#House Blishwick

[bellwood-qudditch]

Arcturus Black I

Faceclaim: Luke Evans

“The son of Licouris Black and Magenta Tripe and the younger brother of Misapiona Black and Cygnus Black I”

August 20th, 1835–October 30th, 1893

[atlasdoe]

Evan Rosier was born with the idea of a savior. He was the one who would save his family and by doing so help save the Sacred 28 altogether.

The Pureblood families were dying out, and everybody knew it but were too scared to voice it. Dameon Rosier was his family's last hope to carry on their name, so he wasted no time, and from the moment he married Melanie Blishwick he got to work.

It was a struggle at first. They had many miscarriages and failed months but eventually Melanie proved herself strong enough to see a pregnancy through til the end.

Noody was happier than Daemon was when their baby first began to cry. “I have a son!” he cheered to the room, only to be met with scared looks from the midwives.

“Actually,” one of them began cautiously. “You have a daughter.”

The world stopped for a moment and as he scanned the room for anyone to give him hope that his family wasn’t doomed, his eyes met Melanies’ who was sweaty and crying, still, she sighed deeply, “We can always try again.”

He nodded and swiftly left the room, mumbling “I have to send out letters,” as he went, leaving her alone with their crying daughter.

The midwife looked at her with pitiful eyes and a sad smile.”What will her name be?” she asked.

Melanie looked at the small bundle in her arms and felt her heart grow. She had never fallen in love before, but from the moment the baby opened her eyes and saw her mother for the first time, Melanie suddenly understood what all the romantic poems had been about.

She also understood heartbreak for the first time, as she knew already that no matter what her baby does in her life, she will always be second to her future little brother. No matter how perfect their daughter already is, Daemon will make this little girl's life hell and blame her for everything simply because she was born a woman.

Because of this, Melanie named her Eve.

It didn’t take long for Eve to become a big sister. Less than six months later Melanie was pregnant again.

Another girl. Another birth that Dameon walked out of, leaving his wife to name their newest child.

This one was called Sabrina, and within four years she had three younger sisters; Aimee, Grace and Aria.

From the moment Aria sang her first cry it was known that their sixth time would be their last. If Melanie wasn’t able to produce an heir then Dameon would start over with someone else, leaving her disgraced, poor, and a single mother of five.

Luckily, on the 13th of February 1960, Dameon and Melanie Rosier finally had their boy.

His name, that patiently waited five other births for him, was Evan, and as he cried for the first time, his mother almost breathed for the last.

It was a messy birth, and the celebration for the baby being a boy drowned out any attempt of hers for help. The only person in the room who was looking her way was Eve, who had snuck into the room after hearing her mothers cries. She had tugged on one of the midwife's skirts until they noticed Melanie’s pale face.

As the doctors tried to regain Melanie’s life, her husband continued to celebrate, ignoring any plea his daughter made to get him to help, and as Melanie watched them with heavy eyes, she saw what the next thirty years of her life will entail.

Evan would get everything. Daemon would make sure that he will have the best education and best clothes and anything money could buy. Evan will become just as arrogant, just as greedy and just as selfish as his father while Eve, Sabrina, Aimee, Grace and Aria would be left to fend for themselves.

If Melanie didn’t survive, she didn’t know if the girls would even be allowed to still live in the house.

That reason, and that reason alone was what made her stay. Because there was no one she loved more then her daughters and no one she hated more than her son.

[legilimenace]

Introducing...Orpheus Kenway

The Kenways were a wealthy American wizarding family, New Money, as it were, who had amassed a great fortune over two generations through making specialized crystal and gold wands. With Rappaport's Law lingering in the US and a misplaced discontent with no-majs, Orpheus' father took to traveling around and realized that there was some good to be done alongside the Northmoors and the Fenwicks by finding witches, wizards, and squibs that had been cast out by their families and taking them in. The Kenways traveled alongside the other families, albeit for a shorter period of time and with different goals, as Orpheus' father would ensure his children were sent off to Ilvermorny at the start of every fall. Yet, when the Northmoors decide to return to England and extend an invitation to their old family friends, the Kenways decide to follow, thus beginning a new chapter in their lives where Orpheus reconnects with his ancestral roots.

Full Name: Orpheus Millard Kenway

Birthdate: October 22nd, 1880

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Family: Terrence Kenway (father), Celestria Kenway (née Blishwick), Oswin Kenway (older half-brother), Crescentia Kenway (older sister), Eren Kenway (younger half-brother)

Friends: Charis Northmoor (and the rest of the family), Fenwick family

House: Horned Serpent/Ravenclaw

Blood Status: Pureblood

Likes: Astronomy, star charts, wizards' chess, candles, marsh fog, pears, coriander, savory pastries

Dislikes: Floo travel, loud ticking clocks, magic portraits, sudden noises, celery, grandiose behaviour

Personality: Elusive, contemplative, spacey, solitary, resilient, altruistic, disorderly, adaptive, rash, unpretentious, unfiltered

Faceclaim: Tom Blyth

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[princeandcrow]

Blishwick Family Portraits

Misapinoa Blishwick nee Black. 1826-1926. Sister of Phineas Nigellus Black. Wife of Jimbo Blishwick. Mother of Ernest Blishwick.

Misapinoa was brought up in the strict traditions of the noble House of Black. She was a stern and serious woman who bore her husbands eccentricities with some reproach. She was 49 years of age when she at last became pregnant, bearing her first and only child Ernest.

Whilst outwardly dour, and traditionalist, some have suggested that Misapinoa had a secret more frivolous side, and indeed it seemed that she loved her husband dearly despite the headaches he caused her. She was also known to throw rather an enjoyable soiree.

Edit: There is now a fic to accompany these headcanons.

[Image: Kristin Scott Thomas photographed by Marianne Rosenstiehl]

[spinnersendprince]

The Prince Coven - LouisaHale - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

[tethys-the-aquatic-sea-godness]

Daughters of House Black: Misapinoa Blishwick née Black

Misapinoa was a pure-blood witch. She was an early member of the House of Black. She married a pure-blood wizard named Jimbo Blishwick. Misapinoa lived to a hundred, which is unusual because members of the Black family often died young by wizarding standards.

Her parents were Licorus Black and Magenta Tripe. Misapinoa was the sister of Arcturus Black I and Cygnus Black I. She was the aunt of Phineas Nigellus Black and his siblings, but it is unknown if she had any children.

She is depicted on the Black family tree tapestry in 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

[wizardingfamilies]

Iola Hitchens née Black

Disowned Members of the House of Black (2/8)

Much of what I am writing here is inspired on the following headcanons of Padfoot, Prongs and Polaroids and Starchildlazaro. 

IOLA CRESSIDA HITCHENS (1853 - 1921)

Iola Cressida Hitchens, née Black, was born in 1853 in London, a few months after the premature death of her eldest brother, Sirius Black I, who had just turned eight years old. 

She was the youngest child of Cygnus Black and Ella Black (née Max). She was the sister of Sirius, Phineas Nigellus and Elladora Black. 

The three living siblings did not have much of what is called brotherly and sisterly affection. In fact, their entire childhood was spent on petty rivalries. Particularly among the sisters, Elladora and Iola, with just three years of difference, were permanently competing with one another. Elladora tended to surpass her sister, perhaps due to her cunning personality. 

At Hogwarts, Iola was sorted into the Slytherin House. 

At the age of fifteen, Cygnus Black, betrothed Iola Black’s hand to the second son of the Tripe family, much older than her. Iola was not happy - at all - and it was then that her attitude towards the family shifted. She did not rebel, she simply stopped caring.

It was during the summer of 1870, four weeks before she turned seventeen - when she was sent to spend some time at the Blishwick’s estate with her aunt Misapinoa - that she met the young Robert Hitchens, also known as Bob, the heir of a small parish in the county of Hampshire.

They happened to meet at a small chapel lost in the open fields of Bob’s parish, where they both run to in order to protect themselves from the sudden rain that started to fall from the sky. 

They eventually met there again, by chance (or not!) in the following days and Iola find herself yearning for the sweet and brief moments of conversation with Bob in the mild summer afternoons in which he explained her all the Muggle Greek myths surrounding her name, telling her about Iole and Heracles and King Eurytus. 

At the end of that summer, Iola Black eloped with Bob Hitchens and was therefore struck off the Black family tree. Iola was the second known disowned person in the Black family and the first to receive the label of blood traitor. She never finished her education at Hogwarts. 

She married Bob Hitchens at the age of seventeen and, in time, she eventually renounced the use of magic, not because she was obliged to, but because she wished to adapt to a real Muggle life, particularly after the birth of her two Squib children: Osborne Hitchens (1871) and Roger Hitchens (1874), who grown up to be a righteous landowner and an attorney, respectively. 

Despite her break off ties with the Black family, it was to her that Phineas Black II, her nephew, sought help when he too was disowned for supporting Muggle rights in 1902. 

Iola lived with her family in the countryside until 1921, when she died at the age of 68, after contracting typhoid fever. Yet, Iola lived to see her children marry, and meet her grandchildren. In the end, she died with the honest belief she did it her way and she was happy with it. 

[noxtms]

*   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃   :   where could you see freddy carter?

depending on what vibe you’re going for, i think he’d work really nicely as one of our open slytherins - marcus belby, adrian pucey & gregory goyle ! - or someone like justin finch-fletchley, jack sloper, roger davies, cormac mclaggen, zacharias smith, terry boot or ernie macmillan ! i think for surnames, he’d make a nice warren, vaisey, scrimgeour, kettleburn, montague, podmore, summerby, fudge, dolohov, catchlove, figg, buchanan, blishwick or smith ! and just for fun, some wanted connections i can see him in are : the main endorsed strout family, daisy dyer’s older brother, ezekiel burke’s secret child, damien graves’ & helene levesques younger sibling / child, antigone xu’s childhood best friend, mafalda prewett’s same house best friend, george weasley’s employee, pansy parkinson’s ex ! 

[strvngemagics]

❝ What, like it’s hard? ❞ huh, who’s REBECCA RITTENHOUSE? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SELENE BLISHWICK NEÉ ROWLE. she is a THIRTY-THREE year old PUREBLOOD witch who is VP OF TALENT AND PARTNERSHIPS AT A WIXEN TECH & MEDIA COMPANY. she is known for being SELF-ABSORBED, VAIN, APATHETIC, DECEITFUL, and CONTROLLING but also SAVVY, RESILIENT, CREATIVE, ENERGETIC, and ENTHUSIASTIC, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song OH NO! by MARINA and FRESHLY LIT SOY CANDLES, CRYSTAL PAPERWEIGHTS, THE PERFECT SELFIE LIGHTING, WHITE LINEN SHIRTS, AND BROKEN WINE GLASSES. i hear she is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on her. 

character parallels: diana, princess of wales, gwenyth paltrow, goop (as in the brand), deelia deetz (beetlejuice), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), fiona goode (ahs coven), emily nelson (a simple favor)

A Q&A WITH SELENE BLISHWICK, MODERN WITCH AND BOSS B*TCH

Witch Weekly caught up with the Vice President of Talent and Partnerships at Blishwix (and new mom!) for some insight into her favourite things and tips on how to be your best #girlboss.

What’s your uniform?

Jumpsuits, flowy blouses and wide-legged pants, sunglasses that cover most of my face, and a sensible heel. A red lippie is also a must.

What was your first job?

Being Gryffindor Prefect feels like it should have qualified as a job, considering all the time I spent on patrol!

Your morning routine?

Well, my son is three months old and has just started to fall into a sleep routine (thank Merlin!) so he will gently rouse (read: scream) me awake around 5:30. I’ll usually breastfeed while checking my emails, texts, and DMs, because it’s all about multitasking! One perk of traveling as much as I have is that I have friends in almost every timezone — the notifs are constant. After Zephyr is fed, I’ll pass him off to my husband to play peek-a-boo while I shower, foam roll, and make a green juice or tea.

I’m working from home until we transition Zep to having a nanny, so I generally won’t get dressed unless I have lunch or a meeting to attend.

First celebrity crush?

Oh, this is so embarrassing — the drummer from Nine Inch Wands? I had a severe goth phase. It happens to the best of us.

Wouldn’t leave home without?

Moonflower moisturizer from UNICRN, a (fully-charged) laptop, a fresh orange. 

Proudest moment?

When Wick changed a nappy for the first time — I knew then and there our marriage was sturdier than a mountain made of trolls.

Your bucket-list wellness experience?

I have seen so many kitschy Korean spa trips on WixPix. I want one of those treatments where they scrub you within an inch of your life. Then a nice soak in a seaweed bath and just like, a bucket of bibimbap.

Mentors?

Every woman who has ever worked at Blishwix. Getting to know so many interesting and inspiring witches at every age — it’s so wonderful. Witnessing their lives, their wins, and their woes has lead me to believe more in myself and trust that I am headed into the direction I am meant to go.

Perfect Sunday afternoon?

Shopping in Diagon or Sloane Street with my sister Vesta, then home to snuggle with my baby and enjoy something pasta-y and delicious with my husband that evening.

The things you buy in bulk?

Pepperup — I’m so susceptible to colds — cashmere-wool mid calf socks, and freeze-dried strawberries.

Drink of choice?

I’m obsessed with juices — anything that’s very kale-forward. If I’m being naughty, a dry martini or gillywater and gin.

Favourite movie?

The Woodstock documentary! It's so beautiful and inspiring that thousands of people came together for three wonderful days of peace and music.

How often do you recharge your crystals?  

Every full moon!

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asndksjdfsd ANYWAY. some shit abt selene’s personality: 

like her husband, selene blishwick is full of shit. if wick is the engineer and tech brain behind blishwix’s products, selene is the ‘natural’-product peddling, #influencerstatus, charming (read: bitchy White Feminist) face of the brand and responsible for seeking the up-and-coming entertainers and corporations who will take their company from impressive start-up to cultural mainstay. like wick, selene’s primary objective is to get blishwix products and apps into every wix’s hand to track and monitor their behavior — and her immediate second objective is to make a fuckton of money doing so.

don’t let her foolish, goop-esque ways fool you — selene is constantly scheming about how to utilize the latest trends to squeeze an unsuspecting public dry of both their money and their private info.

she and her husband do love each other and are clearly a work team/match made in hell, but there’s def some mutual cheating going on that they should probably address (but will they?!?! who knows) 

selene’s relationship with her younger sister vesta is complicated. vesta knows how to push her buttons and strike at her insecurities, many of which stem from the fact that selene fears her sister can and will usurp her in terms of glamor, style, talent, etc. she loves ves but it’s hidden under a thick layer of backhanded compliments and petty betrayals.

selene is terrified of aging. catch her slathering on skin products every second of every day

[POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION TW] she loves her son zephyr (even more than she loves the number of likes he’ll get on her wixpix), but selene is suffering from postpartum depression hard and is yet to realize that she can’t reiki meditate her way out of it [end tw]

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STATS

name. selene blishwick (neé rowle)

nickname. none

birthdate. 7th june 1998

place of birth. st. mungo’s

family. ��vesta rowle (sister), extended rowle cousins, zephyr blishwick (son)

relationship status. married to jimbo blishwick vi.

occupation. vp of talent and partnerships at blishwix media; influencer

gender identity. cis-woman

romantic orientation. biromantic

sexuality. bisexual

blood status. pureblood

pets. tbd

HOGWARTS / MAGIC

house. formergryffindor

allegiance. the death eaters

n.e.w.t. grades. defense (a), charms (a), herbology (e), potions (e), history of magic (a), ancient runes (e), care of magical creatures (a)

wand. tbd

boggart. tbd

amortentia. tbd

magical strengths. tbd

magical weaknesses. tbd

PERSONALITY

zodiac.  

sun - gemini

moon - scorpio

rising - leo

[camelliacats]

at last, with you (part 1/4)

The conclusion to the Carrows' tale with Rowle—a sequel to this and set partly concurrently with this.

Act I: "Pre-Hogwarts" [FFN] [AO3] |   →

Pairings/Characters: Alecto & Amycus Carrow, with OCs

Rating: light T

Words: ~2,170

Additional info: gen fic, family, angst, hurt/comfort, violence (non-graphic), Dark magic (implied), Marauder era, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: While incapacitated, Alecto rethinks her life—childhood, school life, adulthood—and wonders if there's still time for a tweak or two. Ch1: Alecto meets (and raises) Amycus.

Act I: Pre-Hogwarts

      The last things Alecto feels—thinks—are stings. She closes her eyes, and there they are again, the stings.

      Only, this time, she doesn't open her eyes, can't open her eyes after.

      Ah, how poetic. Her life is full of nothing but stings. She was born into them and she will die by them.

      She is nearly three years old and doesn't think home life can get any worse.

      Born of the marriage between half-blood Akillios Carrow and pureblood Petronelle Blishwick, Alecto spends her first days, weeks, months, years reaching out for hands that will reach back for her. When she is lucky and her father is home and remembers that he has a wife and a daughter, Akillios will sometimes scoop chubby little Alecto into his arms and toss her around like the joy of his life.

      When she is not so lucky, Akillios looks past her, thinking about how marrying a pureblood won't restore the Carrow line to its former glory, because his children will always be less. Akillios has no kisses or hugs for his daughter then, and Alecto must push her head under her father's hand when she longs for his warmth.

      When she is unlucky and Akillios is not home, Petronelle wages a war on Alecto, making a three-year-old believe it's the child's fault she wasn't born male.

      "The Carrow name was one I could bear," Petronelle snarls at her daughter, sending steely glares to the little girl who always lingers out of reach (lingers in safety, outside of harm's reach), "but this. Every pureblood wife knows: Multiple children are fine, if you can have them. But the best children—the firstborn should always be a son."

      Alecto drops her eyes to the ground. She's not even three years old. She doesn't understand the meaning of her mother's words, but her tone conveys the point well enough. Alecto can't help but wonder if she's been a bad girl after all.

      "Stop that!" Petronelle shrieks at her. She flings herself from her favorite blue armchair in the sitting room, aiming for Alecto.

      Alecto squeezes her eyes shut tight.

      "I told you—stop it!" Petronelle barks, towering over her, a sturdy, intimidating giant of a woman who would crush Alecto if only the scandal wouldn't put her in the papers. "Stop dropping your eyes when I speak to you, and don't cower. Nobody likes a coward, and I will have you meet my eyes, girl."

      Scared now more than before, Alecto forces her wavering gaze upwards. She must always look her mother in the eye before Petronelle produces her wand…

      …before the stings come.

      But she is also nearly three years old when her father, after one of many late nights out, comes home and brings with him something fascinating.

      That night, it rains, and Akillios' gray travel cloak is dampened to black by the time he steps through the door. His lightly whiskered cheeks are ruddy, and he hides something in his arms when Alecto leaves her nanny house-elf alone to prance to her father's side.

      "Killi? Is that you?" Petronelle calls from the kitchen. She's busy overseeing the house-elves cook supper and can't leave her post just yet.

      Akillios catches Alecto's eye and grins at his daughter's curiosity. "Yes, Pet. Sorry for the lateness," he answers.

      "You have no consideration for the rest of us," Petronelle chides. "Whatever it was, it had better be good."

      He freezes and pales, a motion which Alecto doesn't understand but summons her to his leg nevertheless, around which she wraps her arm. Her love makes him sigh. "That's my girl," he whispers, and his grin is back as he kneels before her. "How about I show you my surprise first?"

      Alecto's dark eyes go wide. A surprise! How extraordinary. Surprises never happen around here.

      Akillios untucks his arms and loosens some cloth. "Be very gentle now," he instructs, revealing a warm, wriggling present, "as he's still quite small." Akillios pauses and tilts his head at Alecto. "Alecto, meet your baby brother, Amycus. He's going to live with us from now on."

      Alecto's head doesn't quite understand love, but her heart's an expert in this matter, and the tiny creature in her father's arms endears itself to her with its silence and fragility.

      After all, she is silent and fragile, too.

      The lack of noise by the door draws Petronelle from the kitchen, however. "Why the hell haven't you even shed your clo—" Her words die on her tongue the moment she spies the baby boy. "Killi." Her voice sounds as though it's still in the other room, far, far away. "Killi, tell me you didn't."

      Akillios hardens, the warmth for his children absent as he faces his wife. "He's mine, Petronelle, and that's all that matters."

      "You mean to tell me that, all this time, you—'

      He pushes Amycus into Alecto's arms. "There you go. Yes, hold his head like that. Take your brother upstairs, Alecto—"

      "Don't you dare, girl! Give him to me and—"

      But, with Amycus in Alecto's care, Akillios stands and palms his wand. He steps in front of his children, and the nanny house-elf scampers upstairs behind them. "You will do nothing with him, Petronelle," Akillios informs her, his strong, powerful voice floating upstairs to Alecto's ears.

      It almost sounds like an order.

      Almost.

      But "almost" an order isn't an order.

      And some people simply are stronger than others.

      Alecto never resents her nanny house-elf, even though the elf's name doesn't stick with her into adulthood (and she has a good reason for that). But the nanny house-elf teaches her many things, just in case.

      "Just in case."

      The nanny house-elf says that, and sometimes Akillios says that, and it's not until Alecto's five, going on six, that the phrase starts to mean something to her.

      Alecto spends Amycus' first few years learning from the nanny house-elf how to nanny and, truly, how to mother. Alecto shows signs of magic (she hopes one day to go to Hogwarts and make her father and grandfather proud), but she can't use it purposefully at this point in her life, so she learns the hard way how to care for a baby, for a toddler, for a youngster nearly her own age.

      Akillios is proud of his daughter in these endeavors…or he might be, because Alecto never hears words of thanks or words of wisdom from him these days. Akillios exhausts his energy staying at odds with Petronelle over his affair and keeping her at bay with gifts from his family vault at Gringotts, so he has little time for his children.

      That's why Alecto experiences all of Amycus' milestones. His first crawl? In the room they come to share in the years before Hogwarts. His first steps? Taken in the sitting room on a day Petronelle was out shopping. His first words? "Amaa," said either to her or to their nanny house-elf one afternoon when he should've been napping.

      Alecto is his sister, so "Amaa" doesn't sit quite right with her, and she spends countless hours with him, saying "Alecto" slowly for him in the hopes he might mimic the sound.

      (He doesn't get it right until he's two, but until then Alecto answers to "Amaa" and, later, "Alleh," once he makes the l sound.)

      But age comes not only with accomplishments but with a price. All this time Alecto spends raising up her brother, Petronelle spends wearing Akillios down. Alecto begins to catch vigor in her mother's stare, and her nanny house-elf's "Just in case" begins to float through her mind more often.

      There are so many things to know, just in case.

      How to cook simple things, to feed oneself, just in case.

      How to clean oneself and tend wounds, just in case.

      How to spy danger—look for it, hear for it, sense for it—just in case.

      "Just in case" is a simple phrase referencing survival, and this knowledge clicks into place as bile rises into the back of Alecto's throat.

      Akillios tires by the time she is six and Amycus is four. This means he returns somewhat to his old ways: staying out late, never offering excuses as to where he's been, and longing for the days of glory, when so little fell on his shoulders.

      (Even at six, Alecto wonders if Akillios will walk through the door again one night, another new sibling in tow, and she can't make up her mind how she feels about that, much as she loves Amycus, much as the boy is a part of her.)

      But Akillios' pattern means a return to Petronelle's old ways, too. The only differences? Akillios won't care even if he were to learn of her violence now—

      —and, of course, she has not one victim but two.

      On days when they are subject to Petronelle's ire, she growls at them from the foot of the staircase. "Get down here, you mongrels!"

      Amycus shakes. His beady little eyes are wide with fright; he's never spoken much in his four years, but his eyes say it all to his sister.

      Alecto pulls him in close, wrapping her arms around his shoulders tight. "I promise you: It will only sting," she says.

      (But, if that were true, then why does her heart hurt so badly, as though it breaks to pieces, when Petronelle's spells take hold of Amycus first that night?)

      "It always more than stings," nine-year-old Amycus whispers to his sister in the dead of night.

      Alecto daren't sigh for fear that that and not their conversation will carry into Petronelle's room. When the house remains quiet, with no indication Petronelle will come stomping their way, she turns in her bed to face Amycus in his across the room. "I know," she admits aloud.

      He shivers. "Does she want me dead, Alec? If so, then why not do that already?"

      This, too, gives her pause. It's occurred to her before, especially with Hogwarts around the corner for her, that Petronelle is waiting for the right moment to get rid of the child of Akillios' "other woman." But, if that were the case, then Alecto wouldn't've known such a terrible existence even before her brother came along… "She enjoys our pain, Amycus," Alecto says at last.

      Their room is quiet except for some rustling in his blankets. She wonders if the statement was too cold and has sent him sobbing, so Alecto gets up and forgoes her slippers to shush him in a hurry. "I'm not crying," he hisses at her, though his voice is wet.

      Alecto sits on the edge of his bed and looks over him in the moonlight. "Then what—?"

      He shivers again.

      She sighs and yanks a folded blanket from the foot of his bed. "No wonder. You're chillier than Ice Mice. Here, bundle up," she orders, and she tucks him in, at his sides and up to his chin. "There. Better?"

      Amycus shoots her a tiny glare…but his teeth stop chattering. "Better."

      "Good. Then go to sleep, Amycus."

      She returns to her own bed, and Amycus pipes up after she's back under the covers. "I know what comes next, Alecto."

      Alecto closes her eyes, trying to will tiredness to come back. "Hush up and go to sleep, Amycus. Keep talking and you'll get us in trouble."

      But his bed creaks. He sits up, pulling his blankets tight around him. "I know you're off to school later this year."

      She can't keep her eyes closed with this topic. "…I'll come home every chance, Amycus." She pauses, a new doubt seizing her. "…we're so certain I'll be off to Scotland, but that's not always the case. If…if she homeschools me instead, then that's different."

      "We won't be apart then?" he asks, hopeful.

      Alecto's body goes rigid, nightmares forming in her head at what Petronelle might possibly think up for them as an education. Each year, things get worse—can she survive another seven?

      Can Amycus survive another nine?

      "No, we won't," she confirms, her voice unwavering. "Try though she might, she will never split us apart."

      "Really, really, Alec?"

      "Really. Now shut up and go to sleep, Amycus."

      Their room is quiet once more, and Alecto wishes her nightmares away to no avail. She is torn between her protectiveness of her younger brother and the desire to escape to Hogwarts, to explore life outside these four walls. Her mind will not let her rest.

      But at some point she finds peace and sleeps. Only in the morning does she learn why: Brittle, little Amycus got out of bed and slept on the floor beside Alecto's bed that night, bundled up in blankets and within reach of his sister's hand, which escaped her covers and hung over the side all night long. She wakes to find her hand still in his weak grasp.

      Alecto shakes her head at the sight. So, she's not the only protective one around here after all….

D: Well! A tumultuous, heartrending beginning to a fic that became too long to be called a oneshot or twoshot, especially as I found clear arcs or "acts" in the story. Originally intended to be a straight-up Thorlecto, the universe that began with "bad blood" and evolved in "far from you" and esp "close to you" and spiraled a wee bit out of my control, the more I developed a backstory for Alecto and Amycus, this became a story about them, for them, in particular Alecto. Please stick around to see the bond between siblings strengthen and see how Rowle enters their lives! It's a dark (and a Dark) story, but it's a damn good one that you'll want to read. (Also, I want to gush: I feel that Alecto's parents' names are so very Potter-y, so I'm quite pleased with those even if their characters are quite lacking as people, *lol*.)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this! (After all, anyone hate Petronelle as much as I do??)

~mew

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[thosebizzareserpents]

The Second Wizarding War was over and 12 Grimmuald Place was once again an empty shell.

When Harry and company returned to the house Walburga Black's portrait was on the floor the frame cracked and her face from the neck down had completely been "blacked out." It was as if she had clawed out her own face.

No sound came from the former matriarch of the Noble and Most Ancient House Black.  It was a eerie and ghastly sight.

"Didn't Sirius say a permanent sticking charm was placed on it?" Ron pointed.

Hermione turned the painting on the back and examined it.

"Let's get it out of here" said Harry.

"Agreed."

Ginny traced outlining of the frame. "Something feels different about the house."

She looked at the family tapestry and there was a letter on the table next to it.

Weeks earlier....

Several cloaked hooded figures stood in the entrance way of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Walburga Black's portrait screams and sobs echoed throughout the house. The house-elf Kreacher was no where in sight to comfort his mistress.

Portraits came from the near and far corners of Grimmuald Place. Whispers soon reached paintings of family members that were elsewhere in Britain.

She continued to bawl, clawing and tearing at her face.

"Hush girl! These are the consequences of your depraved actions!"

Phineas Nigellus Black bellowed. The former patriarch of the Black family held expression of contempt and disgust at his great-granddaughter.

Walburga's grandfather Pollux, father Cygnus II, youngest brother Cygnus III, and cousin/husband Orion stared in horror.

Walburga's mother Irma Crabbe and cousin Charis Black rushed to restrain her.

Phoebe and Elladora Black began to laugh hysterically and wail as well.

Her younger brother Alphard and cousin/sister-in-law Lucretia Black never took their eyes off her.

Melania Macmillan swept up her grandsons Sirius and Regulus in her arms, Ignatius Prewett shielded them from their mother's sight. A faint smile graced Melania lips.

Walburga's grandmother Violetta Bulstrode and great-grandmother Ursula held no emotion.

Magenta Tripe, Arcturus III, Lycoris, and Sirius II, and Dorea Black looked at her with contempt.

Walburga's sister in-law Druella Rosier gathered her own children. Narcissa hugged Andromeda tight silently crying into her. The eldest, Bellatrix broke free and ran towards Phoebe and Elladora laughing.

Lysandra Yaxley and Herbert Burke covered their ears, Belvina and Arcturus Black ll closed their eyes and turned away.

Hesper Gamp, Ella Max, Harfang Longbottom, Licorus, Callidora, and Regulus II Black shook their heads in commiseration.

Cedrella, Marius and Phineas Il began to sing.

" The stars shine brightest, boldly and beautifully bathed in a pure sky."

"House of Back has long forgotten themselves and became voids of misery and contrite."

The cloaked figure stepped forward and hit their fist against the wall.

Walburga's portrait fell flat on the floor with a simple thud.

"Enough out of you. Shut up."

Misapinoa Blishwick (née Black) portrait looked at the mysterious figures.

"Is that you dear niece?"

The person in question removed their hood.

It was revealed to be Iola Black. One of the earliest members of their family. The daughter of Cygnus I and Ella Max.

The youngest sibling of Sirius I, Phineas Nigellus, and Elladora Black.

In 1870 she had been blasted of the family tapestry by her older sister Elladora for marrying a muggle of African descent known as Bob Hitchens. Iola's husband was the only Muggle to ever step foot into the house.

"It is aunt Misa."

At her unveiling her sister Elladora screeched.

Phineas did you know she was here!?" Elladora's eyes bulged.

Her brother Phineas Nigellus inhaled deeply, and nodded towards Iola in acknowledgement, but remained silent to Ella's questions.

Iola's eldest brother Sirius looked at her curiously, smiled and gave a small wave. He had passed away at the age of eight before Iola was born. He was the first in the family to be named after the Dog Star.

She stood before the portraits of her relatives. Many gawked in bewilderment. Iola Black - now Iola Hitchens was very much alive and well.

"When I left the this place was in shambles now it's worse off. What a pity. "She feigned a look of hurt."

Ursula Black laughed. "Your sense of humor never failed to impress me. Nice to see you again Iola."

"Likewise," Iola winked at her former sister-in-law.

"Momma did you really you live here as a child?" Another person took off their hood.

" It wasn't his drab looking but yes once upon a time."

Misapinoa and her husband Jimbo greeted them warmly.

"Oh where are my manners. Aunt Misa, Uncle Jimbo, Ursula these are my children."

"Eridanus, Tucana, Vega, Pavo, and Alcyone.

"And this is my granddaughter Taygeta Zavijava one of my many grandchildren. I assume You've met her already Phineas?"

Phineas Nigellus slowly nodded. At Hogwarts his grand-niece used an alias. Known as "Tracey Davis" a student in Slytherin House.

The former patriarch of House Black and headmaster of Hogwarts cleared his throat.

"I'm a glad to see you survived the battle." The battle he was referring to was Battle of Hogwarts which had taken place weeks earlier.

"I bet you are." Taygeta rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at her grand-uncle.

Phineas II, Sirius III, Lycoris, and Alphard sniggered.

Iola eldest's brother Sirius motion toward his youngest sister.

"Iola?"

"Yes?"

"Your children are metamorphagi like Lexi, Eddy and I?

Metamorphagi were wix who could morph at will. It was an inheritable trait among members of of the House of Black.

Lexi and Eddy were the siblings Alexia Walkin and Eduardus Limette Black.

Eduardus was the first and earliest member to be blasted of the family tapestry by his elder sister Phoebe.

Alexia and Eduardus stepped forward alongside Sirius I.

"Ah yes! Pavo and Alcyone are."

Elladora moved into the painting with Irma who quickly stepped aside. The latter was currently studying her daughter's portrait that laid on the floor.

She sneered and pointed a sharp finger at Iola.

"I knew you would eventually come groveling back. Elladora cackled. 

'Shameful Blood Traitors usually are full regrets" Phoebe chimed in.

"Have they gone mad?"

"Enough Phoebe it is over!" Licorus bellowed.

Aunt Ella!" Belvina huffed.

"God's don't you tire of ranting?"

Phineas Nigellus turned his back.

"What gives you the right to decide who is shameful? All of this started because you could not accept the inevitable Phoebe?" Alexia stood firm.

Misapinoa clicked her tongue.

Phineas Nigellus turned his back.

Eduardus strided across and grabbed Phoebe hand.

"Let go of me you filth blood traitor!"

"Let go traitor!"

"Let go Eduardus!

"She began to sob hysterically ."Let go Eddy"

"Phoebe stop."

Iola followed suit and calmly walked up to her older sister’s portrait.

Elladora whimpered and shrank back.

“Ella, I am free. Free of this elitist, hereditary bigoted institution. You and Phineas upheld and clung to it for decades and it has left this family as an empty void.” A true black hole."

Iola gently touch the scorched marks of the Black Family’s tapestry. “Regrets? My only regret is that the younger generations of this family suffered for it.”

artist Nicola Samori (image source)

[bellwood-qudditch]

Cygnus Black I

Faceclaim: Lucas Jade Zumann

“The son of Licorus and Magenta Black, the brother of Misapinoa Blishwick and Arcturus Black I, husband of Ella Max and father of Sirius I, Phineas Nigellus, Elladora and Iola Hitchens”

February 14th, 1829–June 30th, 1851

[missjosie27]

Year 3 Part 3- Access Denied

Hey, guys! Really short chapter but the future ones will be much longer. Already at work for Year 4! Nothing much to say except I hope you enjoy! Bigger things are yet to come!

‘Work’ proved to be an understatement during the month of September.

With the addition of two electives, school work suddenly became much more difficult to manage. Of the ones David took, Care of Magical Creatures turned out to be quite wild. He didn’t really have much interest in animals but having Charlie in the class certainly helped him get along (though he remained hopeful about possibly seeing a dragon). The class was run by a rather eccentric man by the name of Silvanus Kettleburn, who had been at Hogwarts since the 1940s. That longevity was evidenced by the sheer number of injuries he had sustained during his time spent with creatures which included but was not limited too- a fake prosthetic leg, an eyepatch over his left eye, and a metal claw for a hand. Though Professor Kettleburn preached safety and caution, he himself did not always live up to such standards, as he constantly was being healed by Madam Pomfrey. Case and point was the first day when he received severe burns from fire salamanders. 

“This is nothing,” Charlie told him afterwards. “Legend has it that he was ten times more energetic than this back in the day. The previous Headmaster Armando Dippet placed him on probation sixty two times!”

Such a comforting thought.

There was no immediate risk of injury in Ancient Runes though David could tell right away that the class would not be easy. Professor Octavius was an extremely competent man at his subject but deciphering and learning ancient languages, codes, and other magical artifacts was not for the faint of heart. Bill Weasley told him that it was useful for curse breaking and one of the main reasons he took it was the focus on Ancient Egypt. He would hold off making a judgement just yet. Either way, it meant more homework for all of them.

Adding on to this was his own personal popularity. As he was reminded by Rowan, any secret at Hogwarts didn’t remain one for long. As returning students recovered from the shock of the previous year, rumors spread quicker than wildfire about his involvement in the cursed ice vault. Far from being seen as mad or miniature version of his brother, most regarded him as a hero who saved the school. The Slytherins weren’t too keen on congratulating him but aside from Merula and her squad he didn’t face much trouble from them either. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but David couldn’t deny it felt good.

Combining all of these factors, and the possibility of learning more about his brother at Hogsmeade, he was becoming increasingly distracted which would later come back to bite him.

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Two weeks before Hogsmeade, Professor McGonagall made an appearance in the Gryffindor common room to collect all the permission slips.

“All third years please line up with your written signatures from your parents. The first Hogsmeade weekend will be October 14th on Saturday,” she announced.

David, Charlie, Rowan wasted no time in dashing upstairs with Ben in tow. Even Jae seemed eager to stamp his ticket to the all wizarding village. 

“Is Hogsmeade really all it’s cracked up to be?” Ben asked. “My parents couldn’t understand the appeal, but they allowed me to go anyway.”

“Trust me, mate. You’re going to have your mind blown by how amazing Hogsmeade is,” David told him enthusiastically. He’d personally never been but his parents and brother had regaled him many times about it…before the dark times.

“Bill’s gone loads of times,” Charlie added. “Says the experience never gets old. Even as you get older.”

“Especially since it will allow me to meet with contacts a lot more,” Jae said, giving a shifty grin. No one bothered to ask him what that meant. Sometimes with Jae it was better not to know.

By the time they reached Professor McGonagall, the girls had already turned theirs in (Olivia Miller was already giggling about a new brand of nail polish). However, when David approached his head of house she frowned.

“Mr. Grant please step to one side.”

He obeyed but did not like the way she looked at him when she said. Any time Minerva McGonagall used that tone it meant nothing positive.

“I’m sorry, Grant but I cannot allow you to visit Hogsmeade.”

David picked at his ear and strained in order to ensure he heard her correctly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me, Mr. Grant.”

He began sputtering like an old worn out automobile.

“But-but…why?”

“Unfortunately, I am under specific instructions to forbid you to leave school grounds even with a permission slip.”

Instant indignation crept into his bones as he tried to resist giving a trademark sardonic remark.

“My parents, of all people, signed this slip. Now all of a sudden for no apparent reason I’m not allowed to go? How the hell is that fair?”

For a second he feared going too far with McGonagall, but thankfully she did not take away points.

“You seem to forget why you are at Hogwarts in the first place. Given your disregard for school rules, endangerment of others, and lack of self control, I have plenty of reason to prevent you from going to Hogsmeade.”

“I promised I’d meet Hagrid and meet Madam Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks,” David continued to complain. “Professor, she knows more about my brother.”

He thought a family appeal might soften her heart, but he thought wrong as the Transfiguration master held firm and her posture was as uptight as ever.

“You are demonstrating my point. Like your brother you are too focused on trivial matters as opposed to your grades and schoolwork. Do not think I haven’t noticed the slip in your marks.”

“Oh, come on, I always get top marks in your class.”

“It is not my class that the concern stems from,” Professor McGonagall huffed, and David swore he saw the steam coming out of her nostrils. “Professor Flitwick has informed me that your charm work has suffered considerably since last year. If you want to earn Hogsmeade privileges, you will need to earn them Mr. Grant. And nothing you say will change my mind until I see evidence of that fact.”

David wanted to scream, shout, stomp his foot, do anything to show he wasn’t going to take this lying down. That he was not being held to the same standard as everyone else. How many poor marks had Jae received in his time at Hogwarts. He knew that either his parents or Dumbledore was behind this. Yet, there was little choice but to take her words in stride.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good.”

As she walked away, no one looked him in eye (Charlie began whistling), not even the older students. David began muttering under his breath before a familiar voice began chastising him.

“Grant, don’t blame McGonagall. I know she’s tough, but she also has a point.”

He saw it was Angelica Cole and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Oh boy what a shocker. The person who enforces the rules supports the person who also enforces the rules. What a coincidence.”

“I’m well versed to your quips by now,” his prefect told him. He was almost as tall as her by now yet her stern gaze did not waver. “And you need to approach this differently.”

“Don’t pretend you’re any more objective than she was,” he shot back. “I know I lose as many house points as I gain but can you not point out my every flaw for once?”

“I’m not telling you this because I want to kick you while you’re down, Grant. Do as she says: study hard, improve in charms and she will treat you fairly. You know this as well as I do.”

There was something odd about the way she was speaking to him. In the previous two years, she would have been either condescending or lecturing. But ever since the incident with Ammon Lucian and helping Blishwick defend his sister’s honor her attitude towards him had noticeably changed. 

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because I’m trying to help you. You’re more than just Jacob Grant’s little brother and you’ve shown that time and again. Now it’s time for you to show you’re also more than wisecracks and causing trouble.”

If he didn’t know better David could have sworn he saw an uptick in Angelica’s mouth as she walked away. Almost as though she were humoring him in her own unique way. He almost didn’t notice Rowan come up behind him.

“I’m sorry that happened, Dave,” he said. “In front of everyone no less.”

“It’s alright,” he said shrugging. 

“For the record I don’t agree with Professor McGonagall banning you from going to Hogsmeade. But there is a bright side to this.”

“Which is?”

“You still have a couple weeks to raise your grades in order to come with the rest of us. And I’m not going without you.”

David gave a reluctant grin. He also knew that Rowan despite his misgivings was also ensuring he met with Madam Rosmerta in order to learn more about Jacob. He was also being a good friend.

“Well then, guess we better hit the books.”

“I’ve studied in nearly one hundred places all across Hogwarts and I can safely conclude that the library is the most efficient place to improve one’s marks in a subject in two weeks’ time.”

Thinking back to what Angelica told him, David gave an affirming nod. He wasn’t going to let a minor inconvenience like a bad charms grade stop him from going to Hogsmeade. 

“Then that’s where we’re going next. Let’s go.”

[aparecium-muses]

@itswasteland Plotted Starter -From Mollie To Neville

Neville was a gentle soul, one that was a steady presence in her life. He seemed to be an outlander in his own house, not hated but no one seemed to speak with him. It was something she had always found strange, he was kind, caring and compassionate. Yes, he was shy but always willing to help and stood his ground for what he believed in. Before they had been friends he called her Hopson, her mom's maiden name like she had wanted while everyone else called her Blishwick. He let her speak of her troubles, of her life, her awful father and gave a shoulder to lean on when she came back from the summer feeling broken. He was even the one to realize that her depression sprang from not going outside enough as if a flower wilted from the lack of sun.

Her feelings for him bloomed like the flowers that he took care of; slow at first then flourishing under his careful hands. She could feel it in her chest, full to bursting whenever she simply looked at him. He was working in the dirt now, long sleeves pulled up to his elbows wrist-deep in the soil. Her face was warm, able to hear the rabble of the flowers commenting on her flustered state and her wandering eyes. She joined him, sitting on her knees feeling her heart skip a beat in her chest, giving in to the wish of contact and placing a hand over his.

"Nev," she began softly. "I have something very important to say, something that I've been thinking of for a long time. You've always been so kind to me, ever since I transferred here. While everyone called me Bonkers Blishwick and avoided me for speaking with the trees you understood me. You understood and you befriended me. I will never forget the first time we talked hours upon hours of our favorite types of plants." Her voice was swelling with emotion, eyes growing misty. "You made me feel welcomed while everyone wrote me off as a daft american. I say all of this because- I've fallen in love with you. Sitting here in this greenhouse with you, watching you work I realized- I want to stay by your side. I couldn't stand not telling you how much I adore you. Will you be my boyfriend?" She squeezed his hand, gulping as she waited for the verdict.

[princeandcrow]

Petronella Blishwick

It's my OC's Birthday, so I thought I'd do an intro/profile for her!

Born: 21 December 1959 (Winter Solstice)

Blood Status: Pureblood

AKAs: Petra, Pet, Pigeon.

Employment: Professor of Charms at Hogwarts Scool of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Former member of punk rock band The Black Feathers. Member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Physical Traits: Human, witch; pronouns she/her; 5'8"; Broad shoulders, curvy; Black hair, bald at the sides; Dark blue/grey eyes; Numerous tattoos, on head, arms, chest, back, and fingers.

Character traits: Honest; Quiet; Introverted; Intelligent; Logical; Can come across cold/ standoffish; Has some sensory issues, anxiety, and PTSD; Focused but disorganised; Determined; Strong sense of morality, but doesn't always follow the rules; Hates bullying, and fake people.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Special Abilities: Animagus; Elemental Witch; Affinity to Ancient Magic; Charms; Potions; DADA and Dark Arts.

Wand: Black Walnut, Phoenix Feather Core, 10 ", semi-pliable.

Patronus: Crow

Family: Parents; Dorothea Blishwick and Bartholomew Blishwick (nee Rosier). Grandparents; Hestor Blishwick and Henrietta Blishwick (nee Macmillan. Great-Grandparents; Ernest Blishwick and Tabitha Blishwick (nee Ollivander). Great-Great-Grandparents; Jimbo Blishwick and Misapinoa Blishwick (nee Black). Great-Great Uncle; Garrick Ollivander. Second cousins Sirius Black and Regulus Black.

Relationships: Severus Snape. Pandora Lovegood. Xenophelius Lovegood. Luna Lovegood. Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy.

Fancast: Eva Green

Favourite bands: Black Sabbath; Nirvana; The Cure; Fleetwood Mac; Joni Mitchell; Patti Smith.

Favourite quote: 'How do you know I'm mad?' 'You must be, or you wouldn't have come here.'

Favourite phrase: Satan and all his demons!

[depulsorpg]

You are cordially invited for one night of spooks & scares. Attendance & costumes are a must… or else. Where : The Forbidden Forest, of course. When : Eight o’clock sharp. DON’T be late. Don’t miss out on the horrors, and fun, that awaits!

MONDAY, OCTOBER 31ST.

Four perfectly scrawled letters in dripping crimson with a faint metallic scent are taped to the entrance of each House. An invitation, or a warning, to the event of the season. Nobody is sure of who sent the invite  — whether it be a professor or a student attempting to outdo Ludo’s party — but none are willing to dismiss it considering the blatant warning of what might happen if they choose not to attend. Besides, it could be fun. That, or an opportunity. An opportunity for three to strike again, or for the Order to continue recruiting members before their first upcoming meeting.

7:30 PM

A thick mist covers the expanse of the forest from the knees down as students tremble with anticipation. A few stand on their tiptoes to sneak a peak, but all that can be seen within is a dark pathway which leads deeper into the woods. Some begin to question their choice of attendance as they all stand around at the outskirts waiting for admittance or a sign of which way to go. A few grumbles can even be heard from the back as students start to shuffle in close, seeking warmth in numbers to chase away the October chill. But then, at the strike of eight o’clock, a pathway begins to light up; jack-o-lanterns flickering to life in carved screams of horror or diabolical grins.

Students begin to hesistantly walk the path; many eyes alert and searching at the slightest howl or snap of a twig. Others cling to the arms of their campanions as they swear they’ve spotted a thestral to the side of the pathway, following, watching them. One begins to scream towards the back, swatting at their feet, because they could feel spiders crawling up their legs. Eventually, though, the pathway leads to a wide clearing where students have to take less measured steps to avoid tripping over tree roots as they stumble through the mist.

At the first step of a student’s foot in the clearing, a low timbre of music begins to fill the space as floating candles, too, flicker to life. Bringing light to twelve small round tables that form a huge circle around a patch of grass. Mushrooms, pumpkins, goblets overflowing with smoke, and skulls — possibly human — are sporadically placed on the lacy gray tablecloths. Pumpkins begin to spew out orange smoke that leads up into the night sky, and as you look up you begin to see a canopy of cobwebs crawling with spiders beneath a wanning gibbous moon. When your eyes come back down to the ground, four masked figures in pitch black suits come out from all different sides of the forest with inviting smirks, their hands beckoning you to come join them for the night. A night meant to be full of devious behavior and revelvry. A night to become your costume instead of being yourself. A night to simply exist and dance, without worrying over who your dance partner may be.

Whilst this is going on, though. Nobody thinks of what might be going on at the castle. Everyone is lost to the music. To the dance. In a blissful trance. Nobody even once considers who might be breaking into Hogwarts as they let the party consume them.

OOC INFORMATION CAN BE FOUND UNDER THE CUT.

A fun little Halloween Event for all students to enjoy! Keep your eyes peeled out for some perhaps not so sweet surprises, but its sure to be an event not to be missed!

RANDOM THREAD PAIRINGS:

Walden McNair & Andromeda Black

Narcissa Black & Marlene McKinnon

Regulus Black & Dorcas Meadowes

Isobel Clemonte & Damon Mulciber

Amycus Carrow & Dirk Cresswell

Nadiya Krum & Emmeline Vance

Amelia Bones & Mary Macdonald

Rita Skeeter & Severus Snape

Barty Crouch Jr & Florence Blishwick

Alecto Carrow & Greta Catchlove

Evan Rosier & Gideon Prewett

Lily Evans & Theo Stebbins

Fabian Prewett & Ludo Bagman

Remus Lupin & Rodolphus Lestrange

Ted Tonks & Charity Burbage

Sirius Black & Bellatrix Black

Alice Fortescue & Edgar Bones

James Potter & Rabia Shafiq & Lucius Malfoy

MORE THINGS TO NOTE:

You will be allowed to create threads (so that means both replying to starters and creating your own) for this event!

Please tag your starters with DEPULSOSTARTER & DEPULOSEVENT003.

The in-game dates for this plot drop are MONDAY, OCTOBER 31ST FROM SIX AM-MIDNIGHT.

Keep all threads after 8PM in the FORBIDDEN FOREST