「 lucy liu, forty - seven, cisfemale + she/her 」 ☆ is that PANSY PARKINSON spotted in KNOCKTURN ?! as they walk along the cobblestone ground they seem to be quite FOXY, but also VINDICTIVE, it makes sense given they are a DRAGONOLOGIST and their patronus is a MARIPOSA BUTTERFLY. the year you realize the unicorns won’t come for you. suppressing a shudder as cold scissors graze the back of your neck. stillettos sinking into soft mud , barely able to gather yourself after your portkey. knowing you can do great things -- knowing you will do great things if people just stopped looking at you like that. + CASTLE ON THE HILL by ED SHEERAN make me think of them.
A B O U T
despite how it seemed , pansy was not born with a sour face and a barbed tongue. at one point , she was a child as blameless as the boy who lived. she was not always so bitter. however , because tragic backstories weren’t reserved for the good , and the gryffindor. her parents were killed. not by voldemort , but for voldemort , in the name of voldemort. don’t pity them. they were happy with that. death was better than the alternative ( see: azkaban ).
after being orphaned, pansy subsequently ended up in the care of her grandparents : mr. and mrs. parkinson sr. they were old age purebloods , grooming her as meticulously as her parents had been. her childhood was filled with unicorn figurines on the mantle place , itchy lace collars , and silky black hair that was brushed and plaited at least thrice a day.
hogwarts was an escape. at least , until the letters began and her grandmother’s elegant scawl became constant in reminding her that her future is meant to look like a ring embossed in diamonds , and an heirloom tiara , and beautiful babies swaddled emerald blankets. is that a decent explanation of how pansy parkinson became pansy parkinson? how the fifteen year old got caught up in the inquisitorial squad that happened to have all the pureblood boys , and how at seventeen , she thought that harry potter in exchange for the rest of her life wasn’t an outrageous idea ?
but , at the end of the war , pansy realized something : there was more to it. there was more to life than the wedding and the marriage and the pudgy babies she didn’t want. there were other countries and other people and other species. while she’d always been enamoured with the idea of finding a unicorn , she settled on dragons , instead.
after hogwarts , she found herself in romania. it was far enough that no one knew her name , and she was inexperienced enough that no one cared to know her name. while it took her a while to lose the reputation of ‘ that girl who wore heels on her first day , ’ eventually , she became ‘ the swedish short - snout expert. ’ while she still wore heels , pansy found herself making something else of herself.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
pansy’s still a mf bitch
also she’s kinda Dramatic
and incredibly stylish
C O N N E C T I O N S
idk pansy strikes me as a homewrecker if i’m honest hmu if u want me to ruin ur happy family
ur unconvinced she’s changed and she doesn’t care but lowkey maybe she does
i’d be willing to have an ex - fiance ( s ) , but i dont think pansy actually ever got married.
what i think would be super soft is that if they were engaged during seventh / eighth year , but after she decided she didn’t want that , she broke it off so that they could have a chance at a family ) - :
but also like another one that got to that point as Adults with lives , but careers got in the way and despite loving each other , it ended as well
OH AND ONE MORE ! the question was popped and pansy freaked out bc she’d already Tried this before and she said no and essentially ghosted them 0:
in terms of kids ? i don’t rlly see her with child , but for lauren tsai i might make an exception ngl. ur welcome to app as a parkinson niece / nephew , but they’d be from a cousin ‘cause pansy’s an only child ( - ;
“ you ever think that something is a good idea – until it isn’t anymore ? that’s basically every decision i make in a nutshell. “ a laugh. a hand runs through dark hair. “ but more importantly – you ever done something that is just … PEAK DUMBASS ? i think i’ve outdone myself this time. “
“ that’s not reassuring , ” evie says , raising an amused brow. “ oliver , i don’t want to ask , but , i think i have to know. ” unlike their sisters , who rarely needed a big sister , oliver was the only one who could get evie anywhere close to responsibility.
POP. the loud sound was accompanied by a figure seemingly falling out of the sky, landing smack on the pavement. allowing a long string of expletives to escape from his lips, albus potter quickly brushed himself off as he stumbled to his feet. it was times like this where he truly hated his job, where he wished he would’ve chosen another career path. anything other than the department of magical transportation. he’d hoped to work with brooms, he never thought he’d wind up administering apparition tests. and he certainly never imagined falling out of the sky as part of a failed attempt, but there he was. allowing another swear to escape his lips, he reached up to run his fingers through his hair as he frantically looked around. “excuse me,” he called, loudly, as he stepped towards the center of the seat, “has anyone seen a frazzled teenager? i seem to have misplaced him!”
sofiya returns her cup to its saucer , looking up at the commotion. while she misses bulgaria , she will admit : it’s never a dull moment in england. “ that doesn’t sound good , ” she says , mostly to herself. but , self - interest gets the better of her as she leans over the bannister separating the street from the café. perhaps this might make its way onto the show. “ how do you misplace a teenager ? they’re quite difficult to lose , no ? ”
normally, adrian would be a bit more alert walking down the streets, especially during late nights like this one. however, he’s more than exhausted this day, eyelids heavy and body weary after a particularly gruelling shift at work, and all he wanted was to head to the bar and have a pint. that is, until he rounds the corner and comes face to face with another figure, making him jump at the sight, fingers automatically reaching for the wand hidden in his backpocket. “motherfucker!” he exclaimed, taking a brief moment to compose himself. “sorry—” he winces, “i didn’t mean to— you just surprised me, is all.”
the hour is later than she’d like it to be ( sofiya is a morning person , after all ). the bulgarian keeps her arms tight to her , wrapped around her jacket as as she walks. as she turns the corner , she startles back as well. in retrospect , she shouldn’t have walked so tight to the corner. “ ah , ” sofiya smiles , holding her palms up. “ no ‘arm , no foul. i suppose that was my fault as well. ”
“ Oh sinnerman where you gonna run to? Oh sinnerman where you gonna run to? “ The fast-moving rhythm of the old jazz song echoed throughout the room as Orion sang along with it at the top of his lungs, dancing with his eyes closed and his lip curled up in a wide smile. He wouldn’t stop dancing and singing until he could hear footsteps approach him. “ Are you just going to stand there and watch me or will you join me? ” He questioned them as he ran his fingers through his hair to keep it from falling down his forehead.
“ i am afraid i don’t know that one , ” sofiya laughs , charmed by the man’s confidence. if she had , she would’ve joined in a heart beat. “ but , i commend your conviction. ” she takes a step forward , head - tilted in interest. “ are you a singer , monsieur ? you might make a career out of it. ”
「 maria gabriela de faria, twenty - eight, cisfemale + she/her 」 ☆ is that SOFIYA KRUM spotted in KNOCKTURN ?! as they walk along the cobblestone ground they seem to be quite COSMOPOLITAN, but also UNCOMPROMISING, it makes sense given they are a MEDIA PERSONALITY and their patronus is a CHESTNUT MARE. toothy grins and pudgy fingers wiggling at the cameras. dictionaries upon dictionaries -- your accent unrecognizable. ruby red lipstick clashing with the baby blue of your uniforms. of honeyed words , and pushing the right buttons. + PRESS by CARDI B make me think of them.
we back @ it boys ! this is sofi krum , aka felix’s lil sister aka viktor’s more annoying , less lowkey lovechild. our inspiration ? the alpha bitch , the valley girl , the attention whore. buckle up , folks
A B O U T
as anyone who’s read her autobiography knows : her father is viktor krum , and her mother is someone who hoped that a child might shackle him down. but , when he didn’t get down on one knee : she left. as a result , sofi is raised by her dad. don’t pity her , though. he’s a great father , and alongside him , felix is a great brother. viktor learns how to plait hair , and felix lets her paint his nails. there’s no point in her life where she wishes for more.
when she’s fourteen , sofi and a friend begin recording a radio show. it’s nothing short of glorified commentary on the lives of their classmates , but the daily updates ( typically aired after dinner at 8:00 p.m. sharp ) are extremely popular. their rise to the top is halted quickly by the professors -- citing that it could technically be bullying. despite its end , sofiya finds herself at the top of the food chain at beauxbatons. it’s a mixture of her name , her good looks , and the pure ballsiness of the concept.
also kinda didn’t kno where else to say this , but sofiya speaks a Lot of languages. regularly and fluently : bulgarian , french , and english. she also understands ( and speaks a little ) russian and spanish. the first three are out of necessity. the latter two because her knowledge kink is languages lmao
now , whether its because her father’s name or actual talent on her part , straight out of school , sofi nabs herself a spot on a real wizarding radio show. it’s not the wizarding wireless network , but it’s a definite step up from the shoddy set - up in her dormitory. from there , her popularity grows from the hallowed halls of beauxbatons to the entire country. however , bulgaria’s not that big.
sometime in between now , and then , sofi is invited to co - host FLYING HIGH -- a quidditch - centric programme -- on the WWN. seeing as she has little to - do with the sport , it’s obviously given to her because she’s her father’s daughter. too bad sofi doesn’t care. this is the move that catapults her to fame. after her first show , sofiya krum becomes a household name. hold your applause , thanks.
fast forward a decade , sofiya is still thriving. she’s released a best - selling autobiography , and is one of the most recognizable voices in europe. additionally , while she’s no longer on FLYING HIGH , she has her own show now : MAGIC IN THE MORNINGS WITH SOFIYA KRUM.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
despite her family’s talent of churning out strong and stoic types , sofiya is anything but. she’s loud and bold and demands to take up space. it’s never a dull moment with her.
her ambition has always been obvious. if she wants something , she’ll find a way to get it. she’s never been afraid to bat her eyelashes and throw around her father’s name.
the only thing is : she doesn’t take to opposition very well. ‘ no ’ is not in her vocabulary. this is thanks to her status as the baby of the family , as the only girl. as her motto goes : where there’s a will , there’s a way.
still , her father raised her to be poised , above all else. while you’ll never see a tantrum in the papers , you’ll find an article or two about her temper when things don’t go her way. she’s kind of like a chad. she won’t physically fight you , but like ... she’d definitely sue you or something wild like that.
C O N N E C T I O N S
schoolmates : she went to beauxbatons ( - :
past co - workers : co - hosts , hosts on other channels , writers , etc
quidditch stars : she was co - hosting a quidditch programme on the wwn , SURELY she must’ve interviewed at least a couple Dozen pro quidditch players
flings : in the same vein , im sure she’s hooked up with a Number of quidditch players amongst Regular Human Wizards as well
rivals : im sure someone wants to take this bitch down a peg bc i know i’d fight her
maintaining friendships at their age is difficult -- a collection of letters reading , ‘ are you free this tuesday ? ’ and ‘ no , how about the next ? ’ but , when they manage to work a miracle , it’s as if they’re sixteen again , wreaking havoc in the streets of hogsmeade with a bag of honeydukes and butterbeer moustaches.
“ merlin ! ” evie laughs , catching her reflection in a store front window. without wiping her lip , she makes a face at her , “ how long have i had that on ? i look like one of those old guys on a chocolate frog. ” ( @criedpcwer )
it’s a pathetic excuse for a disguise , but the mask is enough to infiltrate the hospital , acquire the target , and escape without notice. hopefully , at least. as she walks the halls of st. mungo’s in search of her baby sister , evie is sure to keep the mask secured on her face. it’s a key component to her plan , after all. but , seeing as she doesn’t ACTUALLY know what floor to start on , it’s just her luck that she happens to spy her sister.
bounding up to her , evie can barely conceals her grin , “ excuse me , miss , can you help me with something ? i desperately want to take my baby sister to lunch , but it seems like she’s just too busy for me sometimes. ” ( @dvmnedsaints )
while evie’s apartment is a disorganized hovel , having company is no motivation to clean it. it’s messier than usual today ; the floor is covered in an assortment of clothes , and snacks , and albums ( her wand is likely to be hidden under a pile of something ). evie herself is also messier than usual with her messy pony , and crumb - covered pj’s. she isn’t typically in her pajamas at five in the afternoon , but it’s just elle.
“ look ! look at this ! ” evie barks out a laugh , nearly choking on her treacle tart as she points out the particular picture to her , " remember that ? for circe’s sake ! that was more brutal than watching brazil lose the 2014 quidditch cup. ” ( @polyjuicedpotion )
In all honesty, Helena didn’t think she’d be back here - to live, at least. She had more wanderlust than she knew what to do with, but found herself missing what had been her most prominent home. Not one to change herself too quickly, she stuffed herself in a corner of Flourish and Botts, hurriedly writing away. When she saw a person’s shadow over her, she held up a finger.
“Give me a second!” She exclaimed, writing for a solid thirty more seconds before looking back up. “What?”
heather , whilst unsure as to where she should pick up her pre - order , embarrassingly mistakes the brunet for a flourish and blotts worker , approaching her with a smile , only to be immediately ran from.
heather finds herself puzzled by the eccentric woman. “ are you ... ” her words dwindle off , not quite correct. “ are you a writer ? ”
“ NOT QUITE SURE if you noticed , or , y’know , looked at the time … but the bar is closed, ” fingers rub at exhausted eyes. “ do you … need a room or somethin’ ? “ the older man yawns LOUDLY.
evie blinks once. twice. “ oh. ” her muddled , dehydrated brain slowly begins to turn its gears. severe drunk goes to horrified mollification. “ oh , man ! i’m so -- ” her apology is cut off by w i d e yawn. “ excuse me ! ” she gives a firm shake of her head , trying to find her sense. “ a room would be good. GREAT , even. think i’d ... probably get splinched ? ”
“You didn’t happen to see a um… a flying teddy bear, at any point go over here, did you?” Merlin Thaddeus really did love his job sometimes. He’d spent the better part of the day deanimating a hoard of stuffed animals from a nearby toy store and he had finished about forty-five minutes ago, but he needed to just double check he didn’t need to send an obliviator down this way as well before he headed home. “Or you know, a whole flock of them?”
when the teddy drifts past her , floating on the non - existent breeze , evie hardly bats a lash. after three younger siblings , it was hardly the first stuffy she’s seen flying about. it then takes her another moment to remember : she’s in muggle london. “ see , i really , really want to say i saw the flock. i want to , but i haven’t. ”
Melvin hadn’t been to Diagon Alley since he had been a little boy, while his father had taken him a few times along with Knockturn Alley, he’d always gotten his school supplies with his mother, and hadn’t had a need to do his own shopping like this since. Still, he was determined to find his own way around, wandering silently and aimlessly until he reached his destination, staring intently at the buildings around him. He hadn’t even noticed he had nearly bumped into someone until he was stumbling over his own feet next to them, looking up quickly but still not saying a word in hopes they could both just ignore it’s happening and move along.
“ oh , i’m sorry -- ” her tone is sharper than she means it to be , but with impatience comes carelessness. after all , heather isn’t the one who doesn’t know how to put one foot in front of the other. while she’s got more limb than she knows what to do with , she is in proud possession of natural grace. she tries again , this time , her tone more gentle , “ are you alright ? ”
for as MUCH as scorpius enjoyed his job , he would be lying if he were to say he adored all aspects of it . especially when he was caught up on restocking the potions they were beginning to run low on and there was no need for him to be in the back putting to use the skills he learned during his potion making apprenticeship in france . with those instances and VERY much like right now , scorpius was stuck behind the register , watchful grey eyes following the movements of entering customers . it was the only RELATIVELY interesting aspect to the day so far as kept an eye on the floor traffic , feeling the dull ache beginning to BLOOM in the back of his skull － a horrid combination of his own lack of sleep and irritability . his shift lasted until closing , being the one to lock up and handle inventory before being able to retreat to his flat and call it a night . speaking optimistically , scorpius would head straight to bed following his arrival , but if he were to be a tad more realistic , his night would most likely involve cradling a glass of firewhiskey on his couch until he could will himself to sleep . nevertheless , that didn’t mean scorpius was enjoying standing around like a GLORIFIED security guard as he watched the newest person to enter walk around . ❝ is there anything you need help finding ?? you look rather lost . ❞ scorpius spoke aloud with raised eyebrows , tone neutral yet holding the formality of customer service work .
the collar of her sherpa - lined jean jacket is POPPED as evie inconspicuously enters the shoppe. her hair is up and she’s got sunglasses on , and while it appears that she’s in disguise , she’s really not. ONE : because she’s not her dad. and TWO : because she’s hardly doing anything worth noting. she’s simply skimming the rows upon b l o o d y rows of potions for the TRUSTY purple label but --- evie startles at the shoppe attendant’s attention , giving a GASP. recovering quickly , the harpy throws a toothy grin at the blond as she removes her obnoxious glasses. “ lookin’ a case of skelegrow if you’ve got it , mate. i’m down to my last bottle , you see. ”
he’s wound up. he’s always been wound up. a spring coiled too tightly with no where to release the tension. he should be more relaxed considering he was sitting in the leaky cauldron nursing a drink. that in and of itself was rather stereotypical of him, an auror off duty drinking alone. but his other options were: go home to his empty apartment or stay at the office driving himself up the wall even further because the case he was working on had stalled out and it was simply a waiting game now. so a drink and an attempt to relax at least seemed like his best option. too bad it wasn’t exactly working. he let out a heavy sigh, wondering if he should just admit defeat and go home for now. he wouldn’t be any less tense there but at least he wouldn’t be as much of a living, breathing cliche there.
heather climbs onto the bar stool with ease --- long legs affording her the comfort. she barely pays the man next to her a second glance. after a long day of grunt work , she deserves a drink. well , she actually deserves at least two , but she flags down the barmaid for ( one ) butterbeer. to heather’s delight , the sweet ember drink comes quickly. her mood almost immediately plummets as the poorly - timed sigh all but climbs up her spine.
“ normally , ” she starts as gently as possible , “ i wouldn’t pry , but ... sitting a bar usually means you’re looking for company. ” she conjures as much sympathy as possible , shoving her bad day in her back pocket. “ you alright , mate ? ”
