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[craz-insanity]

Dystyl Phaelanges,

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[lumosfm]

𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎:  𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮

Knockturn Alley is a shopping area off Diagon Alley in London. It is filled with numerous shops devoted to the Dark Arts, including Borgin and Burkes, which specialises in objects that have curious and strong magical properties. Unusual, sinister and sometimes dangerous individuals walk around and shop in the area. Below the cut you will find a list of the known buildings and shops within Knockturn Alley, and a short description of each.

Borgin and Burkes is an antique shop located at 13B, Knockturn Alley, owned by Borgin and Burke, and the shop owners are known to deal with unusual and ancient wizarding artefacts. It has a shady reputation due to the fact that it is frequented by those with sinister intents, whom are considered dodgy, as well as the greedy and money-minded nature of its founders.

Beard Trimming is an establishment located in Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley, a barbershop. This shop was ran by a wizard named Podric Batworthy XXIII

A betting shop is an organisation that takes bets at odds on various things, generally sporting events. One is located on Knockturn Alley, and presumably deals in bets for Quidditch or other wizarding sports.

Chimney Sweep Elf is a shop in which one could rent an house-elf for chimney sweep purposes. It is located in Knockturn Alley, close to the archway that led to Diagon Alley.

Cobb & Webb’s was a shop in Knockturn Alley, London, where one could purchase items related to the Dark Arts. It was located next door to Ye Olde Curiosity Shop, down the street from Borgin and Burkes.

The Coffin House is a business located in Knockturn Alley. It is said to sell paraphernalia related to the Dark Art of necromancy, the dark art of raising the dead.

Dystyl Phaelanges is a shop in Knockturn Alley, specialising in bones, fossils and fangs, as well as pieces of furniture made from bone. It has a large display of skeletons on the front window.

E.L.M and Wizards Undertakers & Embalmers is a wizarding undertaker’s based in Knockturn Alley, in the wizarding quarter of London. The sign outside advertised complete emergency broom services and a witch attendant day and night.

Fledermaus and Tanner Bats & Skins is a shop in Knockturn Alley that sells bats. It is located next-door to Trackleshanks Locksmith.

Markus Scarrs Indelible Tattoos is a wizarding tattoo parlour in Knockturn Alley, located by The White Wyvern pub and an undertaker’s.

McHavelock’s Wizarding Headgear is a wizarding shop that specialised in hats and wigs in Hogsmeade. It was established in 1867.

Moribund’s is a small shop located in Knockturn Alley. It is located next to the The Spiny Serpent, and opposite Borgin and Burkes. The shop is named after its shopkeeper, Moribund.

Mr Mulpepper’s Apothecary is a shop located in Knockturn Alley which sells potion ingredients. It was established in 1106 and one could buy a Potion Kit Bag here for a charge of 10 sickles and Cleaning Solutions & Restorative Draughts could also be purchased here.

Noggin and Bonce is a shop in Knockturn Alley, specialising in shrunken heads. It has one window facing the street that displayed shrunken heads floating in a liquid.

Potage’s Cauldron Shop is a shop on the North Side, Diagon Alley that sells all types of cauldrons, displaying them in a stack outside the shop, under a sign displaying what cauldron’s they have available. A second store can be found in Knockturn Alley.

Tallow and Hemp Toxic Tapers is a shop that specialised in poisonous candles. It is located in Knockturn Alley, close to Trackleshanks Locksmith.

Trackleshanks Locksmith is a shop in which one could buy locks, and fit or replace of keys. It is located in Knockturn Alley, close to the archway that led to Horizont Alley.

Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons is a shop in Knockturn Alley, in the wizarding quarter of London, that specialises in venoms and poisons.

The Spiny Serpent is a shop located in Knockturn Alley neighbouring the shop Moribund’s. The shop has a small wooden door with a big black knocker on it. The shop was not closed, but the door is kept locked at all times, only allowing advanced customers to enter. Next to this door is a large window that allows you to see into the shop itself. The contents of this shop is unknown, but outside on display are large vases.

The Starry Prophesier is a shop located on Knockturn Alley that sells a wide rage of Astronomy books and equipment, as well as crystal balls, tarot cards and tea leaves.

The White Wyvern is a pub in Knockturn Alley. It is located up a set of stairs by Markus Scarrs Indelible Tattoos, next door to the pawnbrokers.

Wizarding Supplies is a wizarding supply store located in Knockturn Alley, close to the shop, Borgin and Burkes.

Ye Olde Curiosity Shop is a shop in Knockturn Alley, London, where one could purchase curios related to the Dark Arts. It was located between Cobb & Webb’s and Borgin and Burkes, and it is run by a bearded wizard, who is know to refuse to sell anything to people of school age.

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[calleo-bricriu]

Where would you even GET that many bones in the correct configuration to make a HUMAN SKELETON?

I usually get them from Dystyl Phaelanges.

They’ve got entire skeletons there, though a few of them are just for display.

[carrowscurse]

WHEN: Monday, 6 September, 1980 WHERE: Dystyl Phalanges WHO: Amycus Carrow & Lorcan d’Eath ( @lorcxn​ )

There were many a strange sight inside Dystyl Phalanges, but this, today, was by far the most bizarre Amy had seen all summer. She had waited behind a Hebridean bone wardrobe for twenty minutes now, not noticing as patrons came and went, puzzled that they couldn’t find the sole shop worker in the store to help them with their purchase. At last, once they had all given up, Amy saw her opportunity. She leapt out from behind the wardrobe, beaming goofily at the rockstar.

“Can I help you with something, Mr. Deeth?” Amy shouted over her thumping heart.

[wixcollective]

Resident bone-jangler and egocentric misfit, held together by the loosest moral compass on the material plane.

Name: Linden Saoirse Flint Birth: June 22nd, 2003 in Belfast, Ireland Nationality: British Irish Species: Pureblood wix Gender: Non-binary Pronouns: They/them Disciplines: Dust Sensitivity Faceclaim: Maya Hawke

Currently

Residence: E.L.M and Wizards Undertakers & Embalmers, Knockturn Alley, England Occupation: Part-time retail assistant at Dystyl Phaelanges Affiliations: The Flint family, Slytherin House, Questers Connections: Tierney Smudgling-Gunne (danger enabler and old flame); Linnea Larsen (study buddy; knowledge dealer); Desdemona Borgia Black (distant relative, rule stickler).

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[mrcrouch]

YA WANT BONES? WE GOT BONES! DROP BY DYSTYL PHAELANGES TODAY!!

I do not shop in Knockturn. It is a refuge of Dark and despicable Wixen

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

Powdered Root of Asphodel and Honey Water

|| @ofherage​

Nocturne Alley – alive after midnight, asleep at dawn. Her stomping grounds, her adopted habitat. Stilettos – knives on concrete carried her down uneven walkways, and around crumbling facades. A warmth oozed from just above her brow as voices shouted from behind -- curses flying, Auror’s swarming.

Turning the corner by Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons Pansy’s feet failed her. She stumbled, legs -- jelly in a muggle washing machine. A low hiss – radio static dripping death and decay escaped her lips as her knees hit the pavement. 

The street before her was empty, the street behind her alive. Her breath was hard to find. Icicles hung from talon like fingertips, and the glaciers on Pansy’s spine migrated to the hollow of her chest. There was someone there, just beyond Dystyl Phaelanges and The Spiny Serpent. Something lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting.

Manicured fingers itched to pull her wand from her purse, but that wouldn’t do with Aurors just around the corner, some undoubtably had spotted her. Better to ignore it - to keep moving - to get away. The White Wyvern was in sight. All she had to do was get inside. Then she could sip cheap Merlot and pull dissatisfied faces at the bar keep like she did every other Friday night, use him as an alibi. She could sit in the empty silence of the cold November night and wait. 

- Always waiting. 

Since the end of the war it seemed to be all she did. She waited in bars, in her flat, in cafes, and parks. Her only companions her note book, self inking quill, and stories – waiting for something to happen. Anything to stop the cycle of strangers, and mornings alone. She thought she had found it. But this… whatever it was lingering in the distance, was not the answer. Emeric had not been the answer. 

Writing love stories as Lily Gardner had lost its appeal as of late, as well as its marketability. True Crime however, was all the rage, and Emeric was suppose to be the answer to that. She’d met him through Greg’s cousin, Aiden Lynch -- quidditch player. He’d been disqualified and disgraced for using felix felicis, and Pansy had inquired of his supplier. Her assumption -- that Emeric was a low level dealer within what she quickly learned was a rather large potion smuggling ring, had been a miscalculation. A minor setback, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

Red light -- a curse, flew past her head and struck the wall.  The presence lingering in the distance fled. She needed to get out of here, and The White Wyvern wouldn’t do. Another curse flew past as Pansy quickly stood, her legs unsteady. A sharp pain, a deep rooted burn clung to her spine as a stray curse hit her in the back.                                                              -- Everything went black.

Pansy jolted awake. Lips parted, a small, uneven inhale clawed down to her lungs. It seemed entirely too loud – like a marching band of banshee on a sleepy residential street. Her head throbbed, her throat felt raw. The distinct sound of monitoring charms, and the feeling of diagnostic spells told her the antiseptic she smelt was that of St. Mungo’s. Before the former Slytherin had a moment to wonder how she’d ended up here, or where her bag had gotten off to the door opposite her bed, cracked open. 

[dulce-dailyprophet]

Saturday, February 16th 1980 { special edition! }

A DAY FULL OF HOT, STRONG LOVE: LOVERS & LUSTERS ALIKE INVITED TO THE FULL HOLIDAY CELEBRATION

In honor of the celebration of St. Valentine’s Day, the office of the Minister for Magic has put together an invigorating day of lovely activities! 

By Baranabas Cuffe, Editor-in-Chief

9 AM - 4 PM: LOVE YOUR LOCAL ALLEYWAY ** 20% reduction in wares if dressed for theme; reds, pinks, purples, and heart imagery encouraged

Shopkeepers & street vendors will be lining Diagon to Knockturn Alley with Valentine’s Day themed wares & sponsored activities! 5% of all proceeds will be donated to the Elphias Doge Foundation. Look for your favorite shop { listed below } & come on by to show your support for local businesses! 

12 AM - 2 PM: LOVERS LUNCHEON: COUPLES ONLY

Despite being located at the Leaky Cauldron, Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop has swung by and will be taking over for the day! Filled to the brim with love & lace alike, the ‘haunt of happy couples’ will be showcasing all its enamored glory. A limited menu will be offered

12 PM - 3 PM: SHORT & SWEET SPEED DATING FOR THE SINGLE SIMPLETON WITH SPECIAL HOSTS: RITA SKEETER & GILDEROY LOCKHART

Located at Rosa Lee Teabag’s, the enigmatic Daily Prophet gossip column contributors will be holding a quick seminar about classic dating etiquette in modern times, as well as the rules of speed dating before commencing one of the biggest events of the day! Please stop by the tea shop for applications, as only a select number of participants are allowed per round. 

2 PM - 4 PM: WOOERS  & WAFFLES

Not in a couple? Not interested in speed dating? Need an excuse for a waffle? Well look no further! Florean Fortescue’s will be hosting an informal mingle time, equipped with a fully stocked waffle bar, complete with ice cream & toppings galore! Florean will also be debuting an exclusive flavor - Raspberry & Chocolate Snake Eyes, imported by our friends at the White Wyvern!  

9 PM - ?: THE SWEETHEART SOIREE ( SPONSORED BY WPN STUDIOS ) WITH SPECIAL GUEST CELESTINA WARBECK

Located in the heart of London at the Century Casino, WPN Studios is proud to present a dance party, with special guest Celestina Warbeck playing hits from her award winning album, Love Songs to Soothe the Soul. Tickets sold at the door - price includes entry to the casino’s limited buffet spread, as well as an unlimited drink voucher. Other food and gambling chips will be an additional charge. Please speak with the concierge about booking a room on the third floor!

Portkeys will be available at all major travel hubs & along several key locations in Diagon & Knockturn Alley to accommodate the high influx of travelers { continued on page 6 } ! 

{ Diagon Alley }:

Eeylops Owl Emporium: A kissing booth featuring the most temperate of the owls, but watch out! Try any tongue and you’ll get a decent peck! Only a knut a piece, no photos available; half off owl treats & cages for your feathery friend at home.  Special offer: Buy one owl, get a second free, but only from the bonded pair selection, indicated by the shared cage. Limit of one purchase per customer!

Flourish & Blotts: Half off the owner’s best selection of romance novels, steamy & saucy thrillers, and heartwarming love stories! Special offer: With special guest Gilderoy Lockhart signing ‘anything handed to him,’ including fan art, (tasteful) fan fiction, and copies of books (his own or others, doesn’t matter). There will also be a display of Valentine’s Day themed head shots for sale, pre-signed for Lockhart fans on the move or unable to wait in line. 

Gringotts Bank: CLOSED FOR THE DAY; currency exchange booth located out from for the festivities  Special offer: A sickle for a photo with Cupid! Cupid the Goblin, that is, and it’s ‘look but don’t touch,’ got it? (Touching will cost another sickle. No flash photography permitted!)

Magical Menagerie: A kissing booth featuring the softest & sweetest of the Kneazles! Kisses will be three knuts per each cuddle-lovey session, and a sickle for a photo!  Special offer: Heart shaped treats for the pet that owns your heart! Available in blood packet or biscuit! 

Potage’s Cauldron Shop: All inventory in use! Madam Primpernelle has taken over, and will be brewing her world famous Beautifying Potions for witches & wizards to primp & prune before your romantic night with that special someone. Special offer: Bring your own vessel, carry what you can at wholesale value! No questions asked!

Leaky Cauldron: CLOSED from 11 AM - 1 PM for LOVER’S LUNCHEON 

Secondhand Shop: The owners have kindly donated their entire inventory of theme-appropriate robes & costumes - don’t have anything at home to honor St. Valentine? Interested in receiving the theme participant discount? Stop by and grab heavily discounted wares and reap the rewards!  Special offer: Dye Draughts for sale! Already have an outfit picked out, but need to match the color theme? Look no further! The Secondhand Shop will be selling Dye Draughts in reds, pinks, and purples, as well as an exclusive red hearts on white background pattern! 

Slug & Jiggers Apothecary: A reputable selection of love potions, untarnished & untainted! A wide variety of safety & educational materials about the dangers of intentional love potion drugging included in all sales, as well as a complimentary vial of antidote just in case.  Special offer: Slughorn’s Soulmate Serum - not interested in trying a love potion? Want to attract potential suitors to your side without the hassle of inconspicuously drugging them? Simply dabble your neck & wrists with SSS & watch as people of your taste & type flock to your side, begging for another whiff! A hybrid concoction featuring heavily diluted Amortentia & Felix Felicis, a little will go a long way in determining if a potential partner is right for you - if not, they won’t be able to stand the smell of you!  ** note: results may vary, cannot be held libel **

{ Knockturn Alley }:

Borgin & Burke’s: Not everybody is feeling the love today - including you, right? Did you recently become single? Spurned by your star-crossed lover? Then stop by Borgin & Burke’s booth as you begin your plot for revenge! All Dark jewelry of the rancorous, relentless, and retaliatory magic being sold at wholesale prices!  The Coffin House: WIDOWS WOES SPECIALTY - we’ll bring back your dead lover for a fraction of the cost for one last Valentine’s Day together! The magic lasts one day only, before the clock strikes midnight and they crumble into a decaying corpse once again!  Dystyl’s Discount Bones: HEART BONES. What’s a heart bone? The bloody organ’s been Petrificus Totalus’d until calcified to perfect preservation! A true Mary Shelley original, sold in all shapes and sizes, including Goblin, House elf, & children! Limited inventory! Mulpeppers Apothecary: Need a little pep in your step? Some spice in your life? A little energy to make it through a long, hard night? Look no further! The Mulpeppers will be exclusively selling their Magical Stamina Draught, perfect for any witch or wizard on the move & in need of romantic rekindling before “special time.”  ** note: consult with your doctor immediately if erection lasts longer than 12 hours; not recommended for anyone pregnant or over the age of 100 ** Starry Prophesiser: Romance realm tarot readings at half the usual cost! Participate as a single, with a partner, or in a group (no more than four). Interested in something more in depth? Ask for a Soulmate Capability test and see if your love is written in the stars! **note: cannot be held libel for major romantic decisions made in wake of negative readings**

The White Wyvern: Can’t be damned to attend the luncheon or waffle bar? Need something to eat that doesn’t force you to mingle with other desperate singles? The White Wyvern will be selling Fried Snake Kabobs & Snake Burgers & Irish Potato Salad in honor of St. Valentine’s historical prevalence on this commercialized day of celebration. 

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[commanderlestrange]

Who: Bellatrix & @amarazabini​ When: February 16th, 11am. Where:  Diagon Alley, near Dystyl’s discount bones

Valentines day was a fools errand. 

It was a con, peddled by those who would have people believe that love was the only thing a person could hope for from life. Those who engaged in Valentines day surely had no defining purpose in life, focused solely on the pleasure of the body. There was no romantic love in her life, not any more. Any feelings she had were buried deep within, so far down that she could pretend they didn’t exist at all. She had Rodolphus to thank for that - he had seen that love was becoming a weakness, and he had taken that away from her with his marriage proposals. It was one of the kindest things he could have ever done for her, and that understanding - the private words they had shared after his proposal - that meant more to her than love ever could. He had understood her need, the desire to advance through the ranks, and understood that a woman defined by love had no place at the head of a war. He had taken away that scenario, and it was for that reason that she had settled into married life easily with a husband that did not love her. 

Valentines day was simply the worst day in the calendar, there was no doubt about that. If Bellatrix had any idea what was going on in Diagon Alley, she would have steered far clear away. As it was, Bellatrix had been making a conscious effort not to read the prophet and she had essentially shot herself in the foot. If not for the effort she had made in travelling here, Bellatrix would already have turned around and apparated back to the manor to enjoy a day of peace. As it were, she had already suffered through the bus journey to get here, and she’d be damned if she left the alley without the potions ingredients she needed.

Pushing her way through the crowds, Bellatrix felt more eyes on her than usual. She looked rather out of place with a scowl on her face amongst happy revellers, never mind that her black dress seemed to stick out amongst the pinks and reds. Holding her head high, Bellatrix kept the look of general displeasure on her face so that people might not try and peddle their wares to her. She’d almost made it to Mrs Mulpeppers when Dystyl had jumped in front of her offering heart bones. He was thrusting a goblin heart rather bravely into her face as Bellatrix began to reach for her wand when she spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye and sidestepped away from Dystyl. 

Falling into step with Amara, Bellatrix shot her acquaintance a quick glance. “I should’ve known you’d be here. Is Charles around somewhere? I’d suggest that you keep him away from Dystyl, lest you end up taking a goblin heart home...he’s terribly enthusiastic.” 

[aibidil]

Dumbledore definitely loved Cats

You guys remember when I was on a Cats–The Musical kick a few months back because I was writing Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus discussing it in 1980? I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE A MOVIE WITH A STAR STUDDED CAST INCLUDING JUDY DENCH! This calls for a snippet.

I know we have no money, Sirius said. But think we can Confundus our way into the New London Theatre?

For sure, Remus said, turning in his chair to look at Dumbledore, who was now discussing the Ministry's policy on cross-national Apparition. Why? What do you want to see?

A new musical called Cats, Sirius said. When you were gone, I heard some blokes talking about it at Harpoon Louis. They were arguing about whether the cats in the show, who live in a human-dominated world, are a metaphor for the gay community. But regardless, the costumes are like flamboyant cat drag, apparently. We need to see it.

"Just a moment, Elph," Dumbledore twinkled. "Mr Black and Mr Lupin are busy making arrangements of the theatrical variety." He caught Sirius's eye. "Shall we wait while you pop over to Confund the ticket agent?"

Sirius twirled his wand. "No need, sir."

"The cat drag is fantastic, by the way," Dumbledore said. "I find it hard to believe they didn't use magic. Unbridled felinity at its jauntiest. Do take care to disguise yourselves when you go; the last thing we need is Voldemort showing up in the middle of the Journey to the Heaviside Layer. But sadly, we need to turn our attention from plotless yet whimsical musical eclecticism to our plans for following Rosier into Dystyl Phaelanges."

Gideon snorted at Sirius, then launched into a timeline of their plan of attack that was, in Sirius's opinion, woefully restrained.

"Or," Sirius interrupted, "I can become a dog and pretend to be a stray begging for food on Knockturn, sneak in past a house-elf at the back door, and we can forget all of this caution."

"Sirius," Gideon chided, and Sirius was so tired of Gid acting so wise all the time when he was only a couple years older. "On Knockturn, if a dog gets in a Death Eater's path, the Death Eater would kill the dog without a second thought."

"Not to mention," Doge wheezed, "with the leak, we have to assume that You-Know-Who knows Sirius is an Animagus. It's no disguise at all."

Sirius sighed, leaning back. Why do they even invite him to these meetings?

Remus tapped on Sirius’s brain. It doesn't surprise me nearly as much as it should that Dumbledore is a furry, Remus said.

Sirius burst out laughing, and every person in the room turned serious faces towards him.

We have literally fucked as canines, Sirius responded, getting his laughter under control, his chest warm with his affection.

Remus shrugged a shoulder. Takes one to know one.

"Sirius, can you do that?"

Sirius looked up, no idea what was being asked of him. "Excuse me sir, can you repeat the request? So I'm one hundred percent clear what I'm agreeing to?"

"Ah," Dumbledore enthused, staring into the distance, "as Pablo Neruda said, 'I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams'."

Sirius stared at him, blinking.

"But alas!" Dumbledore gave his head a little shake. "We are not cats, and we cannot sleep. This is a war, if you've forgotten. So pay attention, my dear boy. We would like you to go to Knockturn tonight, in disguise, and station yourself in Tallow and Hemp. Stay as long as you can. I imagine you'll have no problem affecting an interest in poisonous wax products. Keep your eye on the entrance to Phaelanges. If Rosier goes in, you mark the time and manner of his approach, anything relevant that we might use when we're prepared for the mission to follow him inside."

"Under what circumstances should I take him down?" Sirius asked.

"None,” Dumbledore said. “Under no circumstances will you step foot out of Tallow and Hemp."

Take notes. In a candle store. Sirius sighed. "Yes, sir. No trouble."

James and Lily were in hiding. They were all in danger. Sirius was a target. The war was going poorly. And Dumbledore wanted him to stand in a candle store. They were all going to die due to an excess of caution. Wasn't this man supposed to be a Gryffindor? Sirius fumed. He needed to do something, to act. But action would disobey Dumbledore.

Later, when they left the meeting, Sirius whispered in Remus's ear, "Was that poetry Dumbledore's way of admitting to the furry thing?"

[pautadeluxo]

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[indiesoma]

Diseños únicos en su estilo. Gracias a la técnica del #tiedye. Inspirado en los colores alucinante de la vida 🍃🍃 modelos en croptops. Diseño espiral clasico. 🍭🌴 Background @garez58 #espiral #dystyle #croptops #wavedye #liquidart #silkscreen #enjoidye #hippiestyle #dyeordie

[calleo-bricriu]

While the rational part of my brain knows that the rubber bands are there because the lower jaws aren’t attached with glue or wire (normally, I’d say sticking charms, but these were from a Muggle and they don’t typically use sticking charms), the other rational part of my brain that has been to Dystyl Phaelanges in Knockturn always goes with, “They’re there to keep the things from leaping off the display table and biting customers.”

[carrowscurse]

BASICS

NAME: Amycus Carrow

AGE: 20 years

PRIMARY: Wigtown Wizardry School, 1978

HOGWARTS: Slytherin, September 1978 - Present

OCCUPATION: Sales Associate at Dystyl Phalanges

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood

TRAUMA DUMP

When twin girls arrived, they were accompanied by sighs of relief. The Carrows could barely afford to feed one baby, let alone two. But witches of the Sacred 28 were a valuable commodity. They were happy to secure bright futures with pure husbands, and let the Carrow name die while it still clung to its last few shreds of dignity.

It was Aly who led the way out of the womb, and Amy has been closely following her sister’s direction ever since. Amy would do anything for Alecto, even things she detests, things she doesn’t understand. To let her loyalty to her sister waver would be to betray her.

At the age of eleven, while children all across the world were preparing to begin their magical education, Amycus’ hair began to turn gray. Simple genetics, said the Healers, nothing to be done about it. Alecto agreed; they attributed it to the Carrows’ Curse. Amy has ever since been coloring her hair, usually with beauty potion kits, as her spellwork is too shaky to be anywhere near her head.

Getting into Hogwarts was baffling feat, and to this day, Amy still isn’t sure how she did it. She was kicked out of Cork for poor marks after a single semester, and barely managed a small handful of O.W.L.s. Just enough to apply for her degree: Herbology. After nearly flunking out in her first year, Amy downgraded to a certificate in Herbology. Not only was it more manageable, but it was cheaper.

When Amy arrived at Hogwarts, she fell in love with the Junior Witches League. Finally, a chance to be surrounded by witches like her, to have friends that ran in the same circles as her fiancé. But for Amy, making friends was easier said than done. Most of them, she found their attention difficult to earn, and their respect even more expensive than that. Rather than admit she couldn’t afford to keep up with dues, Amy began to distance herself from the witches. She bitterly wonders sometimes how different things would be if she weren’t a Carrow, but a person who had any money instead.

Amy was twelve when her parents found her a match. For her, it was love at first sight. They began a proper courtship when she turned fifteen, and Amy was head over heels in love. The world came crashing down at her feet in the middle of her first year at university. Her beloved’s family publicly rejected The Dark Lord. The Carrows broke the betrothal at the news, and what was even more devastating was that her now ex-fiancé refused to see her. Amy is still nursing her broken heart, and her parents are still seeking a new suitor.

SEX & DRUGS & ROCK ‘N’ ROLL

** indicates an open connection, as the role is no longer in play

**NAME TBD: August 1975 - February 1979

ex-betrothed; his family spoke out against The Dark Lord, and their parents mutually broke the betrothal