Charity Burbage. 5th year Gryffindor. Just because you are soft, doesn't mean you're not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
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“Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me. And you’re right, we can’t lose anymore. We will never hear the end of it if Slytherin get even further ahead.” Sirius said and offered the girl a smile. He took one last puff of his cigarette before putting it out and flicked the rest out the open window. Not that his solitude was broken he felt a little rude just sitting here smoking when she wasn’t. “Where you headed?” He asked curiously. Not that it was any of his business, of course, but it was late at night. And the castle clearly wasn’t safe anymore. “
Charity let out a soft laugh, she knew very well the stakes of losing more points, mainly her friendly competition with Regulus, which was only intensified when they went head to head on the Quidditch field. “Oh yeah Slytherins do have quite the loud mouth” she said with a smile. She felt grateful when Sirius put out the smoke, she didn’t like the smell but was not about to ask him to put it away. “Kitchens” Charity said feeling the color creep on her face, here she was risking losing their house points because she was hungry, “I know I shouldn’t wander, but I’m a stress eater...” she said looking at the ground.
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People often told Charity that she was too much of an optimist, and she had always fought them about it, what good life was if you always were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But now she wasn’t so sure, summer had proven to be the worst time of her life, and while there was a light at the end of the tunnel when Voldemort fell, the recent attacks on Hogsmeade and her housemate scared Charity more than she was willing to admit. While she knew it was not a good idea to wander through the castle at night, Charity could not help but head to the kitchens, she was a stress eater and had totally ran out of snacks.
“One day I hope” she said with a smile at the voice, “and nope, a smoke won’t help... at all...” Charity didn’t recognize the voice right away but as they turned she offered a smile, “but don’t worry I’m won’t say anything if you don’t say anything, the last thing we need is to lose any house points” she said wiggling her eyebrows.
Sneaking out at night was a bad habit of Sirius’, he knew that. But that doesn’t stop him from wondering through the castle later than he should. He preferred it when it was quieter. It gave him time to think. And he could find a secluded corner to have a smoke beside an open window. And he was rather enjoying his time on his own. Until he heard footsteps that is.
“I hope you aren’t a Professor.” He said when they got close enough. If it was, well…he was in trouble anyway so nothing he could say would change that so why bother? “Don’t suppose offering you a smoke would help?” He asked before he finally turned to see who had stumbled into his path.
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The key to a good seeker was agility, or at least that’s what their new flying professor, who just happened to be a retired quidditch player kept telling them. So Charity started training her agility, it wasn’t just about being fast, but it was about reflexes as well. And she had both skills, now she just had to perfect them, she knew that in a couple of years she had a real shot at captain, with most of the team gone, it would most likely fall to her, but she didn’t want it to be a ‘well- we-guess-it-oughta-be-her’ sort of thing, she wanted to earn it, to make sure there was no doubt she deserved the position. And so she trained.
While a big chunk of the game revolved around waiting for that sparkle of the snitch fluttering it’s wings beaconing them to follow, once one of the seekers spotted it, the race was on. She had to build her endurance as well as her agility, so she had started to run, and sometimes she got distracted during her runs, it was easy to let her thoughts get the best of her. And just her luck she found herself colliding with someone, at least she hoped it was a someone, because the sheer strength of the impact had sent her flying, “oh my stars” Charity said gasping for air, she had been knocked out in matches before, but this, “just how fast were you going?” she said managing a laugh.
It was Edgars sixth year of people the Hufflepuff Keeper, his fourth of being the captain and the final of being the team at all. He was still having trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that it was his last year at Hogwarts when so much of his very being was wrapped up in the school, and what his classmates thought of him. He didn’t know what he was outside of the hallowed walls of Hogwarts, and he wasn’t completely sure that he wanted to find out. He had been distracting himself by completely devoted all his times his classwork and extracurriculars, especially Quidditch. If this was his last year he was going to make it count.
He had started running every morning, before anyone else was awake and he had the school to himself. He ran all around the grounds until his lungs burned and his legs ached. He liked having the school to himself, all the pressures seemed to melt away.
He didn’t know how long he had been running when he rounded a corner and smacked right into someone, sending them both flying. “Merlin, where did you come from?”
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“Awww” Charity said looking at the toad, “it’s so ugly I love it!” she squealed, “unfortunately it’s not mine” she scrunched up her nose, “I can help you find the owner if you want, I mean that bow totally means it belongs to someone, right?”
“This green fucker yours?” Dom held up the gnarliest toad he’d ever seen - it would not leave him alone, and based off the fucking stupid bow tie it was wearing, it was someone’s pet. Unless toads as a whole had suddenly gotten into fashion while he wasn’t paying attention.
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regculus;
he felt bad at times- because he would always put his problems on her shoulder and then it is not like he could ever hide them from her; she always knew- somehow, that something was wrong. and he never wants to think the way he cried in her arms when sirius left, but what had been worse was holding her into his arms after her parents died. he never wanted to see her sad again and he knew it must be hard for her so in little, small ways- regulus tried to help. because this was charity. and he would be damned if he didn’t make sure her smile shined as always.
he didn’t apologise for interrupting because as much as he loved her, he rarely interacted with any of her classmates-with anyone really; he tended to be quite and the fact that he even leans into her so casually in public says a lot about their relationship. he leans into her touch and the corner of his lips move into a slight smile for just a second as he kisses them. he shakes his head slightly as he moves his eyes towards the dessert then he closed them slightly as he responded. ‘ nah, i am not hungry. quidditch took all of me today.’
regulus was perhaps the one person who had gotten to see all of her, the good, the bad, and -specially during the past summer- the ugly. the moments where she raged and clamored for revenged, and he had stayed. regulus had seen past the smile she wore every day -most days for everyone else- and stayed. and she had seen the best of him, whatever people’s opinion was on him, there was a part that they were missing, a part she had gotten to see. and that was perhaps the reason they fit so well together, not because they completed each other -they were not broken- but because they complemented each other. together they were the best versions of each other.
many had told her she was too young to know what love was, but how could she not know, how could it not be love, when she immediately felt better, when her face lit up, when she felt free to be herself? “oh i’m thrilled quidditch season is upon us” she said continuing with her dessert, “i cannot wait to go up against you” she teased. “alright i’m done” she said nudging him lightly, “see yah at the tower” charity waved at her friends, “unless you want me to spend the night?” she whispered at regulus as they left the table.
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for a fraction of a second charity considered not coming back to school, the summer had not been kind for a lot of people, but for her, well it had been life altering. every morning she found it more and more difficult to keep her spirits up, she had always been care free and easy going, but a few weeks into the school year and she had already snapped twice, not that anyone would hold it against her, she was the girl with the dead parents after all. but every morning she also reminded herself of the person her parents had raised, of how if she let the pain and grief consume her, if she changed who she was, then the bad guys would win, and she was not the kind of person to give up easily.
charity was chatting away with her classmates when she felt regulus approach. felt, that was the key, she didn’t need to see or hear him, but immediately felt his presence. she smiled at the feeling of his head on her shoulder, and raised a hand to caress his face, sliding it to his hair, letting her fingers run through it. she nodded but felt that it wasn’t enough, there was something in his voice, so instead of asking if he was okay, not with people around them, she just slowly lifted his head, placed a kiss on the corner of his lips and returned them to their original position. “yes of course. i’m almost done with dessert,” she saying knowing he wouldn’t want her to rush, “what about you, have you had supper yet?”
regulus was still a little bit on edge ever since he had met sirius in that stupid hogsmeade trip; so he kept a somehow low profile for a while- not that he ever did anything but. despite, at dinner that day; he had to seat at the gryffindor table right by charity when he spotted her. he didn’t say anything at first, just taking a seat by her and leaning his head on her shoulder with a sigh.
he had done it before- sat there without caring whatever was said; he would throw a frowned look towards someone, even older than him, and they’d scatter away. this should have been a signal for sirius that houses didn’t matter to him. ‘ after you’re done, can we take a walk or seat somewhere quietly, maybe in an empty class?’ he mumbles then.
/ @misscharityburbage
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hey, isn’t that {CHARITY BURBAGE}? {SHE} is a {5TH YEAR + GRYFFINDOR} and I’ve heard that they are {BRAVE AND RESOURCEFUL} but can also be {STUBBORN AND ARGUMENTATIVE}. there’s also rumours that they are part of the { NEUTRAL/ORDER LEANING }, and maybe that’s because they are {PUREBLOOD}? but who knows if that is true. they also look really similar to {ALIA BHATT}, but I don’t see it myself.
Name: Charity Burbage
Nickname: Chari
Birthday: june 28th
Age: 15
Sexuality: demisexual
Relationship Status: in a relationship with Regulus Black
Patronous: granian
Boggart: death eaters
Wand Type: aspen and unicorn hair, 9 1/2, swishy
Aesthetic:
Clubs: slug club, potions, charms, chess
Quidditch: tba
Allegiance: neutral/order leaning
key points:
Charity grew up as an only child. Her parents both members of respectable pureblood families dedicated their lives to the protection of muggles and the defense of muggleborns.
If not for her mother belonging to one of England’s oldest pureblood families they would’ve been named blood traitors.
Charity grew up surrounded by people who would rather advocate for pureblood supremacy and the protection of magic, it was these interactions rather than the influence of her parents that made charity want to follow in her parents footsteps.
Starting school proved that she was not alone with the feelings that consumed her, but rather that there were like minded people who also wanted to fight for the protection of muggles.
She forged friendship with half-bloods and muggleborns, taking a special interest in learning all about muggle culture. And sharing her experience of the year her family lived like muggles when she was six years old.
What charity didn’t count on was that the war would change her life forever. Voldemort followers murdered her parents, leaving a message for all others who would follow their example, they would not tolerate the betrayal from their own kind, blood traitors were to be eradicated.
Charity was placed under the care of the Lestranges until she graduates from school and Burbage state passes to her. She has been forbidden from continuing her parents work, even if the end of the war favors their view.
Charity was raised in forgiveness and giving second chances, but a part of her isn’t sure what she’ll do if she finds out who was responsible for her parents death.
wanted connections:
coming soon
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