#character-dev*

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mood: softly plucked nocturnes echoing down the hall, ink fingerprints left behind on parchment, unsuspecting feet falling into rain puddles, mud from wet earth splashed onto cloaks, curtains drawn over windows at all hours of the day, melted candle wax on antique wood, lying in the grass watching clouds dance through the sky, bent over furiously scribbling in cafes, drinking wine in the park with friends all day, the sharp smell of a fresh loaf rising in a brick oven, olive oil dripping from the tips of fingers, coffee mixed with brown sugar scathing hot on the tongue, waxing poetic words to anyone willing who will listen, the echoes of an audiences hands whispering job well done through a crowded theater.

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kingsley a. shacklebolt

still an auror lurking in the shadows of the ministry doing tasks even when it's beneath his talents, order member always ready to answer when called, still thinking about horcruxes and where or what they might be, slytherin 1972-1979.

Sense and Sensibility

(in mini using book plots as inspo) kingsley may have come from a long line of sacred 28 purebloods but he was never really one of them. his father worked for the department of international cooperation as an ambassador and it was in benin after the passing of his first wife that he had met kingsley's mother. a pureblood witch who's family went so far back in their community they have ties to the origins of vodou. he was born in the west african country as well as his two siblings up until the age of eight, when his father was elected into the wizengamot and moved his new family to england. despite being introduced into english pureblood society, kingsley, his siblings, his mother were always othered by his grandparents and their friends. given his first marriage was an arrangement, his father was determined in this second time to marry for love despite his parents trying to force a new betrothal. they didn't approve of a witch who did foreign magic and always doubted her pure blood even when she had enough gall to slam a family grimoire with her family tree on a dinner table in front of them. having left his first born son in the care of his parents for a whole new family didn't help soothe his parent's wrath and as a consequence, kingsley and his younger siblings reaped what their father sowed when he passed away. kinglsey was only in his third year and though he was left a very great sum of money (half to be exact) his eldest brother took it all for himself, leaving them to live off an allowance he gave them that got smaller and smaller as the years went by.

today, kingsley, his eldest brother and their youngest sibling are the only living members of the shacklebolt family.

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→ IRIS PIPPA MACMILLAN  23 // civilian // sacred 28 // slytherin alum // chaser for harpies

(theme) once upon a time - donna summer // once upon a time - donna summer // the witching hour - psychic mirros // figure it out (night edit) - ekkah // under the milky way - say lou lou // poor fake - kelsey lu // spring rounds from rite of spring - alice coltrane // summer - angel olsen // past, present & future - the shangri-las // sing swan song - can // here on spotify

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→ D’ANGELO LEE JORDAN 29 // ether // half-blood // gryffindor alum 

midnight marauder tour guide - a tribe called quest // spirit in the dark - aretha franklin // blackman’s word (black man’s pride) -alton ellis // deep in a dream - hank mobley, sonny clark  // baltimore - nina simone // lips of wine -dennis brown // a sign of the ages - gil scott-heron // burning of the midnight lamp - jimi hendrix // midnight - a tribe called quest // mood indigo - louis armstrong, duke ellington // here on spotify

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iris is not sure who she is, torn between the morals her mother taught her and the lifestyle her grandparents gave her. she’s ashamed to admit she wants it. that she’s taunted by the manors of old money which hardly seems an appropriate term, with how ancient it all goes back. opulence runs deep, tempting her to sell her soul to have it all.

aesthetics: light reflecting off sea water, glistening // the sound of rain beating through an open window // diamonds sparkling in candle light  // the rising sun during golden hour // chapped lips peeled raw // lucid daydreams that turn into deja vu // teeth grazing bruising skin // an ancient chateau gathering dust // the weight of a family legacy in the palm of a long thin hand // the tinkle of crystal cups smashing against a white wall // the shadow that catches in the corner of your eye making mistrust your aloneness // the pleasant burn of attention // the insatiable pit of hunger, mouth watering for more.

first impressions: like a midsummer’s day, she warms the room as she walks in— heel first, then calves to long thighs that walk with the grace of a swan, to hips that sway in a way that makes any good moral man turn away with a blush, to long torso holding long arms and delicate hands, with narrow shoulders and blonde head. makes you quiver in your skin trying to guess what the mischievous smirk on her lips could mean. an easy warm smile is never too far away from a face so sharp and angular. crystal blue eyes dance wild like a storm rattled sea, there is an unwavering self confidence and certainty that emanates, almost intimidatingly so, from her glowing skin. she is a wild fire waiting to happen, waiting to engulf you whole.

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an iris macmillan moodboard

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a d’angelo jordan moodboard

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MARGAUX WILL AVERY: Scorpio Sun, Gemini Moon, Libra Rising~

moody | paranoid | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | petty | honest | brave | ambitious | intelligent | confident | clever | 

dried flowers in the kitchen, the view of lighting rolling through clouds from an above broomstick view, small ferns on iron stands turning brown in the corner of a bathroom, subway tiles and antique crystal glasses, dead ancestors and expressionist art hanging on lavender walls, morning dew creating halos around street lamps, the angry slam of doors being heard through brownstone walls, peach lips and faded freckles, wine stains on teeth and old hand-me-down rugs, squirrels fighting in a park tree, walking home alone before dawn, navy dress pants cropped at the ankle and a trench coat cinched tightly at the waist, the wafting smell off coffee brewed after 8pm, storm winds shaking glass windows, bees stinging your skin, nocturnes playing on her grandfather’s gramophone, wet earth and hard cliff stone, a lone diamond and pearl earring hanging from an ear- the other one gone missing some hours ago. 

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