( amita suman | cisfemale | she/her ) — was that MARY MAHARJAN MACDONALD passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of coffee stained mugs stacked on the kitchen side, a homesickness that clings to your skin, a quill always at hand, the ticking alarm clock that never quite stops, standing on the shore and watching the tide wash in, sunlight finally filtering in through an opened window, which i suppose seems to fit that GRYFFINDOR alumni. they’re actually pretty NURTURING, REBELLIOUS, and RESTLESS for a TWENTY year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a JUNIOR WAR CORRESPONDENT at THE DAILY PROPHET. have you heard that rumor has it that MUGGLEBORN is with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX now? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. ( ellie | 22 | gmt | she/her )
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(matthew gray gubler | cis man | he/him ) — was that ALASTOR MOODY passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of brutish youth turning to anguished adulthood, battle scars that never heal, whiskey always at an arms length, an unwilling hero silent after war, watching from the corner of the room, intellect hidden behind few words, which i suppose seems to fit that GRYFFINDOR alumni. they’re actually pretty PERFERVID, PRODIGIOUS, and ENCUMBERED for a THIRTY-SIX year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as an AUROR. have you heard that rumor has it that PUREBLOOD is a MEMBER for THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. (
full name: Alastor Moody
nicknames: you cannot call him Al, he does not even like Paul Simon
birthday: December 20th, 1941
age: 36, surprised to be turning 37
accent: irish
sexuality: demisexual
relationship status: this man has not thought about relationships in at least five years because he’s probably traumatized himself
wand type: Maple wood with a dragon heartstring core, 13 ½ inches
He liked the facts. He knew the number of times he moved as a child (four), the number of windows he could escape through (five since the sixth had bars in front of it), and the exact number of dark wizards his parents had put away by the time they retired (a total of sixty three between the two of them). He knew how old his parents were when he was born (both quite close to sixty which he never liked admitting), and could estimate how old they’d be when they’d die and by what hand.
He knew other numbers, the number of kills each of those sixty three criminals had under their robes and how many years each were sentenced to in Azkaban - he wished them all were there for life.
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Alastor Moody was by no means a strange child by the standards in which he was raised. The oldest boy, he was setting the model for all the Moody’s coming after him (the number was two), but he was looking up to the guise of two of the greatest known Aurors in his very own History of Magic first year textbook. He was a decently smart boy who turned into a creative youth, usually well respected in the general public. And yet in his dorm, his roommates knew him to be a quiet, slightly morbid fellow. Alastor’s eyes always fell towards the papers in the morning, taking guesses at how situations went down, tragic or heroic. Often times, in follow up, he’d be proven right.
As the years went on, friends would often find him missing for the circle, absent from the party. It would usually be the next day that they’d find a slightly disheveled boy with drool dripping on the pages of an old book full of defensive spells. They’d laugh, and he’d laugh along as if this wasn’t actually all very serious stuff.
Good marks as expected, and Mum and Dad were proud to see another generation step into the shoes of protecting the innocent. Training in particular was interesting for him, another cycle of hearing familiar names and close calls. He kept all those very close to his heart, which he assumed may soon need to shrink if his stomach was to continue trying to jump into his throat.
But the field - that place was different. It was like all of those facts about old cases, missions, and numbers were just secondary to instinct. They were always in the back of his mind, but on the hunt was when his mind was clearest. Living in the work felt safer than sleeping in his own bed. Out there he knew the motions, had the best ideas, and felt security in seeing some heavy-eyed bitter bastard get whatever good was left sucked out of them while they rotted in the dampness of Azkaban.
His career started at a quiet time, but the idea of peace itself was almost unsettling. Born into the end of one war, he just always assumed he’d be there to see the next. The nineteen seventies roll around and new whispers start. He was just back from an international operation which had left him alone in Siberia for about two weeks, and the air in London was comparatively cold.
It’s nearly the end of the decade now, mid-career and Alastor has about as many names under his belt than his parents did at retirement. Perhaps the world was just getting worse. So he began to work on the things that he knew would best be useful for his team, his colleagues, and ‘friends.’ Evenings spent reviewing cases older than he, finding similarities, and seeing what tools really could be at their disposal. He could give up parts of himself to see that happen. He’s quite sure of his own power and dedication.
Alastor Moody always had his eye on certain individuals, certain faces that reminded him of pictures in the books, knowledge of spells he would rather not utter. This could either be another career making moment or his demise.
FACTS
- This boy is a little inventor. He’s using the magic behind sneakoscopes to develop his magical eye. It’s based right now on discovering untruths, but a eye for lying isn’t anything special in his field. It needs to be better.
- He may have wanted to be in Ravenclaw, but family history says Gryffindor. So Gryffindor it was.
- He has most crimes from the department committed to memory, going back to his own grandfather’s cases.
- As a kid he could morbidly tell you how a chase went down, how many dead, etc. it was just the way things were to him.
- He does not like when people enter a room without introducing themselves first.
Wanted Connections
- High key my main idea for the relatives of his parents arrests to be someone in close proximity. It gives him reasons to be paraoid (which he looks for lets be real). Maybe they actually do want revenge?
- Also somebody he could not arrest at the time, but who he highly suspects of dark magic.
- Once upon a time he may have had a special person. But who could deal with this guy for more than five minutes?
( elle fanning | cis woman | she/her ) — was that PANDORA NOTT passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of walking through a field during dusk, the smell of old coffee stained parchment, a careless mouth with no filter, crumpled blue satin dresses and a laugh that can’t possibly come from a human being, which i suppose seems to fit that RAVENCLAW alumni. they’re actually pretty SHARP, OBSERVANT, and BLUNT for a TWENTY ONE year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a FREELANCE SPELLS INNOVATOR. have you heard that rumor has it that PUREBLOOD has stayed neutral? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.
( dominic fike | cis man | he/him ) — was that TARQUIN MCTAVISH passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of the sting of a brand new tattoo, bruised knuckles, a bear hug that knocks the air out of you, the smell of irish coffee and burned cookies, the kind of laughter that makes your sides hurt, the annoying neighbour that blasts music at sunrise, which i suppose seems to fit that SLYTHERIN alumni. they’re actually pretty ALOOF, IMPULSIVE, and CHEEKY for a TWENTY-FOUR year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a BARTENDER at THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. have you heard that rumor has it that HALF-BLOOD has stayed NEUTRAL? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. ( vivi | 23 | gmt+3 | she/they )
•° 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗
!! warning for: cheating, pregnancy mention
liza manalo was born into an ancient, noble, pureblooded family, known for owning various speakeasies, shops, hotels and restaurants not only in the philippines, but all around the world ; however, they were mostly known for their shady business. she had the same fate as most pureblooded girls of her status -- have a marriage that would benefit both families involved, birth heirs ; though being the sixth daughter out of seven, her father thought he could expand his family’s influence and make new connections. liza would move all the way to england, marry into a family of similar status and beliefs on blood purity as the manalos. her husband was a death eater and her children would grow up to join him as well. she didn’t like england, she despised her husband and she certainly didn’t enjoy her life. it was all so painfully boring.
marvin mctavish was a muggle, born and raised in london. he owned a small gym and worked as a boxing instructor there. money was tight, but marvin always pulled through. no one would expect to meet liza at one of the shittiest muggle pubs in london ; but marvin did. she was beautiful and marvin made a joke about how she shouldn’t wear such expensive jewelry in a place like this - they hit it off immediately. liza hadn’t felt so alive in ages. this should’ve been their last meeting. it should’ve been a one time thing ; what was she thinking, sneaking into muggle london? was she a teenager or a grown woman, a wife, a mother? she couldn’t stop thinking about marvin, though. liza had never met someone like him, she’d never felt what marvin made her feel before ; so she kept visiting him, arranging meet ups and dates in secret. she was quite secretive, marvin didn’t know much about her ; she kept coming at weird, random times, sometimes he wouldn’t hear from her for days. but the mystery only made him even more infatuated.
those five months they spent together were the happiest in liza’s life ; but when she discovered she was pregnant, liza knew everything was about to come to an end. she confessed everything ; not only that she was married and a mother, but being a witch as well. her family’s beliefs. her husband’s beliefs. marvin believed her. he didn’t get angry, as liza anticipated ; no, he took it all in ( it took him a while, but he did ) and offered solutions. he had some money saved, he’d take two more jobs, he’d take care of her and their baby. he’d protect her, from her husband, from her family. he’d figure it out. they would figure it out - as a family. merlin, why was he so.. good? why did it make her feel so guilty?
liza moved in marvin’s flat, leaving her old family behind, saying her farewells with a vague note. she brewed herself polyjuice potion everytime she had to go out ; her husband was on the look for her, after all. it was exciting at first ; having to hide, being in a new place, having to get adjusted to this new lifestyle and those new people. soon enough, though.. things got a bit repetitive. suddenly, having noodles for the fourth day in a row wasn’t fun. marvin was barely home as he spent the whole day working ; and whenever he was, he was just so.. exhausted. he wasn’t the marvin she met from the pub, the exciting man who’d tell jokes and show her around muggle london and introduce her to strange but amusing people. no more expensive robes and new jewelry. no more splurging - the had to count every penny. and the flat.. merlin, the tiny, miserable flat stopped being charming two months in. now, liza felt suffocated in it. she wasn’t born to live like this.
their son was born on december 18th, during the cold, snowy night. liza picked the name tarquin, after king lucius tarquinius priscus, her favourite historical figure. it was the day marvin proposed to her, too. little did he know, though, that three weeks later he’d go home after work, only to find every trace of liza gone. all but a note. thank you for everything. i’m sorry. please don’t look for me.
•° 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗚𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 𝗘𝗥𝗔
tarquin was pretty much raised in his dad’s gym - a collaborative effort by all the people working there, aka uncle carl, gramps jack, uncle sammy and aunt adira. jack would often joke that little tarquin learned to fight way before he learned how to walk properly. despite financial issues, tarquin was a happy, sociable kid who was often out looking for trouble, unfortunately for marvin, who still picking up the pieces after the heartbreak. it got even harder when tarq noticed most of his peers and classmates had two parents each ; he’d begin to question his father, why didn’t he have a mum or at least two dads like some of his friends? it took a few tries for the kid to realize that the subject pained marvin and he would continue to avoid it, no matter how consistent tarquin was with his questions.
when tarquin was four years old, his younger half-sister was born. her mum, cherry, was marvin’s on-and-off girlfriend. the relationship was... best described as messy. cherry was someone who didn’t take anything seriously and for marvin, it was simply a rebound. a way to attempt to forget all about liza. there was a baby on the way now, though, and marvin took it seriously. the two moved in together at his flat, though the relationship ended up being more as two acquaintances co-parenting.
tarquin started showing signs of magic when he was around seven years old and marvin was terrified, to say the least. even more so when his daughter did as well, even earlier. he couldn’t avoid the topic furthermore ; he sat tarquin down and explained his heritage to him, his powers, his mother and the whole story. he tried reaching out to liza, but she never responded - if the letter ever reached her at all.
tarquin’s first year at hogwarts was quite eventful and opened his eyes to the truth that the wizarding world wasn’t all magic and fun like in the stories. he realized the signifance on blood purity ; what his dad had told him about liza manalo and her family suddenly made more sense. not only that ; tarquin ended up meeting his older half-siblings. he attempted to greet his older brother with a punch ( quite the entertaining scene, an 11 year old attempting to beat the shit out of a sixth year ) before their sister put an end to it. liza had returned to her ‘old family’, but even 11 year old tarquin had enough sense not to tell his father that. he’d hurt enough.
tarquin fit well enough into his house, but the thing that set him off was the hint of endorsing blood purity. back home he was used to fixing problems with his fists ; and that’s exactly what he tried at school, so it was no surprise that tarquin would spend the majority of his time in detention. thank merlin his dad was a muggle ; tarquin couldn’t imagine the amount of howlers he’d gotten.
tarq didn’t really take school too seriously - he was more focused on enjoying himself because back home he had to deal with the responsibility of working, helping around the house, taking care of his younger siblings whenever his dad was at work. marvin and cherry were no more - they agreed it was okay for her to move out, though she left for the states to pursue her career of acting. she wrote.. sometimes. her daughter didn’t take it well, but tarq was there for her, in his own way. marvin ended up getting married a few years later, to one of his childhood friends. the two had three kids - and while love was sweet, the financial status of the mctavish family wasn’t. so, school for tarquin meant time to enjoy himself, throw parties, do dumb shit with his friends, etc. etc.
it was only during his seventh year that tarquin realized he had to take himself a little more seriously, because he had to think of his future career. he’d always known what he wanted to do. be right in the middle of the action, train to be an auror. his newts were barely satisfactory, but they were enough. marvin was so proud - he’d always thought tarq was a smart kid, but too reckless for his own good, too irresponsible, unlike his sister. if you put your mind to it, anything is possible. just put in the effort, son. just try.
•° 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧
!! warning for: mentions of illness, mentions of injury, mentions of fighting, incarceration
tarquin ended up taking a break before starting his auror training after graduation. sheila, his step-mother had always had complications with her health, but things got worse a bit after the birth of her younger child. marvin said it would be okay, though - he encouraged tarquin to focus on saving money for himself and completing his auror training - marvin and his eldest daughter could handle it, he said. he had so much hopes for tarquin, always claiming that his son was finally getting his shit together. it felt good, to watch his dad brag to his friends at the gym, to have him be so proud and hopeful.. but merlin, there was so much pressure. tarquin missed the times when no one expected anything from him.
he could feel a clock ticking, indicating his time until his next fuck up. which, did come, sooner than expected. three years ago, he’d finally began his auror training.. but most importantly, he was finally in a serious relationship. it was a big step for someone like tarquin who simply didn’t do relationships - but things just happened. he was home at muggle london one week in the summer, bringing his partner at the time with him, hoping to introduce them to his family and friends. things were getting pretty serious. marvin was the most excited out of them all ; his son had finally decided to settle down, plus, he adored his partner. they fit just right in. after a family dinner, they went out so tarquin could introduce them to his muggle friends. everything was going well until.. it wasn’t. see, neighborhood feuds weren’t unusual, especially in this part of london, but that night things got out of control, tarquin’s partner got hurt and they couldn’t use magic, otherwise they’d reveal themselves. they were hurt ; they assured tarquin it was alright, everybody tried to move on, have a party afterwards, laugh it off as they usually did. but tarquin couldn’t let it go. not this time. not when his person was hurt.
you’re an adult now, you can’t be throwing fists left and right. it’s time to grow up and solve your problems the mature way, marvin would say and tarquin took that advice.. a little. he didn’t think fighting the muggle way would make him feel better, no - kudos to marvin. tarquin snuck into the guy’s house late at night, used the first spell that came to his mind and seemed perfect at that moment. perhaps he wasn’t thinking straight, or maybe he thought it was the proper justice without being too cruel. the man trapped in a teakettle - a scary experience for him, but something tarquin can laugh off later with his mates. he planned on keeping him there for a few weeks or so - however long he pleased and saw fit, really, then letting him go.
tarquin took the kettle with him to his hogsmeade flat ; he didn’t tell his partner, but he told two of his friends that came to visit. one of them found it funny - the other, not so much. they couldn’t convince tarquin to let the man go ; they wanted to do what was right and went to one of the aurors who were training tarquin and let them know. they truly didn’t mean for everything that followed after to happen ; all they wanted was for tarquin to have some sort of punishment, nothing too serious - just a pat on the back, and for the muggle to be free. it was reported to the ministry, there was a trial, tarquin plead guilty. voting followed ; one less vote and tarquin would’ve gotten away with it. someone’s last, definitive vote sent him to azkaban. he’d witnessed ex housemates get away with much worse things, but that was the way their world worked. tarquin sucked it up ; he’d grit his teeth and handle his punishment. he didn’t regret what he did - he never would and he let everyone know.
he spent three years in azkaban. having been released recently, tarquin still hasn’t visited his family. he’s not sure he can face marvin and sheila just yet, and especially not his sister, who’s so angry at him for fucking everything up, for leaving her all on her own to take care of the family. it feels weird, having to readjust after that soul-sucking experience.
•° 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦
tarquin is a sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, aries rising
he has four younger half-siblings from his dad’s side: sister (21), brother (11), brother (8), sister (6) and three older half-siblings from his mum’s side: sister (27), brother (30), brother (32)
can play the guitar and drums. one of his muggle buddies is in a band and they were the ones who taught quin how to play.
huge fan of muggle rock, rock & roll and jazz (and disco but shh)
he’s bisexual
•° 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗
the ex-partner tarquin did the kettle thing for, the friend that let one of the aurors know what tarquin had done, best friend/s, exes, flings and past flings, enemies, frenemies, ex-friends, childhood friends, flirtationship, party buddies, partner in crime, fwb, would also love to have his siblings around <3
(maya hawke | cis-woman | she/her ) — was that MARLENE MCKINNON passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of crackling fire, autumn leaves raked into a pile, pages torn from books, scrapped knees, a treasure map covered in notes, combat boots covered in mud, which i suppose seems to fit that GRYFFINDOR. they’re actually pretty ADVENTUROUS, AMICABLE, and IMPETUOUS for a TWENTY year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a occupation JUNIOR AUROR. have you heard that rumor has it that PUREBLOOD is a MEMBER for THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.
full name: marlene arlais mckinnon
name origin: marlene - a contraction of mary magdalene, a complex woman much more capable and full of love than most of the world was willing to credit her with at her time. arlais - a welsh name meaning ‘from the temple”. mckinnon - surname meaning ‘the fair born”
nicknames: marls
birthday: july 19th
Voice: an overwhelmingly strong , a voice almost like she’s singing
sexuality: bisexual
relationship status: single, from the sheer incapability to make a commitment and is also just so wildly immature
wand type: mahogany with dragonheart string, 11 inches.
occupation: Junior Auror
you see here hanging upside down on a tree, she insults you with laughing crystalline eyes, and you fall in love with her a little bit…
The hyper little gryffindor was born to parents working within the ministry, the youngest child at that. In all of her family’s successes, it was always assumed Marlene would just follow - be a model student, a prefect, probably head girl, and then settle into a similar role.
Growing up at this time was strange - the threats posed by the inner and outer circles in a war she barely understood. She just could not process and understand such terrible things. However, Marlene just wanted someone to explain to her how such awful things could happen. yet, no one had an answer.
And then came time to start Hogwarts. Following in family suit to Gryffindor she was ecstatic; nearly crashing into the fellow students beside her. She gave quite a shriek to Tristan that evening, not the most pleasant sound after having an eleven year old tied to your arm after a train ride.
She proved to be quite a daredevil, craving the attention and positive reactions her stunts received. by second year, she knew she was just itching to break the rules a little bit - giving professors, prefect, and Filch a run for their money. The detention was practically a reward for a job well done. And such as, she became very assertive, even attention seeking. Don’t have an argument with her, she’s not good at arguing but will insist she is correct.
When it came to her friends and loved ones, especially those who she saw things dangerously changing for; she became both defensive and offensive when provoked. She can often find herself in a fight without ever intending to start one, often times from her own lack of ability to communicate well.
Despite her constant search for adventure and thrills, she was deeply worried by the world around her. But with so few outlets, her actions often came at the consequence of good emotional expression on the back burner. it was often easier to lash out and hurt others. Maturity was best served in small plates with Marlene. Her insights were shared within her closest circle of friends and her emotions always were her last concern. For her the best way to process is to first act and think later. That didn’t always lead to the best of things.
At some point, she new her choice would be to pursue an Auror-track. McGonngall and nearly every other professor was against. Surely, her skills were strong, there was a brain under there, but the focus, the dedication, the willingness to listen was lacking. In Seventh year, Marlene did the best she could to turn it all around, but she feared it was too late.
By the skin of her teeth, she made it.
It’s only been a short while since finishing Hogwarts, and every sense she’s ever had feels slightly lost. There’s excitement to live on her own. The training itself almost reminds her of the classrooms she was so often scolded in. It’s not like she can side-eye a friend with a giggle anymore. Her aim and strength are now only part of the game, not the saving grace to make it out with an outstanding exam mark.
Perhaps there’s anger, perhaps there’s uncertainty, and sometimes it doesn’t seem so clear as to where those energies need to be channeled. Abrasive and unsure of how to be truly responsible, she just continues to dive in head first to whatever comes first.
Old habits die hard, and some cycles just can’t be broken.
But, even now, when someone catches her attention, someone who radiates integrity and honesty, she is drawn to them. she surrounds herself with positivity and gives that back to her friends.
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Aesthetics
Perfectly messy dirty blonde hair, thick boots, large sweaters and overalls, blue eyes that glint like crystals, freckles that just deepen in the summer, a permanently messy room covered with picture frames, scraped knees, a wand that sparks in tandem with feelings, thus a slightly singed right sleeve, candy hidden in corners, loving hugs at anytime, quick feet running silently down a dark hall,
Sound track:
Storms; Fleetwood Mac, Fire and Rain; Birdy, Trouble’s Lament; Tori Amos, 32 Flavors; Ani DiFranco, Daughter; Pearl Jam, Volcano Girls; Veruca Salt, Crazy on You; Heart…
Facts
- marlene was known for rather “aggressive” language when it comes to quidditch. she’d play more, but there’s that whole discipline and sportsmanship thing…better off in the stands really
- girl can drink, it’s wee bit scary.
- telling her to do something will often provoke her to do the opposite or attempt to challenge you in many different ways. this can manifest in something like her fighting over quidditch or in more cerebral senses when she feels she is being attacked personally.
- she says more or less what’s she’s thinking when she’s thinking it. she doesn’t often leave room for other’s thoughts and usually neglects to consider her own or anyone’s feelings in a particular situation. she has no filter.
- her heart is absolutely on her sleeve and she doesn’t even know it. she’s terrible at expressing emotions and is so easily hurt but will never admit it.
- she wanted to become an auror from about fourth year on. it felt like the perfect opposite to what family had done before her. and somewhere along the way, that became her genuine interest
- Auror training is truly something difficult for her. She things she has better ideas and ways of going about things. It’s a classic authority struggle.
- she has probably flirted with you and you probably liked it.
Wanted Connections
GIRL SQUAD - They are bound to each other, joined at the hip. Sure they argue, fight, get into strange arguments over nothing and everything - but Marlene will jump on anyone who says a damn thing about them. Good chances are these were the people from her Gryffindor dorm.
open connection
I KNOW YOU - Marlene’s parent’s work for the ministry. Since first year there’s probably been students, the children of high standing Ministry officials, delegates, or wealthy social members, who know of her through the lens of her parents. They may have even met as children.
open connection
FIGHT ME - Competitive in nature, but willing to rage, defend, and offend in most cases. She never thinks before she acts or speaks. This can also be someone she has attempted to fight or duel. Chances are she has also punched.
open connection
THE OPPOSITION - Someone who is just absolutely the exact opposite of her, they just do not work in the same room. The can have enveloped in something more war related as well
open connection
FRIENDS FROM AROUND Marlene is talkative, engaging, and intriguing. Anyone who talks to her is likely going to get trapped into her charisma. i.e. people who thought her rants about quidditch were funny, her high antics entertaining
open connection
DRAWN TO YOU Marlene is drawn to strong, loyal, and courageous personalities. They inspire her to work to become a better person and generally be better and more mature
open connection
FORMER FRIENDS - For a variety of reasons, they are no longer close. Maybe it was Marlene’s own doing, or it was something deeper.
open connection
THINK BETTER OF ME Sometimes Marlene really doesn’t like the person she is. Often later after her actions have happened and she’s left with her thoughts she regrets it all…even the funny stuff. This person catches her quite often and she has no idea how they interpret it all.
open connection
HOOK UPS/FLINGS/FLIRTYNESS - She sucks at relationships, it terrifies her. Marlene can never express emotions like she expresses thoughts and usually takes physical action in place. The longest it could last is probably two weeks. There’s lots of possibilities to whomever she goes with. it became bit of a reputation in school that she was a little wild…with anyone and flirtatious as heck. There’s a good chance she’s a repeat offender with a few as well
open connection
AN INFLUENCE - Even though she’s pureblood and from a relatively important Ministry/political family. Marlene’s energy is chaotic and impulsive, and she can often struggle with some aspects of morality. This probably a Death Eater or Death Eater aligning individual who see’s this as a chance to exert influence over someone who comes across naive, even turn her. I’m open to this having emotional/romantic-ish/sexual attraction related aspects as well depending on the road we choose!
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AND IN THE END, MAYBE - She isn’t somebody who can handle relationships, not for more than maybe a week. This person and she would probably be great if she was just a little more mature. Think of it as unrequited romance where she just isn’t in the headspace for it/ misinterprets their signs. This could play out as a pair that ultimately do end up together, or are never ready at the same time. There’s definitely a little Laurie and Jo inspo here. But ultimately, Marlene is immature and lacks awareness and when this person confesses, it doesn’t really go well.
( álvaro rico | cis male | he/him ) — was that MATÍAS “REMUS” LUPIN- MUÑOZ passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of a simmering fire that still burns , small white lies that continue to build up , wishing upon a falling star even though you know there’s no point , a stream of light that manages to seep through a foggy forest, scratches along the wooden frame of your bed which i suppose seems to fit that GRYFFINDOR alumni. they’re actually pretty EMPATHETIC, WITTY, and RESERVED for a TWENTY year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a MAGICAL PET CARETAKER at THE MAGICAL MENAGERIE ? have you heard that rumor has it that that HALF-BLOOD an ASSOCIATE for THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX ? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else. ( kate | 24 | est | they/them )
( paulina singer | cis-woman | she/her ) — was that CHARITY BURBAGE passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of stacks of vinyl records, torn pages from a book, waves crashing on jagged rocks, long winding roads, peace signs painted on buildings, which i suppose seems to fit that RAVENCLAW. they’re actually pretty RAW, UNREPENTANT, and EDGY for a TWENTY-FOUR year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a occupation JUNIOR MUGGLE STUDIESPROFESSOR at HOGWARTS. have you heard that rumor has it that HALFBLOOD is a MEMBER for THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.
full name: Charity Aleksandra Burbage
nicknames: N/A unless someone tries
birthday: February 9, 1954
Age: 24
accent: A little cockney, but learned received pronunciation when it comes to English, Some Ukrainian,
sexuality: bisexual
relationship status: Single
positive traits: unrepentant, astute, observant
negative traits: raw, edgy, prolix
patronus: Friesian Horse
wand type: Cherry Wood with Unicorn Hair, Nine Inches
A fire was burning….
Somewhere in London near the Old Spitalfields marketplace, Charity Burbage grew up with her wizard father and muggle mother. She was much closer to her mother. The woman indulged her daughter’s natural curiosity and recognized her brilliance from a young age…but even she couldn’t keep the child indoors.
Surely, Charity was intelligent and well-read, but the loud bustle of the city called to her. And soon, she found herself fully emerged in the different cultures and styles surrounding the city in the 60s and 70s. She loved the earthiness of hippies, the grit of the punks, the devil-may-care of the new wave.
But she was excited for Hogwarts and found herself immersing into the wizarding world in the fall, but diving headfirst into the excitement summers brought her in the muggle world. It was those dynamics that drew her to muggle studies, that drew her to speak loudly of her beliefs. Charity Burbage did not give a shit what you thought of her.
So follow her through the streets of London-town or through the halls of Hogwarts as she will literally make her mark where she sees fit. She’ll ask you questions until the answer satisfies her and expect the same from you.
She was all about critique and being critical of the world around her. Surely, sometimes that made her a little quick to judge, especially for someone considered to be so open minded. But reading people quickly was really the only option she had. So that applied everywhere, to friends, to teachers, to leaders, to politicians.
In some ways, behaving that way felt safer. She kept a few close to her, but never really indulged in why. That would take much more to get out of her. Parts of it are fear of course, for her friends, and her mother especially.
Charity knows she is not a ‘fighter’. Not physically. She can provide intellect, and questions. But it’s place in this magical society feels less valued. Charity is a girl with just as many answers as questions, if only people would listen.
Post Hogwarts, suddenly she was lost. Muggle friends were all at university or traveling elsewhere and school friends were suddenly in training or apprenticing. At a standstill, a brilliant girl couldn’t make a decision. For a year, she found herself apparating, when she could, just to new places. Until suddenly, magic seemed pointless - she took trains. The time to think was time well spent. It was also around time that stories in the paper were becoming more troubling. For most of her youth, she thought these things were contained to arguments where she often has the upper hand. The world as she saw it now, frankly, had even less stark differences to her muggle life.
Maybe Hogwarts was the safe option; for her, for her mother, for her father even. Maybe at Hogwarts, Charity Alexandra Burbage would find what she sought in reason and discussion. Afterall, she’d spent years making rather socratic arguments over the world she experienced. Now on track to become the youngest Muggle Studies Professor, Charity call to young minds is a near revamp of how the subject had always been taught - and some are happier than others.
For as likely as she is to engage in deep meaningful conversation with you, she will not hesitate to outsmart and outwit you if her battle calls for it.
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Aesthetics:
Long cardigans, loose curls falling in every direction, handmade jewelry, leather jackets, freckles known only to those close enough to see, corduroy trousers, vinyl records and band posters scattered on walls, snapped guitar strings, torn book pages shoved into a diary, a bedside table that looks more like a library, hopping subway turnstiles when the situation calls for it, setting up her own tutoring station in the library, clearing away glass mugs in an East London bar, silly photographs lining her bedroom, a book of spells specifically for charming permanent marks into walls
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Sounds Like:
As Tears Go By; Marianne Faithfull, Cruel to be Kind; Nick Lowe, Big Yellow Taxi; Joni Mitchell, Warrior in Woolworths; X-Ray Spex, Monster; Paramore…..
Facts:
Her favorite musical artists are Marianne Faithfull
She can play most instruments, but its a jack-of-all trades, master-of-none situation
She used to paint Pro-Muggle and Muggleborn signs around campus, usually right on the stone walls and quidditch pitch.
She likes to take photographs of her friends lives. The style I imagine is very similar to that of Nan Goldin in the 80s.
There is a group of muggle friends she used to see regularly in the summers. Her relationship to them can be a little strained as there’s so much she isn’t allowed to tell them. They are a wild mix of universtiy students, artists, punks, hippies, etc.
Connection and Plot Ideas
THE CLOSE FRIENDS charity’s circle that she interacts with usually daily. They know her ins and outs. She is drawn to people who feels she engage in both mental and emotional states. She is talkative and likes to solve problems. They were an academic bunch, but they’re interests can diverge into many fields likely as they’ve grown.
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THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS Charity is a halfblood with wizard family on her father’s side. She would know some other wizard children, however she was much more engaged with the muggle world because she was closer to her mom growing up.
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THE INSURGENTS Someone who works with her in all respects for her beliefs in changing the view anti-muggle and muggleborn sentiment. They started when they were in school, and have found a way to continue this into daily life.
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THE SILENCER - Somebody trying incredibly hard to get her to shut up about her pro muggle and pro muggleborn talking points. It’s a real battle because she is so well spoken and so clever. This person is getting to the point of considering more extreme means to get her to stop. It could also be opposition to her position at the school, pretty flexible on this.
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EXES Charity never dated much, but was always a little too mature for her age so relationships likely never made it very far. She was always a million miles away.
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DECISION MAKER Charity was indecisive about her future. It’s a typical smart kid, told they were gifted when they were young and now they are suffering, type deal. This person thinks her skills are better put to use in the magical world. They may have even suggested she become a teacher…
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FLING In some ways Charity is more suited to flings, she can be endearingly sweet but also finds her brain just moving too fast. She is someone who is hard to keep up with.
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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE Wizard Pride and Prejudice, lets go. I’m flexible, this can have a different outcome I just think it would be fun that’s all.
( emre bey / cis-male / he/him ) — was that PETER PARLAK passing through diagon alley? yes, i think so… people around them say they remind them of a boy trying better to be than who he was, a love for your mother who you’d do anything for, late night dysfunction under the moonlight, memories of people you want to forgive and forget, trying to change your fate no matter the consequences, which i suppose seems fitting for a GRYFFINDOR. they’re actually pretty QUIET, ALOOF, and ASSURED for a TWENTY-ONE year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a WAITER for the GREASY SPOON (muggle diner). rumour has it that that HALFBLOOD is an ASSOCIATE of the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX? i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.
