#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.

[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.

[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]

[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

[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)

[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.

[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

[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

[maraudersindieplots]

QUIDDITCH: GRYFFINDOR VERSUS SLYTHERIN

SUNDAY, JANUARY 19TH.

There’s a palpable tension in the air. Never has there been a greater competitive streak and divide between two houses than there’s been for Slytherin and Gryffindor. But more than tension is an electric excitement that fills every empty seat on the entire Quidditch Pitch. After Ravenclaw’s hard fought win against Slytherin and Hufflepuff’s surprising win against Gryffindor, no one could tell who would reign victorious in today’s game.

That day’s announcer, Genevieve Wood, steps up to the podium, her loud voice echoing loud through the cheering cries of ‘Score up, Slytherin!’ and ‘Fly High, Gryffindor!’

“First game of the new term! ... Slytherin versus Gryffindor!”

There’s cheers and screams of excitement. Flags and banners wave eagerly all around the pitch. It seemed almost as though the entire school has shown up to the game that day.

“Aaaand, here they are, folks! The Slytherin team steps up. Vanity, Mulciber, Lestrange, Talkalot, Avery, Carrow and Black. On the opposite end, Gryffindor. Potter, Prewett, McKinnon, Purkiss, Frazer, Stebbins and Blishwick. Team Captains James Potter and Emma Vanity approach to shake hands. From the looks on their faces, I think we can expect quite a game today...”

“Mount your brooms, please,” calls Madam Hooch. Each member of the team puts on their goggles to shield their eyes from the harsh winter winds above. All legs immediately swing over each broomsticks. Only a few more seconds pass before brooms fly through the air as players take their respective positions.

“Players take their positions as Madam Hooch prepares to begin the game. No doubt she’s just finished giving them the ‘play fair’ talk!” There’s snickers and mutters from the audience. “... Bludgers’a just been let loose, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember: the Seeker that catches the Snitch ends the game.”

Madam Hooch personally takes out the Quaffle and there’s a pause before she tosses it into the air. "... The Quaffle is released... and the game begins!”

Loud cheers and claps reverberate through the stadium.

“Talkalot’s got the Quaffle! Look at her go!!! McKinnon is on her tail. Lestrange tries to get open but Potter’s stoppin' at nothing to get him distracted-”

Collective gasps.

“OH!! Stebbins has just blocked a Bludger for McKinnon! That’s what we call teamwork, folks. McKinnon is racing on ahead- even Avery canna get a hit in and boy is he trying. Swear that one coulda broken a- OH, McKinnon’s almost there! She throws-”

Bated breath.

“MULCIBER BLOCKS IT!”

Groans from Gryffindor’s side and loud cheers and frantic banner waving from Slytherin.

“Lestrange has got the Quaffle and throws it to Vanity. Vanity races on ahead. OH! Frazer just saved Potter from a nasty Bludger. Vanity dodges a Bludger and Carrow hits it back to Potter. She throws it to Talkalot! WOO! Good gear comes in sma' bulk, look at Talkalot goooo!”

There are frantic cheers from the Slytherin side as they watch Lucinda race past Brianne, Florence and Marlene. “I dinna ken where she gets that speed and dodgin’ from! She’s almost to the hoops, folks! Prewett is heavily distracted by a couple a’ bludgers from Avery!”

Everyone watches with bated breath as Brianne and Theo frantically try to hit a bludger towards Lucinda. Marlene races towards Lucinda... There’s both cheers and groans throughout the stands.

“UNBELIEVABLE! PREWETT BLOCKS IT! The lad saves Gryffindor with an impressive hit from BELOW his broom! How he hung on and didn’t fall on his arse, I dinna ken-”

“The Quaffle goes to Potter. Avery hits a real good bludger over, ah- HIT! Potter’s broom is spinnin’! Vanity’s got the Quaffle and she’s closely flanked by Lestrange and Talkalot. Potter’s got his bearings, looks like he’s chasing after her with McKinnon and Purkiss!”

“Vanity’s close, flittin’ like I’ain ever seen her before... Oh...OH!” More elevated cheers from the crowd. “She tossed it to Lestrange who tossed it back, barely makin’ it over Purkiss and Vanity got in a mad throw but PREWETT BLOCKED IT AGAIN! Slytherin’s looking crabbit now, folks!”

“Potter’s got the Quaffle now and he’s racin’ with McKinnon at his side! No news yet from Black and Blishwick, they’re lookin’ ‘round the field but no Snitch in sight just yet... Quaffle is thrown to Purkiss and it’s thrown to McKinnon- Talkalot is tryin’ get in there- AH! That was close folks, quaffle is back to Potter. Stebbins and Frazer are doin’ a fine job of keepin’ ‘em bludgers off their Chasers but Carrow and Avery are not givin’ up!”

There’s a moment of silence, bated breath as James continues to race towards the Slytherin hoops with the team and sudden cheers. “ --- LOOKS LIKE THERE’S NO STOPPIN’ ‘EM!”

“The quaffle is thrown- OOOH! Mulciber saw ‘em coming! He blocks it and hits it real good there! The quaffle barely misses Frazer! Is she alright? Oh- OH!”

There are collective gasps all around and groans from the Slytherin side as the bludger slams against Damon’s shoulder. Regulus comes down from his search, he barely makes it in time to steady his teammate before Damon almost falls.

“THEO SLAMS A BLUDGER TO MULCIBER! That does NOT look good, folks! Black flies back up and Mulciber, lookin’ worse for wear. OOF- that’s definitely broken. He’s quickly bein’ escorted to the Mediwix by Hooch. Is that- OH!”

Gasps as Alecto slams a bludger towards Theo. “THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE! What Carrow is doing while McKinnon’s got the quaffle, I dinna ken. We got Avery on McK- OH, STEBBINS IS RACING TOWARDS CARROW!���

More gasps as Theo nearly slams into Alecto. “ARE THEY- LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE TRYING TO UNSEAT EACH OTHER!”

There’s a loud whistle and Madam Hooch flies up to seperate them while Marlene races towards the Slytherin hoops with the Quaffle. “ --- MCKINNON SCORES!”

The collective section of Gryffindors stand up, screaming and cheering while frantically waving their banners and flags. “10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR! WHAT A SCORE!” James and Marlene high-five each other in passing. “Looks like Stebbins and Carrow been given a penalty and Lestrange and Vanity are tryna to keep their eyes on their undefended hoops without their Keeper in the game!”

The game lasts another 20 minutes. Without Damon Mulciber as Keeper for Slytherin and the rest of the Slytherin team trying to keep an eye on their hoops, Gryffindor scores multiple times.

“POTTER SCORES AGAIN! GRYFFINDOR: 160, SLYTHERIN: 0!”

The Gryffindor crowd goes wild and Slytherin is rather quiet on the stands.

“FINALLY! BLISHWICK’S SEEN THE SNITCH! She’s racing towards it and Black’s on her heels! Avery sends a Bludger towards Blishwick--- CLOSE ONE, Frazer’s got her back! In all this chaos, Talkalot’s got the Quaffle again, she’s like a bullet that one! She passes it to Vanity- who passes it to Lestrange... Now it’s back to Vanity. Vanity’s on it! Carrow keeps Stebbin’s bludger off her. Avery is sendin’ ‘em towards McKinnon! Vanity passes the Quaffle to Talkalot-”

In a matter of seconds, Lucinda decides to feign her throw to the left instead of the right, trying to throw Prewett off. "Stebbins throws her bat to McKinnon- MCKINNON REDIRECTS AVERY’S BLUDGER TO TALKALOT!”

The bludger throws Lucinda off enough that Prewett notices her hesitation to throw to the left and is able to race to the right just on time. “BLOODY HELL! PREWETT BLOCKS YET AGAIN! THE LAD IS ON FIRE TODAY!” The Gryffindor stands begin to cheer Gideon’s name loudly. “Purkiss’ got the Quaffle! Blishwick and Black are still chasing the snitch- looks like they almost lost it again for a second there!”

“AVERY’S SENT A BLUDGER AT MCKINNON! OH-” There are collective groans and yells of indignation from the Gryffindor stands as Marlene falls off her broom - hitting the ground below. “MCKINNON IS DOWN! Potter’s saying something over to Prewett - they both don’t look too happy! Swear, thought the Keeper was about to leave his position!”

“Black and Blishwick have lost the Snitch now in all that the chaos! And Vanity takes the Quaffle! Looks like she’s saying something to her team. Like they’re passing some info- What’s that- LOOKS LIKE SLYTHERIN’S TRYING OUT A DIFFERENT FORMATION! Lestrange is left defending the hoops, Vanity’s in the lead with Talkalot. Carrow and Avery on either sides and they’re ZOOMING!” Slytherin fans stand up and begins to cheer them on as Emma and Lucinda maintain an impressive game of tossing one other the Quaffle over the Gryffindors while the Beaters protect them.

“Prewett's ready! But the lad also looks more tired than my wee bairn of a brother after he’s been runnin’ ‘round the backyard! He barely kept that second to last one from Lestrange out of the hoops-” The cheers of delight and screams from the Slytherin side drown out everyone. “TALKALOT TOSSES THE QUAFFLE TO VANITY AND SHE SCORES!” Emma and Lucinda high five each other as the cheers from Slytherin continue.

“GRYFFINDOR: 160, SLYTHERIN: 10!″

“BLISHWICK’S ON THE SNITCH! SHE’S REACHING OUT FOR IT!” Lucinda took the quaffle but even she is now distracted as almost the entire team look over to the two Seekers racing towards the Snitch. Alecto is one of the ones who reins her focus back in and chases a bludger to hit it towards the Gryffindor seeker. Florence’s fingers touch the Snitch’s wings...

There are collective gasps, everything else almost silent on the pitch. Both James and Theo race towards the bludger coming towards Florence. James is able to hit it away with the end of broom, passing it to Theo who hits it with her bat back to Alecto. But that was enough to distract nearby Florence for a second. In a moment so unexpected, Regulus Black appears at Florence’s side and snatches the snitch from her almost-grasp with a risky maneuver.

“BLACK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!”

Thunderous cheers and applause from the Slytherin end - banners and flags waving energetically. “150 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!” There are gasps and murmurs among the cheers, groans and excited screaming.

Madam Hooch blows her whistle thrice to end the game.

“... T-That ends the game!” Wood announces, sounding surprised herself. “GRYFFINDOR: 160, SLYTHERIN: 160. IT’S A TIE.”

SUMMARY:

SCORES: Gryffindor scores 16 times ( Marlene - 6 , James - 8, Purkiss - 2 ). Slytherin scores 1 time ( Emma - 1 ). Regulus Black catches the Golden Snitch with a tricky maneuver in the air, almost slamming into Florence.

BLOCKS: Damon blocks 2 attempts at goal. Gideon Prewett blocks 10 attempts at goal, narrowly missing 4 of those blocks (2 from Lucinda and 1 from Rabastan and 1 from Emma.)

PENALTIES: Alecto and Theo receive a penalty for aggression towards each other.

INJURIES: Theo and Alecto are bruised from their fight. Damon has a broken shoulder and arm. Marlene has also broken quite a few bones from her fall and the bludger hitting her in the ribs.

FINAL SCORES: Gryffindor with 160. Slytherin with 160. It’s a tie! An unexpected and startling outcome.

[thediariesofastoriagreengrass]

Astoria Greengrass Headcanon

BEFORE DRACO

Astoria had one sister, Daphne, who was the child of Eurus and Orchid Greengrass.

Two years later Astoria was born, the child of Eurus Greengrass and Astrid Blishwick.

Astrid Blishwick died in childbirth, Astoria was raised by Eurus and his lawful wife.

In her early years of life, Astoria was led to believe that Orchid was her birth mother. It wasn’t until she was 9 years old was she or her sister told that she was a child born of an affair.

Due to Astoria’s blood born curse, she was a week late to her first year at Hogwarts. She, Dumbledore and the four heads of houses all met in Dumbledores office to have her sorted.

It took the sorting at 8.72 minutes to decide between placing her in Hufflepuff or Slytherin.

Astoria NEVER used the word “Mudblood” not because she didn’t think that Muggle-borns were lesser. She just found the word crud and beneath her.

In Astoria’s second year at Hogwarts, she was assigned to be Rachael Memery’s partner for a Charms research project. By third year she and Rachael were dating secretly. Falling in love with Rachael is what made her abandon all of the beliefs her family had taught her.

Pansy Parkinson found a love letter from the pureblood to the muggle-born girl and proceeded to read the letter out loud to the entirety of Slytherin. That night Daphne told her sister that she did not respect the relationship at all, nor would she defend her sister. She did however not wished for the younger sibling to get hurt and warned her that she should not sleep in the dorms for a while.

Luna Lovegood found Astoria sleeping in a secret passageway. She somehow knew that Rachael and Astoria were dating, you know like Luna does, and snuck her into Ravenclaw tower.

For the next few years Astoria would go back and forth between the dorms but mostly stayed in Ravenclaw, to the point that many of the students thought she was a Ravenclaw.

Astoria was good friends with the Creevy brothers.

Astoria had a photographic memory and loved to read which made her an excellent test taker. By her third year, she had already skipped two grades. She stayed with her year for classes but the teachers would assign her higher level assignments.

The night that the Death Eaters broke into Hogwarts Rachael and Astoria were walking back from a date. Hearing the commotion Rachael wanted to jump into action. Astoria held her back and made her not join the fight. The last thing Astoria wanted was to lose her. The next day Rachael broke up with her. Within the short remaining time at Hogwarts Astoria found every book she could find about portkeys and taught herself how to make one. A week after summer break began Astoria showed up on Rachael’s doorstep with a portkey and some money. She convinced Rachael that she and her family HAD to leave the country, for their safety. It took a while but eventually, Rachael relented knowing that she had to protect her family. The portkey took Rachael and her family to Canada where Astoria had arranged for them to stay.

During the war, Astoria would sneak to the other dorms to give them food and medicine.

She fought in the battle of Hogwarts.

She held Dennis as he cried over his brother.

[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!