(Originally posted in TLW community, so you can ignore if you’ve seen it already 😋)
Anyway thought I’d share some of my (still early concept) TLW ocs, hope yall don’t mind 🙏
Dean Fischer (originally Dean Finch but I changed it because I wasn't feeling it as much as I originally was) my first TLW oc, and sorta a self insert that I grew attached to
Roy Foster, the tall quiet one lol, also the oldest of the group
Jason! The classic "I make jokes cause if I don't I'll have a breakdown" character. Realized I accidentally connected him to Olson's character in my head sorta, at least in the sense that Jason would go down a very similar road as Olson during the walk
And last but certainly not least, my beloved Theodore (I love that name so much, idc if it's old fashioned
And of course a little height comparison + outfit concepts because I love them
If you guys have any ideas or headcanons or vibes they give you pls let me know cause I still need to give these guys some more flavor !
On that note I am also very open and welcome to criticism, especially on my non white characters, as l myself am white. Pls pls pls let me know if something is wrong
Theo sat by the lake surrounded by parchment. They were finally going to finish this stupid letter that had been eating at them for awhile now. This was stupid. Why were they doing this? They should have given up a while ago. Just tear it up and throw it away. They sighed and picked up the envelope. It was already addressed.
To: Mr. Tobias Fletcher
His Cell in Azkaban
They stared at it for a long moment and set it back down. They picked up their quill and began to write again. If they didn’t finish today they were giving up. It was now or never they decided.
Father,
It’s me, Theo. Oh wait I guess you don’t know about that-I go by Theo now. Maybe mum told you, or Matthew. I don’t even know if we are allowed to write to you...or if I’ll even send this. I just need someone to talk to. I guess I should maybe catch you up on what you’ve missed in the last 12 years. Was it 12? I guess a little more now. Seeing as they took you not long after the battle.
That’s my only memory of you you know. Of the Aurors coming to Grandmother’s house and taking you and mum away. And then mum coming home alone weeks later telling me and Matthew you wouldn’t be coming back. I didn’t understand then. I was only 4. But I guess you know that. Matthew though, it killed him. He kept some of your things. They are hidden in his closet and he doesn’t let anyone touch them. He hardly spoke about you after you were arrested, but I could hear him crying at night for a long while. I think mum heard too and put a stop to it. She hated crying. She said we had to be strong. We had an image to uphold. Mum got rid of everything else of yours as soon as we went back home. Told everyone you forced her into all the horrible things she had done for Voldemort too and that it was for the best that you were no longer in our lives. Her private views were a little different though. I’m sure you can imagine. Mother always was a good liar. I’m seeing that more now that I’m older. Growing up with her wasn’t exactly easy. She’s never been the warmest person. I don’t know if that has more to do with the way the war played out or if that’s just Mum, but either way I’ve always felt pretty lonely especially after Matthew started school. And Mum was always so critical. Everything felt like a performance and I never knew how to act. I don’t really think she wanted to be a Mum she doesn’t act like it. I know I’ve been a difficult kid sometimes, but Matthew has done pretty well I’d say and she’s still so harsh to him too. Especially after he broke off his engagement. She had chosen a “perfectly suitable match” for him and he “threw it away.” I can’t wait until next summer. After graduation. I’ll be a 7th year next year if you didn’t know. Then I can pack my things and leave. Though I don’t know she’s still my Mum and the only parent I remember. It’s not like I never want to see her again. Just want some space. I’m rambling. I know that. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot to tell you. 12 years is a long time to fill someone in on. We started speaking to the Davieses (?) again after you left. They have a son my age. We aren’t very close, but it’s nice having someone in the family still at school even if he doesn’t have the same viewpoints on certain things as I do. Samuel helped me study for OWLs my fifth year, let me borrow some books and notes, didn’t do much though.
Speaking of school that sounds like a good place to start. You’ve read too much about Mum. I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I asked the sorting hat to put me into Slytherin, but it said I wouldn’t do well there. I wanted to be in Slytherin like you and Matthew and Mum and your parents. Mum had always said when I was younger that Hufflepuff is for kids without any talent. The reject house. It’s a view she still maintains. She blamed a lot of my shortcomings on my house. She’s wrong though about Hufflepuffs. My best friend Nathaniel is a Hufflepuff, and he’s amazing. He does alright in school. He’s got a lot of friends, and he wants to be Auror. If you ask me, I’d say he’s got a good chance too of becoming one. Whatever problems Mum has isn’t a Hufflepuff thing it’s just me. But I can’t just tell her that. Anyways, what else. I joined the Quidditch team. Keeper. I was Captain my 5th year but stepped down at least for this year to focus on school. I’m Prefect too. They announced it at the feast the end of my 4th year. That night-well it wasn’t great. I made some new friends I guess but they don’t feel like friends. I mean Annie is pretty cool. She’s nice. I really like her and I’d say she’s my friend. And there’s nothing against her girlfriend. She’s nice too we just don’t talk much. Maybe we should. I don’t know there’s always been a lot of tension and I’m always fucking things up. I want to do more. Want to prove myself I guess but I’m always just making things worse. I know I know I can’t change anything if I just give up and I’m not I’m just frustrated and it’s not like I can talk to anyone else about it.
5th year let’s see. Well, OWLs. I studied. Hard. All year. I failed most of them. Only passed 4 I believe. Not enough to be an Auror. Oh I want to be an Auror by the way. I probably shouldn’t seeing as you’re in Azkaban and all and that’s a weird thing to think about together. Sorry about that. It’s ok though I probably don’t have a chance anymore since I messed up my exams so badly. Let’s skip the rest of that year. Wait! No one thing. I met a boy. He’s nice and funny and just all kinds of wonderful things. He’s teaching me about Muggle stuff and he got me such an awesome gift for my birthday. He’s been teaching me football and got me my own ball and also a pin that says “My Favorite Quidditch Player.” I feel really lucky that I’ve met him. Except. His name is Elijah. He’s muggleborn though. I’m sure you will have the same opinions as Mum there. ——
This year. I’m a 6th year. I only got 4 OWLs but Professor Ainsley is letting me stay in Muggle Studies with a poor and what else do I have to do. I’ve got 5 classes and too much free time on my hands. I kind of miss my other classes. Oh well I can get a head start on studying for my NEWTs and practicing Quidditch I guess. And they’ve got this competition this year. The Virtus Games. I’m not competing but Samuel is. He’s one of Uncle Anthony’s kids if you didn’t know. And some horrendous beast was set loose in our dormitory. It was terrifying. It’s ugly little eyes were watching me and it’s not helping me be able to sleep.
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Theo scratched a line angrily across the parchment. Their frustration was only growing.
Fuck this isn’t helping. None of this is what I really want to talk about.——-I joined a cult. Well I don’t know if joined is the right word that implies that I signed up for this willingly thinking it be a fun extracurricular. We’re bringing magic back to Squibs. Magic that was stolen by Muggleborns. It’s a noble cause I think. I feel lucky to be apart of something so big. Something like this can really change the wizarding world. But some of the things we’ve had to do-it’s hard to get passed them. Especially because I can’t talk to my best friend or my boyfriend about them. And I’m not really sure if I could talk to the others. Not that they wouldn’t understand I just feel odd talking to them. We aren’t a very close group. Or at least, I’m not close with them. Pennington. And Professor Murray. And not just that. It’s all so much but the thing that bothers me the most is I can’t stop thinking about you. I never wanted to be like you. I wanted to be better. I hated you so much these past several years. For leaving me and Matthew. Leaving us with Mum. Leaving us behind to deal with what you did. But now I’m no better than you are. I’m a murderer too or an accessory to one. I don’t understand the technicalities not that they matter much. The only hope I have now is that we can actually help people. A lot of people. Unlike you. Who have you helped? Certainly not your family. I’m glad I never wrote you before. You’re not worth the parchment. I won’t be writing again.
Have a nice life,
Theodore Fletcher
Theo threw the parchment down in anger and scrambled for their wand. They crumpled up the first sheet of parchment and threw it in the air. “Incendio!” The parchment fell to the ground still burning. They grabbed the next page and did the same. Again and again until nothing was left expect the envelope addressed to their father stuck between some spare bits of parchment that had been spared. They grabbed it and pressed it flat against the ground reading it again and again. Tobias Fletcher. Theo wished they could see him face to face. Maybe there was something he could say to them that would make this better. Finally they snatched the envelope off the ground and crumbled it up as well tossing it in the air. “Incendio!” Theo yelled. The envelope fell to the ground intact. Nothing had happened. Again. “Incendio!” The spell fizzled. The envelope fell to the ground once again. “Damn it.” They were crying now. This was stupid. They wiped the tears from their eyes and tried once more. “Incendio!” Finally the envelope went up in flames just like the rest of the letter. Theo stood and tucked their wand away. They slung their bag over their shoulder and made their way back to the castle leaving being bits of ash and parchment.
loppy-wanderer replied to your photoset “hey everyone its Theo/Blitzice, he wants to die every time he uses his...”
Is that frostbite on his hand and neck?
frostbite scars, actually!! he has the power to generate/manipulate ice plus a really strong regenerative powers, except the ice manifested much sooner than the healing, so he froze himself very badly when he was a child and now he has big scars
