#artem tremblay

[auror-frank]

Nothing Ventured

@artemthevictorious​

“And it’ll lead to nothing,” Artem said bitterly. They paused, eyes widening right after. They shouldn’t have said it, especially to an Auror, but it was true. Even if they found enough evidence to point at someone, Artem was sure the right people in charge would bury that or cast doubt on it before anything could come of it.

Technically Artem didn’t need to go through the alley to get to or leave work, but it was habit. Currently it was a habit of staring down a broken place and reminder of death. They always meant to hurry but ended up staring every day. They hadn’t even realize Frank was standing there too until he’d spoken, and Artem replied on instinct.

Artem cleared their throat, trying to look like it was a casual comment and not an Order sympathetic thought. It was one, and Frank wouldn’t begrudge them it. Still, if anyone around them heard, Artem didn’t want to get them both in trouble. “No offense to your office or anything, but it seems like nothing ever really happens for the Ministry to respond, does it?” 

Frank had once been more eager to defend the Ministry—had he been confronted with something like this a few years ago, he would have been much more determined to prove people wrong, to insist that the Ministry was doing its job. There was progress happening, but what was progress without any results?

There was a reason why Frank had left it to Dorcas to find the one who had vandalized Florean’s shop; his own hands had been tied, the Quick Sketch Quill’s description from Florean buried in a cabinet somewhere. 

He bit the inside of his lip, because he didn’t want to outright agree with Artem. It wasn’t an offense that could get Frank fired—criticizing the Ministry wasn’t strictly illegal, not like the tampering of evidence or the falsifying of documents—but it wouldn’t look great if he had to explain to Moody that the reason he had been called in was because he was making a perfectly valid point about—well, the Ministry. 

“I mean, no offense to—you know.” And Frank waved his hand around to gesture to the grand scheme of things, dropping his voice momentarily. “Whatever vigilante group exists hasn’t exactly done a great job of—well, doing what they’re supposed to.”

But the Order did have less rules, less dead ends, less structure. They had taken advantage of that freedom, yes, but sometimes so ineffectively....

Frank turned to the wix beside him with a nod. His hands stayed in his pockets, as if wandering around crumbling buildings were a casual endeavor. “Do you ever go by Art sometimes, or just Artem?”

[homenum-revelio-hq]

BASICS.

NAME. Artem Tremblay AGE. 27 ALUMNI HOUSE. Gryffindor BLOOD STATUS. Halfblood (Half-breed) ORDER RANK. Low-Level FACECLAIM. Kristen Stewart

PAST.

After giving birth to two perfectly good heirs but not quite being healthy enough to risk another pregnancy, the halfblood, but highly regarded Tremblay family, adopted a half-veela as a way to promise themselves a perfect daughter to raise to pureblood standards. Clearly some promises are meant to be broken because they got Artem, who grew up knowing that the expectations thrust on them were not what they wanted but not initially realizing why. Once at Hogwarts, Artem realized fully that they didn’t want to be a girl but that being a boy felt wrong too. Their brother Ellwood was always supportive of them, and even the rest of their traditional wannabe pureblood family reacted better than Artem would have expected. That didn’t stop them from disappearing after graduation. Artem plunged into the muggle world for a few years, and while it was an extreme culture shock, they ended up in the growing gay community of Muggle London. It was a good place to be with people who helped Artem feel like they didn’t belong in their own skin. That’s also where they picked up boxing, something that changed Artem’s life. They felt positively about their magic, but the physical ability to take action and feel capable no matter the situation or if they had a wand felt more freeing than anything. Technically Artem could have used their Veela charm in those situations, but Artem never used it if they could help it. They felt strong, physically and more mentally than they had in years, but it was time to acknowledge that they couldn’t stay away from the magical community where they had their roots. They missed too much.

PRESENT.

Now that they are back in the magical world, Artem deals more directly with that Veela heritage they’ve always tried to ignore. Muggles usually couldn’t put into words those halfveela traits, if they noticed them at all. Wix aren’t like that, and as far as Artem in concerned, most are far too bold it pointing them out. Artem doesn’t really believe the magical community can do better, but they definitely believe it can do worse. They joined the Order not because they believed in it, but because they were more concerned by the idea that Voldemort might win. What they’ve seen thus far from the Order hasn’t instilled much confidence in Artem that he won’t win anyway. Artem is starting from the bottom as a newcomer, and they’re not sure how much people trust them. That said, they don’t necessarily want to rise. They want to show up, do what must be done, and get out of there. Occasionally based on things that are said, though, Artem can’t help wanting to interject and have more of a voice. They may not be the most dedicated Order member, but if they’re here, Artem is going to try and do things right.

CONNECTIONS.

AINSLEY ABBOTT: Artem never quite knew how to classify Ainsley, and he appreciated her greatly for it. They’d met for the first time in the Hogwarts Library because she was in the middle of some grand theory that her audience clearly didn’t care about. Artem listened carefully from over by the stacks, and at the end of her theory, went, “But what about…” and completely undermined her idea. She loved it, and the two soon developed of habit of spiraling back and forth. Artem couldn’t begin to keep up on the theories, but he loved to argue and could logic his way through most. Ainsley is one of the few people he lets win. CARADOC DEARBORN. Artem had always been used to trailing after Ellwood, and while they had their own friends at Hogwarts, it was hard to adjust to giving him up to people like Caradoc. Through Ellie, Caradoc and Artem did spend some time together, but they were never really friends. Ellie had asked Artem after they’d settled on “not-girl” pronouns if he could share that information with Caradoc, and while it had made Artem apprehensive, they had agreed. It’s with a certain fondness now that they recall Caradoc never messing up once he knew. ARCHIBALD MACMILLAN. Artem has never liked Archie, and it’s not his fault. As a child, Artem was constantly reminded of their future duties as a perfect pureblood wife, and because they were the same age and would attend Hogwarts together, Archie was a common target for their mother’s musing. He was pureblood and seemed like the kind of person Artem could easily persuade. When the two were thrown together, it was always awkward and stiff, and it came to a great relief to Artem when his attention fixed on Isla. He may have called her a best friend, but Artem saw the writing on the wall long before their engagement was public. If they still resent him a little, well, it’s because Artem still has to hear from their mother how they squandered that opportunity.

Alternate FC Suggestions: Jamie Clayton, Asia Kate Dillon

ARTEM IS TAKEN.

[everybody-talks]

💰 rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops: Hestia, Efa, Artem

She'd rob a bank with Efa. Although they absolutely do not get along, she thinks Efa would be down. Luci also figures it'd be easier to rob a bank with someone you wouldn't necessarily mind throwing under the bus.

She'd hide a body with Artem. Although she doesn't know him yet, she'd think Artem probably knows some good hiding spots. Lol!

She'd rat on Hestia to the cops, cuz since Hestia basically IS a cop, she'd probably get let off.... right? Hestia seems lovely and level-headed, and she wouldn't wanna place her in peril of actually breaking the law. Lol.

[auror-frank]

Diagon Alley, or what’s left of it 23-31 March 1982 open starter

Perhaps Emlen Lowe would be where he and Sirius had left him days before, or so Frank would have liked to imagine. Although he had done a fantastic job of clearing most of the debris from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream parlor, the shop had been left untouched—the ice cream behind the counter melted. He didn’t dare step into that boundary; Florean’s body had already been found and taken, and Frank tried to conjure the memory of his enthusiasm for that strange combination of flavor the last time he had been a customer.

What was left of the storefronts have all been boarded up, many of which remained closed—or at least cautiously open. Eeylop’s Owl Emporium had no owls left and Quality Quidditch Supplies had no Quidditch supplies to speak of. As it seemed typical now, the Aurors had come too late, only to be met with more bodies on the street than Death Eaters to fight. He had been there, but he hadn’t fought; instead, there were a half dozen wix who weren’t part of their body count because of what he and Sirius managed. That didn’t make him feel much better about leaving his post, but he could only lose so much blood to a cursed wound before he had dropped useless on the cobblestone.

“Are you looking for something?” Frank asked warily; he had company, but it wasn’t unwelcome; the Alley could only be closed off by the Ministry for so long, especially with how widespread the damage was. The trouble the Inner Circle kicked up about writing James Potter’s name in unextinguishable fire was nothing compared to the what had tore into the fabric that magical society had woven into its muggle counterparts. “They’ve cleaned everything up and, you know, gathered just about all the evidence they could gather.”