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fernleypark‌:

Fernley hummed merrily when Zaim acquiesced and wedged the scone into her other pocket, now taking up a sizeable bulge on her right side. She snorted. Is that a scone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Fernley broke into a smile at her accomplice’s request. “I thought you clomped on a higher horse, Zaim, so this better not be entrapment.” With more encouragement, she cased the tables for any prying eyes. “What’re you sayin’? We heistin’ breakfast for a whole house?” Fernley said as she reached out with her other hand, in case Zaim preferred not to have bacon or other meats touch their food, before snatching another scone. “We’d need a team…”

They watched her place the scone far away from the bacon and was grateful for the thoughtfulness of it, however quickly it was done. “You don’t know me, I contain multitudes. Plus I get hungry between breakfast and lunch,” Zaim pointed out, scooping up a couple of pieces of toast and wrapping them carefully in a napkin. “But no, it can be just us, if you’d like. I was falling back on our epithet of undying loyalty. I’m not super excited to share, though, so maybe it’d be best to keep this just between us, yeah?”

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fernleypark‌:

Fernley was seated at one of the tables in the Great Hall for breakfast when she sensed an inquiring eye peering over her shoulder. Abruptly, she whipped her head round to level her gaze at them. “What? You’ve never seen a bacon before?” she said, as she put the bacon deep inside the pockets of her parka. Then, with as much discretion as the smell of her heist on her hands, Fernley began to relocate a blueberry scone into her other pocket. “Move to the left a bit, hey? I think someone saw me.”

Zaim looked but didn’t react-- what was the point? Instead they shifted slightly to appease Fernley’s request. “I know what bacon is, I just don’t eat it. Scones, however, are only worth stealing if you take me one, too.” Zaim had just put down a bowl of porridge, but didn’t have any pockets besides the ones in their pants, and would hate to get those all crumby before heading to Herbology. They nodded to the scone plate, a little more empathetically so she didn’t get cold feet. “Don’t be stingy, Fernley, we’re hungry all the time here in house Hufflepuff.”

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deacon-rivers‌:

He laughs. “Hey, hey, give me a little credit! I listen to you! And your schmancy medical jargon, too. I’m just… well over my head with the Seeing stuff. Never set foot in that class and not sure I want to. My tea leaves are just drowned dead plants, mate, end of story.”

“Yeah, I mean…yeah!” It could have been more convincing. Considering all his bullshit antics growing up, you’d think he’d be a better liar. But he’s not—just a stubborn one.

The truth is, he has plenty of regrets about the summer. Missing family birthdays he shouldn’t have, not calling his Mum when he promised he would, barely returning her calls and returning them late. Running into Jesse and managing to ditch him by pretending to go the pisser… yeah, a lot of regrets.

“Spent a lot of time with the band, actually.” That part was true. And was something positive he took away from the summer. “We’ve started to do gigs around Muggle London now, so that’s sort of exciting. What about you, mate? Get up to anything interesting?”

Zaim listened, nodded, a little impressed with the upward mobility that Deacon was experiencing. They had half a mind to look into the Gryffindor’s music, but tended to forget once their conversation ended. Maybe this was the year they got into Dr. In The House, but maybe they’d forget while moving on to gobbledegook first thing tomorrow morning. “I had a pretty good holiday. Visited my family in Boston, some of my old friends,” their head tilted slightly as they continued, thinking about how strange it was to have two lives, so to speak. “Everyone wants to know what I get up to after dropping out of med school. I always tell them I’m finding myself. Nobody wants to hear details about spiritual journeys.” They laughed a little. “Just gotta chug through four more years. Once I’m done here I’ll be a double threat. Magic and muggle medical professions will tremble before me.” Which sounded great, even in a hopeful few years time.

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character sheet: zaim elmakki

name meaning: zaim - leader

nicknames: probably a few relating to the ‘z’ in his name

gender/pronouns: agender (they,them) **will respond to he/him since using gender neutral pronouns is still relatively new to them

sexuality: demisexual

age: twenty-six

birthplace: kassala, sudan

current location: hogwarts castle, scotland

birthday: 3 march 1992, 4:13 am

occupation: student, magical & medical

relationship status: staunchly single

education level: third year at hogwarts, second year medical student at massachussets general

focused area of study: healing

wand: cedar and tebo hair, 9 inches, quite flexible

Financial Status: middle class

languages known: english, french, arabic,m

faceclaim: shamier anderson

height: 6′1″

weight: 220 lbs

eye color: dark brown

hair color: black

blood type: o

tattoos: none

piercings: none

distinguishing marks: height, stern expression, otherwise none

contacts or glasses?: neither, their eyesight is very good

voiceclaim: manute bol, a sudanese basketball player

mother: fatimah nazir, vampire

father: ibrahim badawi, muggle

guardian(s): adoptive parents, amadi & leila elmakki, wizards

siblings: five of them, two younger and three older than zaim

children: none

pets: none

positive traits: thoughtful, calm under pressure, gentle

negative traits: sarcastic, withholding, ambiguous

moral alignment: neutral good

zodiac sign: pisces sun / aquarius moon, the sparkplug

mbti: isfj-a the defender

temperament: phlegmatic

smokes: no

drinks: no

drugs: can’t justify the potential backlash

swears: rarely, if so it will be quietly, under their breath

nervous habits: lip biting, self-seclusion,

skills/talents: gifted healer, can reach any tall shelf without a stool or magic, double jointed in their hands, can touch their tongue to their nose

fears: wasps, clowns, people who overshare

religious beliefs: islam

childhood hero(es): mungo bonham, edward jenner, his parents

hobbies: whittling, reading, enjoying nature

favorite works of literature: dracula, bram stoker; life of pi, yann martell

favorite music: anything with a catchy beat will leave zaim humming along for days on end– no real preference

optimist or pessimist?: optimist

introvert or extrovert?: introvert

daredevil or cautious?: cautious

logical or emotional?: logical

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: methodical and neat

confident or unsure?: confident

#development

deacon-rivers‌:

Deacon blinks at the crystal ball a couple of times, before giving a very slight shake of his head—not so much in disapproval so much as in his own failure to “unfog” his head on the subject of Divination. “Honestly, mate, half of what you just said went in one ear and out the other. That ‘inner-eye’ stuff is still pretty lost on me. Guess it’s not really my cuppa. Weird though, that someone seems to have snatched it. I wonder if they actually found anything or if it was a colossal waste of their time—” Not unlike Divination class itself, he thinks, but doesn’t say. Though his tone… might suggest it, slightly, he doesn’t want to be that much of an ass. Who knows if Zaim is into reading tea-leaves and destiny and all that tripe.

“Is that not what just normally happens when I talk?” Zaim joked, lowering the crystal ball as Deacon turned away from it. “Either way, I’m not one to judge, since tarot readings are a little less weird than, say, turning into an animal. There’s lots of leeway in that respect. I don’t understand any of it, though. All my tea leaves look like clumps of nothing to me.” They straightened their bag on their shoulder and gave Deacon slightly more of their attention than just looking straight ahead. “Did you have a good holiday?” Zaim wasn’t really in the practice of asking people what they got up to, but the decrease in people surrounding them left Zaim with a little more obligation to carry on polite conversation.

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deacon-rivers‌:

Zaim is usually hard to miss, being that they’re a tree. But their deep, rolling voice, steady demeanour and aura of compassion has always left Deacon pretty fond of him. They’ve had a number of classes together over the years and though sometimes Deacon thinks he’s probably on the side of a bit… energetic for Zaim’s tastes, he operates with the unspoken hope that he’ll continue to grow on Zaim.

Or, you know—he’ll settle for reluctant Hufflepuff tolerance, too. Beggars can’t be choosers.

Deacon smirks, nods. “Trouble is, never much know where I’m going, do I?” he quips, catching his breath and falling into stride with Zaim, (with a bit of difficulty, considering the height difference). “But yeah, call it September overzealousness, I guess. Where you off to?”

Zaim waited, smiling despite themselves at the breezy attitude that was always rolling off Deacon in waves. Cool like a musician was supposed to be, they figured. It all fit and really wasn’t as offputting as they’d expected during the first week or so at Hogwarts. “I was returning an errant crystal ball to the Divination Tower,” they informed their new companion, hefting the palm-sized orb in question to prove their point. “Don’t know how it ended up outside the Magical Theory classroom, but hopefully whoever’s been using it to unfog their inner eye will have the common sense to check in with Professor Plymouth.” Divination was probably valid, sure, but living so constantly with muggles meant that everyone was a little psychic on some level, so honing the Sight certainly didn’t sit high on Zaim’s list of priorities.

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deacon-rivers‌:

So it’s been… well, nearly three fucking years now, but apparently, he’s bloody never going to get used to these fucking robes.

He practically sprints back to his dorm after afternoon classes to rip off the billowy, thick layers and change into something more comfortable—skinny jeans tastefully ripped at the knees, slightly scuffed converse shoes, a band tee and one of his more casual bomber jackets.

Finally. Thank Godrick. He rolls his shoulders as he jogs down the steps into the common room, and even though he’d already spent…. a generous amount of time on his hair this morning, he pauses at another mirror to finesse before pushing out the common room door. Dave and Seamus can rag him about it all they like—he hasn’t changed yet, and likely never will.

He pivots for the door with a hasty, hurried energy, as he does most things, and just barely stops himself from barrelling into someone.

“Shite! Sorry, mate, sorry. Ya’ll right?”

Zaim wasn’t a particularly small person by any means-- people could easily see them coming from very far distances, which meant it always surprised them a little to have their personal space rushed even in Hogwarts castle. Their hand lifted reflexively, palm up, to halt the forward motion of whoever was exiting the Gryffindor common room. “S’alright, Rivers,” they allowed, recognizing the gryffindor’s face from a few shared classes, even out of uniform. “I’m fine, but you seem like you’re in a hurry. Everybody does this time of year.” Rushing made Zaim anxious on principle, so they never did it. “Maybe keep an eye on where you’re going, yea?”

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snakesanchez‌:

First day of his first year, and Alvaro already felt like he wasn’t going to fit in with Slytherin. Not because he didn’t think he fit the values of the house, but because he’d already messed up with a 3rd year. Well, it really was only an accident that he spilled some of the chocolate fondue on their pristine white socks, but it happened, and they were not happy. As soon as it happened, seeing as they were not calming down, the boy took a quick leave from the table, and ended up sitting on a bench, outside, with a student he did not know. But it wasn’t long until he spotted the angered third year follow out the door, forcing him to try to cover his face, turning his head to look at the other student on the bench. “Hey, sorry, can you pretend I’ve been here for… say, the past hour? I’ll explain later.”

Zaim liked to stay organized from the get-go, and as a result was neatly detailing their first two classes’ entire semester due dates into their planner when someone practically hovered over them. The desperation on the kid’s face was apparent and all to familiar to Zaim, and they couldn’t help but wonder who or what the slytherin had angered so early in the school year that they needed both an alibi and presumably, protection. “Yeah, sure,” they answered, gaze sliding to take in the answer to the unasked question, in the form of another slytherin appearing in the courtyard. Lifting their bag from the far end of the bench for the other to sit, Zaim continued in a familiar tone. “Have a seat and tell me your name, maybe elaborate on some of your war crimes, so I know I’m not defending a no-good, dirty Jelly Legs Jinxer.” Which was, thanks to experience, exactly the line where Zaim’s goodwill ended.

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stats

name: zaim elmakki pronouns: they/them, he/him age: twenty-six year: third blood status: half-blood (half-vampire) classes: defense against the dark arts, herbology, potions, transfiguration, history of magic, magical theory, gobbledegook, ancient studies clubs: book club, dueling club, herbology club positions: n/a

summary

Zaim is no stranger to strange things, even by magical standards. His family is one that collects what others call ‘strays’, which is to say that Zaim and his siblings are perceived in a less-than favorable light in the traditional magical worldview. Squibs, werewolves, half-vampires like himself, Zaim calls each of them family. Hailing from Sudan, Zaim has still got more stamps in his passport than most. Growing up surrounded by often rowdy siblings has left him unimpressed by blood, magic, and most good old-fashioned pranks. Zaim’s steady, if inscrutable demeanor combined with his deep compassion to lead him to the medical field. His magic was slow to bloom and Zaim had hoped that he could go to medical school uninterrupted. Instead he sought an education at Hogwarts like most of his siblings before him, hoping to become a Healer of magical and mundane folk alike, and disprove the stereotypes that might still be clinging to some of the more regressive magical folk’s first impression of a half-vampire.

— played by erica

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