❛ ugh, no, just leave me to die here, my pride is gone, my crops
are dead. i think I’m getting a pimple. even a first year, a tiny itty
bitty first year managed to sass me today. the shame! ❜
“or, now hear me out, i don’t share and you give me the password and forget you ever saw this because you’re the best friend anyone could ask for.”
❛ i am exactly that, but unfortunately for you, this is my job
now, and Professor Longbottom specifically requested that
I make sure students aren’t getting drunk and stumbling off
the nearest tower, especially after last year ❜
“give me the password and i might share the firewhisky with you.”
❛ or... I give you the password and you give me the entire
bottle and we’ll pretend that I never saw you with it in the
first place. what’dya say, Dom, help an ol’ friend out? ❜
Santiago was enjoying a completely perfect afternoon, sitting on one of the sturdier branches of a tree by the Black Lake and enjoying a good book, when he heard a crack. He ignored it for a time, until the tree he was sitting on made a series of louder cracking noises and before he knew it, the branch he was sitting on snapped and he was falling 20 feet in the air. He landed on his shoulder with a loud thud. When someone came up to him, he quickly dismissed them to spare himself from further embarrassment. “Me? Hurt? No! I’m perfectly fine! I-It’s probably just a bruise.” But unbearable pain was painted all over Santiago’s face.
lean lines and cat-like, teddy takes to the rare sun like a moth
to flame. without classes to garner his attention, or essays to
mark - he is free to stretch out on the bank of the lake; bare
skin already tan that he hardly needs the sun to freckle his
flesh. the thunderous crack whips his head around recklessly,
a muscle protesting and locking up that he curses and stumbles
over to check that the student is okay.
❛ not with the angle your shoulders at, it’s not. s’probably
dislocated - but I can set it right if you let me? I’m just
a TA and Pomfrey would have my hide if I did anything
without asking.❜
( NICO TORTORELLA ) ⤬ There goes TEDDY LUPIN. Would you believe HE really is an WANDMAKER at 28? At least, I’ve heard they’re CANDID and INVENTIVE, but they also seem somewhat RESTLESS and CRITICAL. For a HALF-BLOOD (METAMORPHMAGUS), I think they’re alright, but you never know.
much of teddy’s early life could be played out through old newspaper clipping and magazine columns
the famous godson of the ‘boy who lived’ and the biological son of two decorated war heroes, he was raised within a shadow which was hard to burn off
never soft spoken or shy, teddy was often likened to sunshine for his demeanour
changing his hair colour dependant on the person he liked most upon that day
and often being a redhead during Christmas’ and birthdays, if purely from the ever increasing amount of weasley’s around him
identity has always been hard for him to grasp, and having been sorted into hufflepuff - an often discarded and underestimated house - he always wanted to carve a name for himself
being a metamorphmagus didn’t help things
he went through his early life continuously changing his features, being unsure as to whether he truly could see his mother in the line of his nose or father in the shape of his eyes
for this reason, after turning seventeen, teddy began to keep his changes to his hair alone
scared, in a way, to lose some part of his own identity by adopting the features of those around him
teddy can be brash, but rarely ignorant, sooner to play off his knowledge as naivety to surprise those around him
and though he is covered in magic and muggle tattoos alike, his exterior is far harder than what is underneath
which is a boy who is still young at heart, and would sooner see the good in other’s than fall to the pessimism he is prone too
As long as my work continues to speak for itself outside of what I look like, I’m okay. This is going to sound obnoxious, but I get told I’m too good-looking for a lot of roles. They don’t write roles people would think I’m supposed to play as often as they used to, the rom-com pretty-boy storylines. Movies are thankfully about real people nowadays, and I don’t necessarily always look like a real person.
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