#Albus Dumbledore rp

[for-the-greater-good-1899]

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞→𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑾𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝐃.𝐎.𝐁→𝑨𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝟏𝟖𝟖𝟏

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬)→

-𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒚-𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒓 (𝒃𝒚 𝑶𝒍𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒆)

-𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 (𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔)

-𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 (𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔)

-𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 (𝑩𝒚 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆)

-𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍 (𝑩𝒚 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚)

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞→𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞→𝑮𝒓𝒚𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭→𝟓' 𝟏𝟏"

𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭→𝟏𝟔𝟖 𝒍𝒃𝒔.

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲→𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲→ 𝑮𝒂𝒚

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 → 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏; 𝒘𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬→

-𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓

-𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

-𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓

-𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒘𝒖𝒎𝒑

-𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒕

-𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚

-𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕

-𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓

-𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲→

-𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓)

-𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 (𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓)

-𝑨𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 (𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓)

-𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 (𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓)

-𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 (𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆)

-𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 (𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕)

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬→

-𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆/𝑮𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒅

[fantastic-wizards]

open: to fantastic beast era muses, hp characters muse: albus dumbledore, post fb III other: m if romantic, beta editor only

but the feeling we once had starts to fade beneath the bad and it’s everything, it’s everything and i’m losing you yeah, i’m losing you and i’m almost at the point of giving it up…             [ Aquilo “Losing You” ]

Albus  was  rather  glad  there  was  a  mask  covering  his  features.  If  not,  the  song  blaring  in  the  building  adorned  with  aesthetics  befitting  the  event might  have  made  him  shed  a  tear.  It  wasn’t  like  him  to  be  this  sentimental  —  and  in  public  no  less!  —  but  blue  eyes  could  belong  to  anyone  beneath  the  gorgeous  Venetian  mask  crafted  specially  for  him.  It  hid  all  telling  features  save  for  the  eyes  while  a  clean  shave  made  him  look  about  ten  years  younger.  The  gold,  half  mask  was  adorned  with  a  few  gold  and  black  features.  A  hint  of  red  could  be  found  within  the  mask  in  certain  lights,  an  allusion  to  the  house  he  once  belonged  to  at  Hogwarts.   Music  was  playing  in  the  background  by  a  live  orchestra.  These  political  parties  were  not  exactly  Albus’  thing  but  then,  after  Bhutan,  it  was  important  to  show  his  face  to  a  select  few.  For  now,  he  was  merely  mixing  and  mingling  anonymously,  dancing  with  whoever  stole  him  for  a  song  while  he  waited  to  meet  up  with  some  of  his  dearest  friends.

[casdeanwin]

(Private Harry/Albus RP between myself and @regretismyconstantcompanion - you are welcome to read along, but if you have comments, please add them in the tags. 🙂)

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Was this the moment his former Headmaster had foretold? It had happened within the blink of an eye. For the first moment, Harry had been enshrouded with the uproar of a hundred voices all cheering as the body of Tom Riddle collapsed to the floor, finally defeated. In the next, there was a sudden deafening silence, as though a charm had been placed upon the crowd. However, as Harry turned on the spot, he found himself very much alone.

There was something very disconcerting about the Great Hall being vacant of people. Even within the whispers of an early morning, students could be found speaking softly at the tables within, helping themselves to goblets of pumpkin juice and a slice of toast, as they prepared for the day of learning ahead.

Those tables which had been upturned in the battle, were now upright once more, yet void of placemats. Harry walked along between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, skimming his fingers along the wood. This room had not yet seen the perils of war, had not known the horror of its students being murdered within.

Truth be told, it was a fact Harry himself struggled to comphrend, as he thought of the past few hours he had endured with his friends. But that had all disappeared, and now he was left with a facade of what was to come. In a time where his memories could be seen as prophecy.

[forgeweasley1]

so does anyone here know how to deal with those things which cry all the time for attention and poops and piss in their pants and then wants excessive milk? yeah those species? how to deal with those?

[daphhatesyou]

~ daphne greengrass. don’t waste my time.

@thatgirlastoria - my sister <33 and best friend in the entire world

@forgeweasley1 - I do not like him… i love him

@prettylike-pansies - just as mean as they say, but iconic. my best friend ever

@dracomalfoy0506 - 100% a ferret. whiny. don’t hurt my sister.

@momdildoantlover - the dark lord. what is that user…

@voldyslovergirl - friends with my mum or something

@levoisagranger - does she ever shut up?

@the-cursed-0ne - the scar? really? so extra

@thewelseyking - the ginger sidekick

@thegirlweasleyxx - the ginger dating scar face

@gredweasley1 - another ginger. it’s endless.

@the-only-sensible-weasley - this ginger thing is getting a little ridiculous now

@lunalvegood - the loony blonde chick

@neville-likes-plants - gryffindor tree hugger

@thereal-albusdumbledore - didn’t expel me. appreciated.

@moony-musings - werewolf professor who gave me an A … once

@tomswifethatdidnttrickhim - concerning my obsessed with a man without a nose

[lilithofpenandbook]

I've already made a post about Snape accidentally calling McGonagall Mum, but you know what?

Let him do it on purpose.

Not in the heavily sarcastic You're-Nagging-Me "Muuuuum" way.

In the completely deliberate but also very natural term of address 'mum'.

The way he calls Dumbledore 'Headmaster', he also calls McGonagall 'mum', because he genuinely can't physically call them by their first names. They're just so much older than he is, and they're the heads of the school, and they just deserve more respect.

So during conversation, Snape will eventually at some point call McGonagall 'mum'. When she calls him, he answers with 'Yes, mum?', and when he needs her attention, he will call 'Mum'. Some students swear he's just saying 'Ma'am' and it just sounds like Mum by now, but it's not. It's never been 'Ma'am', really. Just mum. His mum.

[prettylike-pansies]

come hang, promise i’m not as mean as they say. mostly

—x—x—x—

~ friends, foes, and favorites ~

@levoisagranger - the smart one

@dracomalfoy0506 - ferret

@thatgirlastoria - my forever ride or die <3

@daphhatesyou - fashion role model and my gossip partner for life

@momdildoantlover - riddle me this…why are you here?

@lunalvegood - might be the only sane one here

@the-cursed-0ne - the one and only.

@thewesleyking - chosen one’s bestie ig

@thegirlweasleyxx - favorite ginger

@forgeweasley1 - george…possibly

@gredweasley1 - maybe fred

@the-only-sensible-weasley - another weasley, Mr. Perfect

@voldyslovergirl - bellatrix. how…lovely.

@thereal-albusdumbledore - professor, what are you doing here loca?

@moony-musings - professor lupin, favorite professor but don’t tell snape.

—x—x—x—

my main is @silvertongues-emeraldlies, im only here to have fun so forgive me if I don’t portray Pansy the way you think i should. i do not support JKR. No NSFW. DNI if you're zionist, transphobic, homophobic, racist, sexist, a nazi, xenophobic, or otherwise

come say hi or whatever, im glad you’re here. :)

love, cris and pansy <3

[levoisagranger]

~the insufferable squad~

@thewesleyking my fav redhead and the loml

@the-cursed-0ne my pookie bestie

@thegirlweasleyxx girl queen pussy boss

@lunalvegood looney loopey

@forgeweasley1 fred or george

@gredweasley1 fred or george

@the-only-sensible-weasley the one who forgot me

@thereal-albusdumbledore what you doing here headmaster?

@moony-musings professor i have your wolfsbane

@daphhatesyou some slythery little serpent george fancies

@prettylike-pansies the better slytherin

@thatgirlastoria the better malfoy

@dracomalfoy0506 shouldn't you be in azkaban?

@momdildoantlover grow your hair nose and toenails

@voldyslovergirl go brush your hair and teeth

//ooc the rest of the characters are open, anyone is free to join as they wish!!

mainblog: @merlinsleftit

[thereal-albusdumbledore]

Do you feel bonita, @the-cursed-0ne ??

[notemeraldarcher]

. 　　　　　　　　　dear mr. potter, we are pleased 　　　　　　　　　to accept you at hogwarts school 　　　　　　　　　of witchcraft and wizardry. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　TAG ME

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[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus was walking down the Rue Vieille du Temple, balancing a pile of books he had just purchased under one arm, a small bag of groceries in the other, while also trying to eat a sweet pastry he had just bought at the small cafe on the corner. Perhaps he should have taken a detour to the small park at the end of the street. Enjoyed his morning tea with a hot chocolate while taking in the sunshine and starting one of the books he had just purchased.

He was quite enjoying living here in Paris. He was still working with Nicolas, although he had also branched out and had started to research dragons on all things. Well, specifically, dragons blood and the different uses for them. He was hoping to complete a research paper once he had felt he had exhausted his search for the various uses for them but he wasn't quite there yet.

It was Sunday and he had taken the day for himself, slipping in between the Muggle and magical streets of the city. Most of the books had some from the Wizarding Book Store but he had enjoying some Muggle literature lately as well. The sweet pastry was from the Muggle cafe. The owners were always so sweet and were determined to set him up with their daughter. He always politely declined, knowing he couldn't begin to explain the complicated situation of not only his magical capabilities but also that he preferred the company of men. That was still frowned upon in non magical society, even here in Europe.

He sighed softly at the brief thought of Gellert lingered. He tried hard not to think about him too often, although it was almost impossible not to. They'd spoken to travelling here together, holding rallys here one day. It wasn't why he had moved here. He'd simply finally taken Nicolas up on the apprenticeship offer when Godrics Hollow became too stiffing to handle anymore. He hadn't seen Gellert since that night, when Gellert ran off and never returned. He'd heard whispers and rumours of the movement he was starting but Albus tried as hard as he could to ignore them. But it was getting harder as the rumours had increased in their frequency.

He had been so lost in thought, he collided with someone walking in the opposite direction. He just managed to save his pile of books from slipping from his grasp with only a slight hold of magic. He started to apologise profusely, looking up at the stranger he had incidentally assaulted before he almost dropped his books for a second time.

"Gellert."

@rp-tea-and-magic

[cassiewolfstar]

A star so bright Part 5

Link to Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/cassiewolfstar/706700393897508864/a-star-so-bright-part-4?source=share

The party was in full swing. People were already getting drunk and dancing to the loud music blasting from the invisible speakers. A small group were sitting on the couches which were pushed further towards the wall to make room for the dance floor, playing truth or truth with Veritaserum. 

Fred was standing next to the drinks table with a perfect view of the entrance. Although he knew she probably would not arrive in the next few minutes as she liked to be “fashionably late” as she called it, he could not help but wait only for her. And he knew she would come. She always did. She lived for those evenings and parties. The overbearing music so loud you could not hear your own thoughts. The deep bass vibrating through your body. The Alcohol making you loose control over your body and disconnect from reality. Ara once told him how much she enjoyed just dancing and forgetting. Closing ones eyes and only feeling the rumble of the music, no thought loud enough to overtone the music. That was the first time that she actually said something she meant. Before she always seemed bored and almost robotic when she talked. In that moment Fred did not just see the Slytherin Princess he fancied. He saw her as who she really was. With an identity and some part of her personality to call her own. 

So he waited for Ara. Even if it meant missing most of the party standing in the corner like a wanker.

It took about another 40 Minutes of standing and staring at the door that Ara Black arrived with her Syltherin friends and her younger cousin Malfoy.

Fred knew firsthand that Avery and Nott were merely her friends but still when Nott leaned down to whisper in her ear and held her waist while doing so, Fred could not help himself. His feet had a will of their own, carrying him towards the Group of Slytherins. 

As if she sensed his arrival Ara swiveled around to look at Freds approaching Form with creased eyebrows. Sighing loudly and crossing her arms she raised her head and avoided his eyes when he finally arrived in front of them.

“Hey, Love. What about a drink? I got your favorite, Golden Gin.” Grinning widely Fred stepped into Aras personal space making Notts Hand fall of her waist and searched her Face for some sign of recognition that she is somewhat interested.

Looking sideways at a group of dancing Hufflepuff girls seemingly no older than fourth year, Ara avoided his honey eyes that always seem to melt away her cold exterior.

“Weasley. I am sure i can find the drinks myself. Thanks.” Words seemingly nonchalant but the harsh undertone of her voice made Freds smile falter and his hands fall back to his sides from where he slowly made a move to pull the girl in.

Of course he wasn’t new to this behaviour, as Ara always seemed distant and cold after spending close to three months at her Familys home with absolutely no contact to Fred or her non Slytherin friends. It was always a hard time for Fred to get her real self to come out and show itself. And although he is used to having to work in getting her shell to crack once more for him, he feels as if something is different this timme around. Something has changed. Nott and Avery are more on guard, Malfoy seems quieter and not as annoying, even Parkinson seems to have been hushed in her usual aggravating personality.

“Ara Love, can we talk? Alone?” Fred added the as an afterthought to his request while eyeing the other Slytherin students standing around Ara as if to shield her from any oncoming harm.

Several seconds passed by before Ara caught his eyes and nodded to her friends that it was fine. One last worried glance from Nott and Avery and Ara was standing alone with Fred Weasley in the middle of the lions den.

“Tell me, Love. What happened.” Fred started his questioning without pause the second they were out of earshot.

“Nothing, Weasley. I am just not in the mood for talking.” Aras answer seemed rehearsed and bland to Fred. Not the usual answer he would get from her after three torturous months of only her dreaded family as company. Usually she would be exhausted and drained and loved Freds soft and love filled approach to her sunken in self. Now she seems annoyed and not amused by his trying to help her.

Confusion clear on his face and worry etched into his eyes, Fred searched her eyes for any hint that she wanted him to help, to make her feel better. While Ara simply rolled her eyes and sidestepped him in attempt to rejoin her friends.

Getting absoluetly plastered seemed like a good idea in that moment to the Black heiress so before joining her friends at the couches Ara grabbed two bottles of Golden Gin and made her way over to them. Golden Gin, as it is produced with magic had a certain kick to it that Ara had always enjoyed and needed especially now. Freds Honey eyes looking in hers with that kicked puppy dog look just made her want to rip her eyes out and cut her throat so she would never have to say anything causing that look ever again.

Plumping onto the velvet red couch between Nott and Avery Ara sighed and took a long swig straight out of the bottle. Nott only eyed her worriedly but didn't comment whatsoever on her behavior as did no one else out of their group. They all experienced firsthand what this summer did to all of them. Deciding their futures and ruining any chance at independence all five of them were in desperate need to forget and party this night. Avery was the one to take the second bottle out of her hands while Ara was still chugging the first bottle, now almost a quarter done. Nott finally pried the bottle from her lips gently only to take a small controlled sip and then passing it on to Malfoy. It was quiet between the group except for Parkinson whispering into Dracos ear to which he only hummed disinterestedly.

Around them the room was buzzing with conversation, dancing, laughing while playing stupid games and most of all flirting. Avery seemed to notice this first and decidedly clapped his now free hands together to get the groups attention.

“Well, I don't know about you old sour hogs, but I will not be all glum and sad this night. Lets play a game to drink even quicker and get even drunker. Hows that sound?”

It was rather unusual for Avery to be the one everyone listens to and motivate and activate them into doing what he wants. But just this once everyone agreed and did what he suggested. Play drinking games to get pissed off their asses and forget all their troubles.

[cute-lil-girl]

Am I the only fucking one to realise that the troll is in the dungeon, and everyone should be back to their house dormitories...

But isn't the Slytherin dormitory in the dungeon!?!?

ANSWER ME!!!

[kaal-naagin]

Hi ,

This is a Harry Potter role-playing channel.

If you're interested, please feel free to join us.

Looking forward to your participation

[forgeweasley1]

new employee incoming for weasley's wizard wheezes

@gredweasley1 @daphhatesyou

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE QUEEN OF WANDS get what she deserves?” She is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & is CLOSED to finding out. 

— she walks through the world as ;

name → lily evans pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → ellie bamber blood status → muggle-born sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → researcher in the spells and curses research wing at the ministry of magic future information → wife of james potter, mother of harry potter

— she is best described as ;

She’s IMAGINATION & PURE CREATIVITY, she’s the SPARKLE in a SPELL & the PROUD SMILE of ACHIEVEMENT. She’s the NATURAL BEAUTY in the WORLD around her, the FIRE of DETERMINATION & WILL and the SOFTNESS of a FLOWER PETAL floating on the WATER.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

Raised in Cokeworth to a muggle librarian and a muggle school teacher, her upbringing was relatively simple. Her home was dreamed up and doodled on the back of pieces of notepaper when her parents were young, with ivy growing up the walls and beautiful flowers adorning their cottage garden. Lily and her older sister PETUNIA EVANS [sibling/adversary] were named after those flowers, securing a special bond Lily thought they’d share forever. Her sister was her best friend, until the day it became clear that Lily Evans was different. When she was seven years old, playing in the garden with her sister Lily noticed as she and Petunia danced and twirled the flowers in their garden danced too, singing a merry tune as she had once seen in a film. Lily realised she could do extraordinary things, she blew a dandelion into butterflies and could make a bud bloom in her hands. Lily considered herself special, her sister did not. Petunia became jealous of her, saying cruel and spiteful things about Lily’s abilities until tears rolled down her cheeks. A freak was what she called her and her best friend became her adversary. A young boy in Spinner's End became a place of safety for Lily, SEVERUS SNAPE [adversary/former best friend]. 

A quiet boy, who sometimes appeared awkward in his own skin, Lily brought out some confidence in him, a look of awe in his eyes as she made nature transform into something even more beautiful. Severus told her the magic of the world behind the curtain from her own. Apparently she was a witch, like Severus’ mother and one day she would arrive home from school to a letter from PROFESSOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [former professor/leader] telling her she had been selected to attend a magical school for people just like them. Sure enough her letter arrived and Petunia was delighted to hear Lily would be moving away to boarding school, comparing it to a prison rather than a place of education. Lily did not want to leave on bad terms with her sister, but as she boarded the train for school just aged eleven she knew their relationship was well and truly over. Sorted into Gryffindor, Lily quickly befriended a few fellow lions she was fortunate enough to be sharing a dorm with that year. MARLENE MCKINNON [best friend], MARY MACDONALD [best friend], and DORCAS MEADOWES [best friend] were unique characters who made the transition to her new life easier. 

Mary was her rock during the process, also a Muggle-Born, they were bubbly, friendly and seemingly unphased by the hustle and bustle of their new world. Lily attempted to follow suit and the beginning of classes signalled a new found confidence for Lily as it quickly became established amongst her peers that she was an incredibly talented witch. A firm favourite of her professors, particularly Professors Slughorn and Fltwick, Lily’s talents began to attract her both positive and negative attention at school, as people flocked to be her friend and ask for her help with their studies. JASPER AVERY [adversary] was particularly jealous of Lily’s talents and frequently made it known he believed her to be lesser, due to her blood status. Lily however, would never be deterred and garnered a bit of a reputation for late night duels by The Black Lake to take down those who dared to challenge her and put their abilities where their mouth was. Lily had thick skin and a sharp mind, which meant cleverly orchestrated insults often followed the sting of her spells. It was this fire that attracted the unwanted attention of JAMES POTTER [close friend/potential love interest/former adversary], a fellow Gryffindor, who Lily found terribly arrogant.

To Lily, James, SIRIUS BLACK [close friend/former adversary] and PETER PETTIGREW [close friend/former adversary] were self-entitled bullies who had found entertainment in making fun of others, namely Severus- though these dynamics quickly shifted. In her fourth year after a stern talking to from McGonagall about her fighting, Lily accepted a position as a prefect with REMUS LUPIN [close friend] and began to see things differently without blood red rage. Her once good friend had sought the company of Avery and LARKIN MULICBER [adversary] another boy Lily despised due to his disgusting treatment of Mary which had left her beaten and bruised. Lily couldn’t understand why he would associate with such people and when she caught him calling her a mudblood with his ‘friends’ and heard James Potter of all people defending her, Lily had little time for his antics. She was still not convinced of James and his friends, but her mind was made up on Severus. From then onwards, Lily was ice cold towards him, not even bothering to insult him but rather looking through him with as much disdain as she could muster. 

After graduating both a prefect, head of her class and Head Girl- Lily was anxious to get her life started. As much as she loved her parents, she had no desire to spend any time with her sister and quickly moved into a house-share with American witch PRUDENCE OWENS [housemate] and JONATHAN REEVES [housemate] whom Lily vaguely remembered from school. It was jarring living with people she’d never met after spending so much time with her friends, but strangely Lily liked the separation and enjoyed the oddities of her two flatmates who couldn’t be any different from her. Prue and Jon mostly kept to themselves, which worked for Lily who enjoyed staying in her room after a long day at work. Lily accepted a position working for The Ministry of Magic in their Spells and Curses research department, studying spells and trying to push the limits of magic as they knew it. The job suited Lily perfectly, with a curious disposition and a joy of learning she hoped would never fully be quenched in her role. She saw her job as somewhat academic and didn’t realise how important it would become until people began disappearing. It was because of her skillset that Lily was asked to join The Order of The Phoenix, a secret underground group, it seemed most of her friends had been drafted into by their former headmaster. 

When BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] died on Halloween in 1983 everyone suspected a werewolf attack but PANDORA FORTESCUE [friend/colleague] thought differently, though no one quite paid any attention. A whimsical witch, though she was talented, people often overlooked her- but Lily was in awe of Pandora and paid attention to her research, though admittedly long after the Booker case was closed by the Ministry. It had irritated Lily that no one had listened to Pandora and privately Lily began working with her on the case, conducting research into what they thought might have caused the wounds on Booker and looked for any similarities. Annoyingly when ROSALIE FLINT [person of interest] went missing there was no body for her and Pandora to look over and BENJY FENWICK’s [person of interest] vampire attack seemed to be just that. Lily parked her research for some time, irritated that hers and Pandora’s theory didn’t quite seem to fit. Booker hadn’t been attacked by a werewolf, that much she was sure of- even if Benji had and Rosalie had just gone missing. With bated breath Lily waits for the next person to fall, as ghoulish and gruesome as it sounds. Lily knows the Ministry or perhaps their feared rival organisation are framing creatures. All she needs is proof and motive, so maybe her quiet and secretive housemate Jonathan, might be a good place to start.

— she is a LEVEL 7 WITCH & readied for war ;