SEND 🖋 AND A WORD AND I’LL TELL YOU SOME HEADCANONS RELATING TO IT!
the obvious hc: his parents are both squibs.
this clearly had a very significant impact on his life. not only on how he himself was perceived (genie vc: squiblet), but also how he came to see the world. for example, he feels very pressured to not just take magic for granted and, thus, is really motivated to learn all he can about it (making him a great ravenclaw).
additionally, growing up in a nonmagical home in a magical world, cress has really come to value and idealize magic even more than he might have. since his parents are squibs, he’s never been able to use any type of magic outside of school (usu the trace in wizarding families is largely enforced by the families). look, scarcity drives up demand.
i think his ideology towards squibs is… wrong on so many levels. he definitely views them as something to be pitied and he believes that there are few (if any) possible ways for a squib to have a good life.
there’s a difference between wanting squibs to be included in the magical world and campaigning for accessibility (both of which he has a strong passion for) and stating that a squib, by virtue of being denied access to the wizarding world and magic, is doomed and cress teeters on that line way too often for my comfort. it just rids them of autonomy and choice!! muggles are valid!! being nonmagical is okay!!!
cress loves his parents. he really does, but it’s strange because he grew up half-afraid of them. he never was afraid of not having magic until he had it— and from then on, it became something he could lose… and that changed him. the deeper he got into the magical world, the more he began to fear that.
so yeah. his boggart- his greatest fear is being a squib. he looks down and his wand doesn’t work. and riddikulus doesn’t work. and he curls up and weeps. because without magic, he thinks he has nothing.
one thing he’s always wanted to do is work in magical theory until he can figure out a way to ‘give’ magic to squibs and muggles.
he told his parents this once and they looked at each other and shook their heads. not because they didn’t want magic, but because they– thought cress was worth more than that. knowing that cress’ life was never going to be easy for him, they taught him to be selfish. and it worked.
pre-hogwarts cress vc: “when i get to hogwarts, i’ll learn everything. i’ll be the best. and i’ll do it all for you.” his parents: “no. you do it for yourself. don’t worry about us.“ and so… he resolved to himself that he wouldn’t.
he caught his father holding his wand one day and trying out spells. he didn’t say anything.
look, this much cress knows: his parents didn’t deserve the life they had to lead. they were good people (if not now) and they gave up everything so he could succeed in the world that cast them out. disowned, neglected, shunned from their own families? unable to get jobs beyond the most menial of labor and even then passed over for house elves and other creatures? barred from accessing parts of the world just because of a genetic fluke? they’ll never get to see him at school. they’ll never get to access gringotts in a non-arduous way.they’ll never get — to live the life they dreamed about before they turned 11. they’ll always be second class citizens in a world not made for them. and if they leave— it’ll be even worse. they have to leave a son, leave all they’ve known. they can no longer get healed quickly or access potions or any of that. come on. how can you not see it. the world is fucked. cress is just doing his best to live in it.
👀 do you ever miss roxanne and eliza? (pretend it's on anon sklsdlkksllks)
do i miss the people who were there for me from day one? of course, i fucking do. but what does it matter? i did what was best for me— knowing what might happen.
so yeah. of course, i miss playing quidditch with friends. i miss- having people who would laugh with me. i miss rox and eliza and the way things used to be. but i’m fighting for people like me. and if they can’t see that, it’s their fault. i never asked them to do anything. the friendship ended on their terms. not mine.
i didn’t change. my parents were cast out of a society that refused to make room for them. every year, millions of people suffer from things that magic can cure— and won’t. i’ve always said that was wrong. i always said that things needed to be changed. and back then, they even agreed.
the difference here is simple. i was willing to fight for what i believe in. and they weren’t. the death eaters aren’t perfect, but at least they admit the world needs fixing.
“I may be many things, but I’m not a coward.” (lily -- i sent it to the wrong blog sdklkdllkdsslk)
“Lily goddamn Potter,” Alice said, shaking her head drunkenly as she looked up at Lily from where she was hanging upside down on the back of the couch. In a strange turn of events, the two of them had ended up being the last two at the party, and though Lily was one of Alice’s friends, it was rare that the two of them ended up alone together with no one else around. “You’re the fucking bravest person I know. And strong. And gorgeous, and smart, and brave. So yeah, you’re damn right; you are many things! And I hope you keep that in mind, because you’re great, okay? And like, I love your aesthetic, man. And it’s impossible not to admire you, you’re like… A flame. A beautiful, strong flame. A flower flame. A flame in the form of a flower. Beautiful. Strong. Hot. Fire. A fire flower.”
“We can’t just stop living because we’re at war.” (leo)
“You’re preaching to the choir, Leo,” Mina stated as she looked up at the stars. She wasn’t sure where they were; a roof somewhere for sure, but anything more specific? She didn’t know. Brining the joint up to her lips, she smoked and kept it in for as long as she could. Finally exhaling, she turned her head to the side to look at Leo. He was hot, really. Mina could definitely understand why she felt so attracted to him. Plus, he never asked to talk about the things Mina would rather avoid, and she appreciated it so damn much. It was simple around him, in a way it hadn’t really been during their Hogwarts years. Nowadays, they distracted each other. No more, no less. Mina didn’t know if she was confident about the arrangement, but it was what she needed right now, and so she was happy that they kept going with whatever the hell they were doing.
Reaching over, she lightly poked his cheek with her index finger, and said: “You’ve got nice hair.”
Moving back onto her back, she grinned and looked up at the stars again. “Please tell me it’s not thanks to papaya extract.”
“Leo’s… Leo’s complicated. Or at least, the way I feel about him kind of is. He’s gorgeous and fun and everything, but it’s complicated. But not really, also. It’s just… I think it should be complicated, but it’s not really? I didn’t think we’d stay in touch after Hogwarts, but we did, and I’m honestly glad about that. I think… I think he’s one of the only ones who truly, really understands what I’m going through. He never asks me about it, never pushes me to say anything. Like, he’s not the kind of person who’ll sit down with me and ask to talk about emotions and what not, you know? It’s just fun with him, and I really appreciate that. I really like Leo, he’s a good person. Hot, too.”
“Lily’s one of, if not the bravest person I know. Well, I don’t know if bravery’s the right word. Don’t get me wrong, I do think she’s brave, but… What she’s been through? I wouldn’t have been able to come back half as strong from it as she did. And so I think that’s how I’d describe her; strong. We’re not that close, but I do consider her a friend, and I feel very lucky because of that. I’ll be honest with you, though. I’m scared for her. Worried. Like, so much so. It’s like sometimes she’s just… Too brave. A lot of Gryffindors are like that. A lack of self-preservation as wide as the ocean, and it worries me so damn much. Especially for Lily. She’s lost so much already, I don’t want the world to lose her too.”
A soft smile graced Persephone’s lips, her eyes trailing off as she fell deep into nostalgic sentiment. ❛ One, we’ve always lived in Ireland. Gran and ‘Pa used to joke that the Toots’ were the first to step foot in this country, our blood runs that deep here. Hookum blood, too. I think we’re all a bit attached to it. Two, Mum and Dad met a few months before Mum took her year off to write for My Year as a Muggle. The story goes that they fell in love almost instantly, and Dad always used to tell me that he would’ve waited forever for Mum, which he did — for a year, at least. Neither of them saw anyone else throughout the year that mum was away and they shared a couple of letters now and again and when Mum returned, they were still insanely in love and got engaged a month later. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. And three, we’re all crazy quidditch fans. ❜
azalea: what’s a movie you cried while watching?
❛ Oh, the Titanic, without a doubt. An absolute classic. ❜
