THALIA ALLISON LONGBOTTOM ;
twenty-three, she/her
pureblood, order ally
journalist for the daily prophet
â lindsey morgan
Neville and Hannah Longbottom hadnât been planning to have kids so young, per se. To put it simply, Thalia was an accident baby â not that theyâd never let anyone see it that way. They loved her, of course they did. And they tried. Dear God, they really did try. But it was barely just after the war when Hannah fell pregnant, bordering still on their teenage years and battle-worn around the edges, and they raised their little girl anyway. Itâs because of this that the relationship dynamic between Thalia and her parents is⊠Strange, to say the least. She knows her parents are young, can see it in their faces and mannerisms without needing been told, and there are times at home when they would accidentally slip up, talking to their daughter as if she were their friend. Thalia doesnât mind, particularly; she loves her parents, does not feel a distance with them as others do. Itâs just. Sometimes, thereâs an unsettling, left-out feeling in the bottom of her stomach when she sees her parents standing together, in love. And she knows it might seem unreasonably, especially since they never pressured her, either. She wasnât named after a namesake, a war hero, and it was because Neville thought he knew; that he didnât want her to have to live up to someone who had died. Thaliaâs grateful for that, but some days ( some nights, her head resting on a pillow and her mind so overcrowded with thoughts ) she wished they would have, so she had a name. Longbottom was fine and well-known, sure, but you add a Thalia in front of it and sheâs tired of seeing peopleâs eyebrows wrinkle in confusion.
As a child, she tottered after her mother at the Leaky Cauldron, charming the regulars with her smile and collecting plates. Thatâs what she did, ever since she was a child: adapt to people, fake a smile here and there, burn relationships with others in a blink of an eye. To be fair, It was interesting, seeing all these new faces everyday. It acted as a sort of inspiration for her: seeing the way a man would stare off into space too long and wonder what he was thinking, seeing a lady with three wedding bands on her finger and wondering what her story was, seeing all these different people and twisting them to make her own. Though she resides at Hogwarts for most of the year now, Thalia still helps her mother out over the holidays voluntarily. Her father, on the other hand, became the Herbology professor in her fourth year, meaning Thalia was constantly surrounded by her parents somehow.Thankfully, Neville seemed to understand the position she was in, and consequently didnât bombard her unless he had a reason to. Of course she took Herbology after an âOâ in her OWLs and NEWTs, so she still saw him regularly, but he doesnât go out of his way to seek her for no particular reason, which is reassuring.
Sheâs had a passion for writing since she was able to hold a quill. Her imagination wasnât in splashes of red and yellow, but with intricate loops of words twisting around her mind again and again. She reads a book, a line of poetry, anything that she can deem beautiful, and watches as her brain paints a picture for her and can feel a feeling of content resting in her chest. She creates characters off the top of her head, thought-out and always expanding, and throws them in scenarios that she can control. Of course, times changed, things moved on, but she knows sheâs lucky to land herself a job at the Daily Prophet. Not what she wanted to in life, yet itâs somewhere. Sheâs still writing. Still lost in herself a little bit. Itâs going to be sooner or later that sheâll be pulled out of the world only revolving around her.
Regarding the war, Thaliaâd been obligated to be on the Orderâs side, in respect of her family and friends. Her parents were both surviving war heroes of the last war, and she doesnât think she could look at them in the eyes if she didnât take the Orderâs side. She doesnât have anything against Muggleborns and such; she just doesnât want to be put in the middle of missions. Her parents respect this. If thereâs worthy information to be passed to the Order, she does so, but thatâs mostly the extent of what she does for them. Itâs not like she knows everything going in the Order.
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