#Isolde Rosier

[jazminrhode1]

Chapter 3: Platform 9 3/4

The Malfoy’s and Rosier’s stood at the train station, their presence as imposing as it was refined. The crisp black robes were immaculate, not a single thread out of place. Draco Malfoy’s platinum blonde hair was scraped back, every strand perfectly in place, while Isolde’s long, jet-black hair was neatly tucked into a low, sophisticated bun at the nape of her neck. Her father, Aaric, pushed her trolley of belongings with a distinct air of authority, his sharp features contorted into a look of distaste as he muttered about his disgust for muggles under his breath. Isolde, though used to her father's prejudice, could still feel the tension in the air as she held her mother’s hand.

She glanced back at Draco, catching his eye. He gave her a wink, a mischievous glint in his icy gaze. Isolde felt a surge of warmth, but before she could respond, her mother squeezed her hand firmly, guiding her toward the barrier. Isolde followed her mother, taking one last look at Draco before they passed through.

The platform on the other side was like something out of a dream. The Hogwarts Express stood tall, its red exterior gleaming, steam billowing out from its nostrils as if eager to begin its journey. Isolde’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen the train many times before in pictures, but now, with her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation, it felt different. This was the beginning of her own journey.

Her father moved toward the train, intent on dropping off her belongings, while her mother and Narcissa Malfoy gathered her and Draco close.

"Take care of each other," Narcissa said softly, her usually cold demeanour melting into something almost tender.

Isolde nodded, turning to smile at Draco, before her father returned and kneeled in front of her. His cold eyes softened, just for a moment, as he tucked the small black pendant under her tunic, ensuring it lay close to her heart.

"Take care," Aaric murmured, his voice low but firm. "And remember who you are."

He kissed her on the forehead, standing up and giving her a final hug. She wrapped her arms around her waist and held on tight. The weight of his hand on her shoulder told her to let go.

Her mother, ever composed, scooped her into a tight embrace. "Be careful," she whispered, "And make us proud."

Narcissa pressed a soft kiss to Isolde’s cheek, her lips cool, before stepping back to join her husband. Lucius Malfoy gave a curt nod, offering no words, but his gaze was steady, a silent form of approval.

Draco’s mother squeezed his shoulder one last time, and then he reached for Isolde’s hand, tugging her gently toward the train. Together, they boarded, waving at their parents one last time before disappearing into the train’s cool interior.

Hand in hand, Draco and Isolde walked down the corridor, their footsteps muffled by the train's rhythmic hum. They found an empty compartment near the middle of the train, and as soon as they sat, the door slid open. Crabbe and Goyle loomed in the doorway, looking expectantly at Draco.

"Mind if we join?" Crabbe asked, his voice gruff.

"Fine," Draco replied, unbothered.

Blaise, who had arrived just moments later, leaned against the doorframe with a mischievous grin. "I heard Harry Potter’s on the train," he said, glancing around as though expecting the boy to appear at any moment.

Draco’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I heard the same. If he has power from You-Know-Who, I reckon he’ll end up in Slytherin."

Isolde nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. The thought of Harry Potter in Slytherin was both intriguing and unsettling. She could almost feel the tension in the air between the houses. The trolley lady soon arrived, and before anyone could speak, Crabbe and Goyle had already bought half the trolley’s contents, devouring everything in sight with no thought to manners.

Isolde grimaced, her lip curling in disgust. She grabbed the edges of her robes, excusing herself with a polite nod before heading for the bathroom to change. The train's long corridors were filled with chatter and laughter, but she kept her head down as she navigated the crowds.

As she turned a corner, she nearly collided with someone. A voice called out, and she looked up to find a girl standing in front of her. "Excuse me, have you seen a toad? A big, fat one?" the girl asked, looking flustered.

Isolde's nostrils flared. "No, I haven’t," she snapped, before pushing her way into a cubicle.

When she returned, Crabbe and Goyle had fallen asleep, snoring loudly and Draco was gone. She rolled her eyes. "They are quite useless," she muttered to Blaise, who had taken her seat by the window. Blaise gave her a sly grin, the kind she had seen her father give when he found something amusing. For some reason, Isolde liked it.

The journey continued, and soon enough, the train began to slow as they approached the station. As the train came to a stop, the sound of a giant’s voice boomed over the noise of the train, calling the first years to follow him to the boats. Isolde glanced at Draco, who was already standing, offering his hand to help her down from the train.

The first years were gathered in small groups, and Isolde stayed close to Draco, her hand gripping his tightly. As they made their way toward the boats, Isolde could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. The castle loomed ahead, its towers reaching high into the sky, and she couldn’t help but feel a mixture of awe and excitement. The boats rocked gently on the water as they climbed aboard, the lanterns casting an ethereal glow as they floated toward the distant castle.

The sight of Hogwarts at night was breathtaking. The dark silhouette of the castle reflected on the lake, the windows of the towers flickering with light. Isolde could feel the thrill of it, the ancient magic that thrummed through the air, pulling her toward the castle.

Draco sat beside her, and Goyle occupied the seat behind them, while Blaise and Crabbe were struggling in the boat beside them. She tightened her grip on Draco's hand, feeling the pull of something bigger than herself as they sailed toward Hogwarts. She could see the silhouettes of the other boats, the lanterns bobbing in the water, it was magical.

Isolde took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs. The world around her seemed to fade as she sat beside Draco, the excitement of the night and the promise of what was to come swelling in her chest.

They ducked underneath a curtain of ivy which hid a wide opening in the cliff face. The boats floated down a long, dark tunnel that seemed to be taking them under the castle. They docked in what seemed to be an underground harbour and climbed up onto the rocks,

“Oi! You there. Is this your toad?” Hagrid called.

“Trevor!” Neville cried as he stumbled forward to grab him.

“Follow me,” Hagrid called from the bottom of the stone steps. The first-years climbed up the stone steps behind Hagrid, excited chatter filling the castle and stopped outside a massive wooden door. Hagrid disappeared inside for a moment, leaving the first-years to murmur among themselves. The air was heavy with anticipation, but the quiet didn’t last long. Draco stepped forward, his movements confident, breaking the uneasy silence.

“So, it’s true then,” he said, his voice cutting through the chatter. “What they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

All eyes turned to Draco, who stood flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. The pair wore their usual expressions, somewhere between stupid and mean. Draco gestured to them with a nod of his head.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle,” he said, his voice dripping with nonchalance. “That’s Blaise.” He inclined his head slightly toward Blaise, who was standing back, watching the scene with a wry grin.

“And Isolde,” Draco added, spitting out the other boys’ names but saying hers with distinct respect.

Isolde tilted her chin up slightly, meeting Harry Potter’s curious gaze. Draco continued, his smirk widening.

“I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Ron snickered, his laugh cutting through the tense moment. Isolde’s sharp eyes darted to him, instantly recognising the freckled face and fiery red hair.

“Think my name’s funny, do you?” Draco snapped, his smirk vanishing into a sneer. “No need to ask for yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley.”

Ron’s smirk faltered, and he swallowed hard, glancing nervously between Draco and Isolde, whose glare was as piercing as her father’s.

Draco turned his attention back to Harry, his voice low and deliberate. “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He extended his hand to Harry, his pale fingers steady.

Harry hesitated, then replied coolly, “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

Isolde felt a rush of fury, her fingers curling into fists as she reached for her wand. She lunged forward, her rage bubbling over. “You��” she started, her voice trembling with anger, but Blaise grabbed her arm, pulling her back before she could act.

“Easy,” Blaise muttered, his tone calm but firm.

Draco put up a hand, silencing any further movement, before turning his head slightly to the side. His smirk returned as if Harry’s rejection meant nothing at all.

Before another word could be said, the massive doors to the Great Hall creaked open, revealing the glowing grandeur within. The first years turned as one, their anger, nerves, and excitement momentarily forgotten as they stared at the magnificent sight.

Isolde let out a shaky breath, her anger simmering just below the surface as the group began to file in. She caught Draco’s eye, and he gave her a subtle nod, a silent reminder to stay composed. She fell in line, her heart pounding, her eyes fixed on the enchanted ceiling as they stepped into the Great Hall.

[slytherinsomniari]

Hogwarts Legacy OC Portraits

I finally finished it! Here are the portraits of all my named HL OCs! Didn't realize how long portraits would take but they're here at last! 😁 thanks to @/ lov_emovere_ on twitter for the inspiration! I still have some OCs not included but they aren't named so unfortunately I couldn't include them in this.

[vendettagala]

Characters: “Benvenuta, Villains.”

Aaron Koswminski as Suguru Geto

Aaron Reynard Halbert as William James Moriarty

Achilles Bryont Everhart as Eichi Tenshouin

Adriel Nikephoros Flemings as Zima

Aideon Igna Karvillian as Veritas Ratio

Ainsley Salvatore as Acheron

Aleksei Kashnakov as Tartaglia

Alkonost as Nikolai Gogol

Arth-Vinhen Lothaire as Scar

Asadier Karkaroff as Dan Heng

Aubryne Lituhayu Ainsworth as Han Sooyoung

Baskara Purnama as Goro Akechi

Celeste Sevyn Jehovah as Kaveh

Celestian Rousseau as Arlecchino

Claudius Ambrose as Vyn Richter

Cômme-Vautrin Noël as Aventurine

Don Quixote Immanuel as Kamisato Ayato

Ejna Druski as Himeko

Elias Vero as Charlie Zha

Elsher Calthorpe as Figaro

Fionnán Desmond as Gojo Satoru

Frederico Simanjuntak as Kishibe

Heather Barebone as Isolde von Dittarsdorf

Illyashevich Ivanov as Mephisto

Isabella De Luca as Columbina

Lloyd as Wrench

Lorray Deniseill Rhyme as Wanderer

Median Quintrel as Rahu

Mirajane Caterine Salvadore as Makima

Miriam Sherman as La Signora

Ragna Alvis Bondevik as Kujo Tenn

Rosier Gallant as Marius Von Hagen

Salvatore Iovianno as Blade

Selatan Barat Daya as Armin Arlert

Sieglinde Reichler as Shalom

Siobhan Royce Lebedev as Stelle

Sirin as Fyodor Dostoevsky

Tedric Zan Clavier Ettore as Jumin Han

Valerie Noir as Ruan Mei

Vasya Faulkner as Finn Oldman

Vladimir Ivanovitch Montague as Periot Chambers

Zachary Lookeheart as Chris Redgrave

We would love to have all names on the list enjoyed the loving week only at the Belliard’s Palace. We hope for your confirmation of your attendance, our dearest guests.

Roleplay Purposes

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[adhonoremrp]

it is with a heavy heart that i announce my departure from adhonoremrp. it has been a wonderful few years writing with you all, and i love you very much! in saying that, please unfollow my blog here. the following characters have been dropped. this is what has happened to them (with the addition of a few other characters as requested)

the following characters will not be reopened for applications:

aeros rosier is missing, presumed dead. mieke roux and elodie corbin have gone looking for him, and posted a notice on the door that danika levi is custodian in the owner’s absences.

damien & mathias ricci have returned to italy. the new ownership of aeos library is not known yet.

there has been a fire at avery manor, which has sadly claimed the lives of paris avery and victoria moreau. there is speculation as to who was behind the arson, and if there is more to the story.

piper potts and edmund cuffe have eloped and moved to italy, where they plan to start a family away from the chaos of the wizarding war.

luca ollivander and mara lovelace have vanished without a trace. there are rumours that they were seen with their adopted daughter in scotland, but no one can be sure.

harriet gray was found dead in her home last night. it looks as if there was a break in, but nothing was taken. investigations are still underway.

elena montague has closed down her lawfirm, and has not been seen in weeks. there are rumours surrounding her break up with torin yaxley.

lorenzo de rose has left england for a world tour, and has no plans to return to england with his fiancee maisie buchanan for quite some time.

vivienne de lioncourt and arturo valencia will remain at their carnival, but vivienne will be an NPC. the same goes for miguel ortiz.

myra yadav was found dead in an ally near knockturn, seemingly stabbed from behind. an investigation is still underway.

laviscount gallery was placed in the care of ramona laviscount’s cousin, sorina, and she has returned to america to seek out her coven following her separation with her husband.

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dawn reinhart, eryx vespertine, eryn vespertine, athena winters, harlee solace, jude arnoult, jimena desai, isolde sempronia, myra yadav, natalia hawthorne, moxie katz, rayen ruiz, mai starr, jupiter starr, nari mina , ronan prince and raoul verlice no longer exist in the world of this roleplay. their faceclaims are now open. characters based off of their inspirations/connections may be taken up in replacement. these characters may live on in indie rps of mine, who knows! same goes for any of the characters mentioned above. this is their fates in THIS roleplay.

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the following characters may be reopened at the discretion of their ships/family connections, should the players wish to continue their stories: albion crabbe, fitzroy masaki, tyson huxley and darcy killick.

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and lastly, the following canon characters have been reopened: mary macdonald and mundungus fletcher.

i love you all so very much, and i am so glad to have been a part of this wonderful group for such a long time. it will forever hold a place in my heart.

with love, admin kels.

[chaoswillfallrpg]

RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE is TWENTY-NINE YEARS OLD and a DEFENCE BARRISTER in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like JACK FALAHEE and considers himself NEUTRAL. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death, murder

Raised to have a strict worldview due to the fanatic attitudes of his parents, Rodolphus Lestrange has never had reason to question the nature of his reality. Rodolphus and his family resided in the beauty of Lestrange Manor in Nottinghamshire, Rodolphus’ childhood family home stood secluded on the outskirts of Nottingham. A gothic chateaux that took inspiration from their family home of the same name near Paris, it was surrounded by fields and trees, far away from muggles and cloaked in magic in the event any came for a walk in the forest. Brought up away from the Muggle world they detested, with only his mother and father for company until his younger RABASTAN was born, Rodolphus was absorbed in the thinking of his parents with very little reason to doubt anything outside of their word. MARIE LESTRANGE loved her children more than she loved herself and showered both Rodolphus and his younger brother in affection. Whilst most Pure-Blood families they associated with had nannies and school masters to aid in the raising of their children, Marie disagreed with handing her children over to someone else and insisted on doing everything herself with only the aid of a single house-elf Posy for help. She taught her children to read and write and ensured they were fluent in French by the time they went off to school and well versed in many authors that had been pre-approved by Marie for them to read. 

Rodolphus and his younger brother were raised given almost everything they could ever ask for with a childhood spent taking afternoon tea in the garden and discussing the future she wanted her boys to have. His mother upheld tradition and longed for her children to make respectable Pure-Blood marriages to people who loved them. The relationship his mother and father shared captured the attention of a young Rodolphus, who longed to have a relationship like the one his parents shared and provide for them and the rest of his family. Though the Lestrange family were wealthy, their ancestors had wasted a lot of the Lestrange family fortune throwing balls and having custom couture outfits made to line the walls of their wardrobes. The building of the British Lestrange Manor cost their family a great deal and began the long tradition of the Lestrange family working in government and slowly rebuilt the fortune the rest of the wizarding world had no idea they had slowly lost, beginning with Radolphus Lestrange of who he was named. His father THIEBUAT LESTRANGE worked directly for The Minister as her Senior Undersecretary, a job which he believed was beneath him especially in a traitorous administration and had aspirations of climbing higher. His plan would be to groom Rodolphus to work in government and have him infiltrate The Department of Magical Law Enforcement to keep an eye on the goings on there and report back to him. 

Before Rodolphus was sent off to Hogwarts he was given one particular request from his parents and that was to grow close to influential families within the wizarding world, particularly the Pure-Blood families who his father remarked he might need in the future. BELLATRIX BLACK was of particular interest to his parents, with a father who worked in Wizgamot and wealth and beauty that would make a good wife. Rodolphus went to school in the knowledge she’d be someone he’d need to at the very least befriend but was disappointed with the person he found. Bellatrix was incredibly loud and opinionated with a fondness for torturing other children and an inability to follow even the most simplest set of rules as did her friends CASTOR WILKES and EVAN ROSIER. An intelligent young man, Rodolphus had a high opinion of himself which was solidified by the praising of teachers and almost flawless grades which made hanging around Bellatrix and her posse even more difficult for him. He tried to keep them sweet by sitting with them at parties and occasionally handing in a page of homework for them but mostly preferred to seek the company of his roommates LUCIUS MALFOY, ARISTAEUS GREENGRASS who he found far less tiresome despite Lucius’ over inflated ego and Eirik’s constant mood swings. Though he narrowly missed out on being a Prefect due to PROFESSOR SLUGHORN’s clear favoritism of Lucius, Rodolphus did graduate a celebrated member of the Slytherin Quidditch team and Slug Club which greatly pleased both his parents. 

Upon graduating from Hogwarts, Rodolphus was quickly swept up into a job at the Ministry and began training under Bellatrix’s father CYGNUS BLACK. Rodolphus wasn’t quite sure if it was his legal knowledge, spotless record from Hogwarts or a polite word from Bellatrix or his father that had made Cygnus agree to be his mentor, but either way he was glad to have such a respected name in the wizarding world teaching him how to practise law. Training to become a barrister was certainly grueling and required Rodolphus to sacrifice the majority of his personal life in order to be taken seriously by Cygnus. When he wasn’t at the office, he spent the majority of his time at the Black family home helping Cygnus prep for his cases and eating dinner with his family who had come to slowly replace Rodolphus’ own due to the amount of time he spent with them. Bellatrix thankfully was hardly ever home, supposedly travelling or working on personal projects her father hoped would be beneficial to their family Rodolphus had chalked up to meaning a polite term for finding some direction beyond sneering at mudbloods and barking at her sisters. The Black family seriously lacked direction from Rodolphus’ point of view, NARCISSA seemed harmless but if you looked at her often enough you’d see the way she looked at men with eyes like a snake, burrowing into the souls of helpless men. 

Rodolphus had been suspicious for some time that Narcissa's trained gaze had been on his younger brother, considering he’d notice him acting strangely lately and spending a lot of time at the Black home, which he disliked. Bellatrix was Bellatrix. Then there was ANDROMEDA, the middle daughter who was quiet and studious. She cared not for parties and rolled her eyes at the idea of finding a husband often along with a rude quip that made Rodolphus chuckle to himself. The two exchanged the odd piece of polite conversation, though Rodolphus only fully began speaking to her when he took over her father’s job when he became a judge. Andromeda had graduated from an accomplished witch with a longing to learn and better the world she’d been raised in which he found both admirable and misguided considering she came from wealth and privilege as he did. Nevertheless he agreed to train her using the same methods her father had used on him. The life they had chosen was a lonely one and whilst Andromeda did have friends and a personal life he noticed she spent the majority of her evenings in his apartment in High Gate attempting to find something useful which would help them win their cases and slowly became more than just his mentee. He began to learn things about her that he found interesting, her relationship with her sisters and her theories on blood purity he hadn’t really considered before. 

Rodolphus still thought being a Pure-Blood made you better than others, but he did consider those he knew of the same blood as them who were not fit to wipe their shoes. As Andromeda nears the end of her training, Rodolphus has come to regard her as a close friend of his and a much needed warmth in his life he’d been missing in the pursuit of greatness. Though their caseload is often petty crimes such as underage wizards using magic, there have been a few more interesting cases recently that have kept both him and Andromeda busy as Aurors attempt to find the culprit of those kidnapping and killing multiple people across London. Most recently the pair have been defending SILAS CRUMP, an unregistered werewolf frightened he’d be framed for the killing of his daughter. Supposedly found by a witch and wizard he can’t recall the names of, Silas was put under the Imperius Curse and given a false memory both he and Andromeda can’t seem to break through. Curious, the pair have been trying to find other cases of other magical creatures with similar stories, until the case took a turn. The Minister’s son BOOKER BAGNOLD was found dead in the Ministry’s fountain on Halloween with one named attached to the killing. Silas Crump. Confident there is more lurking underneath the case, Rodolphus won’t rest until he has won his case but with his client missing, people closest to him keeping secrets and dark forces at play has no idea what else he may be uncovering in the process. 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male 

Sexuality  → Up To Player

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin) 

Societies → N/A

Family → Thiebaut Lestrange (father), Marie Lestrange (mother), Rabastan Lestrange (brother), Ilar Travers (uncle), Vivienne Travers (aunt), Isolde Travers (cousin), Evora Travers (cousin)

Connections  → Aristaeus Greengrass (best friend), Andromeda Black (close friend/mentee/potential love interest), Lucius Malfoy (close friend), Decius Flint (friend), Bellatrix Black (friend), Castor Wilkes (friend), Isolde Travers (friend), Cygnus Black (ex-mentor), Silas Crump (client), Regulus Black (assistant) 

Future Information → Eventual Member of The Death Eaters, Husband of Bellatrix Black

RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE IS A LEVEL 7 WIZARD.

[thegoldenyearsrp]

                          ( &. THE DAILY PROPHET .& )

                                                                                                              15 de marzo de 1983.

❝ Fotografías de más de veinte jóvenes aparecieron pegadas en las paredes del Callejón Diagon esta mañana. Nadie consigue explicar su procedencia, mucho menos los taches marcados sobre varias de las imágenes. Los aurores realizan una extensiva investigación para discernir su origen, sin embargo acorde a los recientes comunicados, poco se conoce de la hilera de retratos descubierta. Para mayor información, pase a la página siguiente. ❞

PERSONAJES MIEMBROS DE LA COMUNIDAD PURISTA:

Adolph Mulciber 

Aether Li

Aiden Carrow

Alec Selwyn

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Andreas Nott (fotografía tachada)

Augustus Rookwood

Aurora Rowle

Baptiste Travers

Bellatrix Lestrange

Byron Gibbon

Calista Gibbon (fotografía tachada)

Carlotta Flint (fotografía tachada)

Catrina Zabini

Corban Yaxley

Dane Higgs

Dorothy Flint

Edmund Avery

Eleanor Parkinson

Emma Vanity

Evan Rosier (fotografía tachada)

Everett Wilkes

Fabianna Pucey (fotografía tachada)

Florence Greengrass (fotografía tachada)

Hans Zabini (fotografía tachada)

Isolde Higgs

Leon Travers (fotografía tachada)

Lucinda Talkalot

Lucius Malfoy

Margaret Nettles

Melissa Greengrass

Narcissa Malfoy

Natasha Selwyn

Ophelia Wilkes

Rabastan Lestrange

Regulus Black (fotografía tachada)

Robbie Flint

Rodolphus Lestrange

Scarlett Travers

Verena Carrow

Vincent Greengrass

Walden MacNair

Zachary Parkinson

Zephyr Parkinson

Zoe Nettles

PUNTOS IMPORTANTES:

IMPORTANTE: Como recordarán algunos de nuestros usuarios, esta trama se realizó hace algún tiempo, sin embargo se llevó a cabo durante Navidad y por ende no fue roleada y en procedencia, cancelada. Por lo mismo les pedimos que, si ustedes estuvieron presentes entonces, borren aquello de la historia de sus personajes y tomen esta trama como si fuera la primera vez que se suscita.

Esta mañana, pegadas sobre todo el Callejón Diagon, se encuentran fotografías de todos los jóvenes pertenecientes a la comunidad purista. Nadie tiene idea de donde vienen, pero lo que más llama la atención es que unas cuantas se encuentran marcadas con un enorme tache rojo; justamente corresponden a los puristas que han sido asesinados en los últimos años y meses, lo cual levantaba sospechas sobre su seguridad y así mismo siembra dudas entre los puristas. El resto de las fotografías permanecen intactas, sin embargo se trata de una clara amenaza a los restantes, debido a las palabras que rezan en rojo pintarrajeando todo el Callejón: Ustedes son los siguientes.

A pesar de los deseos de la comunidad purista, ninguna foto ha sido removida debido a las investigaciones que se están llevando a cabo.

Aquí sólo listamos a los personajes del roleplay, recuerden que hay muchos más jóvenes puristas (como los hermanos de sus personajes) con su fotografía colgada.

Pueden utilizar toda esta información para starters, convos o demás !!

[chosebravery]

me, late? you can (troy bolton vc) bet on it!!!!11!1

good morning / afternoon / evening, my children. my name is tea (or t, or anything you want; s/h pronouns) and i have been struggling with a flu for over a week now and things,,,have been difficult but i'm going to power through because i already adore this rp (the writers in here are no joke???) and i ought to present yall my daughter. i will babble a lil about her under the cut and if you want me to reach you out, like this post!!

 * △ — the dark lord has targeted [ ELIZABETH ROSIER NEE HEPBURN ] !  the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ ALICIA VIKANDER ]. the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ female ] was [ WARM & HELPFUL ] before the war, but have now become [ STUBBORN & SELF RIGHTEOUS ]. though they were once a part of [ GRYFFINDOR ], they have now taken up the position of a [ HEALER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ MUGGLEBORN ] is actually [ AN ORDER MEMBER ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet.

the only child out of a quite unlucky couple, elizabeth was born in a household where people made gold out of grass. her parents were poor and unfortunate, but they loved each other--her father still claims so, even after her mother's passing when the girl was just three. mr. hepburn's optimism was what supported them--that and his gig at a pawn/repair shop at linlithgow; while he went on that and any part times he could find to keep up rent and put his daughter through school, said girl would be at home, holding onto what needed to hold and distracting herself with tales of other worlds.

as the daughter of an immigrant and an outsider, elizabeth grew to be peculiar, standing out from the rest of the people in the small town she came to live on after her mother’s passing. on the mid fifties, on a scottish town where nothing happened, people didn’t take very kindly to strangers disrupting their routine, but it was where elizabeth was to grow nevertheless; with a few years, name calling was something she learned to become unfazed by. despite however isolated and shunned she was then, she never imagined the magic of her books could become reality--the butterflies in her stomach were both of excitement and nervousness, a mix of feelings she would come to feel many times over the rest of her life. for good or bad, she was different (and this, too, would follow her for the rest of her life).

when her letter came, what she assumed to be a well conceited prank turned out to be her new astonishing reality. as she went through a wall and boarded a train, she was both terrified and amazed.

soft spoken, quiet and isolated, with a preference for long books and a tendence for distraction, elizabeth hepburn was hardly the model person for a gryffindor--she didn't think of herself courageous when the hat was placed on her head either, but there are all kinds of courage in this world, she was told. in the seven years to follow she had never watched injustice go free, nor she backed out when someone (anyone) needed her; beneath honey and unfailing kindness, in moments necessary, her voice was like thunder and her will unbreakable.

of course, sometimes it wavered--many were the times she almost gave up the wonderful magical castle when she thought of her father, all alone. he has refused this many times: she was meant for something more than a small town with ordinary people who did not appreciate her, mr. hepburn would tell her.

those years away at hogwarts installed a tradition of very long letters, written at least twice by week--flowery, extensive and very descriptive, they are still kept to this day by the old hepburn, and its sight is enough to make the daughter blush and smile sheepish. she is a sight when excited, all who know her know her passion.

her career in “wizard medicine” was a suggestion by a professor, who was aware of her excelling in herbology and potions, and her people skills (ironically, since she, then, was not the most social kid & her willingness to socialize and reach out was belated). despite over ten years working on st mungo, she still aspires for something more; her husband & her shares a dream to open a book shop of their own, but due to more pressing events, it keeps being pushed forward.

she married domitius on the spring of 72, about 26 months after they bonded while she nursed him back to health. her interest in men -- or relationships in general -- had been nonexistent until then, so it was a surprise not only for his prejudiced pureblooded family but also for those who knew elizabeth. regardless, she claims he is first her best friend, her soulmate, then her husband--he is also father of her children: five year old twins daniel and isolde & little cosette, not much older than a year old. if you catch fictional characters names in there, you’re spot on (she is a nerd even as a mom, yes--fitting too, as her own name had come from the iconic austen heroine).

currently she works at the janus thickey ward as its healer in charge, although her presence is often required on the dai llewellyn ward due to her experience with some incidents’ injuries; it’s not uncommon to see her reading the newspapers, books and letters to the patients.

however, it has been over a year since she last stepped on st mungo. her youngest child was born on early 1978, so elizabeth has been on maternity leave since then; as much as she loves her children (and she does, overwhelmingly so), the life of a stay at home mother does not agree with her anxiety so she is very eager to return to her routine, even if it means she has to stay away from her children for more than she wished she would--she takes as advantage her father is so good with them, and always willing to crash in their spare bedroom.

she is virtually incapable of staying still--if not with her nose in a book, it’s likely she is walking around, doing whatever needs to be done around wherever she is (and this does not only apply to her own house, much to her friend’s dismay). her nervous tics include tapping her fingers, tucking her hair behind her ears and biting her lips; fiddling with her clothes and her wand also apply so it’s not uncommon she is keen to hold people’s hands to prevent the anxiety to be too transparent.

elizabeth’s ethical code is incorruptible, which is one of the main causes for any friction she may create with others--another would be her inability to stay still in face of wrongdoing; blindly, she will not admit she is a bit of a nosy judgmental holier-than-thou. thankfully (debatable for some), all that makes her just right to fight for the order.

elizabeth has an intimate knowledge of muggle mechanics, due to her father’s main line of work during her childhood years; even now, when she has lived most of her life in the wizard world, she is still curious and eager to learn and be connected with the muggle world and often finds herself doing things the muggle way.

EXTRAS (ish):

she is a saggitarius!! which is not what people first think of her, but elizabeth is just like um don’t judge a book by its cover ok. but i don’t blame people who take her as a virgo because ya know, girl is kinda....very virgo lmao (it is her ascendant anyways shhh). she was also born on 1950, which makes her a grandma tiger; she graduated hogwarts on 1968 (i don’t think there’s anyone who could have been classmates w her but,,,i’d die for this so pls bring me more old people!!!)

her wand is made of laurel wood & phoenix feather; it is quite bendy and is 10 3/4 in size. overall, i found it all very fitting!! laurel wands are said unable to perform a dishonorable act, and it does not accept lazy owners, who are often on a quest for glory -- it combines rather well with the flexibility, fitting for a woman who can not stand still / doing nothing / saying nothing for more than ten minutes.

her patronus is a weasel! people with this patronus tend to be ruled by instincts and very intuitive, and to be polite, honest and hardworking. (source)

her amortentia’s scents are old manuscripts (she is passionate about books, but she adores old editions because of how personal they are), fresh ink (she is often writing something, and always carries both quills and muggle pens with herself), the first batch of bread of the day (she just,,,loves bread. it is a very nostalgic scent for her, remeting from her childhood), geer oil (her father is a mechanic, and often she helped him), chamomile (known for its calming effects, the rosier plants chamomile in their garden & it is elizabeth’s husband to go choice of tea).

talking about scents, homegirl often smells of herbs. her husband keeps telling her she smells so good and like, yeah, he is cheesy as hell, but i’m pretty sure she does smell like heaven.

also about scents: she hates coffee and is the founder of coffee sucks society ™ . expect dissertations about this on my writing.

pretty much all else i can say / know about her are on the many profiles i’ve sent on my app. you can find them here if you don’t mind the length ( 1, 2, 3, 4) & her aesthetics here + a weheartit collection (aint nobody got time for that other site) here.

[izziehiggs]

dcnehiggs​: 

Dane extrañaba las fiestas. Las galas y eventos formales le aburrían y si bien este era muy parecido a uno el hecho de que fuera en su mansión le daba mas libertades. El castaño paso los últimos momentos de la velada junto a sus amigos y es que desde que todos se habían graduado y comenzaban a casarse y trabajar no podían juntarse como en sus épocas escolares, aparte de claramente aquel grupo había tenido perdidas como lo eran Zabini y Rosier. La voz de la rubia llamo su atención, ya todos los invitados se habían ido a sus respectivos hogares y solo quedaban ellos dos en la gran mansión. “Acabo de mandar a los últimos a sus casas” comenta mientras con una mano intenta deshacerse del nudo de la corbata. “Lo siento, Izzie me deje llevar por la fiesta” Dane Higgs no era alguien que aceptara sus errores pero con Isolde podia hacer una excepción, siempre hacia excepciones con ella. “¿Me permites corregirlo?” cuestiona el castaño a la blonda mientras busca un tenedor y toma asiento a su lado. “Puedo pedirle a los elfos que preparen una cena al mejor estilo francés solo para nosotros dos” ofrece a su esposa antes de depositar un pequeño beso en la frente de esta. Mierda, la contraria sin duda había logrado cambiar un poco del castaño y a su lado era cuando Dane era la mejor versión de si mismo. 

“Excelente, gracias cariño” Se quito los zapatos de tacón con un movimiento de pies y los tiro al suelo “Esta bien, de todas maneras cuando fui a buscarte tu madre y mi madre me acorralaron” comentó rodando los ojos, fingir desinterés era el pasatiempo favorito de Isolde, especialmente cuando su madre y su suegra se complotaban, fingia aburrimiento y desinterés hasta que se cansaban de ella “Te prometo que para tu cumpleaños haremos una fiesta con alcohol y nada de gala, ¿Qué tal?”, propuso dedicandole una pequeña sonrisa “Tal vez incluso te deje hacer la lista de invitados”, le guiño el ojo en complicidad antes de comer otro pedazo de la tarta de melaza, por supuesto que el iba a hacer la mayor parte de la lista de invitados ya que era su cumpleaños “¿Esta bien si lo hacemos mañana cuando pueda formar oraciones coherentes?” colocó la cabeza en el hombro de Dane cuando se sentó y movió la nariz contra la curva de su cuello, pasó las manos alrededor de él antes de frotar la nariz suavemente contra la piel de su cuello “Aunque me encantan las cenas francesas” Isolde tenía que admitir que le gustaba como Dane siempre la mimaba sin embargo no era lo que ella quería en ese momento “Solo necesitas besarme” Nunca lo admitiría en voz alta pero el no necesitaba arrastrarse demasiado para que Isolde lo perdonara o para enmendar cualquier error cometido. Lo besó un par de veces en el cuello antes de volver a apoyar la cabeza en su hombro.

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Chapter 4: The Sorting Hat

The buzz in the Great Hall was electric, a palpable mix of nerves and excitement as the first-years gathered, waiting to be sorted into their houses. Isolde Rosier stood among them, her back straight, her chin high, and her dark black robes pristine. She had been prepared for this moment her entire life, yet a flutter of unease coiled in her stomach.

Professor McGonagall's sharp voice rang out, commanding silence. "Now you must be sorted into your houses. The houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup."

Isolde shifted her weight, glancing at Draco beside her. His cool composure was enviable. Sensing her unease, he nudged her shoulder lightly, offering her a fleeting but reassuring smirk. It was enough to steady her nerves.

Dumbledore stood, his presence commanding but twinkling with mischief. "I have a few start-of-term notices. First, the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Second, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a most painful death."

A ripple of murmurs swept through the hall. Isolde raised a brow but said nothing, her curiosity piqued.

Professor McGonagall continued, "When I call your name, you will come forth, and I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you shall be sorted into your houses."

The names began. Isolde watched as Hermione Granger stepped forward. The Sorting Hat deliberated briefly before announcing, "Gryffindor!" Isolde felt a wave of relief. No Muggle deserved to sully the halls of Slytherin.

Next was Draco Malfoy. The hat barely touched his head before it boomed, "Slytherin!" He strode confidently to the Slytherin table, met with a wave of applause from his housemates.

Name after name was called: Susan Bones to Hufflepuff, Ron Weasley to Gryffindor—“Another one?” the hat quipped, earning laughs from the hall. Then, it was Isolde's turn.

Her heart thudded as she stepped forward, the weight of tradition pressing on her. She could feel the eyes of the hall, expectant and watchful. Taking her seat, she tilted her head up as the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head.

"Ah, Rosier," the hat mused, its voice soft yet knowing. "Only one place to put you... Slytherin." Was it her imagination, or did the hat almost shudder as it made its decision?

The Slytherin table erupted in applause. Snape gave a curt nod, his dark eyes unreadable. As she joined the table, Draco stood, pulling her into a quick hug before gesturing for her to sit beside him. 

When Harry Potter approached the dais, the hall seemed to hold its breath. Isolde noted how he hesitated, his discomfort evident. The Sorting Hat considered Slytherin for him, and for a brief, horrifying moment, she thought he might join them. But at last, it declared, "Gryffindor!"

The ceremony finished quickly, with the remaining first-years sorted into their respective houses. Once the last name was called, Dumbledore rose again, spreading his arms wide. "Let the feast begin."

The tables filled with food in an instant, a feast unlike anything Isolde had ever seen. Draco immediately began piling her plate—chicken, potatoes, corn, broccoli, pigs in blankets, and a generous helping of gravy. She watched him with a raised brow but allowed it, secretly pleased by his attention.

As they ate, their conversation turned to Harry Potter. “Did you see him hesitate?” Draco sneered. “The Boy Who Lived, terrified of Slytherin. Disgusting.”

Isolde nodded in agreement, wiping her mouth delicately. “He doesn’t belong here. Let Gryffindor deal with him.”

Nearby, Crabbe and Goyle were stuffing their faces, their manners nonexistent. Blaise Zabini looked bored, and Pansy Parkinson, seated beside Isolde, turned to introduce herself.

“I’m Pansy,” she said, her voice a touch nasal. Her pug-like face twisted into what she must have thought was a friendly smile. “Pure-blood, of course.”

Isolde gave a small, approving nod. “Isolde,” she replied curtly. Pansy yapped on for what felt like 4 hours about her childhood and how her parents worked at the Ministry and her siblings were so excited she was coming to Hogwarts.

The feast eventually ended, and the Slytherin prefect, Exo Halt, stood to guide the first-years to their dormitories. As they left the Great Hall, the torches dimmed, and the air grew cooler. The farther they descended into the dungeons, the darker and more oppressive the atmosphere became.

Finally, they reached a bare stone wall. Exo turned to them. “The password is ‘Pure-blood.’” The wall slid aside, revealing the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

Inside, the room was grand yet sombre, with green and silver tapestries hanging from the walls. The light of flickering lanterns reflected off the dark stone and the Black Lake beyond the tall windows. Plush emerald couches surrounded a roaring fireplace.

Exo explained how to reach the dormitories before dismissing them. “Boys down the hall to your left, girls, the same on your right.” Draco gave Isolde a nod before heading off with the boys. She joined Pansy and the other first-year girls as they walked down the hall to their dormitory.

Their room was elegant, with four-poster beds draped in green velvet. The polished stone floor was softened by silver rugs. A small, flickering chandelier cast shadows that danced across the ceiling.

After unpacking briefly, Isolde made her way to the bathroom. Snakes carved from marble adorned the sinks, their emerald eyes gleaming. She washed up quickly before returning to her bed, where her cat whom she named Sable was waiting. It purred contentedly as she stroked its fur, the low hum soothing her frayed nerves. With the sound of the Black Lake lapping faintly outside and the comfort of her adoring cat, she finally drifted to sleep.

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Chapter 2: Diagon Alley

Isolde gripped her mother’s hand as the warm powdery sensation of Floo powder enveloped them. A second later, they landed with a stumble in the bustling, dim-lit antique store Borgin and Burkes. The air was thick with the smell of incense and old leather. As they left the story, the cobbled streets were eerily quiet as shadowy figures drifted past in cloaks of deep black. Isolde shivered at the chill in the air, not entirely sure why Nockturn Alley always felt unsettling, even when she tried to ignore the feeling.

Her father, a tall figure in the dark, turned to her and her mother, his expression already distant. “I’ll meet you later,” he said curtly, before disappearing further down into the alley. Isolde barely had time to call after him before her mother tugged at her hand.

“Come, Isolde,” Eldora said in her smooth, melodic voice, the kind that carried both authority and warmth. She led her daughter away from the dark alley and into the brighter, busier streets of Diagon Alley. The transition was immediate: the air grew warmer, and sunlight flickered through the tall buildings that lined the cobbled street. The scent of parchment and fresh ink mingled with the sweet scent of sugar quills from a nearby sweet shop. The atmosphere here felt vibrant and alive, filled with the buzz of witches and wizards of all ages, each with their own mission for the day. A small, excited flutter of excitement bubbled up in Isolde’s chest as they approached Gringotts.

The towering white marble building loomed before them, its massive doors opening with a silent sweep as they entered. The vast hall inside was lined with gleaming golden pillars, and goblins of all sizes moved swiftly about their duties, their sharp eyes never missing a detail. Isolde noticed how her mother’s presence seemed to quiet them all. Goblins whispered and scurried away, bowing slightly as they passed. Eldora’s cold, composed demeanour was enough to make the most confident of creatures tread lightly around her.

A goblin with a long, hooked nose and sharp green eyes approached them. “Madam Eldora,” he said, bowing low. His voice was gravelly, almost fearful. “Your vault, of course.”

Eldora nodded, her expression unreadable. “After you.”

The goblin turned and led them toward the entrance to the vaults. Isolde felt a strange, almost eerie sensation as they rode down the long corridors, the stone-lined with intricate carvings that seemed to watch their every step. The journey felt endless, each turn further away from the bustling streets above. Finally, they reached their destination.

The vault was massive—larger than any Isolde had imagined. It shimmered with a dim, golden light, and the air was thick with the scent of ancient coins. Eldora stepped forward, a small but deliberate gesture, and the vault opened with a soft hiss of magic. Inside, gold and jewels were piled high, but Eldora only gathered a few handfuls of Galleons, her movements precise and quick. Isolde stood at the entrance, staring at the treasures.

Once their task was done, they left the vault behind, travelling back to the main floor of the bank. Eldora gripped Isolde’s hand and they walked toward the door. “Don’t stare, Isolde. It’s rude,” she muttered as they walked down the steps to Diagon Alley.

Next, they entered a small, elegant dress shop, its windows filled with shimmering silks and lace. The moment they stepped inside, Isolde’s mother was greeted by a woman behind the counter with a warm, knowing smile.

“Eldora! It’s been far too long,” the woman said, giving her a quick, familiar hug. “And this must be your daughter, Isolde! Congratulations on her admission to Hogwarts!”

Isolde was ushered into the dressing room without a moment’s hesitation, her mother already picking out elegant black dresses for her to try on. As the woman, whose name Isolde didn’t catch, began to pull out the fabric, Isolde couldn’t help but roll her eyes. This wasn’t the most exciting part of the day, but her mother was insistent on having everything just right.

“Stand straight,” Eldora instructed as she adjusted the neckline of one dress, a look of concentration on her face.

Isolde tried to focus, but the pressure of having to stay still, to look just so, felt stifling. She sighed, barely keeping herself from fidgeting. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally left the shop with more bags than Isolde cared to count and made their way to Olivanders.

The wand shop was small, cluttered with shelves stacked high with all manner of wand boxes. The smell of old wood and magic hung heavy in the air. Isolde barely had time to admire the dusty shelves before Olivander appeared, his eyes narrowing as he looked up from his workbench. His gaze flicked from her mother to her, and he seemed to hesitate for just a moment before nodding.

“Eldora,” he said in a quiet, reserved manner. “I believe we have the perfect wand for your daughter.”

He led them to the back of the shop, where a quiet hum seemed to pulse through the air. Isolde held her breath as Olivander retrieved several wands from the shelves, testing each one. First was a slender, vine-like wand of willow with a phoenix feather core, but it flared out in an explosion of sparks. Then, a sturdy yew wand with a dragon heartstring core sent a ripple of warmth through her fingers before it, too, failed.

Finally, Olivander’s eyes lit up as he pulled out a sleek black wand. “Ebony, 11¾ inches, dragon heartstring,” he said with quiet satisfaction, handing it to Isolde.

As soon as her fingers closed around it, the air seemed to hum with power. Her mother nodded approvingly, her lips curving into a rare smile.

Isolde didn’t want to put it down. She wanted to carry it with her for the rest of the day but, her mother insisted and placed the wand in it’s box and in one of her shopping bags.

With a wave and a curt smile they exited the shop. Aaric, who was laden with books, a small cauldron and a cage tucked under his arm was waiting for them outside. Inside the cage was a sleek, cream-colored Siamese cat with deep chocolate points on its face, ears, and paws stared up at Isolde with large, almond-shaped blue eyes.

Isolde rushed towards them, her excitement bubbling over as she peered into the cage. The cat blinked slowly, then pressed its face against the bars, clearly taking an instant liking to her. She reached out carefully, and the cat purred softly as her fingers brushed its fur.

“Isolde, do you have everything?” her father asked, his tone impatient but fond.

She nodded feverishly, not taking her eyes off the cat. Her father took her hand in his as they made their back to Knockturn Alley, Isolde’s new belongings following behind them. At Cinder & Slate, the Malfoy family was already seated. Draco and Isolde’s new pets were the subject of their hushed conversation, their eyes wide with excitement as they watched their new companions.

“I saw a dragon in the window today,” Draco said, his voice low and filled with awe.

Isolde’s eyes widened in interest. “Really? I have dragon heartstring in my wand,” she replied, twirling it between her fingers. “I think that’s what makes it special.”

Draco’s eyes gleamed, and he nodded. “I have unicorn hair in mine.”

They were interrupted by a call from Draco’s father, who reminded them, “Wash up before dinner please.”

Isolde and Draco hurried off to the bathroom, the excitement of the day still buzzing in the air. As they neared the door, Draco leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. “I heard Harry Potter’s coming to Hogwarts.”

Isolde froze in surprise. “Harry Potter?” she repeated, her voice rising in shock. But before she could ask more, Draco had disappeared into the boys' bathroom, leaving her question unanswered.

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Chapter 1: The Letter

Isolde Rosier had never felt this strange blend of excitement, fear, and anticipation as a letter with her name on it sat atop the kitchen table. The moment she saw the parchment, sealed with the familiar crest of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her heart leapt into her throat.

She didn’t even bother to read the letter right away. Her hands shook with eager impatience as she tore open the envelope. Her eyes skimmed the elegant handwriting: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

Her chest tightened with joy. She had been waiting for this day for years, ever since her parents first told her about Hogwarts, about the wonders of magic, the wonders she would soon learn to wield. Her father, with his vast knowledge, had taught her many things—spells, charms, and even potions. And now, she was going. Finally, she would be joining a world where she truly belonged.

Her excitement only grew as she rushed down the stairs to find her father. The sound of muffled voices echoed from the study—deep, unfamiliar voices. She paused for a moment, unsure whether to interrupt. But her curiosity and the thrill of her acceptance letter spurred her forward.

As she pushed open the door to the study, the scene before her made her pause. Her father, dressed in his dark robes, stood amidst a circle of men, their faces hidden behind masks. Death Eaters. Isolde felt a flicker of unease, but she was no stranger to their presence at their house. Her father had always kept his dealings to himself, but his position at the Ministry meant that men like these often came to their home. Her gaze met her father's as he looked up, his stern expression softening when he saw her.

“My dear,” he said, his voice cold but affectionate, as he knelt down before her and took her hand in his. His dark, black eyes locked onto hers. “What is it?”

“I—I got my letter,” she whispered, holding up the Hogwarts acceptance letter, her hands trembling.

Her father’s lips quirked into a small smile, and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. The kiss was brief, but his next words were filled with something deeper. “Go and tell Draco. Run, Isolde.”

Before she could react, she heard her mother’s voice from upstairs, calling her. “Isolde, be polite to our guests.”

Isolde nodded, giving her father one last glance before she curtsied toward the men, her heart pounding. The Death Eaters barely acknowledged her, their eyes hooded in suspicion or indifference. She hurried down the stairs, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She couldn’t wait to see Draco.

Grabbing a handful of Floo powder from the jar by the hearth, she tossed it into the flames. “Malfoy Manor!” she called, stepping into the fire as the green flames swallowed her whole.

When the spinning ceased, she stumbled out of the fireplace and into the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor. The house, so familiar and cold, loomed large around her. She brushed soot from her black tunic as she looked up to find Dobby sweeping the floor.

“Good evening, Miss Isolde,” Dobby said in his usual quiet voice, his wide, large eyes glimmering in the dim light.

“Evening, Dobby,” she muttered, frowning at the house-elf, before hurrying up the stairs. Her mother would have scolded her if she knew how polite she had been to a house elf but, Isolde Couldn’t bear to be cruel to such a creature.

Before she could reach the next landing, Draco appeared, his white-blonde hair shining in the hallway’s light. He grinned at the sight of her, his usual air of arrogance tempered with something warmer.

“Isolde!” he greeted, his voice light. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”

She handed him the letter, her eyes bright with excitement. “I got in!” she said eagerly.

Draco pulled out a crumpled letter from his own pocket. “So did I,” he said, showing it to her with a wide smile.

Isolde grinned, and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this happy. They were both going to Hogwarts—together.

Draco pulled back slightly, brushing soot off her cheek. His fingers lingered for a moment too long, and the air between them shifted just slightly. Isolde's heart raced in her chest, but before she could say anything, Narcissa Malfoy appeared in the doorway, her presence regal and poised.

“Are you joining us for dinner, Isolde?” she asked with a soft smile.

“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Malfoy,” Isolde said politely, curtsying slightly.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so formal,” he muttered, tugging her towards the dining room. “Let’s eat.”

As they entered, Narcissa flicked her wrist, and the table magically filled with food. The rich scents of roast chicken, potatoes, and vegetables filled the room, making Isolde’s stomach growl. She sat down, waiting for Narcissa to take her seat before anyone else could begin.

The sound of footsteps signalled Lucius Malfoy’s arrival. He walked into the room, his sharp eyes glinting in the low light. His pale, aristocratic face softened slightly when he saw Isolde, and he smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Ah, Isolde,” he said, his voice smooth. “I trust you’ve received your letter? Congratulations.”

Isolde nodded quickly, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, especially when she saw Severus Snape entering the room behind Lucius Malfoy. Her pulse quickened. She had seen Snape before, at her house, speaking with her father in hushed tones. His presence here didn’t bode well.

Lucius Malfoy noticed her unease and chuckled, though there was no warmth in it. “Don’t worry, my dear. Severus here works at Hogwarts. You’ll see him there,” Lucius said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Snape gave a curt nod, his dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Lucius continued, his voice becoming more commanding. “Severus, this is my Goddaughter Isolde Rosier.” Any hint of a smile had disappeared from his face. “Severus will be there to look after you if need be. And Draco—” He turned his gaze sharply to his son. “—you will be on your best behaviour. Understand?”

Draco nodded stiffly, though there was a glint of defiance in his eyes. “Of course, Father.”

“Very good,” Lucius said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Severus will protect you both at all costs. Remember that.”

Isolde’s eyes flickered nervously between Lucius and Snape. The air was thick with tension, and she felt a chill creep down her spine. She knew what her father and Lucius were involved in, but hearing Lucius speak in such a way, commanding Snape to protect them... it all felt wrong.

As if sensing her unease, Snape’s eyes flicked to her. He said nothing, but there was a slight tightening of his jaw.

The meal proceeded in an awkward silence, the food growing cold on the plates as Isolde couldn’t shake the ominous feeling lingering in the air.

As the dinner at Malfoy Manor ended, Isolde said a quick goodbye. The weight of the evening’s conversation pressed on her chest, and she couldn’t help but glance over at Snape, still seated at the table, his presence like a shadow. She made her way back to the fireplace and Flooed home, her mind swirling with questions she wasn’t sure she was ready to ask.

When she stepped out of the fireplace into the quiet darkness of Rosier Manor, the house was still. She brushed soot off her tunic and walked toward the entry hall. As she peeked into the hallway, she immediately felt the familiar presence of her father. His figure was silhouetted against the faint light of the study, his face shadowed and unreadable.

“Isolde,” he called softly, his voice low and commanding. She didn’t respond immediately, instead walking toward him slowly, feeling an inexplicable pull. He was waiting for her as he always did.

He reached out, taking her hand in his with surprising gentleness. His grip was firm but tender as his thumb brushed over hers, his touch somehow reassuring. Without a word, he guided her up the stairs. As they walked, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the manor. She glanced up at her father but said nothing, sensing there was something looming between them.

When they reached the second-floor landing, he led her down the long, dimly lit corridor to her room. The door creaked as it opened. 

Isolde’s room was a strange mix of darkness and childhood innocence. Shelves lined the walls, filled with eerie trinkets and mysterious relics. Among them were bones, feathers, and fangs, carefully arranged in jars. The bed, a grand four-poster crafted from black wood, was carved with twisting serpents that slithered up the posts, and the silver silk coverlet shimmered faintly in the dim light, adorned with a black snake embroidered along its edge. Plush animals, with button eyes and patched seams, were scattered across the bed, their warmth contrasting with the chill of the room. Withered flowers sat in vases on her bedside table, while the room held an eerie warmth as the moonlight danced along the floor.

Her father sat in the black velvet armchair in the corner and lifted her onto his knee, the silence thick between them. He sat there for a moment, studying her, before reaching into his breast pocket. His fingers brushed over something hidden beneath the fabric, and when he pulled it out, Isolde’s breath caught in her throat.

It was a small, dark artifact—an intricate pendant, carved from black stone that hung on a gold chain. The design was unlike anything she had ever seen. It was small enough to carry, but the weight of it felt immense when her father placed it over her head. The pendant was shaped like an old symbol, a twisted figure that seemed to coil into itself, the edges sharp yet worn from age.

“This,” her father said softly as he pinched the pendant between his thumb and pointer finger, his voice tinged with something she couldn’t place, “is for you, my love. A gift... to always carry with you.”

Isolde’s fingers curled around her father’s, the warmth of his hand seeping into her skin. She met his eyes, her heart racing. “What is it?” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Her father’s eyes were unreadable as he looked at her. “A reminder of who you are. Of where you come from.”

Isolde’s chest tightened, and she felt a wave of confusion, fear, and fascination all at once. She could feel the weight of the pendant, but it was more than that—it felt like a connection to something she hadn’t yet grasped. Something much bigger than Hogwarts, bigger than the letter she had received.

He kissed her forehead gently, his lips cold against her skin. “Keep it with you, Isolde. Always. And remember, you are not just anyone. You are part of something far greater… You’re a witch.”

With that, he lifted her off his knee and got up off the armchair to leave, his shadow swallowing him as he stepped into the darkness of the hallway. The door clicked softly behind him, and Isolde stood alone in her room, the pendant still hanging around her neck. She stared at it for a long moment, trying to make sense of the words, the weight of her father’s expectations pressing heavily upon her.

She placed the pendant on the table next to her bed, watching the faint candlelight flicker over its surface. Her room felt quieter now, more oppressive, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Something was coming—something she didn’t fully understand yet. But one thing was certain: a change was about to come.

[thegoldenyearsrp]

                                          ♱ HOMENAJE ♱

Los últimos meses han traído consigo tristeza para la comunidad purista. Con ataques en forma de incendios, veneno y demás, magos y brujas han sido arrebatados de las manos de sus familiares. Para recordarlos la comunidad ha organizado un homenaje, pero, ¿eso es todo? Es bien sabido que los puristas no se sientan a llorar, su plato preferido es la venganza.

¿Cómo se realizará el evento?

Los puristas se reunirán en la Mansión Black durante la noche, donde recordaran a los magos caídos por los diversos ataques a la comunidad. Velas los acompañan mientras platican entre ellos. No es un simple homenaje pues comienzan a formar un plan para contraatacar. Padres que han perdido esposas, madres que han perdido hijas, figuras emblemáticas de los puristas, hablan mediante discursos, discursos sobre recordar quienes son, su superioridad, y que no deben dejarse vencer. Discursos que abordan la venganza como la única solución. 

Y durante la velada, una persona llega. Todos saben quien es. Es él... Lord Voldemort en persona. Con ojos de devoción, con ojos de temor, con ojos de sorpresa, la comunidad lo observa mientras el Señor Tenebroso habla, mientras les pide que, en cuanto estén de su lado, estarán seguros. ¿Y quién puede dudarlo? Una sola mirada suya basta. También existe esa amenaza, que cualquiera que no esté dispuesto a mantenerse de su lado, del lado de la comunidad purista, se verá en problemas. Los anima a luchar. Y les recuerda que esto no es un juego.

Pueden rolear el evento mediante convos y paras.

¿Es obligatorio?

Para nada. Pueden o no pueden asistir, no es una obligación.

¿Podemos rolear fuera del evento?

Sí. No es obligatorio asistir, de modo que pueden rolear fuera de él. También pueden rolear fuera de él, es decir que pueden continuar sus convos externas, sin embargo les pedimos que enfoquen su energía y tiempo en el evento más que en otras interacciones.

¿Quienes pueden asistir?

FAMILIA AVERY

Edmund Avery (Se encuentra en Azkabann)

FAMILIA BLACK

Narcissa Black

FAMILIA BULLSTRODE

Cora Bullstrode

FAMILIA CARROW

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Aiden Carrow

Verena Carrow

FAMILIA FLINT

Robbie Flint

FAMILIA HIGGS

Dane Higgs

Isolde Higgs

FAMILIA GIBBON

Byron Gibbon

Dorothy Gibbon

FAMILIA LESTRANGE

Bellatrix Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange

Rodolphus Lestrange

FAMILIA LEWANDOWSKI

Sylwia Lewandowski

FAMILIA MACNAIR

Walden MacNair

FAMILIA MALFOY

Lucius Malfoy

FAMILIA MULCIBER

Adolph Mulciber

FAMILIA NETTLES

Zoe Nettles

FAMILIA NOTT

Andreas Nott

FAMILIA PARKINSON

Eleanor Parkinson

Zachary Parkinson

Zephyr Parkinson

FAMILIA ROOKWOOD

Augustus Rookwood

FAMILIA ROSIER

Evan Rosier

FAMILIA ROWLE

Aurora Rowle

FAMILIA RUNCORN

Albert Runcorn

FAMILIA SELWYN

Alec Selwyn

Natasha Selwyn

FAMILIA TALKALOT

Lucinda Talkalot

FAMILIA TRAVERS

Baptiste Travers

Scarlett Travers

FAMILIA VANITY

Emma Vanity

FAMILIA WILKES

Everett Wilkes

Ophelia Wilkes

FAMILIA YAXLEY

Ives Yaxley

FAMILIA ZABINI

Hans Zabini

→ Personas como Calista Gibbon, Regulus Black, Carlotta Flint, Florence Greengrass, Brianna Bullstrode (madre de Cora), Mary Travers (madre de Scarlett), Rebekah Lestrange (madre de Rodolphus y Rabastan), Anthony Nettles (padre de Zoe), Aballach Gibbon (primo de Calista, Dorothy y Byron), Vanessa Nott (madre de Jonathan), Eberhardt Vanity (abuelo de Emma Vanity), Willard Parkinson (padre de Zachary Parkinson), Andrea Travers (prima de Alec y Natasha), Anthony Travers (primo de Baptiste, Scarlett y André), Zelena Carrow (madre de Aiden Carrow), Gael Rookwood (padre de Augustus Rookwood), Constance Higgs (hermana de Dane Higgs) y Matilda Flint (madre de Carlotta y Robbie) serán parte de los magos recordados en el homenaje.

ESTE EVENTO SE REALIZARÁ DEL DÍA 26 AL 2 DE ABRIL DESPUÉS DE UN ANUNCIO.

¿Alguna duda? El ask está abierto.

[thegoldenyearsrp]

                                TRAMA: ❝ YOU DESERVE IT ❞

Nadie lo vio venir. La dulce reunión por el aniversario de Anthony y Andrea Travers se convirtió en un verdadero caos cuando el humo comenzó a concentrarse en el salón principial. La noticia sobre un incendio en la ala superior de la mansión generó pánico, pero, al notar que las entradas y salidas se encontraban completamente cerradas, los invitados perdieron la cabeza. ¿Un simple accidente? Claramente no lo es. El karma ha venido por los puristas.  

¿De qué va la trama?

La comunidad purista se ha reunido para celebrar el segundo aniversario de Anthony y Andrea Travers en la Mansión Travers. Un evento de alta alcurnia, donde los más elegantes e importantes miembros de las familias puristas se han dado cita. El ambiente se encuentra tranquilo, a pesar de la ansiedad que flota por el aire ante las recientes desapariciones de magos y brujas en la comunidad. Claro, nadie se atreve a decir nada al respecto, pues saben exactamente porque han sido secuestrados, y si desafían las ideas puristas, sufrirán el mismo destino.

Todo parece ir acorde al plan cuando el humo desciende por la escalera, llegando al salón principal. Las personas comienzan a girar la cabeza y buscar de donde se originan esas nubes grises. Es entonces que el pánico se extiende por la Mansión, pues un incendio, iniciado desde el ático de la Mansión, ha tomado presos a los invitados del evento. Cuando pensaban que lograrían escapar fácilmente, cada ventana y puerta se encontraba cerrada y, además, imposible de quebrar. Gritos y miedo se apoderan del evento mientras las llamas alcanzan poco a poco cada parte de la Mansión. Aparentemente alguien ha planeado quemarlos vivos a todos, ¿habrá manera de escapar?

¿Cómo se roleará la trama?

Si planean rolear la trama, se seguirá acorde a estas indicaciones:

Pueden acordar rolear con una persona o si pueden realizar un starter abierto. La primera persona que lo conteste será su compañero de trama. También si quieren rolear en grupos estará permitido. 

Por supuesto que hay escapatoria. No pueden abrir puertas o ventanas, tampoco romperlas, pero hechizos poderosos los ayudaran a deshacerse de las ventanas y lograr salir. También quizá puedan destrozar un par de puertas con esfuerzo. 

Pueden rolear fuera de la Mansión también, en el jardín, sin embargo les pedimos que la mayoría se encuentre dentro, pues es el objetivo de la trama.

Habrán personas que mueran, así que si desean que su personaje pierda a algún pariente, lo tienen permitido.

La mansión quedará reducida a cenizas.

Pueden rolear la trama y al mismo tiempo starters, pero deben situar antes de la trama los starters que contesten. Cuando se dé fin a la trama, podrán rolear después de ella en sus convos.

¿Es obligatoria?

Por supuesto que no. Pero pedimos que, dado que es un cambio interesante pues normalmente la comunidad mágica (o los impuros) es la que sufre principalmente, buscamos darle un giro y que los puristas esta vez sientan la presión de la guerra. De modo que les pedimos de la manera más amable que le den una oportunidad a la trama, pues de esta forma, también, se exploran nuevos sentimientos en sus personajes. 

¿Qué personajes pueden haber asistido al evento?

Aquí dejamos una lista de los personajes que tienen permitido asistir:

FAMILIA AVERY

Edmund Avery Isolde Avery

FAMILIA BLACK

Narcissa Black Regulus Black

FAMILIA CARROW

Alecto Carrow Amycus Carrow Aiden Carrow Verena Carrow

FAMILIA FLINT

Carlotta Flint Robbie Flint

FAMILIA GIBBON

Byron Gibbon Calista Gibbon

FAMILIA GREENGRASS

Melissa Greengrass Vincent Greengrass

FAMILIA LESTRANGE

Bellatrix Lestrange Rabastan Lestrange Rodolphus Lestrange

FAMILIA LEWANDOWSKI

Sylwia Lewandowski

FAMILIA MACNAIR

Walden MacNair

FAMILIA MALFOY

Lucius Malfoy

FAMILIA MULCIBER

Adolph Mulciber

FAMILIA NETTLES

Zoe Nettles

FAMILIA NOTT

Andreas Nott

FAMILIA PARKINSON

Eleanor Parkinson Zephyr Parkinson

FAMILIA ROOKWOOD

Augustus Rookwood

FAMILIA ROSIER

Evan Rosier

FAMILIA ROWLE

Aurora Rowle

FAMILIA RUNCORN

Albert Runcorn

FAMILIA SELWYN

Alec Selwyn  Natasha Selwyn

FAMILIA SHAFIQ

Catrina Shafiq

FAMILIA TRAVERS

Baptiste Travers Scarlett Travers

FAMILIA VANITY

Emma Vanity

FAMILIA WILKES

Everett Wilkes Ophelia Wilkes

FAMILIA YAXLEY

Ives Yaxley

FAMILIA ZABINI

Hans Zabini

¿Alguna duda? El ask está abierto. ¡Diviértanse!

[thegoldenyearsrp]

→ importante.

¡Hola, pequeños! Por acá Moony con un aviso muy importante. Como saben el próximo año, justamente en octubre, nuestra trama irá llegando a su fin (que llegue a su fin la trama no significa que el roleplay vaya a cerrar en octubre, sólo que llegaremos al final de la guerra), por lo cual Evans y yo hemos acordado fechas para próximas muertes, biografías, casamientos y nacimientos. Por acá debajo se los dejamos:

biografías por publicar

Tenemos varias biografías pendientes en el apartado de próximos personajes, sin embargo se dará prioridad a las siguientes dado que los personajes en cuestión son urgentes para tramas o fallecerán el próximo año, lo cual le dará a los usuarios un tiempo considerable para rolearlos previo a su muerte.

dia hunt

baptiste travers

john dawlish

icarus wright

sebastian li

muertes:

Los siguientes decesos ocurrirán antes de octubre, mes durante el cual sucederán los diversos asesinatos de varios personajes de la Orden del Fénix; por ello las mismas no se encuentran listadas, pues una vez llegue septiembre del 2018 estaremos acordando las fechas de las muertes de dichos personajes:

1980/2017

regulus black — noviembre

calista gibbon — diciembre

1981/2018

sebastian li — febrero

andreas nott — abril

icarus wright — mayo

hans zabini — julio

evan rosier — agosto

dia hunt — agosto

lily evans — 31 de octubre

james potter — 31 de octubre

casamientos:

Sólo algunas de las bodas se realizarán mediante eventos, aquellas que consideremos importantes en el canon. Claro, si alguno de ustedes lleva a alguno de los personajes de esta lista y quiere rolear la boda mediante un evento, entonces se puede poner de acuerdo con nosotras mediante un mensaje:

1980/2017

abigail holmes e isaac smith — octubre de 2017

fatima louise y caleb jordan — noviembre de 2017

1981/2018

emilia wilson y adrian turpin — enero 2018

edgar bones y natasha selwyn — enero de 2018

dane higgs e isolde avery — enero de 2018

jane darling y amos diggory — febrero de 2018

robbie flint y dorothy gibbon — febrero de 2018

adam mclaggen y margaret nettles — junio de 2018

hans zabini y catrina shafiq — julio de 2018

michael bones y amélie fowler — julio de 2018

ted tonks y andromeda black — agosto 2018

wen yu y henry chang — septiembre de 2018

angela turner y roman finnigan — octubre 2018

caleb corner y leonore bagman — octubre 2018

alastair montague y desconocido — diciembre 2018

nicholas macmillan y phoebe elliot — diciembre 2018

Las siguientes bodas están pendientes de fecha:

darcy edwards y edric brown

lily evans y james potter

lucius malfoy y narcissa black

frank longbottom y alice watson

jacob davies y grace fitzgerald

*Cabe destacar que si entre sus personajes se oficia una boda que no está en el canon, es posible pedir que se rolee el evento.

nacimientos:

Ya que, obviamente, ningún nacimiento será canon, tienen la libertad de rolear cada uno de ellos cuando ustedes deseen; a excepción de los siguientes, pues son necesarios para el canon:

ron weasley (molly & arthur) — marzo 2018

gemelos bones (edgar & natasha) — octubre de 2018

neville longbottom (frank & alice) — julio de 2018

harry potter (lily & james)— julio de 2018

*Cabe mencionar que si no quieren rolear los nueves meses de embarazo, pueden acortar los periodos. Es decir, pueden rolear sólo cinco meses o cuantos ustedes deseen.

Cualquier duda el ask está abierto !!

moony.

[thegoldenyearsrp]

                     ♦ 100 AÑOS DE BORN & BURKES ♦

La tienda más renombrada del Callejón Knocturn cumple un siglo de establecimiento. Familias puristas se reunirán en el local para festejar una gala exclusiva. Pero allá dentro, subiendo las escaleras, Lord Voldemort concentra a sus seguidores para un plan.

¿Cómo se realizará el evento? 

Borgin & Burkes es una tienda de antigüedades ubicada en el Callejón Knocturn. Los integrantes de familias puristas podrán asistir a una gala para festejar los 100 años de la existencia del negocio. Como dice la invitación, es una gala, así que deben venir de etiqueta. Podrán rolear en el interior del lugar o en las afueras. 

En cuanto a la Reunión de Mortifagos sólo podrán rolearla, obviamente, los mortifagos. Nadie más sabrá que se está llevando a cabo la reunión. Durante esta se hablará de un plan que impactara fuertemente a la comunidad mágica. Dado que es sorpresa, no podemos dar más detalles, pero tengan en cuenta que será algo que jamás hemos visto. Se pueden abrir starters en la reunión también. 

¿Es obligatorio?

En lo absoluto. Si no desean asistir están en todo su derecho.

¿Podemos rolear fuera del evento?

Esta vez hemos decidido hacer cerrado el evento, así que sólo tendrán permitido rolear dentro de él si es que deciden hacerlo. Sus convos antiguas deberán esperar. Pueden seguir contestando paras/flashbacks durante el evento.

¿Qué personajes pueden asistir?

Aquí una lista de los personajes que tienen permitido asistir:

FAMILIA AVERY

Edmund Avery

Isolde Avery

FAMILIA BLACK

Narcissa Black

Regulus Black

FAMILIA BULLSTRODE

Cora Bullstrode

FAMILIA CARROW

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Aiden Carrow

Verena Carrow

FAMILIA FLINT

Carlotta Flint

Robbie Flint

FAMILIA GIBBON

Byron Gibbon

Calista Gibbon

Dorothy Gibbon

FAMILIA GREENGRASS

Eleanor Greengrass

Florence Greengrass

FAMILIA LESTRANGE

Bellatrix Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange

Rodolphus Lestrange

FAMILIA LEWANDOWSKI

Sylwia Lewandowski

FAMILIA MACNAIR

Walden MacNair

FAMILIA MALFOY

Lucius Malfoy

FAMILIA MULCIBER

Adolph Mulciber

FAMILIA NETTLES

Zoe Nettles

FAMILIA NOTT

Andreas Nott

FAMILIA PARKINSON

Zachary Parkinson

Zephyr Parkinson

FAMILIA ROOKWOOD

Augustus Rookwood

FAMILIA ROSIER

Evan Rosier

FAMILIA ROWLE

Aurora Rowle

FAMILIA RUNCORN

Albert Runcorn

FAMILIA SELWYN

Alec Selwyn 

Natasha Selwyn

FAMILIA TALKALOT

Lucinda Talkalot

FAMILIA TRAVERS

Baptiste Travers

Scarlett Travers

FAMILIA VANITY

Emma Vanity

FAMILIA WILKES

Everett Wilkes

Ophelia Wilkes

FAMILIA WOOD

Danny Wood

FAMILIA YAXLEY

Ives Yaxley

FAMILIA ZABINI

Hans Zabini

☛ LISTA DE MORTIFAGOS

Adolph Mulciber

Aether Li

Aiden Carrow

Alec Selwyn

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Andreas Nott

Augustus Rookwood

Baptiste Travers

Calista Gibbon

Barty Crouch Jr.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Byron Gibbon

Edmund Avery

Evan Rosier

Everett Wilkes

Ives Yaxley

Lucius Malfoy

Rabastan Lestrange

Regulus Black

Rodolphus Lestrange

Severus Snape

Walden MacNair

ESTE EVENTO SE REALIZARÁ DEL DÍA 04 AL 09 DE JULIO DESPUÉS DE UN ANUNCIO.

¿Alguna duda? El ask está abierto. ¡Diviértanse!

[thegoldenyearsrp]

❤ BODA: ELEANOR GREENGRASS & ZACHARY GREENGRASS ❤

Nos complace anunciar que este viernes 24 de junio, a las 10:00 a.m. en punto, Eleanor y Zachary se unirán en matrimonio en la Mansión Parkinson, acompañados de sus familiares y amigos. Esperamos contar con su presencia en este día tan importante.

¿Cómo se realizará el evento?

Eleanor Greengrass y Zachary Parkinson contraerán matrimonio. Puesto que ambos son puristas la ceremonia y la celebración estarán enfocados a las familias puristas. Podrán rolear en el evento después de la ceremonia, lo cual sería una cena de gala, o antes, que sería en el jardín donde la boda se llevará a cabo.

¿Es obligatorio?

En lo absoluto. Si no desean asistir están en todo su derecho.

¿Podemos rolear fuera del evento?

Sí. No es obligatorio asistir, de modo que pueden rolear fuera de él. También es posible rolear el evento y al mismo tiempo rolear fuera de él. Es acorde a sus gustos.

¿Qué personajes pueden asistir?

Aquí una lista de los personajes que tienen permitido asistir:

FAMILIA AVERY

Edmund Avery

Isolde Avery

FAMILIA BLACK

Narcissa Black

Regulus Black

FAMILIA BULLSTRODE

Cora Bullstrode

FAMILIA CARROW

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Aiden Carrow

Verena Carrow

FAMILIA FLINT

Carlotta Flint

Robbie Flint

FAMILIA GIBBON

Byron Gibbon

Calista Gibbon

Dorothy Gibbon

FAMILIA GREENGRASS

Eleanor Greengrass

Florence Greengrass

FAMILIA LESTRANGE

Bellatrix Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange

Rodolphus Lestrange

FAMILIA LEWANDOWSKI

Sylwia Lewandowski

FAMILIA MACNAIR

Walden MacNair

FAMILIA MALFOY

Lucius Malfoy

FAMILIA MULCIBER

Adolph Mulciber

FAMILIA NETTLES

Zoe Nettles

FAMILIA NOTT

Andreas Nott

FAMILIA PARKINSON

Zachary Parkinson

Zephyr Parkinson

FAMILIA ROOKWOOD

Augustus Rookwood

FAMILIA ROSIER

Evan Rosier

FAMILIA ROWLE

Aurora Rowle

FAMILIA RUNCORN

Albert Runcorn

FAMILIA SELWYN

Alec Selwyn

Natasha Selwyn

FAMILIA TALKALOT

Lucinda Talkalot

FAMILIA TRAVERS

Baptiste Travers

Scarlett Travers

FAMILIA VANITY

Emma Vanity

FAMILIA WILKES

Everett Wilkes

Ophelia Wilkes

FAMILIA WOOD

Danny Wood

FAMILIA YAXLEY

Ives Yaxley

FAMILIA ZABINI

Hans Zabini

ESTE EVENTO SE REALIZARÁ DEL DÍA 23 AL 27 DE JUNIO DESPUÉS DE UN ANUNCIO.

¿Alguna duda? El ask está abierto. ¡Diviértanse!