rolling eyes beneath pitch black sunglasses. half drunk glasses of red wine stained with red lipstick. a roaring lion now strangled with a quick slithering snake. stacks upon stacks of perfectly completed assignments. rolling through an empty and hollow mansion on dusty, old roller-skates. a permanent smirk on the large and important portrait that takes up half the wall.
if you’re looking for MARLENE MCKINNON, you’ll probably find HER in the SLYTHERIN dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY-ONE year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like MAYA HAWKE. they seem CLEVER, DETERMINED & ENTERPRISING to me, but apparently they’re also ARROGANT, SCRUTINISING & OBSTINATE. maybe that’s why their patronus is A CROW.
links: stats
character inspo: robin buckley (stranger things), britta perry (community), donna paulsen (suits), cassandra pressman (the society), jessica huang (fresh off the boat), piper chapman (orange is the new black)
triggers: nsfw
BACKGROUND
Miss Marlene McKinnon : one of a kind. Not your classmates younger sister’s tutor. Not your friend’s cousin’s twin. Not the girl who gave your friend head in a cupboard on the fourth floor. She’s Marlene - and she demands your attention.
Marlene has always been rather exceptional. From a young age she has shown herself to be far more advanced then anyone is ever expected to be - a prodigy, if you wish to put a label on it. She was walking and talking before her twin brother had even got a handle on crawling and she’s been muttering incantations from the age of five. She’s exceptionally talented at everything she attempts, perfecting complicated spells and manevours and twenty-letter words far before anyone expects her to. Or at least, when she was younger it was a surprise. Now she’ll be damned if you don’t know what she can do. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Mr and Mrs McKinnon were rather kind parents. They were kind and softly spoken and damn good with a wand. They were so kind, in fact, that they pandered to Marlene’s rather big ego and always made sure she knew she was special, an extraordinary little girl. She was paraded at Pureblood events as the best her generation had to offer, and even some of Pureblood society’s greatest elitists had respect for the McKinnon’s simply because of how exceptional their eldest daughter was. Marlene was proud, for a while - she loved her mother and father, and she loved her twin and their little sibling and it delighted her to know she could make this family known.
As she grew up, of course, her mother and father’s backbone started to show. Though they wouldn’t announce it at parties or the like, they made sure their children knew that blood elitism was beneath them. They were accepting of anyone who deserved their respect, no matter what their blood lineage said about them. Mr and Mrs McKinnon might not have been loud about that to the public, but Marlene certainly did - by the time she was ten, all the respect she had earned from her fellow Purebloods vanished as she made it widely known that she didn’t give a damn if you were Muggleborn - she would love you just the same.
When Marlene started at Hogwarts, no one was particularly surprised that she didn’t follow in her mother and brother’s footsteps of joining Hufflepuff - though perhaps there was a certain expectation that she was a Gryffindor, like her father. Exactly fifty-two seconds after the hat was placed on her head, Marlene was inducted into the house of the snakes, and a part of her was disappointed. Although she knew deep down that this was where she belonged (she’d always been ambitious, cunning, intelligent beyond compare), she had no particular wish to join the nasty children who had shunned her from Pureblood society. She wouldn’t let them know of her disappointment, of course, in fact she would push to be the best witch that damned house had ever seen, but late at night sometimes, behind the curtains of her four-poster, she would wish she was with her brother, or even her knew friends - Slytherin felt isolating.
It didn’t take long for Marlene to cement her in Hogwarts’ popularity scale - right at the top. She was one of the brightest witches the school had seen in a long time, but she was also fun and loving and the life of Hogwarts’ party scene. She might’ve had a head two sizes too big, but many believed she had deserved it. She topped every class she partoke in, she was Keeper for the Slytherin Quidditch team by her third year, and she’d even taken to tutoring students in the years above her. She was Marlene McKinnon : exceptionally exceptional.
PERSONALITY & MISCELLANEOUS
If you couldn’t already tell, Marlene is incredibly arrogant. She’s talented at pretty much everything and she knows it. And she’ll tell you. Some people resent her for it, whereas others just see it as a confidence they aspire towards. My hot take is she’s a dumbass.
She is of the undeniable belief that her word is gold and if you try and challenge that, you’re wrong. Sometimes these beliefs are good, sometimes they’re questionable, but good luck trying to tell her that. She’s stubborn and obstinate and, yet again, super arrogant.
She’s incredibly ambitious, but don’t try and ask her what she wants to do once she graduates - she doesn’t know. Of course the clearest path for her would be straight to the Ministry, but there is not a bone in Marlene’s body that trusts politics. She believes the Ministry of Magic is as corrupt as they come and believes her talents would be wasted at such a place, but it’s difficult for her to conceive where else she’d be useful. She’s McStruggling.
She adores her family a lot. Try and mess with Marc (her twin) and she’ll Cut You. Try and mess with their younger sibling and you’re dead. A family gal first and foremost!
She’s obviously talented at everything she does, but she has a particular gift for duelling - and she has every intention of using that to her advantage in the upcoming war. She hates Pureblood supremacy and will fight tooth and nail to ensure that Muggleborn’s can keep the rights they earned.
Pansexual but tired of men.
A bit of a serial dater, she finds it hard to settle down. It’s not that she doesn’t believe in monogamy, she’s just so hard to keep up with and she knows that and there’s so few people who can calm her down, but it’s what she needs.
smiling while your heart is bleeding, muffled laughs in a seemingly empty corridor, setting yourself on fire to keep your friends warm, half-healed scars reopened with another wound, tears bleeding down an angel statue.
if you’re looking for REMUS LUPIN, you’ll probably find HIM in the GRYFFINDOR dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY year old HALFBLOOD who looks kind of like FROY GUTIERREZ. they seem LOGICAL, PROTECTIVE & FAIR to me, but apparently they’re also DESTRUCTIVE, FAITHLESS & VOLATILE. maybe that’s why their patronus is A WOLF.
remus was born to lyall ( a pureblood ) and hope ( a muggle ) lupin on january 22nd. lyall worked at the ministry within the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures and hope was a stay-at-home mum, spending all her time looking after little remus.
for the first five years of his life, remus had a relatively calm childhood — his parents loved and doted on him, he was truly the apple of their eye, and to them, he could do no wrong. hope loved to teach him how to cook, especially baked goods, and lyall would often take remus to the ministry where the little boy would stare wide-eyed at all the inner-workings of the magical world. they were a tight-knit, loving family… all until fenrir greyback got involved.
in late 1963, fenrir greyback was brought in for questioning after the death of two muggles at the hands of a werewolf. due to the ministry’s complete incompetence, they had no record of greyback being a werewolf, and therefore fell for his whole ‘i’m a muggle thing’. lyall, of course, wasn’t having it, and after trying to convince the committee in control of the case that he was sure greyback was a werewolf ( to no avail ) lost his temper and called all werewolves ‘soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’.
fenrir, having been in the room at the time, grew furious, and after escaping from the ministry’s hands decided to exact his revenge. thus on january 17th, 1964, fenrir broke into the lupin household and bit little remus lupin, turning him into a werewolf.
the family immediately started to spiral. lyall threw himself into his work, trying absolutely everything he could to find a cure for lycanthropy. hope grew distant from her son, too afraid to even touch him for fear of what he might do. at only five years of age, remus of course didn’t understand what all the fuss was even about, he couldn’t possibly fathom what had thrown his family into such chaos — that is, of course, until his first transition.
remus will always remember the first time he turned. pain doesn’t even begin to describe it. it was as if every cell in his body had been cut into a million pieces and then set on fire and he was expected to deal with the pain all on his own.
[ CHILD NEGLECT TW with no cure feasibly in sight, lyall and hope had locked remus away in the basement for three days starting from the day of the full moon, unsure how the lycanthropy would present itself. at first, remus protested, scared and alone while he suffered through the worst pain of his life, but as the scratch marks began to show themselves on the wood of the room, he started to think ill of even himself and even encouraged his parents to lock him away. END TW ]
despite lyall and hope insisting that they would always love their little boy and they would always love each other, the curse began to take its toll on everyone.
with lyall spending 20 hours a day at the ministry to try and find a cure, hope grew restless and even more terrified of her own son, insisting that they move any time someone inquired about the noises coming from their basement. as a muggle, she had always found it hard to adjust to a wizarding lifestyle, but having a werewolf for a son proved to be too much and so shortly after remus turned nine, hope ran away without so much as a trace.
[ CHILD NEGLECT, ALCOHOLISM TW although it was clear that lyall had fallen out of love with both his wife and his son during the four years he’d thrown himself into his work, the disappearance of hope was still a massive shock for him. lyall positively hated that he would now have to raise a werewolf all on his own, and now having given up trying to find a cure for lycanthropy, turned his emotions towards the liquor cabinet.
at just nine years of age, remus had no friends, no mother, an alcoholic father and still he had to deal with a transition every single month — i guess you can say that he wasn’t doing too great. END TW ]
[ EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION TW for as long as he can remember, however, remus has never blamed his parents for hating him — especially his father. even when lyall would throw bottles and yell nasty things at his very own son, remus would always just bite his tongue and accept that he deserved it. after all, his parents had never asked for a werewolf son. END TW ] and so he always tried his absolute best to please his father, which is why he worked hard at just eleven years of age with headmaster dumbledore to ensure that he would have a safe space at hogwarts to make his father proud.
honestly, lyall didn’t even care about the education his son was going to get — he just wanted some time alone to not have to deal with a werewolf every four weeks.
first starting at hogwarts, remus found it incredibly difficult to find his place. he’d been sorted into gryffindor in no time, but he couldn’t really understand how it was he could belong with these confident, rambunctious students. he’d always thought himself to be a shy, quiet kid — turns out he just hadn’t met the right people. for as soon as he’d been bunked with james, sirius and peter, the real remus started to show itself.
with no one trying to run away from him or curse him with nasty names, remus found a certain level of confidence within the school walls. he was intelligent, popular, and frankly fun and the fact that he had to disappear for a few days every month ( ‘my father’s sick again’ ) never stopped him from making friends.
the only thing that mattered was that they couldn’t know about that part of him — because if they knew, then they would have to be burdened with it, and there was no possible way remus could handle another person hating him like his father did.
after forming a bond with the boys closer than he had ever felt, it was really just a matter of time before they noticed the pattern in remus’ disappearances and in his behaviour — and when they confronted him in their second year with their correct assumption, remus was positively terrified. he tried to convince them that he would stay away, that he didn’t mean any harm, that he was sorry they knew, but instead of being disgusted, the boys were accepting, and after getting over the initial shock of having someone who still loved him as a werewolf, he grew to be grateful for having someone by his side through it all.
of course, he’s still absolutely terrified to this day that one day they’ll change their minds and leave just as his mother did, and so still every full moon he tries to convince them that they don’t have to come, but they have showed no signs of wavering and just wow he loves his boys.
[ EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION TW after sirius escaped from home in their sixth year, there was a lot of weight put onto remus’ shoulders about whether he would leave his own home, too. his friends knew that it wasn’t a safe environment for him to be in, but after years of lyall twisting with his emotions, remus felt a sick bond to his father and couldn’t possibly see why he should leave. he wanted his father to be proud of him, to be happy, and he tried every summer to make this work — and perhaps it never would. but that didn’t matter to remus. because frankly, he couldn’t see that. END TW ]
PERSONALITY
remus would do literally anything for his friends. they are his family, they are his lifeline, and they are a big part of who he is today. his loyalty and protective nature is unwavering, and he’s often been labelled the Dad of his group for this.
despite the fact that so many people have proven him wrong, remus has little faith in people’s humanity. first, there had to be someone who did this to him. second, there were people in the ministry who treated his father like trash for what his son had been cursed with. third, he sees the mistreatment of muggles and muggleborns every day and he just has to ask why. it takes a lot for one to prove themselves to remus, simply because he is of little faith.
he channels a lot of his self-loathing and destructive thoughts into humour and sarcasm. he loves dry humour and he loves pranks, and you can rest assured that he is the mastermind behind 99% of the marauders shenanigans. he’s seriously the epitome of that when life gives you lemons vine guy, like just that ‘depressed teens’ humour is just… so him.
*inhales* hi ! i’m roni ( she/her ) , i’m nineteen , i’m from california and i must confess : i’m a fake very very clueless as i’ve never been in any sort of hp rp before . . . but i’m also rly Determined so i’m gonna fake it ‘til i make it ! but anyways , this is marc and he’s a loser ?? i’m rly bad at writing bios but . . . i tried ?? but yeah , pls read about him below ! also give this a like if you’d like to plot && i’ll message you asap , though i’m probably gonna message everyone anyways omg
dusty stacks of old, worn out books you’ve collected but haven’t yet found the time to read . . . forgiving someone no matter how hard it may be . . . the hand that pulls you back up when you fall . . . fields of sunflowers at sunset . . . doing what you think is right even if others are against it . . . the warm and calming sounds of a piano filling the room . . . lying in the grass for hours, soaking up the warm sun .
if you’re looking for MARC MCKINNON, you’ll probably find HIM in the HUFFLEPUFF dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY-ONE year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like ALEX FITZALAN. they seem AFFABLE, COURTEOUS & FRANK to me, but apparently they’re also STUBBORN, OPINIONATED & FICKLE. maybe that’s why their patronus is A BASSET HOUND. ( cis male / he/him )
。・ * ✧ about !
marc was never as bright or quick as his sister, often finding himself among the average ( and even sometimes below ) , though he never really minded, finding comfort in knowing he’d at least tried his very best.
even as a child, marc was kind and gentle ( much like his parents ) as well as curious and full of his own thoughts and opinions. as he got older, the more he believed his opinions were always right and was more adamant towards them. one of his earliest thoughts was regarding the attitude and morals held by most purebloods-- he simply didn’t understand them, and almost hated being stuck with the label, as well. he kept it to himself for a while, but soon learned his parents felt the same way, and everything made sense to him. he knew he was right and it was then he vowed to speak his mind more frequently rather than hide his opinions.
marc always felt deep down that he was a hufflepuff and hoped for nothing more when first attending hogwarts. any fear he might’ve felt about getting sorted into any other house was quickly buried-- he knew in his heart he wouldn’t get them, and his heart was rarely wrong. he only hoped his sister would be there with him, but he knew she’d be fine on her own in slytherin, and she was, mostly. marc, on the other hand, struggled his first year trying to find his own place within the school and within his house. it didn’t take long, though, and people were sort of drawn to him -- his friendly and polite disposition almost like a beacon -- and he soon found himself climbing the social ladder, not entirely realizing how or when it happened.
he still wasn’t the brightest student, but he had found certain things he did excel at, such as herbology, astronomy, potions, care of magical creatures, and charms ( though he also thoroughly enjoyed muggle studies ) as well as quidditch ( as a chaser ! ) and even becoming a prefect for his house.
marc is most often spotted chatting with friends in the hall ( and constantly making new ones ) , helping anyone and everyone in need of it, or just . . . arguing. though in his free time, he loves to read, play music, and just like ... walk around exploring ??
。・ * ✧ etc !
house : hufflepuff
patronus : a basset hound
clubs / etc : quidditch ( chaser ! ) , prefect , potions club , astronomy club, charms club
inspo : amy santiago , michael scott , winston bishop , jessica day , etc
im rly bad at writing bios so i don’t think i got to properly convey everything i wanted to so !! time to blab ?? slash ( / ) a tldr ?? okay so !!
marc spends a lot of his free time reading but he’s kinda a slow reader bc he gets distracted easily or can’t find the free time but he rly does love to read ??
loves loves loves plants n herbology ??
is rly rly friendly n loves company n loves people he’s just a people person i guess??
isn’t the most talented ever but he’s okay with that because he knows his strengths lie more in other things !!
he doesn’t know what he wants to do in the future and if u ask him , he’ll give u a different answer each time ( though his go-to’s are usually something about wanting to work in hogsmead or as a herbology professor even though he knows either might not be the best fit , like , socially?? )
follows the rules but sometimes wishes he was a bit more rebellious ??
but he likes to wander around a lot and if people question him he’ll pull the prefect card
basically he’s ..all the stuff in his musings tag n aesthetics and that scene from spider-man homecoming where peter’s like “i can be intimidating” ( this one ) except ..he can sometimes but that’s usually just bc he’s rly loud n passionate about his opinions omg he’s rly just a softie i wish i was better at elaborating but i’m not but trust me you’ll see dhfjd
。・ * ✧ connection ideas !
i’m so ! bad @ this but uh
best friends / ( fr )enemies / unlikely friends / bad influence / any friends ???
exes / flirtationship / unrequited crush ( can go either way ) ??
forgot to mention . . . but marc is bi so !! these are open to anyone n everyone !!
rain on dark windowpanes, the heavy sweetness of red wine, ink-stained fingers. dark curls escaping from pins, cold coffee dregs and burnt out matches from a guilty cigarette. holy places long since abandoned, the simmering wildness of a bird caged, and the ancient ache for freedom. ┊ if you’re looking for ANDROMEDA BLACK, you’ll probably find HER in the SLYTHERIN dorm with the rest of the SIXTH years. they’re the TWENTY year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like KATIE DOUGLAS. they seem SELF-RELIANT, INQUISITIVE, ELOQUENT to me, but apparently they’re also CONTRARY, CYNICAL, HAUGHTY. maybe that’s why their patronus is A RAVEN.
PINTEREST !!
( rain on dark windowpanes, the heavy sweetness of red wine, ink-stained fingers, greyish purple of dawn, cold bones, fastening the clasp of a silver necklace. dark curls escaping from pins, starched white shirts under wool coats, cold coffee dregs and burnt out matches from a guilty cigarette. fog over the scottish moor, the soft tick of a grandfather clock, stars peeking through an overcast sky, the stark echo of a single violin. the pages of a book turning in a library past midnight. holy places long since abandoned, the simmering wildness of a bird caged, and the ancient ache for freedom. a tempest barely contained within a girl. )
PRE-HOGWARTS !!
andromeda & her mother have what u can call a strained relationship. from her moment of birth, druella saw everything andromeda did as an act of rebellion, whether it was a childish question asked in the wrong place at the wrong time, or getting so absorbed in a book she forgot to come down for dinner, or a bit of accidental wandless magic born out of a moment of frustration. every day was a trial against andromeda, with her parents acting as the judge, jury and executioner, & over and over again she was found GUILTY.
andromeda never meant to defy her mother, at first, but no matter how hard she tried to please druella, nothing she ever did was quite good enough. there was always some fault, whether it was a lock of hair tumbling free from its pin, a corset come unlaced, posture ruined from hunching over a book. her wrists were too bony, her lips were too thin, her skin too easily flushed.
[ ABUSE TW ] it didn’t escape andromeda’s notice that every flaw her mother criticized was one druella shared as well, and when she grew older she realized her mother’s dissatisfaction with andromeda was merely a product of her own dissatisfaction with herself. but that didn’t feed her the nights she was denied dinner for her ‘ misbehaviour ’. it didn’t take back the days andromeda went unable to speak thanks to a punitive silencio, and it didn’t grant andromeda’s wish to have a real mother who loved her. [ END TW ]
did druella love her children ? who knows. maybe she did, in her own twisted way. but druella was first and foremost a business woman, and her main trade was her daughters. andromeda grew up listening to endless warnings that her mother would “ never be able to find andromeda a husband if … ” and then came whichever grievance she’d chosen to focus on that day.
it cannot come as a surprise that andromeda learned to live in the shadows, away from her mother’s disapproving glare; that she learned to rely on herself and herself only, that she learned to watch & observe & test the waters, to think before acting. ( of course, druella did not approve of this either, and informed andromeda that no man would want a girl who was so serious all the time. )
her parents often dragged her and her sisters to various pureblood functions, where andromeda stood off to the side in uncomfortably starched dresses, disappearing like smoke any time someone looked like they were heading over to strike up conversation. she would explore the pureblood manors, all silent footsteps & watchful eyes, making observations on how the wizarding world’s elite lived their lives, noting separate beds in the master bedrooms & half-empty whiskey bottles in the washrooms. it seemed like everyone was only looking out for themselves in this world, trying to further their own social status and wealth.
at home, she would escape to the roof with a book, whether it was a history of warlocks or the kind of torrid romance novel druella pretended she didn’t read, dark eyes hardly looking up as the sun sank lower in the sky, fingers blackened with ink by the time she closed her book and descended into the house to face her mother’s wrath that she missed her piano lessons.
is it strange that such a cynical girl could have such a yearning for beautiful things ? or would that merely be a side effect of cynicism, to long for something to thaw a hardened heart ? andromeda loved beautiful things, perhaps a bit too much, but she did not trust them. nothing beautiful was made to last, and if it was, it wasn’t truly beautiful. sunsets faded to darkness, books ended, lovers grew apart. the inherent transience of beauty made andromeda crave it all the more.
HOGWARTS !!
hogwarts was a breath of fresh air for andromeda, the chance to experience life outside her parents’ regime. to her inquisitive, probing nature, an ancient, magical castle full of history & secrets was paradise, let alone all the classes it housed. and the people — andromeda had never seen so many people in her lifetime. hundreds & hundreds of students filled the castle, all with their own thoughts and lives and desires.
an introvert by nature, she didn’t interact, merely observed. she made best friends with the library & the constellations, sneaking out of the dorm to sit with her legs dangling over the fifty-foot drop of the astronomy tower, eyes finding her constellation, andromeda, and wondering if her fate was written in the stars too; drunk on the beauty of an untamed scottish night.
the unidentifiable yearning she’d always kept tucked inside a corner of her heart ballooned until she could hardly stand it. it was a yearning to be something more than the perfect pureblood wife her mother was trying to groom her to be, a thirst to prove herself in some way she didn’t even understand yet, and it was this ambition & drive that got her sorted into slytherin.
if druella & cygnus had thought andromeda was unmanageable before hogwarts , when she wasn’t even trying to be, she was downright wild when she returned for winter break in first year. now that she knew life could be better than what she was currently living at home, she buzzed with a restless energy that alarmed her parents. andromeda may have been troublesome before, but this was bordering on dangerous. druella made the decision that andromeda would not be returning to hogwarts. [ ABUSE TW ] this sparked one of the worst fights they’d ever had, and culminated in a rare but unforgiving physical beating. [ END TW ]
eventually druella conceded, and andromeda was allowed to return, but she was much more cautious now. she only made friends who her parents would approve of, she kept her nose clean, and at home, she played the part of the dutiful daughter. there were still small rebellions, though — long curls cut short with a silver flash of the kitchen scissors; a nicked pack of her father’s cigarettes smoked cross-legged on the roof, coughing into her fist so nobody would hear. as she got older, she paired the cigarettes & book with red wine , the finest she dared steal without risk of being caught. this was her escape, her small patch of beauty in an ugly world.
andromeda keeps to herself at hogwarts as much as she can. the only people she spent time with were those her parents approved of, and she didn’t like most of them. she threw herself into her schoolwork instead, easily landing herself a spot among the top students.
but she loves hogwarts, loves it with all her heart, as so many abused children do – it’s a safe haven, a place where she can at least pretend she’s free. she loves learning everything that she can ( in fact, she was very nearly sorted into ravenclaw ). her favourite place to be is the astronomy tower, and she still escapes there whenever she’s feeling a bit too claustrophobic.
she was chosen to be a slytherin prefect for her year and although she thought she wouldn’t like it, she’s grown to enjoy the position. not for the power it gives her over her fellow students, but for the escape it brings. she can associate with people she would normally never talk to, and roam the castle freely past curfew. and andromeda isn’t a naturally nurturing person, but she’s found that she enjoys talking to and helping the younger years. she sees their wonder at hogwarts in their eyes, the same wonder that she felt, and has grown quite protective over quite a few of them.
she’s technically in slug club, due to her prowess in potions and her illustrious family name, although she hardly ever goes – she does not like slughorn at all, nor most of the people he’s selected to be in his little club. other than that, however, andromeda doesn’t make a habit of joining clubs or teams or anything that would involve her being forced to interact with people.
PERSONALITY !!
those who don’t know andromeda might say she’s aloof, proud, detached, all flint eyes & sharp edges. and they wouldn’t be wrong. andromeda’s habit of keeping to the shadows has carried on into her hogwarts years, and as an introvert, her solitary nature can sometimes come off as downright anti-social. she’s naturally pensive, and her pensive face just so happens to look pissed off.
she finds it hard to trust people. she’s so used to a world shaped by selfishness that she rarely meets someone she doesn’t suspect of having ulterior motives. after all , beautiful people, like beautiful things, are temporary. everyone turns ugly sooner or later; everyone’s claws are eventually revealed.
andromeda carries an unmistakable air of wealth that, although entirely unintentional, can rub people the wrong way. she has a taste for the finer things in life — an aged wine, a silken scarf — and sees no reason why she shouldn’t enjoy them. she’s well read & well bred, and has a vocabulary and accent that can seem pretentious to some.
do not confuse eloquence with smoothness, though — just because she knows more four-syllable words than most doesn’t mean she knows how to use them. awkwardness comes off as aloofness and snobbery. think mr fitzwilliam darcy.
but those who do know andromeda, those precious, precious few, know of her vivacity, her independent streak, her love of learning, her dry humour, the dimples that appear with every mischievous smile. they know the fire she’s kept hidden in her heart for so long, and the proud, apathetic mask she slips on so easily whenever she’s hurting.
OTHER !!
gender / sexuality: cis female / bisexual
birthday / zodiac: jan 11 / capricorn
mbti: intj
moral alignment: chaotic neutral
temperament: melancholic
patronus: raven
amortentia: dried ink, pine, petrichor, dark chocolate
tarot cards spread beneath trembling fingers, bubblegum and cigarette breath, never speaking a wish out loud for fear it won’t come true, knuckles whitening around a steering wheel as you slam on the brakes, laughing till your throat is raw, shimmering eyeshadow and flowing skirts rimmed in mud, only catching your breath on the roof, wilting daisies in empty firewhiskey bottles, oversized hoop earrings, ice cream dripping sticky-sweet down your wrist, looking your mother in the eyes when you lie. ┊ if you’re looking for MARY MACDONALD, you’ll probably find HER in the GRYFFINDOR dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY year old MUGGLEBORN who looks kind of like MEDALION RAHIMI. they seem INQUISITIVE, COMPASSIONATE, VIVACIOUS to me, but apparently they’re also ESCAPIST, DEPENDENT, FLIGHTY. maybe that’s why their patronus is A HUMMINGBIRD. ( cis female & she / her )
mary macdonald was born maryam madani, to an iranian mother who wasn’t expecting her, but loved her nonetheless. zahra madani came to england for what was supposed to be graduate school, but instead turned into a surprise pregnancy with an english boyfriend who didn’t stick around very long after zahra told him she was pregnant
it took zahra a while to finish grad school with a newborn baby but she did it !!! we stan a queen. eventually started her own private psychology practice in birmingham
a single, immigrant iranian mother raising her daughter in 1960s england ?? that’s tough bro ! madani became macdonald, zahra became sarah, and maryam became mary in order to make mary’s childhood as seamless as possible
but even so, mary was always different as a child in ways her mother couldn’t explain
spoiler: it’s cause she’s a witch
mary always was kind of an awkward loner as a child. it meant she studied a lot tho !! lil baby nerd spent all her afternoons at the library cause her mother was working and it was cheaper than paying for childcare
wow tb to when mary was good at school... #spoileralert
anyways and then they found out that hey ! mary was a witch ! whoa
so she started at her semi-local wizarding school super excited n then found out that everyone else already knew so much more than her.... she just felt so behind and dumb and very discouraged yanno
plus she was far from home for the first time !!! she missed her mom !! homesick bb
when she went to hogwarts she was like. fuck this i’m reinventing myself. i’m gonna be the Fun And Exciting one
so she was always the class clown, wore a lot of badly applied makeup, goofed off in class and hiked her skirt up a few inches shorter, spread rumours about herself to make herself more interesting, talked loudly and made inappropriate jokes and got drunk on school nights
she liked attention and liked being liked
she bases her self-worth on how other people view her..... girl thats Unhealthy but idk she does it anyway
was ofc getting flak for being muggleborn but she kind of put on a v carefree attitude to hide it
obviously her grades were slipping but she kept on that who cares attitude, and at home told her mom that p meant perfect
as the years passed, she felt more and more like an impostor, searching for her passion and her place in the wizarding world, flitting from friend to friend and fling to fling, quitting different clubs and joining another
but idk as loud and crass and aimless as she could be .... she never rly had a bad word to say about people ? she always believed in the best possible version of other people
SCARS TW / until she woke up one day in fifth year, eighteen years old, in the hospital wing with jagged white scars running along her side and across her chest, and no memory of how they got there / END TW
madam pomfrey told her she’d been attacked and was found unconscious and badly hurt in the third floor hallway. but whether it was the result of a spell, or the trauma, or because she was under the influence, mary has no memories of the night
the rumours all point to mulciber, and she chooses to believe it because it’s not like she has a better idea
the week before her attack, her divination professor told her there was danger approaching. at the time, mary brushed it off with a laugh and an eye roll, but she fixated on it afterwards
now idk she’s really into divination ? it’s one of the few things she takes seriously. she always has her pack of tarot cards on her. her line of thinking is that if magic is possible, why can’t divination be possible ? it’s kind of a coping mechanism i guess. she needs something to lean on, something to believe with all the uncertainty in her life
she knows she’s a cliche and a cautionary tale but she doesn’t know how to be anything but
she’s not super happy rn but listen that just means there’s room for character growth
ok that was a rambly mess but um ya ? come plot with me
hello, im cait and this is my gay angel, eden and heres a little about her!! i use she/her pronouns and my timezone is gmt. i’m always open to plots so hmu!! i also have a plot page so you can have a little look at that for any inspo!!
having to learn that you don’t have to become your parents. the familiar scent of a new book. never wanting to be anything but the best at everything. having that strength not to fall into the darkness that’s inside of you. wanting to control everything, even if it’s not possible. ink stained hands paired with paper that’s littered with unspoken words. having to learn that being anything but impartial is not a weakness. ┊ if you’re looking for EDEN GREENGRASS, you’ll probably find HER in the SLYTHERIN dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY ONE year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like CAMILA MENDES. they seem CREATIVE, INDEPENDANT, OPEN MINDED to me, but apparently they’re also ARROGANT, UNFOCUSED, CYNICAL. maybe that’s why their patronus is TONKINESE CAT.
this is my dramatic slytherin princess
she’s gay af like always thinking about hot women
part of the sacred twenty eight but her family has disowned her
she doesn’t support what her family stands for and is seen as a blood traitor
a big ass feminist!! believes in equality for everyone, no matter race, blood status, gender or sexuality
cares a lot but doesn’t always show it
scared of opening up to people
didn’t have the best upbringing. her house was quite a dark and cold place, her parents caring more about image than anything else
she’d never really known love until she went to hogwarts
has so much ambition in her but doesnt really know what to put it in
loves anything muggle related like fucking loves it all
enjoys to write but doesn’t ever show anyone?? shes actually really good and uses it to figure out her thoughts and feelings
oh yeah she’s a cancer and was born in june
eden was born in glasgow, scotland
you’ll always find her wearing her signature snake ring on her right forefinger and it was a gift from her parents and despite everything, she can’t get rid of it
has a natural gift at potions and charms despite hating potions with every fibre of her being??? only doing it because shes good at it and she loves being the best at everything she does?? you bet
an anxious little thing due to her upbringing but doesn’t show it because shes always so composed and in control
doesn’t have a large number of close friends but the ones she is close with, she would do anything for
has no patience whatsoever and finds herself losing her temper 9/10 times a day
she’s really just a hot mess who’s trying to learn that not everything needs to be perfect
' ello, your girl a at it again ,, please love this child that doesn’t know what it’s doing ,,,
amazement when you get the same letter as your brother when you thought you were never good enough,even if you always had a gift of changing, keeping your head down until you realise you can change into anything, changing your hair color and apperance just so people don’t look over you, nights spent sleeping wherever, always knowing it’s okay because you have a family that loves you, never keeping quiet .┊ if you’re looking for EUNHEE TONKS, you’ll probably find her in the GRYFFINDOR dorm with the rest of the FIFTH years. they’re the NINETEEN year old MUGGLEBORN who looks kind of like KIM JIWOO. they seem FRIENDLY, DARING,QUICK WITTED to me, but apparently they’re also MANIPULATIVE, CLOSED-OFF, IMPULSIVE. maybe that’s why their patronus is MANX CAT. ( ic: demigirl / she/her;they/them.)
she’s a proud &. happy metamorphmagus !!! yes, a muggleborn metamorphmagus - ain’t that crazy ? like she was born with red hair. but then the next day it was brown and her parents just assumed it was the light at first but then they were like wait ?? there’s somethin g wrong.
and obvs, ed wasn’t known to be magic yet either- so it just confused them a lot. they were afraid to go to the doctors- went to some, but never actually found a reasoning. until ed’s letter came- and they had someone to ask if there’s any possibility she is magic as well. and they quickly told them that there’s no doubt.
but those years spent hiding, trying not to change and not being able to control your emotions and changing the hair or the face form by accident made her- self closed. made her wish she dissapeared sometimes. and even if she heard that they will go to the school as well in two years-- they never believed it. not until they got the actual letter. can’t believe it now that they’re here- in the magic world.
she’s so different to ed- but, they were raised by the same people; it’s just that she had to hide her identity for so long that she’s tried of just shuting up
even if she doesn’t know who she is
in all the aspects honestly
she is just a mess?? like speaks a lot but keeps everything to herself also ??/
it’s just wow
she’s wow
but she can also transform into teachers and she sometimes does so ;;) we know where tonks got it from
a mona lisa smile painted beautifully across soft , delicate skin . glasses dangling from the most expensive of beaded chains , kept secret if only to hide a single impurity . she is somewhat blind , but she sees everything . she is the coffee hidden so strategically in a teacup , the starches that can only be eaten in private . she is all lace , coconut , and soft curls .
she is faux-flawless without a stitch misplaced .
if you’re looking for FRANCESKA “CESKA” SELWYN , you’ll probably find HER in the SLYTHERIN dorm with the rest of the FIFTH years . they’re the EIGHTEEN year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like STEFANIE SCOTT . they seem DRIVEN , SELF-RELIANT , and STRONG to me , but apparently they’re also PROUD , CONFLICTED , and DETACHED . maybe that’s why their patronus is an EAGLE . ( ic: female & she/her. )
a member of selwyn clan ! she has three siblings , one being tobias and another being her boss ass twin .
ceska is the smart twin . the polished and pristine one . with a curl never out of place , she glides across the floor like a seasoned dancer . she has perfect vision and a vocabulary that could make royalty feel foolish . she is kind and quiet . she is flawless .
the real ceska , however , curses like a sailor and prefers to wander around barefoot because FUCK HEELS . she has horrid , horrid vision , and must do her homework in private so no one can see her glasses . why ? because her mother has repeatedly told her how unbecoming they are . she will stuff her face and laugh maniacally at her own jokes . she’s a mess . she is full of flaws .
but fuck if she’d ever let people know that ceska . ( safe for the rare few , of course )
her guiltiest pleasure is sweet tea . she will pour an ungodly amount of sugar in her tea , even waiting until her friends turn around so she can pour more . she also loves hot sauce . she won’t use it in front of others , but when she’s alone ? put that shit on EVERYTHING . meats , starches , vegetables ? um . yes .
she would do anything for her siblings . why ? because she knows they would do anything for her . ceska may have terrible vision , but she isn’t blind . she sees everything , and she knows what goes on in their family home . and it’s because of that that she feels something more than loyalty for those who watch over her .
she fell in love at a young age . it was pure , but passionate . slow and steady , but oh so very fast . she adored him more than she could explain . in fact , she was fairly certain the words to describe their relationship hadn’t been invented yet .
sadly , their secret affair ended over time as their political views differed . he begged her to see his side of things , but she refused to go against her family . it broke her heart when she saw that he had started dating someone else . ceska was unsure that kind of pain could exist , but she held her head high and walked with grace down the hallways . she constantly felt his gaze , and yet she feared to meet his lingering eyes . knowing herself , she would break if she did . ( wanted connection )
