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#𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗. an introduction to angelina johnson.

⌜ alyah chanelle scott, cis woman, she/her, ⌟ welcome back to hogwarts, ANGELINA JOHNSON ! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY FIVE year old HALF BLOOD. as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a SEVENTH year GRYFFINDOR, focusing on SPORTS MAGIC (AND HERBOLOGY), you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you're SELF ASSURED and PASSIONATE however, they seem to have left off that you're OPINIONATED and NARROW MINDED. if i’m correct, you’re siding with THE LIGHT, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for returning earmarked books to the library, a smile that could outshine the sun, a face twisted from sour sweets while friends around them laughs, tasting gunpowder on the back of your tongue, an old gardening trunk with an artificial sun. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

#𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜.

FULL NAME: angelina vivienne johnson.

NAME MEANING: angelina | angel or messengerr. / vivienne | lively, full of life. / johnson | son of john.

NICKNAME(S): angie, angel, ange, lina.

DATE OF BIRTH: october 26th.

AGE: 25.

GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis woman + she/her.

RELIGION: atheist.

#𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜.

FATHER: reginald kwame johnson. warm but complicated relationship: growing up, angelina didn't see too much of her father. she got birthday presents and christmas cards and all the little things that people get from their fathers, but she never saw him. day to day, it was just her and her mum. now she'll say it doesn't matter, they didn't have any room for him, really, or any need, but the part of her that's still a child aches for the one relationship she never truly had. things have been getting better. slowly.

MOTHER: corina elizabeth meadowes. incredibly close with: her mother was her entire world growing up. despite the lack of magic pouring from her fingertips, her mum was always the most magical thing in the world to her - no if, ands or buts about it. she absorbed her mothers love of quidditch, her penchant for double layering and always wearing her braids piled high atop her head. there is very little in her that her mother isn't responsible for - the good, and the bad. they correspond daily and are as close as mum and daughter can be.

SIBLINGS: harry james potter (non biological, obviously, but spiritually so). he was eighteen, skinny as a literal garden rake the first time she saw him. it doesn't matter that they're not biologically related - that he tends to burn in the sun while she seems to glow, that he grew up surrounded by muggles, deprived of what he should have gotten, while she got cobbled streets and honeydukes weekly. quidditch brought them together - but it was choice that solidified her place in his life, and his place in hers. and if anybody knows angelina, they know that she's not taking that choice back, not for all the money in the world.

EXTENDED FAMILY: yao johnson (paternal grandfather), rhea johnson nee tuft (paternal grandmother), leonidas meadowes (maternal grandfather, deceased), avigail meadowes nee figg (maternal grandmother, deceased), dorcas meadowes (maternal aunt, deceased), rosmerta meadowes (maternal aunt via marriage), arabella figg (cousin some times removed).

PETS: several adders and grass snakes, owl named albright.

ORIENTATION: panromantic, pansexual.

LOYALTY: her mother. harry. her fellow gryffindors. the order of the phoenix. albus dumbledore, though she's cross with him at the minute.

#𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

HOUSE: gryffindor. expect stamina, incredible courage, intense and stormy emotions, burning idealism and indomitable will. gryffindor scorpios are never drawn in shades of pastel; they are always blood red and mesmerizing gold. there are few followers born under this aspect; scorpio born into this house tend to be either leaders or loners. they are well placed on the quidditch field, where their natural competitive streak and their great store of personal energy make them natural beaters (or, really, naturals at any position on the field). expect them to get into frequent duels, and expect them to gravitate naturally to defence against the dark arts, for all scorpios are fascinated with anything dark and forbidden, and gryffindor scorpios will want to take their place as defenders as early in their careers as possible. expect passion. expect wisdom. but don't expect a lot of time to take a breather. many people born under this aspect also end up as aurors; they're the perfect 'bad cop' to the 'good cop' libra wizards.

BLOOD STATUS: half-blood, daughter of a well known squib. the johnson family have always flown under the radar - never pure enough to be purebloods, not muggle enough to be muggleborn, just smack bang in the middle of the road. they've never been history makers, just quietly plodding along. the meadowes, though, they were vibrant, bright and bold - making waves, for which they were all slaughtered.

AMORTENTIA: tba.

WAND: aspen, dragon heartstring core, 13 3/4 inches, brittle. garrick ollivander ii often found that aspen wand owners were generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders: this was a wand for revolutionaries. the proper owner of the aspen wand was often an accomplished duelist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand was one of those particularly suited to martial magic; it usually displayed outstanding charmwork as well. aspen wands were particularly prized by the notorious and secretive club called the silver spears from the 18th century - whether this club still exists in some form to date is unknown. angelina's reputation in the dueling circle is well warranted - not only for her wand, but for her own indomitable will. well, that and her win record - which ranks her as the second most successful member. m dragon heartstring wands produced the most powerful and flamboyant magic and they learned spells faster and easier, however they were more prone to accidents. (see: angelina accidentally turning alicia's hair and skin a patchy purple instead of turning the rat on her desk green.) they were the most likely to change loyalty, but would always bond strongly with its current owner. it was also the easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it would not do so on its own. comparatively, angelina's loyalty is very much a firm, static thing: her wand chose her to balance itself.

AREA OF STUDY: sports magic and herbology. sports magic is fairly obvious: the study of magical sports, the most famous of which is quidditch, and it's management. herbology was selected as her second major - she knows she won't be a quidditch player forever, and the chances of her actually wanting to manage rather than play are slim. so, she has a built in back up plan, as well as what is now a lucrative side business.

CLUBS: chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team, member of the dueling club and president of the herbology club. the current iteration of the gryffindor quidditch team is one that makes angelina proud to still make the cut, even if she is halfway out the door to a professional contract with the holyhead harpies. the dueling club is mostly self explanatory - her magic is martially inclined, even if her majors are not, and she excels in spaces where she gets to do work that is physical, not just theory. (it's why her practicals always scored higher than her written tests, even during her owls - after which she dropped most of her basic subjects.) the current formation of the herbology club means that she hosts many of the meetings in the greenhouses or within her own private space, the expanded greenhouse trunk (yes, this was inspired by bedtime stories of newt scamander and his traveling suitcase).

PATRONUS: golden eagle. the golden eagle patronus means you are strong-willed and free, and aren't afraid to try new things and soar to new heights. the whole world is about you, you cannot fence yourself in, and you long to see new things, but still take comfort in home and familiarity. you can be grounded when necessary, but take every opportunity to test the impossible. you are a natural born leader, and perhaps you can be bossy sometimes, but you like to be in control. though you may not be overly social, you certainly have close friends you can count on in times of need.the eagle is a popular symbol in many cultures, but particularly native american cultures. eagles hold a position of strength, leadership and vision. they can spot prey from miles up in the sky, dive at striking speeds and soar for long periods at a time. to the natives, the eagle was the chief of all winged creatures, and conveyed power and majesty from animal to animal, man to bird.

BOGGART: her mother (and later harry) as inferi, voldemort's glorified puppets. inferi are the stuff of mightmares for wizarding children. it certainly was the case for her mother as a child, something that was unintentionally handed down - compacted by the fact that her mother's sister had been turned into an inferi shortly after her murder at the hands of voldemort himself. this fear has not changed, but it has darkened and become more defined and realistic.

#𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚜.

ETHNICITY: black.

NATIONALITY: british ghanian.

HAIR: black. braided most of the time in box braids or triangle box braids, often styled into either two buns or a single bun at the top of her head. has previously used blonde extensions with her braids. typical party outfits mean she lets down her braids or styles them into elaborate up-do's. senegalese twists are also common. naturally tightly coiled. natural hair can be cut very short between braiding sessions or kept long, with one section braided at the front on either side.

EYES: dark brown.

SKIN: umber, fairly unblemished. moisturising is something she does daily and takes great care to touch every inch of her skin, whether it is normally visible or not. wears spf daily.

HEIGHT: 5’7”.

BUILD: somewhere between an ectomorph and a mesomorph - 'fitness model' look, slim, not much body fat, fast metabolism but can and does gain muscle, v-shaped torsos, wide upper back, developed chest and shoulders, narrow waist, lean and agile, strong-looking but toned and not bulky arms and legs.

FACECLAIM: alyah chanelle scott.

VOICE CLAIM: merida, brave.

#𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕.

TRAITS: + self-assured, + passionate, + dauntless, = overprotective, = intense, = tough, - opinionated, - narrow minded, - abrasive.

STRENGTHS: charms, herbology, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, flying, non verbal magic, can cook, has a driving license.

WEAKNESSES: history of magic, astronomy, ancient runes (fell asleep in class.. sorry professor), essay writing, intolerant of differing opinions (i.e. bigotry).

#𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

born in hogsmeade, scotland — it was an idyllic upbringing, until one considered that she was being raised by a single mother who had no magic with little to no support from her birth father.

used to visit honeydukes on a weekly basis - was a well known customer until she discovered zonko's and became somewhat of a little troublemaker on the cobbled streets. of course, nobody could be too mad because she was just adorable.

attended primary school with other children from the area and surrounding hamlets. her first proper birthday party was held in the primary schoools assembly hall.

attended her first quidditch match at the age of seven and promptly fell head over heels with the real thing. she had been listening to it on the radio, of course, but had been deemed too young for the chaos of live sports -- which was not an incorrect decision, considering the match she attended actually devolved into rioting.

she used to visit her grandparents and aunts graves twice a week with her mum. the engraving always made her mum so sad, though, and she decided a long time ago that she hated visiting them.

always been an active person - loved to run, play football, chase after snitch toys some kid from down the street had brought out because the town was theirs again after the school year ended.

received her expanded trunk when she settled on her majors from her mum as a celebratory gift. it's old, and faded, chipped a bit in the corners but still holding together - an obvious hand-me-down, though the fixture of an enchanted artificial sun within was an addition.

she uses her trunk to grow ingredients for the ever popular weasley twins new business venture - www - and takes her payment in the form of discounted products and occasional meals.

has a 0 tolerance policy for bigotry in any form -- whether it be creature based, blood based or based on the colour of your skin or the gender you identify as, she simply won't have it. this has led to her hot head getting her into hot water before.

tends to consider her own opinion to be the right one, even if it's not necessarily the case, and as a result has the tendency to bulldoze right over people irrespective of their arguments. rare is it that someone can get her to change her mind - and usually only those on a very short list can do so short of smacking her around the head with the consequences.

burned all the 'potter stinks' badges in possession of the gryffindor students in the fireplace in the common room last year and she may have gone too far in yelling at students who didn't really know any better, having not interacted with harry all that much.

regularly sneaks out of the gryffindor dorms via the window. sometimes she simply climbs to the top of the pyre to sit and watch the sunset or sunrise on slanted tiles, or she flies. the latter is more common.

her mum is a member of the order of the phoenix and quietly a very good friend of aberforth dumbledore. ange has always suspected there's something there that reminds him of the girl in the portrait he has.

is not against using tactics in games that are considered violent. once stole one of the twins beaters bats to ensure that a player that had been trailing and grasping at katie's broom wouldn't be able to bother them for the rest of the match (read: she knocked his ass for six and he ended up in the hospital wing).

her mum is a squib, the last living meadowes family member. back when she found out she was having angelina, she refused to get married - she's now the only surviving meadowes left, having been deemed less than a threat by voldemort. the fact that she owns several shotguns has never seemed to occur to him - nor the fact that she would blow his little noseless face to pieces, and ange would help.

had a handful of relationships that were ultimately meaningless, all fizzling out before it could reach any consideration for seriousness. there have been only a couple that she thinks of with true fondness - and one of them never even got off the ground.

has been having nightmares about having put her name in the goblet of fire. cedric's fate could have been hers, and she can't stop thinking about it.

she tends to her grudges like they're little pets, unfortunately. or fortunately if you've never had the misfortune of being on her shitlist.

turned down the position of quidditch captain after a lengthy consideration. her schedule was already packed to bursting and she was ultimately unwilling to part with her membership of the duelling club or the herbology club, both of which are vital to keeping her sane and alive.

she has snakes. originally it was because she heard that they might be beneficial for the plants she grows, and now it's just because she kind of likes them a lot, despite their obvious dark connotations within the wizarding world.

#𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚜.

gryff girl gang!

her quidditch team aka her family..... small n broken but Still Good. ya.

fellow hogsmeade raised friends

friends

people she's terrorised on the pitch

people she's terrorised off the pitch

fellow order members / freedom fighters? plz

enemies

quidditch rivals who hate her

the one that got away aka the mutual pining ended in them kind of just never happening

george weasley but they're obsessed with each other

fred weasley but they're just besties aka platonic soulmates!!!!

girls!!!! fellow wlw!!!!

#aj.#im.intro

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gvbejvmesmichaels · 2 years ago

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Drabble: Some Work, Some Play

Title: Some Work, Some Play Rating: R (language) Word Count: 1430 Characters: Andrew James, Maxwell Turner, Constance James (mentioned), Gabriel James-Michaels (mentioned), Jonathan James-Michaels (mentioned), Arabella James-Michaels (mentioned), Velvet Starr (mentioned), Emilio Ramos (mentioned), Steven Albright (mentioned) Relationships: Andrew James/Maxwell Turner, Gabriel James-Michaels/Jonathan James-Michaels (implied), past Andrew James/Emilio Ramos (blink and you’ll miss it) Trigger Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse, abandonment issues, unhealthy relationships, mention of canon murder, vague mention of medical trauma and misdiagnosis, this writer’s uses of fuck and shit as filler words, mentions of Gabe and Johnny’s “divorce.” Drabble Inspiration: This gif set Summary: What was that saying from that really boring “horror” movie? All work and no play made someone a dull boy? Whatever. He needed to let off some steam.

It’s been awhile since Drew had been out. Between taking over the classes all summer at Camp Art for his dad, and taking summer classes at NYU, he barely had any time for himself. And the spare time he did have was either spent hanging out at the house with his dad, Johnny, and Bella or hanging out with his sister, CJ. He hadn’t had time to do much of anything else, and it was showing. What was that saying from that really boring “horror” movie? All work and no play made someone a dull boy? Whatever. He needed to let off some steam, and that’s why he was at Club Cumming.

Going out clubbing had never really been his thing. He’d leave that to CJ; she handled crowds better than he did, but he liked Club Cumming. There were a couple of queer bars he liked to hang out in (straight clubs tended to stress him out), but Club Cumming was probably his favorite. They always had some sort of event going on (comedy, burlesque, dancing) which meant Drew could just hang out in the shadows. He was able to enjoy himself without stressing out too much about people getting too close to him. Sure, sometimes the lights were too much for him, but for the most part he could just drink, enjoy himself, and escape the mess that was his head.

That was tonight’s plan. There was a burlesque show and he intended to drink a couple of IPAs and eat something shitty. He should have known better than to go to Club Cumming. Because Club Cumming on a burlesque night meant running into Maxxie.

Maxwell Turner was one of the artists who worked at the Collective. They were a talented conceptualist, who just happened to be on his dad’s payroll and one of his dad’s friends. Technically he and Maxxie were co-workers but they were also… complicated. Maxxie was a whirlwind. They were bright, outrageous, and effortlessly sucked Drew into their life every damn time they crossed that coworker line. Maxxie was the longest relationship Drew had ever been in, but they were chaotic together; Drew knew this. When they were good, they were really really good, but when things got bad, shit, they got bad. Most of the time Drew was convinced he was in love with them, but they wanted different things out of life.

Drew was going to be twenty-seven this year, and while Maxxie was older, Drew was ready to settle down; Maxxie wasn’t. When his dad was his age, he’d already been married with two kids. Of course, his dad was a terrible example since he was in the closet, but Drew wanted a variation of that. He wanted to settle down with someone and build a life with them. Maxxie alternated between not wanting any sort of commitment at all, and saying they couldn’t be together because of Maxxie’s polyamory.

He wasn’t polyamorous, but apparently he was attracted to polyamorous men. It wasn’t the polyamory Drew had issue with. It was everything else. It was not wanting to talk about the trauma they’d been through before they moved to New York. Drew knew drama. He’d witnessed his aunt’s murder. He’d been medicated for a mental disorder he never had. He watched his sister leave him just like their dad had. Drew James knew trauma. But Maxxie didn’t want to talk. They self-medicated to the point of self-destruction, and Drew couldn’t watch the person they love slowly kill themself – especially when he was half-convinced CJ was doing the same.

“Pookie!” And it was like he hadn’t just seen Maxxie the day before at the Collective. When they were at work, it was like they hadn’t dated on and off for three years. They actually barely spoke to each other at work; they were too busy with their students during Camp Art. Sure, they said hi, grabbed water for each other, washed brushes shoulder to shoulder, but they didn’t talk. Not about anything of substance. Plus, he knew Maxxie – they were on something right now. “You should have told me you were coming. We could have worn matching outfits.” And Maxxie looked like they were one of the performers tonight. Or maybe they weren’t. Sometimes that's just how they dressed.

Drew forced a smile and picked up his beer, if only to use the coldness of the glass to keep him grounded in reality. “I wasn’t planning on coming out.” He admitted as Maxxie slid into the booth next to him. “I finished my term paper. Dad’s doing something bizarre with Lego pieces. Pops and Bella were watching some French cartoon movie. CJ’s not picking up. And I like burlesque nights.”

A smirk slid onto Maxxie’s face as they waved someone down for a drink. “That’s how your hang out options work now? Gabe, Bella, your stepdad, CJ?” And there was a look on his face Drew knew meant trouble – at least for him. “Where do I fall on this list of yours?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. He had friends other than his family. He just needed energy when it came to spending time with his friends. It was easier to be with his family.

“Vee’s at an amateur taxidermy thing.” Drew couldn’t help but to pull a face at that. “Emilio is… busy. Steven is out of town for the summer. You’re not even on the list.” He lied. Or at least he lied about the last part.

Maxxie rolled their eyes. “Liar.” They said fondly. There was a long pause and Maxxie crossed their legs, the lace of their skirt raising up to show shiny, shaved legs. The silence wasn’t awkward. If anything it was comfortable. They sat there, watching the performance on stage, and sipping at their drinks. At the end of the number, Maxxie turned to face him. “I’ve missed this.” They admitted, voice soft. Somehow they’d gotten close enough to touch, and their hand gently traced his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

And the words hit differently than they were meant to. This was always his and Maxxie’s dance, wasn’t it? They separate, they miss each other, they hook up, they try to make it work for a couple of weeks, and then they start all over again. Drew was sick of putting all the effort into their relationship while Maxxie did fuck all.

“Don’t do that.” He pulled Maxxie’s hand away from his face, and traced their brightly painted fingers in his hand. They’d been doing this dance for far too long, and Drew wasn’t sure if he could handle another round of their chaos. It took too much out of him, and he swore it derailed the stability in his life every time. His life was good, balanced. He loved Maxxie, but he couldn’t do this again. “Please… don’t… just… that.”

Drew was on his feet, away from Maxxie’s touch. “Don’t do that please.” And he could tell by the look on Maxxie’s face that they weren’t expecting that reaction. They really thought that Drew would just let them into his bed again like nothing happened.

“Don’t do what?” And if anything Maxxie looked confused.

Maybe Drew was making a big deal out of nothing, but it made him think of something his dad told him once. After his dad and Johnny got back together, he asked him why he left him in the first place and his dad said: It was something I needed to do. I didn’t know I needed to leave him to find myself again, but in that moment, it was the only thing that made sense.

He finally understood what his dad meant.

“Don’t just, like, come back into my life unless you’re expecting to be here for a while.” And to anyone who knew they worked together, it probably sounded like a dumb statement, but there was a difference between work Draxxie and lovers Draxxie. They knew how to place nice, if only for his dad. And he knew Maxxie knew what he meant because they started to open their mouth, but Drew didn’t want to hear it. “I’m serious.”

When their mouth immediately shut, Drew knew whatever was going to come out of their mouth wasn’t of substance. He closed his eyes for a moment and nodded before pulling out some rumpled bills from his pocket and throwing them onto the table. “I’ll see you at work, Maxxie.” And as he all but jogged out of the bar, Maxxie made no effort to follow after him.

Maybe this really was the end.

#drabble #Andrew James POV

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