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roxannc‌:

where: diagon alley when: january 5th, 2024 who: @ofseers

                   “Behind you!”

Roxanne locked eyes with Andre for a moment before swirling around, wand at the ready, the first hex that came to her mind leaving her mouth and nearly hitting their assailant. Her heart was in her ears, in her toes, in the tips of her fingers when she missed. Roxanne watched a curse fly her way and she dodged, but only just, and shot a disarming charm back with a loud, “Expelliarmus!” The Death Eater’s wand flew away and Roxanne didn’t try to catch it ( not because of a lack of skill, mind you ), in stead yanking at Andre’s shirt and making a run for it. It felt cowardly, but there was so much happening at once that it felt like the best option at the same time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Andre.” Her words were chaotic and messy and Roxanne hated the fear curling in her stomach, hated how she felt so incredibly unprepared for all this. “Thank you. Want to … I don’t know, have each other’s back? Four eyes see more than — FUCK.” She dropped to the ground, hand still yanking at Andre, a burst of light flying over their heads. “I hate them, I fucking hate them so much.”

Andre had a million spells on the tip of his tongue, but a different death eater distracted him and he startled again when she grabbed his shirt. Running with her was better than the alternative of a ripped shirt, so that’s what he did even as the room begin to spin slightly. Eyes widened at the swearing, lips parting to ask if she was alright before he let out a sigh. “It’s no problem,” is followed by a mumbled spell sent towards a nearing masked figure. Hitting the ground, he groaned, back leaning up against hers as he tried to block off spells with quickly cast shields but coming up just short. He grabbed her shoulders dragging her just out of the line of a stunner as it whizzed by them. “We need to be somewhere we can throw stuff at them,” he started looking frantically around for something anything to throw. “The apothacary is right there, if we turn this into a fair fight with some ingredients - we might stand half a chance.” Another spell whizzed by them and he started casting spells again to try and fight off the angry death eaters.

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storyofwoes‌:

where: astronomy tower when: february 18, 2022 who: ofseers​ & storyofwoes​ 

The moment that the dazed look and dreamy lilt entered his words, no matter how briefly, a spark of excitement lit within the young witch knowing that her gamble would be worth it in the end. Andre may be reluctant - he was a half-blood after all, and having a some form of mortal parentage seemed to always come with pesky things like morals and thoughts of the effervescent ‘greater good.’ (barf) - but his gift didn’t seem to be having any qualms in that area.

“I’m a Nott. Our word is our bond,” she said, repeating words that she had heard her grandparents say countless times throughout her life. “And if that’s not enough for you…” with her confident grin once again in its rightful place on her painted lips, crossed on arm over her middle while extending the time turner out for his view with the other. “I am sure that you are well aware of what having one of these would mean for me if anyone found out, especially one of the Wonder Brats,” she said, ever-so-fondly referring to the Potter brood, “If I don’t hold up my end of the bargain, all you would have to do is turn me in. I want to see my father more than anything in the world, but not as his cellmate.”

She closed her fist around the time turner once more, the small bit of magic coursing through the precious metal feeling warm and tingly in her hand. “I just want him back, Andre, just like you want your mum. It isn’t right for children to be left alone like this, not when the world is going to hell,” she said, her previously sunshiny demeanor melting into one of shadows and remorse, her voice cracking as if fighting against a sudden onslaught of emotion. “Agree to help me, we’ll take a vow, and I’ll show you everything.” Well, everything you need to know, she thought.

His power is inconvenient - interrupting when it feels like it rather than when he would necessarily want it. But at least it was quick this time, allowing him to go back to the issue at hand: would he help her or not. “Bonds need nothing if they aren’t cemented by potential for loss,” he frowns, not trusting anyone that leans on their name for trust. Aunt Sybil had told stories of the fake fortunes she used to utter - how she relied on their family’s history to make her name and then besmirched it when people weren’t pleased enough.

But the threat of being able to put her away if she doesn’t follow through? That’s good enough, at least for the time being. “I don’t doubt it,” he answers, understanding the aching desire one feels when a parent is missing. His empathy gets to him; perhaps his weakness is that he feels too much and wants to lessen others pain even if he knows what he is doing isn’t necessarily in line with his general sense of morality. “I’ll help you, but it will take time.”

It’s obvious by the tone of his voice that he’s offering her a chance to back out - there are others with his talent if harder to find. “And I won’t rush it,” he says as he thinks that he also won’t be putting aside what he wants to do in order to help her.

Meet me in the astronomy tower at 6pm tonight.   – J.Nott

[ofseers]

where: defense section of the library when: december 5, 2023 ( flashback ) who: @violentlongiings​​ & @ofseers

“bulstrode!” he called out as he entered the library, quickly catching up with her. “you know, the fates whisper to me that you’re at a crossroads still. a choice will need to be made, eventually and the different paths have very different results. a sickle for your thoughts?”

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storyofwoes‌

where: astronomy tower when: february 18, 2022 who: ofseers​ & storyofwoes​ 

“Well, obviously you can’t control everything that you see,” she said with the roll of her eyes, “but we both know that Seers can add a little extra focus every now and then when they want to. And with what I’m offering, I think that you’re going to want to.” She paused, giving him a moment to look over the parchment that she had placed into his hands, stepping away momentarily to look out over the railing of the tower for her gaze to fall on the grounds below.

With deft fingers, she fished the golden chain from its usual hiding spot beneath her blouse and, with her back to him, she traced the intricate but crudely etched designs of the time turner. Never had she shown another her most prized possession, a mixture of terror that it might be taken away from her and greed that another would know of the secret that her father left behind spurring her silence all of these years. “I need your help finishing my work. My father’s work. I’ve found myself at the center of too many possible routes and, without your help, it could take me years to finish.” Juliette licked her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling parched. Not even Maddison, a girl that she considered almost like family, knew of its existence. After taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she turned to face Andre once more. “If I can’t bring your mother into this, then how am I supposed to offer you the chance to see her again?”

“At a cost that you clearly don’t understand,” he remarked, finger grazing over the parchment as he examined it. A sigh escaped his lips, dramatically expressing his annoyance with her statements without actually saying it. “We’ll see about that, as we always do.” He enjoyed making puns about seeing and even his slowly mounting irritation wouldn’t stop him from pursuing a bad joke. 

He continued to examine the paper, eyes reading the words but brain refusing to process them as he stood entirely too still for a moment. And then his attention flicked back to Juliette, eyes narrowing as she spoke. “I won’t be able to help you unless I understand the choices, the crossroads. A crossroad lays ahead, the paths are many; which ones shall you lay to bed?” His voice channeled the ancient voices as eyes glazed over and he swayed slightly on the spot. And as quickly as it started it was over, he was thrown back into the moment and ran with it.  “And I’ll need a way to know you’ll keep your word.”

Meet me in the astronomy tower at 6pm tonight.   – J.Nott

[ofseers]

1, 38, 39

1. Has your muse ever had to deal with a significant loss? And if so, how did they cope with the grief of that? (Loss does not necessarily have to mean death here.)

Andre lost his mother - and that’s actually not the loss we’re going to talk about, but the lost of stability that followed. His mother had been the glue in the Trelawney family, helping his siblings and father relate with the sometime odd behaviors / beliefs that Sybill and Andre bonded over. And when the glue disappears? Everything falls apart, just like the Trelawney family did after her death.

With his father throwing himself into his work and Andre’s siblings going to visit relatives on her side of the family; Andre was left alone with Sybill who had never necessarily been the best role model and wasn’t coping with the grief of losing his mother well ( the two women had been close; with Rowan ( Andre’s mother ) being the one to suggest that the older woman move into their home after she left her position at Hogwarts ). And so the two, left to their own devices and a crippling fear of further loss began a downward spiral together. After ten years of being sober, Sybill began to drink again, heavily, with Andre frequently joining her.

In the time since, his coping skills have only improved slightly as his father has begun to move on and pick up the pieces of the family that have been left behind. And being at Hogwarts makes it easier to forget what happened - though he still finds himself less than sober fairly often.

38. If your muse had access to a time turner, what would they do with it?

Andre likes to tell himself that he would do something selfless with it - like warn people of the upcoming attacks by the death eaters or perhaps stop Voldemort from ever coming to be. But he isn’t a selfless person in general, and he knows that in truth he would use it to save his mother, and not to give her back to his family. He wants her back - wants back the stability that she provided, the comforting hugs after a vision, the soothing words of advice that can only really come from someone who doesn’t quite believe that it’s real. She always had a way of convincing him to dismiss the fears that visions only enhanced, and he wants that back.

39. What would your muse change about their lives or themselves if given the opportunity? Why?

If Andre could change anything about his life or himself, he would choose to change certain aspects of his personality - which is kind of the biggest part of him if you ask him and thus the thing that he tends to focus on flaws wise. He knows that he can be flighty, jumping from task to task, never quite able to focus on one thing for too long without growing bored. It’s something that he dislikes about himself, because he does have goals / dreams that he wants to see through but often finds himself unable to do so.

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storyofwoes‌:

where: astronomy tower when: february 18, 2022 who: @ofseers

Juliette leaned back in the settee as Andre finally made his appearance (late, she noted mentally with a bit of annoyance that she did her best to hide from her face) and allowed herself a moment to calm the thoughts that had previously been scrolling through her mind like the credits at the end of a film. “Glad I could capture your attention,” she said with a carefully orchestrated smirk as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “How do you feel about a bit of a challenge? An experiment, really. It’s someting that I’ve been working on for years, but have recently come to a dead end of sorts, and who better to show me the way than a Seer, right?” She quirked a brow at him as her eyes roamed him once more, taking in the ‘I’ve been studying all day and need a nap’ look that he seemed to have going on. “I’d be more than happy to compensate you for your time, of course.”

As she spoke, her fingers delicately spread open the pages of the journal in her lap - an old advanced potions textbook that had long ago been overrun with scribbles in Theo Nott’s messy scribble and her own, much neater, cursive - before extracting her latest attempt at solving the equation. Alchemy, potions, and arithmancy all mixed together in a colorful, half-hazardous but beautifully intricate recipe. Standing, she held the piece of parchment out for his examination, her now empty hands instantly seeking out the old, tattered Time Turner that hung around her neck. “I have good reason to believe you might be interested in helping me see my work through. I’ve been told that I’m not the only one with mommy issues to sort out.”

Andre wondered briefly if the Slytherins got secret lessons about how to smirk; given that most of them or at least the girls had it down to a science. Before he got too far down that particular rabbit hole, he pulled himself out and tried to focus on what she was saying. “You realize we don’t control what we see, right?” Actually, that wasn’t entirely true - there were methods that would allow him to find answers to most questions but they were exhausting and often dangerous. Feeling like he was suddenly under a microscope, he dragged a hand through his messy hair as if that would help and not make it help; a choice he immediately regretted. “Compensation?” Now that was interesting idea; having some money could potentially mean a new crystal ball or at least some chocolate.

That journal was also intriguing; not quite a journal but a faded textbook with a mixture of handwriting that he couldn’t quite read from where he was standing. It was a disaster, and if Andre was being entirely honest he was drawn to disaster like moth to a flame. Accepting the parchment, his eyes blurred over as the writing seemed to glow for a second; blink and it’s over as they say. “Don’t bring my mother into this,” he snapped, angry at the idea of a pureblood even mentioning his muggle mother - especially one that was at least to some degree associated with the other side.

Meet me in the astronomy tower at 6pm tonight.   – J.Nott

[ofseers]

   I am 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 as I 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞,          Forgetting lies and pain…

                       But I 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 go back.                 The ashes 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

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storyofwoes‌:

where: astronomy tower when: february 18, 2022 who: @ofseers

Juliette’s teeth raked across her plump lower lip as she allowed her eyes to roam over the hurriedly scripted words on the heavy piece of parchment that now rested between her criss-crossed legs where she sat in the exact center of her bed, a plethora of conflicting arguments taking place inside of her head before she finally closed her eyes and took a deep breath, shutting out the noise of her brain long enough for her to raise her wand with a delicate flick of her wrist and murmur of words, a thin whisper of light snaking from the tip of her wand until a dark swan flapped before her. The patronous’ vacant eyes blinked at her expectantly before falling on the parchment in her lap, absorbing the message, and disappearing in a cloud of dispersing dust particles dancing in the dim lighting. 

With the messenger on its way, she allowed herself to relax a bit more, her shoulders loosening as she reached up to comb her fingers through her dark hair, freeing her waves from their elastic prison. She had been sitting on the invitation for days now, mulling over the information she would have to share with this person - this stranger - if she hoped to acquire his… services. Without him, it could take her decades to decipher everything and get her turner working precisely enough to achieve her task, and with the tensions around the wizarding world growing thicker every day, she doubted very much that time was in her favor. As her dark chestnut eyes scanned the materials before her - potions and alchemy textbooks filled with both her father’s notes and her own and stacks of muggle compiled tomes on the theorized maths of the multiverse, Juliette couldn’t help but feel a pang of helplessness echoing in her chest. Even if she were able to convince Andre to loan her his talents of the precognition persuasion, she still found herself at a crossroads in her research that left her with too many options to even consider. 

‘How did you do it?’ she silently implored the ever present mental image of her father, forever young and brilliant in her minds eye as she rose from her bed, quickly gathering her notes and shoving them into her satchel and heading out of the door in the direction of the Astronomy tower, her slender fingers wrapping around the thin golden bobble hidden just beneath her robes, as the first tolls of the clock striking 6:00 began to vibrate within the walls. 

By the time the world resumed its normal pace and the clock continued its monotonous droll, Juliette was seated prettily on an overstuffed settee, the piece of furniture so out of place amidst sporadically placed equipment in the otherwise sparsely decorated tower. With one of her many notebooks in her lap, the young witch ran over the words she had masterfully delivered a million times over in her head as she awaited Andre’s arrival. 

Andre sat in the library, tucked away in the back portion away from prying eyes. A quill scratched at parchment as he worked on a charms essay - handwriting messy as ever, he knew that he would have to rewrite the essay with a focus on keeping it legible. It was then that the patronus approached already speaking by the time that he acknowledged it; the message bringing endless question with little hope for answers unless he showed up to the Astronomy Tower.

 His mind raced as he began to put away his things; what could Juliette Nott possibly want with him? They hadn’t interacted much before, not that he could remember anyways. He shrugged it off as he started on his way, pausing to return the books that he had taken and to bid the librarian farewell. The hallways were mostly empty and he used the time to consider why she might be asking to see him; there was a distant pit of worry that perhaps this was some sort of weird set-up but ultimately he brushed it off. 

By the time that he got to the Atronomy it was five minutes past; Andre simply wasn’t about to run across the castle to meet someone whose intentions he didn’t know. “You asked me to meet you here, and didn’t give me a reason,” he started as soon as he spotted her. “I find myself intrigued, nonetheless.”

Meet me in the astronomy tower at 6pm tonight.   – J.Nott

[ofseers]

8, 27, 32, 43, and 49.

8. Is your muse capable of casting a corporeal Patronus? And if so, what form does it take and what memories does your muse use to cast it?

Yes, though he struggles with it at times. It takes the form of a bird, in particular a Swift which rapidly flies around. Andre focuses on the memory of Leander’s smile still somehow directed at him even after he dissolved the others’ foot - the flood of relief and joy when he realized that he had made a real friend.

27. Upon dying, would your muse choose to become a ghost, or would they decide to pass on?

Andre would undoubtedly pass on; as much as he wants to see the future, he would never want to see it as a ghost, stuck unable to properly interact with everything that was happening.

32. Would your muse ever consider making a horcrux? Alternatively, do you think they’d be capable of destroying a horcrux?

Andre would never even give it more than a passing thought - he isn’t capable of murder and he certainly doesn’t want to imagine his soul tearing. As for destroying one, I think it would have to be a matter of life or death - because again that is someone’s soul so in a way you’re killing a part of them.

43. If your character could be any magical creature, what magical creature would they choose?

Andre would choose to be a centaur - wise beyond imagination, understanding things that wizards could only ever hope to. Not to mention their rock solid abs.

49. already answered.

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19, 20, 21

Does your muse use social media? And if so, what platforms are they on, and what do they enjoy posting about? Is their account public or private?

He enjoys it, but he tends to lurk more than actually post. He’s on Instagram and TikTok ( he has literally never posted on TikTok though ) along with Twitter. His instagram is a blend of selfies, blurry shots of random things and crystal ball pictures, while his twitter is mostly troll posts about conspiracy theories. Both accounts are public - he’s uber careful to never mention magic.

Are there any public figures or historical figures that your muse looks up to? Why?

Yes. Andre admires Nostradamus, believing him to be a real seer who saw millennia into the future - an impressive feat. If nothing else, he respects him for being able to speak his truth in a time that it would be hard to do so.

Does your muse have any vices? And if so, are they open about them, or do they try to keep it hidden?

Yes - he does his best to keep them hidden but they’re still relatively easy to notice. He drinks too much and cares far too little about stability.

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45-50

45. What is your muse’s favorite myth or fairytale?

Andre was raised hearing a blend of wizarding fairytales mixed with those written by muggles - learning all of the lessons from them that his parents took the care to impart. His favourite by far however is a wizarding tale - The Fountain of Fair Fortune. Although, The Snow Queen does also hold a place in his heart as a close second.

46. What is your muse’s favorite song?

Atlas: Joy by Sleeping at Last - he likes most of Sleeping at Last’s music because he appreciates the meaning behind them and the fact that so many of them are heavily piano-based. 

47. What is your muse’s favorite movie?

The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe by a long shot - he loves the Narnia movies but this is the first one he ever saw and he is still attached to it.

48. What is your muse’s favorite tv show?

There are few things that he’ll rewatch as far as TV shows go - especially things that ran for longer than a few seasons, because he hates knowing where the character will end up and watching where they began. That said; he loves cooking shows because they are somewhat unpredictable and his favourite is probably Cutthroat Kitchen.

What is your muse’s favorite book?

The Dream Interpretation Dictionary: Symbols, Signs, and Meanings by JM DeBord - his copy is yellowed from age but well-kept nonetheless. It was a gift from his mother when he started to have the dreams that eventually became visions and it’s one of his greatest treasures.

Who is your muse’s favorite fictional character?

Edmund Pevensie - the line ‘it’s not like there isn’t air inside’ still gets him to crack up laughing just because of the sass. It’s a level of attitude that he admires.

[ofseers]

Hi, everyone! It’s Admin Sarah. As I mentioned in the chat, I decided to put together an ask meme designed purely for this roleplay! You’re not required to participate at all, but I thought it would be a fun, relaxed way for us to explore all of our characters. Please feel free to reblog this (and any other ask memes) if you’d like to join in! We don’t have designated meme-specific days – you can reblog ask memes whenever you’d like, and completed memes do count as activity. I’m just tagging this with #iidytask so it gets seen, but of course, there is no time table on completing these memes. Do whichever ask memes you’d like on your own schedule! If this ask meme goes over well, I’d definitely be willing to make more! (And if members have any suggestions or would like to make one of their own, please let me know!)

Send me numbers to find out more about my character! If I have a multi-muse blog, feel free to specify the character if you have a specific one in mind.

Has your muse ever had to deal with a significant loss? And if so, how did they cope with the grief of that? (Loss does not necessarily have to mean death here.)

What do you think it would take for your muse to reach their absolute breaking point?

Would your muse ever consider changing their stance about the war or switching sides? If so, what would push them to do so?

What was your muse doing when they heard about the three deaths, and how did they react to the news? Did they attend any of the funerals or memorials?

Does your muse believe in the existence of the Deathly Hallows? Which Deathly Hallow would appeal to your muse the most and why?

What are your muse’s thoughts on the Dark Arts? Would they ever use such magic themselves for whatever reason, or have they already done so in the past?

What memories would your muse be shown if they were in the presence of a Dementor, and what physical reaction would they have?

Is your muse capable of casting a corporeal Patronus? And if so, what form does it take and what memories does your muse use to cast it?

What would your muse see if they gazed into the Mirror of Erised?

What is your muse’s Boggart? Would your muse be able to successfully cast Riddikulus in the presence of one? If so, what would the Boggart turn into?

What scents would your muse smell if they took a whiff of Amortentia and why?

What is your muse’s wand?

What outcome would your character like to see for the war? And what would they like to do once it’s finally over?

What does your muse think of resurrection? Do they believe it could be possible? And would they be willing to do it?

What is the worst thing your muse has ever done? What pushed them to do this?

Who is the most important person in your muse’s life and why?

Who is your muse’s worst enemy and why?

What is your muse’s most prized possession and why?

Does your muse use social media? And if so, what platforms are they on, and what do they enjoy posting about? Is their account public or private?

Are there any public figures or historical figures that your muse looks up to? Why?

Does your muse have any vices? And if so, are they open about them, or do they try to keep it hidden?

Does your muse have any skeletons in their closets?

What are your muse’s guilty pleasures?

What are your muse’s bad habits?

What is your muse’s biggest regret and why?

What would your muse do if they found out they only had one day left to live?

Upon dying, would your muse choose to become a ghost, or would they decide to pass on?

How does your muse like to dress?

If your muse was a muggle, what would your character’s life be like?

What would your muse do in the event of a zombie apocalypse? What would be their chances of survival?

What would your muse be doing right now if the war had never happened? How would their life be different?

Would your muse ever consider making a horcrux? Alternatively, do you think they’d be capable of destroying a horcrux?

Would your muse be capable of using any of the Unforgivable Curses? And would they ever do so or have they ever done so in the past?

What were your muse’s O.W.L. scores? (Or if they did not attend Hogwarts, what were their test results on an equivalent exam?)

What is your muse’s favorite subject, and does this differ from their best subject? Alternatively, what is your muse’s least favorite subject, and does this differ from their worst subject?

If your muse was given the choice of what house they would be sorted into, what house would they have chose?

Would your muse ever consider running away from everything if given the means and opportunity? Why or why not?

If your muse had access to a time turner, what would they do with it?

What would your muse change about their lives or themselves if given the opportunity? Why?

How do you picture your muse’s relationship with their parents? What is their home life like?

Out of the seven deadly sins, which does your muse embody the most? What about the seven heavenly virtues?

What are your character’s religious beliefs? Have they ever experienced a loss of faith or a revival in faith? What prompted this?

If your character could be any magical creature, what magical creature would they choose?

If your character could have any power in the world, what power would they choose?

What is your muse’s favorite myth or fairytale?

What is your muse’s favorite song?

What is your muse’s favorite movie?

What is your muse’s favorite tv show?

What is your muse’s favorite book?

Who is your muse’s favorite fictional character?

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❝ and maybe one day i’ll get around to fixing myself too ❞ 

ELLIOT FLETCHER? No, that’s actually ANDRE TRELAWNEY. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this RAVENCLAW student is sided with MCGONAGALL’S ARMY. HE identifies as TRANSMASCULINE and is a HALF-BLOOD who is known to be SCATTER-BRAINED, SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, and IMPULSIVE but also PRACTICAL, ADAPTIVE, and CREATIVE. { DREW, TWENTY-ONE, EST, HE / HIM }

at a glance:

at first judgement it would be easy to take andre at face value - to equate him to his name and associate him with his great-aunt who despite retiring over a decade ago still has a strong reputation in the wizarding world as being a little odd - or to take his scatter-brained habits as meaning that he doesn’t care.

it’d also be easy to see a reckless fool - the kind that only cares about the parties, the fun, the knowledge for the sake of knowledge without knowing how to use it.

beneath the surface:

if you get to know andre, you’ll find a scatter-brained boy who is trying his hardest to prepare for every possibility. you’ll find someone who is slowly self-destructing without even realizing it; who deeply loves their family but is cracking under the weight of the expectations that comes with the name they bare.

you’ll find someone who knows how to adapt; see someone who makes the most of anyone situation that he finds himself in and if it doesn’t work tries to pick up the pieces and use them again. and if he can’t? he’ll move on - that’s what he does. what looks like flightiness to others is what he sees as reasonableness ( although sometimes he is just flighty ).

history: ( tw: parental death, alcohol / drug mention, dysphoria mention, slight misgendering { just a mention } )

andre grew up mostly away from the wizarding world even though he knew of it’s existence because his father treated it’s existence as a minor thing. magic didn’t fill the trelawney home in the same way that it did many others, even after sybill trelawney came to help out with the children ( and to escape the pressure of being a professor at hogwarts ) it remained a house full of love and stories of the importance of choice.

he in particular out of all of his siblings found himself growing close to the aging seer, listening to her lessons with rapt attention that surprised his parents who were used to a child who struggled to focus on one thing for long. and sybill taught him about life - about war and peace, about truth and lies - about the balance and the consequences of both action and inaction. and when it his powers began to surface at a young age, she taught him how to embrace being himself - powers and all. 

that was helpful to andre, more than he could have realized at the time. he never had a name for the way he felt - the twinge of wrongness when a family member addressed him by his name, the sourness that set in when his mom held him close and called him ‘baby girl’. but once he did, he put it there proudly and dared his family to argue - dared them to question what he knew to be true. they didn’t however instead choosing to believe him and making sure that everything he needed to feel comfortable was put in place.

by the time that he got to hogwarts, he was firm in his identity - firm in the knowledge of who he was. enough so that people’s opinions of him or his behaviour didn’t much bother him though the weight of a legacy did start to weigh on him. it was inescapable, especially when it was one that he was extremely proud of ( he would never doubt that his family was something to be proud of - even when others questioned how he could be proud of an aunt that spent years smelling of sherry and uttering false predictions )

the only thing that ever made him question his beliefs was the day that his mother passed away, poisoned by innocent looking berries. the same day that his father withdrew, clearly heartbroken and unsure of what to do, when he decided to throw himself into his work in the ministry. the same day that his aunt had her first drink in twelve years and the same day that he had his first ever.

it was the beginning of experimentation for andre who had always followed the rules - and the beginning of a downward cycle that only paused for a slight moment following the deaths on all hallow’s eve. it’s changed courses perhaps, andre throwing himself in trying to restrain the war, to keep it from causing too much damage, trying to help however he can; until he reaches the brink of exhaustion. but his partying isn’t entirely over, either.