FULL NAME: Edana Andromeda Lupin NICKNAMES: Teddy. Always. Occasionally Ted or Tedward depending on the person, but never Edana. It's far too formal. D.O.B./HOROSCOPE: April 19th, 2001; 26/Aries EX-HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff GENDER/PRONOUNS: Genderqueer/female pronouns SEXUALITY: Pansexual Demiromantic.
WAND: 11 inches, vine, phoenix feather
AMORTENTIA: Butterbeer, a warm fire, old and worn books, coffee, flannel, waves crashing on a white sand beach, chocolates, old clothes from thrift shops, spices and incense, the street after it rains, apple cider, cigarettes, the Hogwarts express, firecrackers lighting up an ebony night.
RESIDENCE: A small flat in Diagon Alley is her home, and she’s grown to love (or at least appreciate) the floors that ache and groan with cold on brisk winter mornings and the early morning jaunts across the wood paneling to start her fireplace. A small window overlooks the shops below, the hustle and bustle is a relaxing sound by now to the witch who spends too much of her time in quiet. She needs excitement; she needs adventure…anything to keep herself out of her own head. It’s dark in there. Warm blankets cover the bed, books on everything she can get her hands on are everywhere, she’s chaotic and a mess and cramped and cooped up in the tiny one bedroom one bath flat bought with her own savings the day she turned seventeen. She thought once about moving out, but she’s rarely home anyways, and couldn’t give a damn about cleanliness. Messiness is art, and art is the air in her lungs, so she finds neither the time nor the motivation. She’d sleep on the tube if she truly needed to.
ACCENT/STYLE OF SPEECH: On the quieter side, as Teddy tends to attract more by just being than by her words. Actions speak louder after all, and she attracts enough attention to satisfy her needs without having to demand it. She’s a bit snarky at times and saccharine at others, it depends on the day and whom she’s around. She’s no pushover, but she can’t help but have a heart of gold, in her own off-beat sort of way. A British accent is detectible, London undertones due to almost a decade of living in the city. It’d drive her parents insane, says Rita Skeeter with a knowing smile, to hear their only daughter talking like common filth. Victoire would remark it’s odd that Skeeter can possibly know common filth when she doesn’t recognize it staring her in the mirror, but Teddy doesn’t answer, instead asking for the seemingly millionth time what this interview will serve other than besmirching her name-though not in those exact words. It’s true she’s lost track of her precise impeccable grammar since moving out, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s filth. Her words are emotional as she is, as remarkably un-bitter as only she can cling to being. Sometimes it’s like talking to a lost boy, and she’s an excellent and surprisingly warm conversationalist; despite her occasionally fierce appearance, Teddy Lupin is a witch with a heart of gold. If a heart old gold includes cursing good-naturedly every other word.
BUILD: A slender, long, lanky build. She’s on the smaller side but with long skinny legs and knobby knees that have permanently been her annoyance, as well as too-large feet that leave her tripping over dust and wobbling like a newborn foal on unsteady limbs more often than not. Exceptionally tall for a witch, as well as exceptionally skinny, it’s common for her to be told to eat more or given an extra helping at dinner. She’s hardly the beauty of her generation, but then again, when has she ever wanted to be? Beauty and physical attractiveness have never been of importance.
MANNERISMS/HABITS: Smoking, drinking, drugs, fidgeting, always wanting to be doing something and on the move. She’s a whirlwind, a mess, a mover and a shaker and a doer and a hurricane trapped in the body of a girl. She’s the namer of storms, a contradiction to her core, a girl who somehow could bring the world to its knees but manages to trip over her own feet. Bruises line her arms, ribs, and legs; moving too fast for her brain to keep up is a tragedy. She’s an eye-roller, a knuckle-cracker, a nail-polish picker and a talker with her hands. She loves space-or, rather the absence of it; she needs it to be filled. She slouches on couches, she picks at the runs in her stockings, and she’s content with nothing but imperfection, the perhaps worst habit out of the lot.
STYLE/AESTHETIC: Her style of dress has as much personality as she does, with grunge rock being her primary motivator. Beanies, flannels, leggings, oversized jeans, doc martens, military jackets, and copious amounts of eyeliner and messy hair often find their way into her rotation, but her style often changes to fit her mood. Leather jackets are common in her wardrobe, as are ripped tights underneath high-waisted shorts. She owns maybe two dresses and rarely wears them, as she feels they’re too feminine and prefers to dress more androgynously. Not only that, but she doesn’t feel comfortable being sexy. Skintight dresses, heels, lipstick, Merlin, speak of the devil. Her adoptive cousins have tried in vain to get her to become more fashionable, even if androgynous, but she stubbornly refuses. Mostly she finds herself not caring, aside from her hair and her piercings, much to her veela companions’ chagrin. Victoire’s tried to get her to dress better, but she’ll slap on a pair of Docs she bought in a muggle thrift store and call it a day. Though she was anything but poor after her parent’s heroics and the Potter’s generosity, she stopped accepting charity once she neared the end of her schooling. She knew how the wizarding world looked at her, like a spoil of war, like a child to coo over and make an example of.
PERSONALITY; ENTHUSIASTIC / ICONOCLASTIC / CHARISMATIC / IMAGINATIVE / REBELLIOUS / ERRATIC / STUBBORN / UNAMBITIOUS
PLOT IDEAS:
An old lover. Oh, this could be interesting. Teddy's never been a lover, more of a fuck-em-and-leave-'em, so an almost lover could be, well..fascinating. She'd need someone who in a sense completed but challenged her, someone who'd see through her bullshit and would be willing to put up with the odd thoughts that popped up in her mind, someone she'd be able to take care of and who would take care of her. Teddy's not the type of person to forget love easily, nor is she able to get over a broken heart.... perhaps sparks still remain among the ashes?
Family. Family is the most important thing in Teddy's life; even if she feels she doesn't truly belong in the Wotter clan, she appreciates the sacrifices they've made for her. Give me love, give me spats, give me jealousy, give me inadequacy, give me childhood memories and adolescent struggles. Give me all of this
Unrequited love. They swore it would be a one time thing, but well, these things don't just work out that way, do they? There's no love involved-at least by one party, but the other? Head over heals. Completely. Fuck buddies was how it started, but where it is no is the furthest thing from it.
You're my anchor. Teddy's an outgoing girl, but most of her friends are surface-level and fit into one niche. I imagine she had maybe one or two close friends, but even they don't know it all. That's the role of this person in her life, someone she can talk to about anything or everything without fear of judgment. They're her best friend, her saving grace, and she doesn't know what she'd do without them in her life.
Misnomer. On the other hand, Teddy doesn't like getting too close to people before she shuts them out. Perhaps this person tried in vain to get close to her and she clamped up and took them out of her life entirely? Do they still talk, or is it too awkward? There are infinite possibilities.
Anything you can think of! Teddy's a lover of people but surprisingly closed off, so any plots are wonderful plots by me! Human relationships don't fit in neat little boxes, so if you have any ideas, lemme hear them!
Played by Eva. 17. She/her pronouns. Turns ons include: feminist ideology and pizza











