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"I simply have to believe that taking a deep breath has to be enough; that, and to think of a new solution, a new path. Walks by the beach do not leave footprints and yet they have happened. I will take that as inspiration."

#an ocean carrying the will of the waves;; about #mrsmintro

"You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire."

#among the darkest shadows a home of her own;; about #mrsmintro

"Once upon a time, when the world was still on fire she'd have thrown the masses to the wolves, watched them howl. A twist of life, and she's the one stumbling, grasping and gasping cause step by step nothing makes sense anymore."

#mrsmintro #c'est la vie et veela vie;; about

LUCIUS MALFOY

BASICS

name : Lucius Malfoy

nicknames: no

age : 26

birthday: 9 September

zodiac : virgo

birthplace - malfoy estate

height - 6 ft

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BECK SELWYN

BASICS

name : Rebecca Beck Grant Selwyn

nicknames - Beck

age : 26

birthday: may 8

zodiac : taurus sun

birthplace - selwyn estate in Hertfordshire

height - 5'11

Already, he felt like a waste of space when he was born into a family that were convinced they were having a girl. The family name of Rebecca was swiftly turned into Beck. Though his first day of life was always narrated to him like he was an afterthought, he quickly became a source of praise. He’d always considered himself the favorite, a notion that went unchallenged for a long time. His brother, Clyde, was practically a stranger, already off to school by the time Beck drew his first breath. Hogwarts threw that into sharp relief – the constant comparisons, the professors who’d taught Clyde before him. Even in first year, Beck craved his own identity. He grew up falling in love with Quidditch, finding it his goal to be a professional player after graduating. during school, he found a thrill when he got a rise out of other students and for many years, he chased that feeling when he wasn’t on the quidditch field. in the school corridors, he was a menace. and for four great years, he was finding a peak of joy while being on the quidditch team as a chaser. it fueled his competitive urge, any pent up releases from school that week, and he enjoyed the parties after a successful game. one game however, he was close to winning with streaks of red and green robes catching in the wind. He dove, hand outstretched for the Quaffle, when a Gryffindor player slammed into his side. Annoying, the first hit. The second, a brutal shove, nearly sent him tumbling off his broom. The next few heartbeats were lost in a haze. One moment, his fingers were inches from the ball; the next, a Bludger cracked his arm, splintered his broom handle, and he was falling, the ground rushing up to meet him. He woke to the sterile quiet of the Hospital Wing. The truth settled like a stone in his gut: his Quidditch dreams were shattered. Not just the lingering ache in his shoulder, the way the joint felt wrong, but the brutal reality that it wouldn’t heal in time for his final year, the games where the scouts would be watching, assessing potential. It was only Pomfrey, with her usual sharp tongue, who finally broke through his silence, demanding he find a cure for his stubbornness if nothing else. It was tough love but what he needed. A week crawled by, filled with the tedious tasks he invented to stave off the boredom: folding bed linens, counting stock of the potions on hand, and conversations with other student patients. even after he was healed, he continued to go to the hospital wing. when he graduated, he continued his studies first in Barcelona for a residency that came highly recommended by pomfrey and a fellowship program in berlin. Home only beckoned when the news arrived, stark and brutal: his mother, dead, and his father, paying for his choices in the chilling depths of Azkaban. It was around that time he took the job at St. Mungo’s, the fourth-floor Spell Damage ward. His first year as a Healer was a baptism by war, its long shadow filling the ward with mangled results of dark magic, a relentless cycle of suffering, lives he couldn’t save slipping through his fingers. now, he stradles the line of wanting to make the wizarding world better by helping one patient at a time while also hiding behind a contradicting death eater mask.

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