#malumtask

[narcissablvxk-blog]

Days of darkness and doom. Nights that are cold and lonely. A love that keeps her warm even during those times.

The future is a looming ghost over  her shoulder, and when it comes,  the haunting will still be far from  over.

Lucius wasn’t around, and the quiet was eerie. It sent chills through her bones like the air outside. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she thought, looking over at the empty side of their bed that was suffocatingly large on nights like this. He was supposed to be there because she couldn’t sleep without him anymore. Not knowing the things he was facing. It was a welcome sound that broke the silence when she heard Draco crying in his room. In a millisecond Narcissa was out of bed. She shrugged a robe over her shoulders, tying it around herself as she made her way to her son’s room.

Dobby had beat her there, and he looked down as she approached the door.

“Mistress Malfoy I wasn’t sure if you were coming I’m sorry I’m s-”

“I am a good mother you stupid elf. I don’t need you to raise my child.” He looked down again.

“Sorry I’m s-sorr-” but she shut Draco’s door in his face before he could finish blubbering.

“Mummy’s here my Darling,” she said in her softest voice. “I’m here, it’s okay Love.” Draco still cried and she didn’t mind a bit as she scooped his small form up in her arms. “There there my dearest Draco. It’s okay, Mummy’s here. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Pressing her lips against his forehead, she made gentle shushing noises as she did so. Taking a seat in a rocking chair, Narcissa hummed quietly. She looked down at the shock of white hair against Draco’s pale skin and a smile rested upon her lips.

“Mummy loves you, Daddy loves you, Uncle Rod loves you, Aunt Bella loves you, Uncle Amycus loves you, Aunt Alecto loves you, Uncle Evan loves you, Grandma and Grandpa love you, Grandmother and Grandfather love you,” she repeated the list over and over, long after he’d stopped crying, still even when he’d fallen asleep. She whispered the words into the cool night air, as if daring the world to try taking a boy who was so loved away from her. Let them try, she thought to herself, looking down at her son. Let them try to touch him, I’ll shred them limb from limb. Because she had never loved anyone like she loved Draco. A love so entirely independent of herself that she almost didn’t understand it. How could she love someone so much, when they offered nothing in return? Even Bella at least loved her back. Draco could hate her and she would still love him.

But he wouldn’t hate her, he loved her, he smiled for her and stayed quiet for her and laughed for her and clapped his hands for her when she asked him to. They were each other’s world, especially on nights like this. There were many nights like this, and she didn’t mind. She knew what she signed up for when she accidentally started loving Lucius, and she didn’t mind that lonely nights with her son was a part of the deal.

Her arms were numb and the sun was on its way back up when she heard Dobby rush to open the door. She quickly placed Draco back in his crib and popped back into their bedroom. The robe hung itself back up and she acted as though she’d been asleep all night when Lucius came into the room.

“Morning Darling,” she said, stretching out her arms. “Have you been home long?”

He fell into bed next to her and shook his head. He said he just got back, he apologized for waking her up, she said it was okay and that he should rest - she’d make him tea when he woke up. He promised to be home that night, promised he wouldn’t go anywhere and she nodded. Kissed his forehead.

“Just get some rest, Luc. I love you I love you I love you,” Narcissa told him, kissing him after each time. Just try, she challenged the world again as she ran a thumb against his cheek. Try to take him away and you’ll see the iron I’m made of.

She heard Amycus ask if she was okay. Narcissa was stumbling towards the front door, trying not to think of what had happened. Trying to forget the flashing lights and the ambush by people she recognized from school who thought they were fighting the good fight.

“Of course I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m always okay I have to be okay I’m completely okay.”

He told her she didn’t seem okay and she shook her head as the front door opened for her and she rushed to the bathroom, watching the clear water turn red as it ran over her hands.

“I’m okay they were going to hurt you I didn’t have a choice I’m okay because you’re okay - you have Draco right? Okay great, I can’t believe they tried to attack us when I had my son with me, I can’t believe this but yes I’m okay.” She shoved her hands in her coat pockets to hide the fact that they were shaking and she didn’t want to face him because she wasn’t supposed to have crossed that line, not ever but now she had and she didn’t even think she could look her own reflection, how could anyone else?

“We’ve all done worse, Narcissa it’s okay,” he said and she shrugged.

“Oh I know, that’s why it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll be right in the other room.” Narcissa went into the kitchen, gripped the counter tightly, trying not to think of all of the people she’d had laying there, the people she had to fix. She wondered if anyone could fix the person they left in the street before realizing she hoped he wasn’t saved.

She took a deep breath and told Dobby to make some tea, pasting a smile back on her face as she went back into the drawing room.

“We’re all okay so of course I’m okay, let’s sit. Dobby is making some tea so please sit down Am, I’ll take Draco and get him into some pajamas, let’s go Darling follow Mummy and it’ll be okay.” She held onto Draco’s hand as he made wobbly steps, following her to his room where he looked at her.

“Okay Mummy?” He mumbled and she laughed as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“I am if you are,” she said as she knelt on the ground to be closer to him. She hugged him tightly, pulled her wand out and tapped it to his head, watching as a small silver strand followed the tip of her wand and disappeared. “There we go my Darling,” Narcissa told him, kissing his forehead. “All better now. Just remember that those people are not heroes, they aren’t even though they try saying they are.” She kissed his forehead again before wiping the pink lipstick off of his skin. “They’re just as bad as they say we are. But we’ll be alright. You’re always going to be alright. Mummy loves you, okay? Don’t ever forget that.” Because she was reminded that life was fragile no matter how invincible you pretended to be. He hugged her back with his tiny arms and another tear rolled down her cheek. “Yes, Dearest, Mummy loves you very much.”

The look on Rodolphus’ face was not one she wanted to see. Not at all. Because she knew what had happened, she saw it in the news. Frank and Alice Longbottom, tortured into insanity. Names were being thrown around, suspects that she dined with every Saturday, people who she fell asleep on as she waited for the others to come back from those god awful missions, friends whose wives shared tea and biscuits with her. But worst of all - family. Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan as well. And they’d done it, they were the ones who had done it. They stood there, minutes after she’d taken a picture of he and Draco and he had a hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll pull through it Rod,” she told him, desperately trying to believe her own words. “You always do this is nothing different than the other accusations it’s going to be okay.” Please let it be okay.

“This is different, Cissa. We aren’t getting out of this one. We’re going to Azkaban.”

“No, no you can’t. This can’t happen. They can’t take you two away from me I won’t let them.”

“You have a family to take care of Narcissa, this fight is too big and neither of us want you to risk your own reputation because of this. Please don’t fight this.”

“You’re asking me to give up, Rod. I can’t give up on you, I can’t quit on Bella.”

“I’m not asking you to give up I’m asking for you to sit this one out. We aren’t going to get out of it, no matter what strings you pull this one was just too much, we bit off more than we could chew.” He looked down and she shook her head.

“When will you get out?” She asked, her voice broken and unrecognizable when compared to her normal powerful tone. He shrugged and she lifted his chin up, placing a hand on either side of his face as her chin quivered at the thought of losing two of the few people she loved. “I’ll come visit you,” she whispered, looking into his eyes and knowing that wasn’t allowed. “I’ll tell Draco how amazing you are and how much you love him, you’ll be free eventually.”

She didn’t allow herself to think about the Dementors and what they could do to them.

“I just thought you should hear it from me. We’re going to trial tomorrow, and we aren’t coming back.”

Finally a gasp of a sob that she quickly stifled.

“Okay, okay, it’s alright, you’re going to be fine, okay? You and Bella and Rabastan, you’ll all be fine. It’ll be okay, you’ll be out before you know it.” Because it had to be okay because they had to be alright and they had to be out. She pulled him into a hug abruptly and he hugged her back after a moment of hesitation. “I love you Rodolphus,” she whispered, holding him tightly. “Draco is going to know how amazing you are, I’ll-I’ll tell everyone about your heart and nothing else because your heart is pure and true.”

Then she stepped back and sniffled, dabbing beneath her eyes. “A few more pictures then, shall we?” 

What could he do but nod?

“My Light,

It’s lonely in this house. My feet make echoing noises against the walls when I walk around. Draco is still at school, but he’s doing well. He’s doing great actually, our little boy has grown quite tall and despite all the time I’ve seen pass and the moments I’ve spent with him, it never ceases to surprise me when I see him with my own eyes.

He misses you but he can see that I do too, and he’s so so strong for me. He shouldn’t have to be strong for me, I’m supposed to be the strong one. But you were the one who was strong, all I ever did was pretend to be, I guess. Or maybe that’s wrong, maybe you were my strength. Whatever the answer, I feel so weak now. I’m sorry I can’t be strong for our boy.

Do not blame yourself for the things he is doing. I’ve done what I can to protect him, I promise. He is trying to say it’s punishment but it’s not. He would have made him do this no matter what happened that night. When you get out, do not blame yourself.

I’m thankful Bella is here, the floor is cold on my feet but she makes everything a little warmer. Still, I do not do well with sleeping alone and even when I do join her, we sleep apart. We will be having Christmas, and I wish you could be there with us. Even if you are not, you will be in my heart and in that way you will be there. You are always in my heart, Lucius. It’s the only way I can cope with being alone. Our portrait is quiet too. But you’re still there to look at and that makes things okay.

This house is too big without you, and the worst part is not knowing when I will see you again. You’ve been here all my life, even when you came back late, or left early you have been here for my entire life and I love you. I love you I love you I love you and I’ve never taken you for granted - not once - but this has shown me how much of me depends on you. Perhaps it isn’t right, maybe this isn’t supposed to have worked out like it did but the unfortunate truth is that you are the other half of my soul.

For the first time since I’ve fallen in love with you, I hope you do not love me to this caliber because it is a pain I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

My husband, you are my light and what keeps me strong, I only hope you can feel me there with you because my soul is with you. (Now I am empty). We will be together again, until then I will love you and hold you in my thoughts until I can hold you in my arms.

I will see you soon.

-Your Daffodil”

Narcissa finished the letter, sprayed her perfume on it and folded it neatly. Then she stood in front of their fireplace and dropped the letter into the flames, which engulfed it quickly. After loads of letters which received no reply, she realized no hope for a response meant no disappointment when it never came. So she let her words burn and turn into smoke that disappeared.

It was better that it disappeared anyway.

[malum-expectat-rpg]

HEY ALL, welcome to our very first writing prompt! We’ve been very intrigued with our own character’s futures as of late, and would love to dive into that a little more by writing about it! Of course we’re mostly thrilled to see where your characters will be in a few years or decades, and so we all highly encourage you to partake in this prompt, but it’s not mandatory.

The prompt is as follows:

     Write a scene/multiple scenes in your character’s future. This can be in a few years time, but also post wizarding war 2.0 ----- any moment you deem interesting & intriguing can be written about! You’re completely free in how you want to write this drabble; it can take place over a few minutes or hours, but also over multiple years or even decades! Just give us a little look in who your character will be later on in their life!

These prompts should be tagged with malumfuture, and good luck!

[elenawoodrxw-blog]

CHARACTER TASK: 002 - THE INTERVIEW

Elena rocked back and forth on her feet, glancing around at her fellow students nervously. She didn’t want to be called in for questioning. She wanted to run back into the Muggle World. Away from everything that wouldn’t leave her alone. She didn’t think she could face another interrogation in a dark room. Yet, a woman came out and stared at her. 

“Elena Woodrow, if you will come this way...”

She didn’t move for a moment, taking a deep breath as if that was the last taste of oxygen she would ever get. Stepping forward, she was brought into a room and faced someone who nearly caused her to stumble backwards. 

“Miss Woodrow,” the man began. “ I’m sure you will be pleased to see a familiar face.” Not in the fucking slightest. “As the one who spoke with you during Matthew’s case, I must say it’s quite surprising to see you here under these circumstances. As a Level Three you will serve two weeks of detention, to be given by the Head of Ravenclaw, you will have to write a statement and your parents will be notified.”

All Elena did was nod because she felt sick to her stomach just having to be in this kind of setting again. 

The man coughed, clearing his throat as if this was going to take a while so she groaned, settling back into her seat.

“To begin the questioning, where were you when this attack occurred?”

Elena’s stomach now literally churned. She scoffed at the man and rolled her eyes. “This wasn’t a fucking attack, okay? An attack is when people are hurt on purpose. This was some piece of shit who mixed his ingredients wrong so we all have to suffer. Don’t call this an attack,” she snapped. “And for your information, I was in the ballroom just like basically everyone else.”

The man nodded and wrote something down. The quill scratching against parchment made her want to grit her teeth. “You were found to have possessed a surplus of drugs, some of them dangerous, as well as other student’s essay. Why do you have these items?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” she didn’t think once about keeping her mouth in check. Why should she? What did this piece of shit government ever do for her? “I had the drugs because I woke up, expecting to make my boyfriend breakfast but instead I held his dead body in my arms. That’s not something I can cope with without a little assistance and don’t waste your time suggesting therapy. I’m doing that too.” She looked bored as she continued on to the second part. “And I have the essays because people breed idiots who pay me money to finish their work. I’ll have you know that the names on all of those papers are fake,” she lied easily. “Client confidentiality and all that.” She wanted to see the man cave and grow frustrated. He hadn’t now and he hadn’t then. 

“Is there anyone you know who you would deem suspicious or dangerous?” He simply continued with his questions and she sighed. 

“Can I tell you something?” She asked in a tone that implied she would divulge a huge secret, so convincing actually, that he leaned in.”When you’ve been through an actual fucking attack, everyone seems suspicious or dangerous.”

He still wouldn’t crack. “Do you feel safe in the halls of Hogwarts, Elena?”

“Are you kidding me?! No, I don’t! I literally just told you it doesn’t feel safe. God would you like me to tell you my rates so I can do your work for you?” She’d finally done it. He finally let out a slight sigh and she grinned smugly.

“Finally, at the time of Matthew’s death you said you didn’t remember any of the faces. Has this changed at all?”

She stood up quickly, angrily. “Is that what this whole fucking thing was leading up to? Tell me, Buddy, do you think if I remembered in the slightest who was there I wouldn’t tell you immediately. I promise I’m fighting for Matthew’s justice a lot more than you are mate. So to answer, no it hasn’t.”

She was dismissed and rushed to give the Auror her parent’s address so this would be over. 

“20 Galleons and it’ll be our little secret,” the man said. Elena looked at him in disgust and addressed the envelope to her parents. 

“Find the people who killed my boyfriend and you’ll get your fucking 20 Galleons, how about that?”

[oliviakings]

CHARACTER TASK 002: QUESTIONING

“ Olivia tried to form a coherent sentence in her head. Her thoughts were rivers, storms she couldn’t find shelter from. Word after word crashed against the gates of her teeth. ”

Olivia’s hands shook. She clasped them in front of her as the auror led her into an empty classroom, perching herself on the edge of a desk. The woman gestured for her to take a seat. Dim light cast shadows about the room, causing an eerie sort of melodrama. Olivia sat down, careful not to take up more space than she felt she was allowed, all compact and held together. She looked up at the woman standing before her. “We’re just here to discuss some things with you, one of these being your punishment. As a Level Three you are directly in the middle of our spectrum which means you will serve two weeks of detention, run by your Head of House, and your parents will be notified. Now, let’s begin.”

Olivia cleared her throat. “Parent,” she corrected quietly. “I, uh, it’s just my dad. So, parent.” The auror gave her a look that spoke a thousand words, most of which being ‘I didn’t need to know that.’ “Sorry, um, continue, please.”

“As you know, a student was poisoned on the night of the Halloween ball. Where were you when this occurred?” the auror asked, squinting at her.

Olivia tried to form a coherent sentence in her head. Her thoughts were rivers, storms she couldn’t find shelter from. Word after word crashed against the gates of her teeth. “I was just outside in the designated area, waiting for my da-” He wasn’t your date. “For my friend to return. He was getting food, I think.”

It quickly became clear that the auror intended to finish the conversation quickly, as she gave Olivia the courtesy of a nod before moving on. “Among your possessions were enchanted lighters. Why do you have these and who supplied them to you?” she asked, her tone brisk and authoritative. Olivia’s eyes flicked to a folder on the desk, what must’ve been her name scrawled out on the front of it. It would be easy to lie, to fake her way out of it and say they were just practice objects, that she had never actually succeeded. It would be equally as easy to rat Dean out, tell the intimidating woman before her who had given her the lighters.

Olivia tucked  apiece of hair behind her ear. “They’re mine. I got them over the summer when I was back home. Muggles use them to start fires, but I figure you know that,” she said, accidentally letting words spill from between her lips. She could see silver glinting from between the covers of the envelope and pointed towards them. “May I?” she asked. The auror looked hesitant before giving her a slight nod. Olivia retrieved the lighters and returned to her seat. “They, uh, these are just duds, really. But I was trying to charm them never to run out of fluid,” she explained, demonstrating and pointing. “So that you could use them around muggles but you’d never have to buy a new one. I was also toying around with a protean charm, just trying to see if I could get one to work. But, as you can see, it didn’t.” She placed the lighter back on the table.

“And are there any Dark uses for these lighters?” she asked, looking at her incredulously, as if she truly thought Olivia King was capably of any sort of destruction. Other than that of herself, of course.

“Oh, no ma’am. I’m quite advanced in charms, so I was trying to give myself a challenge,” she lied.

“Can you think of anyone who you think should be under suspicion? We did conduct thorough searches but that doesn’t mean we can get a grasp on someone personally.” The question hit her like a ton of bricks. There were many students with incriminating substances, students she was surprised hadn’t landed themselves on that list. 

“No ma’am,” she lied again. Dean Alton, that son of a bitch. “None that I can think of. No one that wasn’t on the list, anyway.”

The auror seemed suspicious, but moved on. “Is there anything else you would like to share with us that may be important to the safety of other students?”

“No ma’am,” she said, feeling like a broken record. The room felt too hot and too dark and too small, as if the roof was about to cave in on her. She needed to get out of there. The lies were swallowing her whole. Flashbacks of her first few years played on loop in her mind. It felt as if her lungs had been punctured, popped and drained of all their air like little party balloons.

“You’re free to go, Miss King. Thank you for you cooperation.” The woman’s words sounded like whispers as Olivia stood, shook the woman’s hand, and walked quickly out into the hall. With high ceilings and stone lit only by a faint moon, Olivia felt as if she could breathe again. She rounded a corner, opposite the rest of the students waiting for questioning, and pressed her back against a stone wall. A few tears kissed at her cheeks, hands tugging at her hair. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, as if she’d just ran a four minute mile. She took the lighter from its spot, tucked in a pocket she’d sewn into her robe, and ran a finger over the text, pulling out her wand. She didn’t expect him to keep it on his person, but it couldn’t hurt.  With a swish, she transfigured the message to read a simple you’re welcome. 

[theillustriouslucius-blog]

TASK TWO: INTERVIEW WITH THE AURORS

Lucius was not surprised to find his father waiting outside the hall. He was standing a little way from the aurors with that certain air of dispassion which only Abraxas Malfoy could pull off whilst still being so very present in the moment . He’d notified his father to come knowing that he had his ways of finding out about such things without Lucius’ express help. Lucius also knew just how useful his father would be in getting him out of this rather sticky situation.

“Father,” Lucius allowed, his voice curt. He was expecting to see lightning in the other man’s stormy eyes, but all he saw was swirling clouds. At Lucius’ puzzled expression, Abraxas only shook his head before leaning in to hug Lucius. He would be a fool to believe that there was any sentiment behind the gesture, especially when the older Malfoy said, “Speak only when necessary, Lucius.” Lucius nodded, the faintest of movements before they went to the auror they had been assigned.

The auror cut straight to the chase as soon as they sat across from him in an empty classroom. “Mister and Mister Malfoy, we’ve discovered a pocketwatch with some sort of tracker inside it that has traces of Dark Magic in your possession, Lucius. Considering your Prefect status we were somewhat surprised but as a Level Four, you have been subjected to at least a month in detention with your Head of House who will decide if further punishment needs to be put into effect. The pocketwatch has been confiscated. You will also be submitted to questioning which will begin now.”

Lucius lost all touch with time in that moment. A pocketwatch. He had no questions as to which pocketwatch the auror was speaking of, for the one Amycus had given him currently resided in his pocket and had been there since it had been given to him. Lucius hadn’t thought much of the one which he had kicked beneath his bed, the one that his father had given to him for his birthday. Lucius wanted to throw something across the room, he wanted to scream at his father, but he also wanted to find out what exactly he’d been planted with. Kicking and screaming certainly wouldn’t help his case. It took him a few moments to realise that the auror had asked him a question. “My apologies, could you repeat that?”

“I asked where you were when the event took place.”

“I was at the ball, you may check with Adella Nott, I was with her at the time,” Lucius hesitated for a moment, glancing at his father before turning his faux confident gaze back to the auror, “There are several witnesses that can also attest to that.” While the auror was jotting everything down, Lucius allowed himself to exchange a glance with his father who still wasn’t letting anything on.

“Next, where did you get this pocket watch? Who supplied it to you and what is its purpose?”

Before Lucius could answer, his father interjected. “I gave it to him for his birthday,” he began in an offhanded way, “It’s a family heirloom. While it does have sister watches which are used for spying, the one you found in my son’s possession is only for me to be able to make sure that Lucius is doing okay. His mother worries you see.” It was a technique that Lucius himself was well rehearsed in. Maintain as much truth as possible and only change what was absolutely necessary. The auror didn’t say anything, for a few moments the only sound in the room was his quill scratching across his parchment. Lucius however was struggling to keep his breaths even. “Do you know of any illicit materials your dormmates have that we didn’t find? Cooperation will be rewarded.” Lucius felt his father’s eyes boring into the side of his head.

“No.”

“Do you see yourself as a dangerous person, by any means? Remember, cooperation will be rewarded.”

Lucius bit back a laugh at that. “Of course not, as my father said, my mother only worries that i’m not too stressed with school work on top of my prefect duties,” Lucius ground out with a small smile. A bloody spying device.

“Lastly, if there is anything else you have to say while you can, please do so now.”

Lucius shrugged, “Only that I completely understand if the watch cannot be returned to me. I’m sure my father will understand that I’ve had to let go of his gift.” Lucius returned Abraxas’ gaze. “I’m happy to carry out any punishment you see fit.” The auror finally glanced between both Lucius and his father, “It appears that this has largely been a misunderstanding,” now he only had his eyes upon Abraxas, “I’m sure we could come to some sort of negotiation. Lucius, that will be all, you may return to your dinner. Thank you for your cooperation.”  

[malum-expectat-rpg]

An announcement makes its way through the Great Hall. 

The evening meal is only half over as Dumbledore takes the stand. 

“The Aurors have returned for questioning. Can all of the students whose names were called please make their way to the exit where you will be taken in turns for questioning. The rest of you, please enjoy your dessert!”

Students stand up, some with their heads tucked down, others proud that they’d broken a rule. All lining up outside of the Great Hall.

There are several Aurors waiting to question - interrogate - the students. Punishments range from a few detentions to a file at the Ministry. If you comply you will be rewarded with a shorter interview. All incriminating answers will be kept anonymous. Some students begin looking around, wondering who would dare snitch. All parents or guardians will be contacted. they tell them. 

Except there’s a single Auror, tasked with addressing and sending the letters, with a glint in his eye. He knows that for the right price, a certain letter may find its way into the nearest fireplace instead of home. 20 Galleons, he whispers to those who have finished their interrogation. 20 Galleons and no one else needs to know about this. 

Things aren’t so cut and dry in the government anymore, that much is certain. Students enter the Great Hall with a variety of expressions. Some downtrodden, others relieved. A singular thought seems to go through the crowd as the sweets disappear. 

What on Earth were these people hiding?

Hello players! Here is another task! For those muns who have characters who were caught during the raid, you will be receiving questions in that character’s inbox. Please answer them as your character would, using whatever style you’d like (i.e. self-para). Starters can also be posted involving punishments, as the characters will receive these as well. Minerva is very displeased with her students and therefore very happy to plot.

Many of the students will be asked if they are suspicious of any other students. Please discuss with the other mun before your character uses another character’s name if that’s something your character chooses to do!

For those who didn’t have a character who got in trouble during the raid, don’t worry, we’ve got something else up our sleeves.

Tag all entries with malumtask and malumpoints to receive House Points!

[rj-moony]

task 001: questionnaire

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Remus John Lupin

Pronunciation: ree-mus jawn loo-pin

Meaning: Remus is one of the twin brothers from the myth of Rome’s foundation (also known for being raised by wolves). John is a Hebrew name meaning God is gracious. Lupin comes from the latin word lupus which literally means wolf.

Reasoning: Remus’s mother read a book on muggle mythology while she was pregnant, and the story of the children that survived and thrived against the odds inspired her. She set her heart on the name Remus. Remus’s father tried to change her mind with a baby name book, but the only contender for their child's name- John- didn’t stand out in the same way. Still his father insisted on using it as a middle name, so their could could have a common name to use.

Nickname(s): Re, Moony (the marauders) Remmy (his younger cousins only), RJ  (for muggles and shopkeepers he doesn’t want to discuss his uncommon name with), Johnny (his dad’s side of the family)

Preferred Name(s): Remus or Re

Birth Date: March 10, 1960

Age: 17

Zodiac: Pisces

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Romantic Orientation: panromantic

Sexual Orientation: pansexual

Nationality: British 

Ethnicity:  Ashkenazi Jewish and English

Current Location: hogwarts

Living Conditions: he lives in a small cabin in the woods with his parents

Title(s): none

Applicable Tropes: inferiority superiority complex, control freak, deadpan snarker, his own worst enemy

BACKGROUND

Birth Place: England

Hometown: Craven, North Yorkshire

Social Class: middle class

Education Level: currently a seventh year at Hogwarts

Father: Lyall Lupin

Mother: Hope Lupin (née: Howell)

Adopted? nope

Sibling(s): only child

Birth Order: n/a

Children: doesn’t plan on it

Pet(s): barn owl named Amata

Other Important Relatives: close to his maternal grandpa and two younger cousins (mom’s sister's kids), he regularly sees his dad's side of the family (two grandparents and an uncle) but he’s not close to any of them

Previous Relationships: nothing serious

Arrests? none

Prison Time? none

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Physical Strength: he doesn’t look it but he’s fairly strong

Offense: good, he’s a talented dueler

Defense: his specialty, his defensive spells are very strong

Speed: fairly nimble

Intelligence: book smart, thinks well on his feet

Accuracy: high

Agility: fair

Stamina: high

Teamwork: he’s getting better at it, he can lead or follow but being collaborative is still difficult

Talents: memorization, getting away with pranks (lying), sarcastic comebacks

Shortcomings: stubborn, perfectionist, overly self reliant

Language(s) Spoken: English, Hebrew, and Latin

Magical Aptitudes? He’s a gifted dueler and overall strong with charms

Quidditch? Doesn’t care for it,

Favorite Wizarding Game? Wizard chess

Ride a Broom? He can but rarely does

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

Face Claim: Ben Rosenfield

Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: brown

Hair Type/Style: naturally curly 

Glasses/Contacts? nope

Dominant Hand: right

Height: 6’1

Weight: 160 lbs

Build: lanky, he’s tall and thin

Exercise Habits: he goes for walks almost every day and occasionally hikes

Skin Tone: white

Tattoos: none

Piercings: never in a thousand years

Marks/Scars: so many, the most visible are a row of parallel scratches under his right eye, a blotchy red spot on his left cheek, a small line above his left eyebrow where he had stitches, and a row of scratch on his chin

Notable Features: tall and covered in scars

Usual Expression: during conversation he makes an effort to smile and seem friendly and happy, but when he’s alone he normally looks busy and lost in his thoughts

Clothing Style: plain, lots of layers,  most of his wardrobe is solid dark colors, when he goes shopping he buys whatever is the cheapest

Jewelry: the closest thing to jewelry he wears is the watch he got for his seventeenth birthday

Allergies: none but he tells people he’s allergic to cats because they hate him

Body Temperature: perpetually cold

Diet: prefers snacks to meals his diet is 60% meat, 20% sweets, 15% other garbage food, and 5% produce

Physical Ailments: lycanthropy

PSYCHOLOGY

Moral Alignment: neutral good

Temperament: melancholic

Element: earth

Primary Intelligence Type: linguistic

Approximate IQ: 120-130 range

Sociability: Remus is an introvert. He finds comfort in solitude, but he’s grown accustomed to spending time in crowds. He’s a bit awkward, but friendly and enjoys spending time with people he just needs some time to himself.

Emotional Stability: Remus is very insecure and anxious. Though he does a good job of keeping his composure around others he has intense low days, and occasionally has panic attacks.

Obsession(s): the full moon/ his lycanthropy, perfection in his work, the possibility of him hurting other people

Compulsion(s): he has three calenders which he must check twice before going out and once before bed, he counts all circular objects in any room he enters, he takes inventory of his scars before he goes to bed each night, he regularly redoes homework assignments several times in an attempt to perfect them, he has to repeat all important information he’s given until he memorizes it, often feels the need to talk himself through important tasks, and he often feels the need to repeat tasks three times/ in multiples of three

Phobia(s): manifest themselves into obsessions

Addiction(s): none

Drug Use: smokes recreationally   

Alcohol Use: social drinker

PSYCHOLOGY

Speech Style: talks quickly, often repeats things, you can sometimes catch a glimpse of his childhood stutter

Accent: Yorkshire accent

Quirks: bites his lip when he’s thinking, traces patterns on anything near him (a table, his leg, another person)

Hobbies: reading, painting, wandering around the woods behind his house or the Hogwarts grounds

Habits: paces, talks to self, writes down everything he does

Nervous Tics: draws number patterns on his pointer finger with his thumb

Drives/Motivations: will do anything to protect his friends, feels the need to prove he can do good, puts everything into things he cares about whether for moral reasons or interest

Boggart: full moon

Positive Traits: clever, caring, passionate

Negative Traits: awkward, insecure, obsessive

Sense of Humor: dry sarcastic humor and puns that are so bad they’re funny

Do They Curse Often? Way too much, he can keep it under wraps around professors or when on duty but when he’s stressed or around his friends he swears a lot.

Catchphrase(s):  bloody hell, I told you so, I had nothing to do with it

VIEWS & PHILOSOPHIES

Life: is confusing and random

Death: inevitable and unknown

Love: the most important thing in life

Family: should stick by each other, it’s sad but often necessary when families split up

Friends: along with family should be put first

Politics: the government system needs improvement he’s a fan of democracy and wants to see more equality in the wizarding world

Religion: practices Reform Judaism 

Work: it’s difficult to hold a job when you have to take a few sick days every month

Money: something he wishes he didn’t have to worry about

Body Modification: he has nothing against it, but he doesn’t see the appeal

FAVORITES

Activity: exploring forests/ spending time in nature

Animal: dogs

Beverage: earl gray tea

Book: impossible to choose but he’ll normally say The Tales of Beedle the Bard

Color: maroon

Quidditch Team: doesn’t have one

Food: rare steak

Flower: hydrangeas

Gem: doesn’t care one way or another it’s not like he could afford any and if he had the money he’d use it on something better

Holiday: Hanukkah 

Mode of Transportation: apparition  

Quote/Saying: “sleep is good and books are better”

Scenery: woods

Scent: chocolate or a burning fire

Sport: he’s never liked sports, he was a clumsy kid

Weather: chill and cloudy but not too cold

Vacation Destination: he visited Amsterdam once as a kid and loved it, he thinks it’d be nice to go back one day

ATTITUDES

Greatest Dream: Even though he knows it’s illogical Remus’s greatest wish is to be normal and get rid of his lycanthropy and OCD.

Greatest Fear: losing control during a transformation and hurting someone in his wolf state  

Most at Ease When: in nature

Least at Ease When: it’s close to the full moon

Worst Possible Thing That Could Happen: being stuck in a public populated area during the full moon

Biggest Achievement: being a prefect

Biggest Regret: being compliant with James and Sirius’s bullying  

Most Embarrassing Moment: being called a freak in potions first year when he wouldn't stop “talking to himself” (he was repeating the steps to the potion as he went along to make sure he didn’t miss anything, he tried to stop but it was a strong compulsion)

Biggest Secret: He says it’s that he’s a werewolf, but quite a few people know that. The one thing he’s never told anyone is that he’s attracted to men.

Top Priorities: graduating Hogwarts, protecting his friends, and doing everything he can to help defeat Voldemort

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MARLENE CHARACTER TASK

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Marlene Alexandria McKinnon Pronunciation: Mahr-leen Al-eks-an-dree-ah Mih-kin-nin Meaning: Marlene / a blend of Maria and Magdalene, thus derived from Mary Magdalene of the New Testament. Maria/Mary and Magdalene mean star of the sea and of Magdala respectively. Reasoning: Going off Matthew’s name, alliteration, probably. Both purebloods, neither parent held to any Muggle religion, despite Matthew and Marlene both having Biblical origins. Nickname(s): Marls, Mar, Marly, Marsbar, Kinny, McKinny, Mars, McKinnon Preferred Name(s): Marlene, Mars, Marls (most nicknames are fine, at least from people she loves). Birth Date: 21st July, 1960. Age: 17 Zodiac: Cancer (it very much does not suit—at least not what people generally associate with Cancers—she’s a lot more of a Sagittarius) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Nationality: English Ethnicity: Biracial Chinese and white Current Location: Hogwarts (she has a home, I’ve just forgotten) Living Conditions: Significantly well-off Title(s): None recognised by the government, but Kissing Ambassador as recognised by Gryffindor (a title shared with Sirius Black). Applicable Tropes: Action Girl; Cute Bruiser; Damsel Out of Distress; Not Afraid To Die; Screw the Rules, I’m Doing What’s Right; Talk to the Fist; more but I’m mobile and sleepy.

BACKGROUND

Birth Place: TBD (I have it written down somewhere, but I don’t know where).  Hometown: TBD (ditto). Social Class: Socialite/elite, though she’s been abstaining from it for years. Education Level: Completed OWLs, in the process of NEWT level at Hogwarts in Seventh Year. Father: Robert McKinnon, ambassador for the Ministry of Magic. Mother: Jia McKinnon (nee Chang), socialite. Very good at playing the game. Adopted? No. Sibling(s): Matthew McKinnon Birth Order: Marlene, Matthew. Children: None. Pet(s): Not yet, but she’s still holding out for a dog. Temporarily reobtained Matthew’s owl, Ascot, which used to be hers, but is likely going to give to Elena Woodrow or Felix Fortescue. Other Important Relatives: Grandparents (Alphaeus and Callisto McKinnon), whom she has not spoken to since the age of eleven. Old blood, old money, pureblood, and proud. Previous Relationships: N/A. She’s not especially well-versed in feelings. Arrests? At a Muggle rock show. She was released at three a.m. when Sirius came to drag her out. Prison Time? No.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Physical Strength: Surprising given her lithe stature, but she’s a Quidditch player who has to throw a decently-weighted ball through the air with enough force to get to a fellow Chaser whilst possibly flying in the opposite direction. Far more strength is required than many realise. Offense: Highly skilled. Also, her likely approach. Defense: Less skilled, though in light of recent events, she’s viewing it with renewed focus. Speed: Extremely high. Marlene is known to be fast, whether on her feet, a broomstick or with a fist. She once outflew a bludger. Intelligence: Higher than she demonstrates. She has a tendency to act on impulse so she frequently doesn’t think but when she does, she’s quite intelligent. She’s generally very good with anything based in people as well. Accuracy: High, particularly due to Quidditch, though when she was younger it had a tendency to suffer for speed. Agility: Very high. Necessary for a Quidditch player without any means to defend themself, and her smaller size and lithe form aid in this. Stamina: Significant, again due to Quidditch. Teamwork: Very good, dependent on the leader. Marlene is a very good person to have in a team and is great back up if she respects the person in charge and they have earned the right to be considered some form of authority from her. If not, she’s an absolute nightmare. She has no desire to be the leader. Talents: Wanting to push Lucius Malfoy into a fountain Dueling, maintaining a muttered commentary, flying, punching, running, holding onto her faith in people, getting under Lucius Malfoy’s skin. Shortcomings: Impulsive, reckless, Herbology & Potions, can’t back down,  Language(s) Spoken: English, Magical Aptitudes? DADA, Charms, offensive spells, particularly anything fire-based Quidditch? Gryffindor Chaser Favorite Wizarding Game? Exploding Snap. She enjoys both the speed of the game and the opportunity to see people’s eyebrows catch fire. Ride a Broom? Hell yes.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

Face Claim: Chloe Bennet Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Hair Type/Style: About the length it is on her blog sidebar image (which means I really should change her icon, though she will eventually cut her hair to icon-length; they’re wizards, so it’s not necessarily a permanent cut, but at some upcoming point there will be a cut). Glasses/Contacts? No Dominant Hand: Right Height: 5′5″ Weight: “Light enough for Sirius to carry me back to the castle when I bet he couldn’t. I have no idea where he got the strength from, honestly. Lost myself three sugar quills and some dignity. Scored a free ride and Remus’ laughter.” Build: Lithe, small Exercise Habits: Quidditch training, which is grueling. Frequently flies outside of that too, which is again more exercise than many realise. Goes for runs too. Skin Tone: Warm (I honestly struggle with answering this irl because the general consensus people offer me is tanned but like. having a mixed skin tone bc you’re biracial is not the same as tanning? but then it’s probably like tanned leather and gah idk) Tattoos: Not yet, but when she joins the Order, she starts commemorating the fallen on her back in a large tattoo of a night sky, placing them all on her back as stars like the Greeks of old. Piercings: Her ears are double-pierced. Marks/Scars: Scrapes and scratches from various adventures, either with animals, in the forest, during Quidditch, during summer escapades or because of fights she may find herself in. A mark on her left hip where she once took a bludger for another player so that the Quaffle could be shot and the game won. Madam Pomfrey had healed the bone and reknit the skin with no small amount of exasperated muttering, and could likely have removed the scar from the skin being fixed, but Marlene had a natural aversion to the Hospital Wing and left as soon as possible. Besides, she doesn’t mind the scar. Notable Features: Small hands, a birthmark to the right of her stomach, right at the juncture of stomach and pelvic bone. Usual Expression: Wry and cheeky, amusement playing at her lips. Clothing Style: Messy? She kind of just throws on whatever. She likes shorts and plaid shirts a bit too big for her on top of tanks and honestly, whatever she can find. Tanks are probably the tightest she goes in general, except for probably dresses if she’s in the mood to impress. Jewelry: She considered knuckle rings at one point to cause more damage in the case of a punch, but her hands are small enough that she’d be more damaged than her opponent, and the fists of fury do pretty well on their own. Earrings, mostly. Allergies: Weak-willed men and Lucius Malfoy’s hair N/A Body Temperature: High Diet: Generally whatever she feels like. More than people would expect, but a Quidditch player has to keep their strength up. French toast and a ton of protein (generally red meat), mostly. She really likes berries, particularly strawberries and raspberries. Physical Ailments: N/A.

PSYCHOLOGY

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Temperament: Sanguine Element: Fire Primary Intelligence Type: Kinesthetic Approximate IQ:  Sociability: Generally pretty high, though currently at an all time low since her first month or so at the castle. Emotional Stability: “No.” She tends to think that distracting herself from her emotions because she can’t process them is the same as dealing with them and being stable. It is not. Obsession(s): Some would argue dragons and bad life choices, but N/A Compulsion(s): Doing the opposite of what someone tells her to do, particularly if someone’s telling her not to do something or that she can’t, muttered commentary about life Phobia(s): Not so much a phobia as a severe and intense dislike, but cats. Addiction(s): Adrenaline, if anything. Distractions. Drug Use: Medium; unlikely to reject but generally doesn’t initiate herself. Alcohol Use: High, mostly with her friends.

PSYCHOLOGY

Speech Style: Generally casual, with a tendency towards quips, snark or sarcasm, but occasionally slips into something more eloquent. It’s a mix of childhood, her family and all she has been since she was eleven. Accent: British (I am vague with zero regrets) Quirks: Drumming her fingers against herself or anything, much like Matty did; sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth if she is focusing very intensely when writing Hobbies: Drawing schematics to obtain dragons during History of Magic, sending/saying pick up lines to Frank and cataloguing his reactions and blush range, sniping at Lucius Malfoy, flying,  Habits: Biting her lip; presenting feelings she doesn’t know how to deal with as a quip; bad decisions and coping mechanisms. Nervous Tics: Eyes moving/twitches, slight twist to her lips Drives/Motivations: Fighting the good fight, the people she loves, an awakening about injustice served by her grandparents’ treatment of her mother Boggart: An inferius bearing Matthew’s face. Positive Traits: daring, loyal, spirited Negative Traits: reckless, vicious, caustic Sense of Humor: Quips, sarcasm, dry, sardonic, teasing—it varies, but it’s all rooted in and derived from the snarky commentary she used to provide as a kid. Do They Curse Often? Yes. Generally tries to avoid doing so in front of children. Catchphrase(s): “I am appalled.” (nearly always as a joke/some form of sarcasm) / “I am innocent.” (generally to her friends, when she is probably not)

VIEWS & PHILOSOPHIES

Life: Made of love and losing. Death: Worth it, if she can help even one person; also, ideally before her loved ones. Love: Absolutely exists, but doesn’t see the romantic type as available/able to occur for her Family: Fractured right now, and like she let them (Matt & parents) down—but her friends are also her family. Friends: People she has let herself make a home in, who are in her chest and can never be turned out—willing to fight and die for them any day. Politics: Doesn’t trust the government because she knows how they work and their practitioners. Religion: Seventeen year old girls don’t run into war without faith and belief rooted in their bloodstream, but hers has always been in people. She’s heard of God from Lily and Mary, though, and she’s glad they have Him. Maybe He’ll keep them safe. At least alive longer than her. Work: Implies a future outside of war, which she does not expect. Money: Definitely not lacking. Body Modification: Absolutely here for voluntary—see aforementioned future constellation tattoo.

FAVORITES

Activity: Bantering with her friends. Animal: Dogs. Magical animal would be dragons, but otherwise, definitely dogs. Beverage: Firewhiskey, actually. She enjoys the burn. Book: Catcher In The Rye. Given to her by an American tourist at an underground Muggle rock show the summer between fifth and sixth year. Beyond the book itself, it’s something special to her, given by someone who wanted to give her something to remember them by, so that they could make a tangible impact on the world around them. She understands that feeling. Color: Red, though she does have quite the preoccupation with gold, and neither are due to Gryffindor. Quidditch Team: Gryffindor! Or Appleby Arrows, probably. Food: French toast Flower: Rose, though she’d probably say “lily” if asked and wink at said redhead. Gem: Ruby, probably—courage and vitality are not things she’s necessarily lacking, but things she thinks could need more of in the days to come. She’s never been brave nor strong enough in her own mind. Holiday: New Years Eve Mode of Transportation: Broomstick, though that may change when she gets her Apparition license. Quote/Saying: “Then I defy you, stars!” —romeo montague, romeo and juliet Scenery: Autumn trees and forests. Scent: Gardenia Sport: Quidditch Weather: Autumn breezes. Vacation Destination: Anywhere, depending on who she’s with.

ATTITUDES

Greatest Dream: For everyone she loves to make it through the war—for the war to mean something. Greatest Fear: Being Imperius’d to do harm to a loved one—to have no choice and to be forced to do harm to someone she would sooner die for. Most at Ease When: With those she loves, though to differing degrees—she has never had any walls with Rod, and Sirius is to whom she feels the most kinship born from similarity, and Lily was the first person since Rod that Marlene felt she could call home, and Mary is the one she will sit on her bed with in the quiet of her night and try to dismantle walls for because she wants to tell her, and James is her ultimate bro, and Frank will always have her back, and she can always trust Emmeline and Remus and all of her friends to be on her team, but she is not necessarily at ease telling them all anything. Rod and Sirius are the two that are easiest in that sense, because she has no walls with the former and the latter is the one she always thinks is most likely to understand, out of her friends, because of the similarities in their personalities and contexts. Action-wise, though, she feels very at ease when making quips, because it is something familiar to lose herself in.  Least at Ease When: Being forced to think or talk about the future. Worst Possible Thing That Could Happen: Watching someone she loves die for her, probably. Close contenders—watching anyone she loves die, being Imperius’d and killing someone she loves, everyone she loves dying. That last one is probably the worst, actually, especially if you combine it with losing the war because then all these bright and wonderful people she loves died for nothing. Biggest Achievement: She doesn’t really feel as if she’s achieved very much. Perhaps having so many people she holds in her heart because they are all blessings, as terrifying as it is to have that many people who can break her heart. Gryffindor Chaser, for something more quantifiable. Biggest Regret: Leaving Rod—not Slytherin, just him. It would be to do with not being able to save Matthew, but she had been in no position to help or even be aware he was in danger, so it’s not as guilty a regret as it is devastated. Most Embarrassing Moment: Lucius dared her to do something dumb and she got in trouble which led to her grandmother giving her a long, boring and rather sharp and rude lecture in which she hissed about ladylike behaviour and Lucius made cracks about it for weeks, asking her how her embroidery was going and the like. She threatened to push him into a fountain. Biggest Secret: The overwhelming mess of conflicting feelings that is what Rodolphus Lestrange is to her, probably. Which is secret by default because she doesn’t even know herself lmao. As for something she could actually tell but hasn’t, hanging out with him after the funeral. It’s pretty recent, admittedly. Top Priorities: Her loved ones’ happiness.