of ink, cedarwood, freshly mowed grass, cinnamon

Amortentia (what he smells): tbd

Magical Abilities: -

Career

Ages 11–18: Student at Hogwarts

Ages 18–36: Auror, Freelance Writer

Inherits the title Earl of Dorset at the age of 26

Ages 36–retirement: Professor for Muggle Studies, Substitute teacher for DADA

Personality & Attitude

Personality: great speaking and duelling skills, likes to question things and has a tendency to get into trouble, loves a good book and has a slight obsession with bikes that just now started to pop up, well-versed on muggle matters, curious, well-read and chatty, idealist, appreciates a good challenge, can be very random at times xD

Strengths: enthusiasm, sense of justice, perception, improvising, communication skills, highly empathetic, helpful

Weaknesses: tends to worry a lot, can be impulsive

Stressors: not being able to solve a problem or help people out (drives him crazy), he’s not that easily stressed tho but when he does gets a bit emotional

Comfort: reading a good book out in nature, friends, riding a bike or horseback riding

Priorities: his friends, social progress, justice

Favourites

Colours: neutral colours

Food: -

Drink: Earl Grey

Flowers: lavender, dandelion

Books: North and South – Elizabeth Gaskell

Weather: warm and sunny

Hobbies: conversing, reading, writing, telling his friends about muggle inventions, fencing

Style: usual upper class/noble wear but prefers to dress more casually

Relationships

Significant Other / Love Interest: Emmeline Antonia Falcon @endlessly-cursed

Will add a brief summary of their story later…

Best friend: Oscar Alatar Erdstern — met in their first year at Hogwarts, hit it off instantly and have been friends ever since. They often stay up late to talk about anything and everything.

Friends:

Violette Jolie Durand — met her a week before school started (5th year), strolling through Diagon Alley, running errands. Overheard a conversation she had with a shop-owner, mentioning that she’s transferring to Hogwarts. So he decided to go talk to her. Violette was a little wary in the beginning but Abe was persistent and soon they found out they had a lot in common and became close friends.

Primrose Gray @endlessly-cursed

Henry of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal

Open for friendships. If your interested DM me :)

Random HC

likes to read books outside or between shelves in the library

loves his brother but thinks he‘s a little too stuck in his ways

supporter of social movements (of both magical and non-magical nature)

his brother got him into quidditch; practicing with him since his brothers first year at Hogwarts

doesn’t really like all those big feasts he has to attend but does enjoy a good conversation or debate with the few people that share his views or are at least open to a constructive debate

great conversationalist

likes bikes so much because they give him a sense of freedom

gets super excited when he learns about a new muggle invention

is a bit of a rebel, doing things his own way rather than conforming to set rules – which gets him into trouble from time to time

knows how to speak a little bit of German, thanks to Oscar

sometimes writes poetry to process thoughts and feelings, but keeps it more of a secret

[cursed-herbalist]

📸 for Abe & Aldéric? 🖤

Thanks for the ask ❤️

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CAMERA ROLL: ABRAHAM ALDEN (ft. Emmeline Falcon @endlessly-cursed)

CAMERA ROLL: ALDÉRIC DURAND (ft. Jupiter and Elio Durand; and probably Kaari @kathrynalicemc)

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Weekend with the Grays 2022

Day 1 - You are cordially invited

Hosted by @endlessly-cursed

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Letter of acceptance by Abraham Alden

Letter of acceptance by Oscar Erdstern

Letter of acceptance by Violette Durand

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Weekend with the Grays 2022

Day 2 - Welcome Ball 2.0 Hosted by @endlessly-cursed

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➔ Snapshots from the ball

Violette Durand x Deaglán Herrity @magicallymalted

Oscar Erdstern x Zelda Cairncross @cursebreakerfarrier

Abraham Alden x Emmeline Falcon @endlessly-cursed

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Weekend with the Grays 2022

Day 3 - Sleigh, Ride, go!! (Abe x Emmie) Hosted by @endlessly-cursed

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The tree tops were coated in sparkling white as Abraham and Emmeline stepped out of the estate and into the gardens of Winbourne. Abraham was beaming from ear to ear, the events of the previous day replaying in his mind. He was ever grateful for Prim's kind support, setting up the most beautiful scenery for the proposal. As giddy as he was about the fact Emmeline didn’t even hesitate to say yes, even the snow seemed brighter and clearer than ever before. Smiling, he offered his soon-to-be-wife his arm which she gladly accepted. 

The two didn’t make it very far when a sudden screech caught their attention. A small owl was hovering right above their heads. Emmeline immediately offered her arm for it to sit on, in its beak, an all too familiar-looking envelope. Quickly, Abraham reached for his wand and tapped the letter muttering a few inaudible words. Emmeline eyed him curiously. 

‘What was that for?’ 

‘It’s a howler. I didn’t want it to go off with all those people around,’ Abe explained and took the letter. ‘Abraham Alden,’ he read out loud. ‘Ten Galleons, it‘s your father.‘ Emmeline rolled her eyes, she knew it could only be him. Gently, she took the letter from Abraham’s hands and shoved it into her pocket. ‘We can worry about that later,’ she chuckled and tiptoed to peck his cheek. 

‘I thought we were past this. I even asked him for your hand—months ago—he knew it was coming,’ he mumbled more to himself. Emmeline couldn’t help but chuckle. 

‘He’s simply a bit overprotective. But I assure you, he loves you.’ Abraham, albeit still a little irritated, smiled. ‘I’m not too sure about that but I’ll take your word.’ 

As if all trouble had been washed away he suddenly stiffened up and put on an exaggerated posh tone, ‘Future Lady Alden would you care to join me for some ice skating?’ Emmeline shook her head but laughed nonetheless before pretending to be serious again. ‘My Lord, it would be my pleasure,’ she did a little curtsy. Abraham's eyes wrinkled in amusement. ‘Let’s go join the others on the lake then,’ he chirped and picked up the skates that were neatly lined up at the front of the manor; the letter completely erased from their minds.

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The other guests had already gathered around the frozen lake. Some were standing at the rim, watching the people glide over the glimmering ice while others hurried to slip into their skates to give it a try themselves. Abraham beamed at the sight of them and dragged her towards the cheerful crowd. Laughing, the two staggered through the ankle-high snow. 

Emmeline sat down on a bench that had been placed near the lake to change her shoes. Out of instinct he kneeled down and took one of her feet into his hand to help her slip on her skates. Yet before he could even attempt to, she kicked him, softly, against his shoulder. Abraham struggled to keep his balance, frantically waving his hands around her fell backwards into the snow. ‘I can do this myself, thank you very much,’ she narrowed her eyebrows and ripped the skates from his hands. Abraham, now with regained balance, chuckled. ‘Simply telling me wouldn’t have been enough?’ Emmeline blushed but proceeded to put on the skates. Abraham couldn't stifle a laugh at her cuteness. Shaking his head, he slipped into his own. Shortly, he held out his hand for Emmeline and the two balanced towards the frozen lake. 

Abraham’s eyes were glittering like the ones of a child on Christmas morning as the couple zoomed over the ice. Soon they found themselves spinning around in circles, laughing at the top of their lungs. Most of the other guests bestowed them with disapproving looks but they couldn’t care less.

‘Race me to the other side of the lake?’ He asked, knowing very well that she couldn’t resist a good challenge, especially, when he was the one asking. And god did he love her for it. A smile grew on her face and he knew she was in. ‘On the count of three?’ Abraham nodded and got into position, and so did Emmeline. The other guests eyed them curiously as they started counting.

‘One, two—three!’ And the two were off. 

Emmeline was much faster than Abraham anticipated but maybe it was simply him getting distracted by her contagious smile and wildly dancing hair and not really focusing. Getting a hold of himself, he sped up and caught up to her. They squinted their eyes at each other and sped up some more, the tree line flying towards them. In a matter of seconds, it was only a few meters away. Both were so fast that breaking wouldn’t have saved them from their fate.

The two came to a halt with a swift twist of their skates, the sudden change in tempo catapulting them forward right into the snow. Laughing hysterically the two looked at each other.

 ‘Who won?’ Emmeline asked. 

Abraham shrugged. ‘I think it’s a tie but does it really matter?’ 

Emmeline gathered some snow and threw it into his face. ‘Yes, it does,’ she laughed.

‘Hey,’ he laughed as well and threw some snow back at her.

She brushed it off when their eyes met. He searched her face and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. ‘I can’t believe you’re going to be my wife,’ he whispered. Emmeline’s breath caught in her lungs. ‘I can’t believe you’re going to be my husband.’ She smiled but it was met by Abraham’s lips softly gracing hers. For a moment, the world stood still and it was only them. No worries, no expectations, no pressure. Just them.

Still smiling, they both pulled apart. Abraham looked over at the guests, hundreds of meters away and chuckled. ‘Luckily, we’re far enough, otherwise, we would’ve heard shocked gasps.’ Emmeline rolled her eyes. 

‘Who cares?’

‘Certainly not me,’ he chuckled and kissed her again.

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Back to School Challenge 2022

Day 3 – Merlin, I hate this class (Abe x Divination) hosted by @cursebreakerfarrier

➔ Just a quick drabble about my three HPHL OCs: Abe, Vio and Os in Divination. (Alt. reality where they’re all the same age lol) Abe sighed, "If I am correct, Oscar will turn into a giraffe next full moon". Frustrated he pushed the cup with tea leaves away, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"That would be hilarious", Violette chuckled.

“This better doesn't hold true”, Oscar complained across the table.

Abe smirked as he lifted his hands in defence: “I can’t promise anything, Os! But lucky for you, I just don’t seem to have any talent for this".

"I could ask Cece to help you practice if you wish?" Violette suggested but Abe only shook his head as he leaned over to look into Violette's cup.

"What do you see?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Violette focused on the tea leaves again, humming softly. "Hm~ something unexpected will happen but—I think in the end it will be positive? Gloves? Plants?”.

Abe chuckled. "That is certainly better than my prediction".

“Luckily, it doesn't involve anyone turning into a giant yellow mammal“, Oscar chimed in and all three broke into laughter.

Immersed in their conversation, the three failed to notice their professor approaching. Taking a closer look at the leaves, she pointed at a formation that roughly resembled a heart: "You are correct, my dear, yet you are missing one thing. The event you’re seeing will be love related".

Both Abe and Violette snapped their heads around to look at the professor. "Are you certain?" they said in unison. The professor merely nodded, leaving them to tend to the other students.

"How intriguing~" Abe cooed propping up his head on his palm while Violette stared into the cup.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, a little concerned.

Violette nodded and smiled at him softly. "What do you think will happen?".

Abe smirked as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and hands: "Well, I’m glad you asked. I do have a few theories".

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ASOIAF AU — Abraham Aurelius Henry Alden, House Baratheon

idea by @gcldensnitch