#hphm fancasting

[nightingale2004]

HPHM fancast pt.7

Patricia Rakepick

Faceclaim: Cate Blanchett

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Alanza Alves

Faceclaim: Isabela Merced

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Duncan Ashe

Faceclaim: Elliot Grihault

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Olivia Green

Faceclaim: Melissa Barrera

[carewyncromwell]

"We've got magic to do Just for you! We've got miracle plays to play... We've got parts to perform, Hearts to warm, Kings and things to take by storm As we go along our way..."

~"Magic to Do" from Pippin (musical)

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fancasting Jeenu Mahadevan as Talbott and Taye Diggs as Kingsley because sadly there aren't enough good quality pictures online of Kingsley's movie actor!! // partially inspired by Hogwarts Mystery's "Grindelwald's Wand" Auror Case File sidequest

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As much as Carewyn Cromwell became a lawyer at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with aspirations to change the Wizarding World for the better, her first year or so at the British Ministry of Magic was actually quite unremarkable, case-wise. She had to deal with a lot of mundane cases of magical families contesting the terms of a deceased relative's will or the dividing line between neighboring properties. There were also so-called "moot cases" where pureblood supremacist families tried to cancel their young heirs' engagements to Muggles or Muggle-borns before the wedding ceremony, which quite frankly always failed since those young heirs would just run out the clock by filing different motions and so only ended up being a lot of wasted time and parchment for all parties, including Carewyn.

The first really interesting case Carewyn was asked to help with started in the winter of 1991, when Tonks stumbled into her office so badly that she ended up stepping into the wastepaper bin and then crashed into the open file cabinet.

"Tonks!" said Carewyn, alarmed.

She quickly leapt to her heeled feet. Tonks was dangling over the open file cabinet drawer with her pink pixie cut a mess, one foot in the air, and a sheepish look on her heart-shaped face.

"Heh...whoops. Sorry, Carey!"

Carewyn moved as if to help Tonks up, only to be cut off by Talbott, who'd appeared out of nowhere to grab Tonks by the back of her robes and yank her back up onto her feet.

"I told you to slow down before you hurt yourself," he chided his Auror partner lightly.

"Hey, I'm clumsy whether I'm fast or slow," Tonks laughed this off. "Don't worry, I'm fine!"

She turned to Carewyn with a huge grin.

"Carey, Talbott and I just got our first big Auror case!"

Carewyn's face brightened. "Really? That's great!"

Talbott was more restrained in his excitement than Tonks -- rather than bouncing and grinning, he merely gave Carewyn a meaningful smile as he closed the door to her office.

"We can't talk it about it in public yet, since our suspect is still on the loose," he said a bit more quietly, "but it potentially involves the childhood wand of Gellert Grindelwald."

Carewyn's brows furrowed. "You're kidding!"

"Nope," said Talbott.

"The senior Auror assigned to the case wants us to help him nab the guy!" said Tonks eagerly. "His name's Kingsley Shacklebolt -- said he heard a lot of good stuff about us from Mad-Eye and thinks our experience dealing in Knockturn Alley with the Circle of Khanna might be useful..."

"From what we've heard, though, this Dark wizard's been really good at ducking law enforcement -- he already is wanted on several counts of trespassing and yet he's ducked multiple Hit Wizards," said Talbott. "So Shacklebolt wants to have as many charges as possible fully lined up the moment we corner him. That way there's no waiting period with him at the Ministry before he's sent to Azkaban and there'll be less chance of him slipping out of Auror custody."

"And I'm guessing that's where I come in?" asked Carewyn.

"We knew there'd be no one better!" said Tonks with a grin.

"Unless you'd rather keep dealing with crazy witches fighting over their dead father's bottle cap collection," Talbott said dryly, his own mouth spread in a knowing smirk.

Carewyn bit back a small smile.

"...Well, I won't guarantee a lot of charges -- only as many as there's sufficient evidence for," she said slowly. Her red lips finally spread into that fuller, wryer smile despite herself. "But I think I can pencil you in."

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Over the next two hours, Talbott and Carewyn reviewed the evidence that had been collected. At the end of her assessment, Carewyn concluded there was more than enough evidence to charge the wizard in question with multiple crimes. What held Carewyn up was how to classify the theft of the wand this person sought to steal.

"Clearly under the standard definition of the law, what this man is seeking to do would either be classified as theft, if no one is present when he takes the wand; robbery, if a bystander is present and he threatens harm upon that person to get them to surrender the wand; or burglary, if he uses violence against anyone to obtain the wand. And of course in the second two's cases, since he'll likely be armed with a wand and has already proven himself ready and willing to use Dark curses, classifying either of those as aggravated robbery or burglary would be simple enough. But depending on the value of the item in question, his possible sentencing would be more significant."

"Meaning we have to know for sure if the wand he ends up stealing was actually Grindelwald's or not," surmised Talbott.

Carewyn nodded.

"Fortunately," she said with a smile, "I think I know just who to talk to, if we want theories about what Gellert Grindelwald's childhood wand might have looked like."

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And so Talbott and Carewyn headed off for Diagon Alley, to have a word with Garrick Ollivander. From the moment Carewyn walked in, though, she found herself ill at ease. Perhaps it was how quiet the shop was...or perhaps it was how unnaturally stiffly Mr. Ollivander stood behind the counter...

"Welcome to Ollivanders," he greeted in a clipped, polite voice. "How may I help you?"

Carewyn's brows knitted together a bit. No acknowledgement of who they were? That was odd...

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander," Talbott said respectfully. "We're here on behalf of the Auror Department. We were hoping to speak to you in private, if you wouldn't mind."

Ollivander blinked.

"In private?" he asked. "Whatever for?"

"Nothing criminal on your part," Talbott said calmly. "We'd merely like your input on a case."

Carewyn noted how Ollivander glanced toward the storeroom and back. Someone else was back there -- she sensed at once.

"My input?" said Ollivander brusquely. "Well, I certainly don't know how much I could be of help, young sir. Now if you'll excuse me, I really am quite busy -- "

"Silver lime and dragon heartstring, eleven-and-a-half inches, unyielding," Carewyn pronounced very loudly.

Both Talbott and Ollivander turned to Carewyn. Without looking at Talbott, Carewyn strode forward, her arms crossed as she faced Ollivander.

"The wand we're looking for is the one I received from you a few years ago," she said coolly. "Do you remember it? Patricia Rakepick purchased it for me."

Ollivander looked very tense. "...Of course, I'm -- sure I did -- but you can't really expect me to remember everyone who walks into my shop..." He glanced at the back of the shop again as he adjusted something on the inside of his robes. "Now if you don't mind, the store is closed -- you both will have to leave now -- "

"Expelliarmus!"

Ollivander just barely dodged Talbott's spell. A moment later, he lashed out at a shelf above their head, yanking it down with a curse and forcing Carewyn to summon a Shield Charm around both herself and Talbott to protect themselves from falling debris.

"That must be the suspect!" Talbott growled.

He and Carewyn chased the man into the back. More shelves full of wands were torn down as he tried to escape -- both of his pursuers, however, were excellent duelists, and soon with help from Carewyn's Shield Charms, Talbott was able to weave his way through so he could pursue the suspect out of the shop.

But when they got into the street, Talbott lost all sight of him. All he saw ordinary civilians, going about their shopping.

Talbott whirled around, looking for some sight of the man posing as Ollivander. Instead, though, who he collided with was a tall, bald dark-skinned man dressed in high-necked black robes.

"Shacklebolt?" said Talbott, startled. He'd thought the Senior Auror was with Tonks...

"Ah, there you are," said Shacklebolt. He gave Talbott a relieved pat on the shoulder. "Looking for the suspect?"

"...Yes, sir," said Talbott, his hawk-like eyes still narrowed upon the street as he looked around. "He ran out into the street, disguised as Ollivander -- "

"Then perhaps we'll continue our search for 'Ollivander' in Knockturn Alley," said Shacklebolt, grabbing hold of Talbott's arm and leading him off. "This way -- "

Before Shacklebolt could take another step, however, a series of black ropes materialized out of nowhere and lashed around all of his limbs, binding them tightly together. Losing his grip on Talbott and unable to balance, the man collapsed, his face colliding hard with the cobblestones.

"What in the -- " he swore angrily at Carewyn as she darted up beside Talbott, "what are you doing?!"

"Saving my arse, from the look of things," Talbott said with a light of understanding behind his eyes. He shot a quick look at Carewyn. "Did you sense something off about him, like back in the shop?"

"If by 'sensing something off,' you mean I sensed he planned to attack you as soon as you were both out of view."

With a grateful nod, Talbott bent down and snatched "Shacklebolt's" wand right out of the wizard's bound hand.

"You -- !" the wizard impersonating Kingsley snarled. "Give that back this instant, you filthy blood traitor -- !"

"Throwing off the act completely now, I see," said Talbott dully. "I thought you'd used Polyjuice Potion to impersonate Ollivander, but I reckon you'd have to be a Metamorphagus to change your appearance so quickly. And if so, that should make it significantly easier to identify you, considering that we have a registry of all known Metamorphagi in the British Isles..."

He examined the wand, ignoring how much more the wizard squirmed and wriggled. The more he resisted, the more his normal features -- a pale and pasty face framed by a mane of messy grayish brown hair -- reappeared.

"...Well, I don't know whose wand this is, but fortunately it's not Ollivander's or Kingsley Shacklebolt's," said Talbott. "I remember Ollivander saying his wand is hornbeam, like mine. And Shacklebolt's wand is made of a much darker wood."

"That's because my wand is Black Walnut, Mr. Winger," said a low, resonant voice. "And not a painted variant such as that."

Carewyn and Talbott looked up to see the real Kingsley Shacklebolt (dressed in dark blue and wearing a gold hoop earring) had appeared, Tonks right behind him with her wand pointed at the bound suspect.

"What kind of wand would you say this is, Mr. Ollivander?" Shacklebolt asked the real wand owner as he appeared beside him.

Ollivander reached out both hands to take the wand from Talbott, rocking it back and forth as he examined it.

"Yew and phoenix feather, fourteen inches, supple...ah," he murmured with a twinkle in his eye. "Yes, I think I see exactly why an aspiring Dark wizard would've thought to steal this wand. This is the wand I kept in the box labeled with the name 'Grindelwald.'"

All four Ministry workers straightened up immediately.

"Grindelwald?" repeated Tonks. "Then that wand did belong to Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes!" the Dark wizard said triumphantly, smirking from ear to ear. "A long wand of Yew, just like all the reports said! I knew it had to be somewhere in Britain, and I found it -- only I was smart enough to track it down through Godric's Hollow back to here!"

"And now you'll be dumb enough to rot in Azkaban for it," Talbott shot at him coldly.

Carewyn couldn't help but notice, though, just how amusement danced through Ollivander's features. Images of Ollivander holding the wand as a younger man -- considering it almost scornfully before filing it away in an nondescript box on an old shelf and forgetting about it -- flickered over her mind.

The red-haired lawyer raised an eyebrow at him curiously.

"...Why did you put Grindelwald's name on that box, Mr. Ollivander?" she asked pointedly.

Ollivander smiled. "Oh, I didn't write his name on that box. My grandfather did -- after a young Gellert Grindelwald returned it to him."

The Dark wizard's smug smirk faltered.

"Returned it?" said Talbott, confused.

"Yes," said Ollivander amusedly. "Gellert Grindelwald had ordered this wand from my father and asked it sent specially to his flat in Godric's Hollow, where he'd been staying at the time. One can presume he intended to give it as a gift, made out of the same wand wood he himself preferred. Instead, a mere day after it arrived, Grindelwald sent the wand right back -- presumably because the person he'd intended to give it to had soundly rejected it."

The Dark wizard's mouth fell open. Tonks couldn't bite back her laughter.

"So what you're saying is -- " she choked, " -- is that wand was a gift for Grindelwald's crush?"

"Unreciprocated crush, from the sound of things," confirmed Ollivander. "Whoever the intended recipient was, I imagine they must not have been too keen on being courted by a Dark wizard."

"As most people wouldn't be," said Shacklebolt with a dry smile.

He glanced only briefly at the wand before he turned to Tonks and Talbott.

"Well, at the very least, we needn't worry about such a wand being any kind of danger to the public. From the sound of things, it has yet to be used by any wizard at all, let alone the likes of Grindelwald. Have his charges been properly filed?"

"Yes," said Talbott promptly.

"Already on file we have five charges of trespassing, one charge of battery, three charges of evading magical Law Enforcement, and five charges of using Dark magic to inflict bodily harm," said Carewyn. "With what just happened, though, I could see adding resisting arrest, destruction of property, and aggravated theft to that list as well."

The Dark wizard sneered at Carewyn. "Careful, sweet cheeks -- go on much more, and I might think you're impressed."

Talbott and Tonks shot him thoroughly disgusted looks. Carewyn went a step further, her eyes boring into him like he was a cockroach she wanted to step on.

"Hard to be impressed with a supposed 'Dark wizard' who is so unfamiliar with the wand of Charles Cromwell, he thinks it's actually mine," she said icily. "But then again, you thought a German wizard used a wand made by the most famous wandmaker in Great Britain -- a country he didn't visit until adulthood -- back when he attended Durmstrang. So clearly your knowledge of wands and common sense overall is a bit shoddy."

The Dark wizard went red in the face. His eyes wide with both shock and irritation, he lunged forward as if to try to hit her, but Shacklebolt snatched him up by the back of his robes.

"Well said," he said in his low, resonant voice. "Well, then, Ms. Tonks -- Mr. Winger -- we'd best transport our friend here to Azkaban, to await proper sentencing."

Talbott and Tonks moved over to take hold of each of the Dark wizards' arms. Shacklebolt looked at Carewyn -- a bit of light from the nearest store window bounced off his gold earring and bright white smile as he inclined his head to her.

"We'll be in touch."

With this, the three Aurors and their prisoner Disapparated.

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Later that week, Carewyn was surprised to receive a short note from Kingsley Shacklebolt --

Miss Cromwell, I thought you'd like knowing that our Metamorphagus "friend" has decided to plead guilty to all counts in an attempt to avoid his full sentence. It seems his short stint in Azkaban, as well as the thoroughness of your case against him, was more than enough to spook him. His hearing should be sometime next week. Thank you again for your assistance in this case. I understand from Tonks that you are incredibly modest and are often uncomfortable accepting gifts, but I hope that a simple cup of a coffee on me can serve as a proper "thank you" for your hard work. Regards, K. Shacklebolt

Enclosed was a Muggle gift card worth enough for a good cup of coffee and a few pastries.

Most surprising of all, though, was that on the day Carewyn decided to stop by the Jamaica Wine House to use that gift card, she noticed that among the pub's usual customers, there was a dark-skinned older gentleman with a bald head, dressed head to toe like a Muggle banker, in a perfectly crisp black suit and multiple gold rings that matched his earring.

Carewyn smiled fully and strode right over to the man's table, her off-white power suit helping her blend in just as well as his black suit did.

"Mr. Shacklebolt," she greeted.

Shacklebolt paused. Then he slowly looked up from his copy of the London News, his mouth spread in a smile.

"Why, hello, Miss Cromwell," he said, his low voice as calm and level as ever. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I come here often, actually," said Carewyn conversationally. "It's just a few blocks from my flat."

"Then it seems that on our previous visits, we've likely walked right by each other without even realizing it," Shacklebolt said, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "Unsurprising, given how different we look out of our work clothes."

Folding his paper and putting it down on the table, he indicated the chair across from him.

"Would you like to sit down?"

"Thank you," said Carewyn with a shake of her head, "but I can't stay long, I have to be at work soon."

"Yes, I heard you have a case today," said Shacklebolt.

He shot two very quick, covert looks around before he lowered his voice significantly so only Carewyn would hear.

"...Something about Walden Macnair suing for a plot of land left to him by his estranged uncle?"

Carewyn scoffed.

"I don't know if I would even call it a case," she muttered back. "That land was donated to Hogwarts as part of their Magical Creature Reserve years before the man died, so Macnair has no right to the property or any of the creatures on it. There's literally no argument to be made."

And thank Merlin for that! she thought huffily. She loathed the thought of a maniac executioner like Macnair having free reign to poach all of those poor creatures.

"I see," said Shacklebolt.

Carewyn could easily sense that Shacklebolt was no Legilimens. Even so, he seemed to pick up on Carewyn's disapproval of Macnair, and he clearly agreed with it. With some effort Carewyn could even sense some memories of Macnair from Shacklebolt, all stained with quiet suspicion and a burning sense of injustice -- one even featuring a much younger Shacklebolt, dressed in a green and silver tie, watching one of his old classmates cast a Dark Mark into the sky...

"Well, regardless of that," said Shacklebolt, "Fudge is impressed with your work ethic, Miss Cromwell. And he's not the only one. I'm certain you'll receive cases that are more of your caliber very soon."

I can only hope! Carewyn thought tiredly. I didn't imagine helping the Wizarding World by finagling over what inch of fence belongs to one brother or the other...

Instead of articulating this, though, she merely gave the older man a slight smile.

"Well, thank you. And if you, Talbott or Tonks need any further help, just let me know."

Shacklebolt inclined his head slightly. "I certainly will."

Carewyn smiled a bit more fully before turning to go.

"Carewyn."

She glanced over her shoulder in slight surprise. Shacklebolt looked a bit more serious.

"You inherited your grandfather's talent," he said slowly, "didn't you?"

Carewyn's lips knit together. Her face grew grimmer as she turned back around.

"...Yes," she admitted at last. "But I don't intend to use it like he did. Neither Jacob nor I intend to."

Shacklebolt's face visibly softened.

"Good," he said. "It's a gift far too many people have used for sinister purposes, even when it has such potential to give us greater understanding. It seems like in both your and my line of work, in particular, such a talent could be of great use, in pursuing fair and due justice."

"Spoken like someone from my old school house?" Carewyn asked dryly.

Shacklebolt's mouth spread into a grin. "Indeed. Those of us who wore green and silver back in the day know the value of helping our own, do we not? And of blending in with our environment, when necessary."

He indicated their respective suits with one of his gold-ringed hands. Carewyn grinned back.

"Yes, we do," she said. "And of never giving up on making the world we live in the one we want to see."

Shacklebolt's aura gained fresh warmth as he nodded in solemn agreement.

"...Mm, yes. Your mother said you did feel strongly that way, in her letter."

Carewyn was taken aback. "My -- ?"

"I followed up with her seeking more follow-up information on old 'Gellert,' after our case ended so anti-climatically," Shacklebolt said sleekly. A touch of mischief danced through his dark eyes. "Don't worry -- our correspondence was strictly professional in nature. Lane I just think couldn't help but gush about her daughter, when I mentioned you'd helped us."

Carewyn turned away to obscure both her blush and her proud smile.

"...Well, I suppose I can't blame you for writing to my mother," she muttered. "There's just about no one who can do her work better than she can."

I'm mostly just surprised Mum opened up to you so easily, thought Carewyn. But, she supposed, with Kingsley being as calm and sincere as he was as well as having praised Carewyn, it made some sense that Lane would warm up to him.

With a shrug, Carewyn turned on her heel, coffee in hand, and headed for the door.

"Well, now it seems you have two Cromwells ready to help, should you need us," she said lightly.

Shacklebolt opened up the Muggle newspaper again with a smile.

"It seems I do."

With this, he returned to reading the paper, and Carewyn strode quickly from the pub and down the street to work.

[lorewarden]

Here's an idea: Ivanna Sakhno as Merula Snyde. Thoughts?

[fischerfrey]

gryff and annie’s hphm fancast;

@potionboy3​

rowan khanna - prajakta koli

penny haywood - ginny gardner

chiara lobosca - josefine frida pettersen

nymphadora tonks - amanda arcuri

diego caplan - xolo maridueña

ben copper - casper von bülow

barnaby lee - froy gutierrez

badeea ali - tua el-fawwal

 merula snyde - camren bicondova

liz tuttle - bethany antonia

orion amari - avan jogia

ismelda murk - isabelle fuhrman

skye parkin - ylva bjørkaas thedin

talbott winger - blake michael

tulip karasu - hoyeon jung

bill weasley - caleb landry jones

charlie weasley - cameron monaghan

patricia rakepick - christina hendricks

[rompemaldiciones]

HP Hogwarts Mystery Face Claims (3/4)

Talbott Winger

He’s a difficult one, probably because he's my favourite character and is dating my MC. I found two fan edits, one of Raphael Balzer that I don't know who the author is (if someone knows, please tell me so I can credit them) that really looks like I think he does, but then there’s this edit of a picture of Jeenu Mahadevan made by huffleandapuffle and that’s Talbott right there, wearing what André would have made for him if he went to the Celestial Ball.

Chiara Lobosca 

When I posted this on Reddit it was also missing a choice for Chiara, but then I remember Saoirse Ronan in Hanna, and then looked for a picture of her with platinum blond hair and that was it. She’s also my favourite actress (along with Viola Davis) so I may be biased but I don’t care.

Jae Kim 

I know some people dislike the new model for Jae, but I think Woo Do Hwan kind of looks like that but in a good way.

Badeea Ali 

I’m kind of mad that I don’t know the name of this girl, but this is a picture from The Atlas of Beauty by photographer Mihaela Noroc, and she looks exactly like the Badeea I have in mind.

Liz Tuttle 

I don’t really see Amandla Stenberg as Liz, but this picture reminded me so much of her that I had to pick her.

Diego Caplan 

Listen, if this was actually made in the 80s, you better believe I would have picked someone from my hometown that all of you know, Antonio Banderas. But I went with Diego Boneta here, he has that flirty look in his eyes.

[yantarnii]

Excuse??? MEEE????

WHAT IS IT??? #SAMECHARACTER TREND??? I’ve just bumped into this lad’s page and OMG they look sooooooo much alike, it’s not just a same energy thing or something, HE IS ORION AMARI

Long brown hair and no shave, he tells weird stories, seems a little high or kinda loony, he even has a little broom as a subject that brings him joy

Have i been looking through all his social medias as a creep? Pretty much. No regrets though. It’s a *perfect* headcanon. @tylergaca via instagram, @ghosthoney via tiktok and twitter

[pooks]

Cassidy Lilith Mercury | Jacob's sibling (fancast: Emma Corrin)

(b. February 7th 1973)

Alias: Cassie, Curse-Breaker (Bill), Pip (Jacob) Nationality: British-American Blood status: Half-blood Orientation: Bisexual House: Gryffindor Family: Father (deceased, American), Mother (alive, British) and Jacob (older brother) Titles: Prefect, Head Girl, All Wizard victor, Chaser on the Quidditch Team and Hero of Hogwarts Wand: 12", Acadia and unicorn hair (formerly), 12", Laurel and thunderbird tail feather Patronus: Abraxan Animagus: Peregrine Falcon Religion: Judaism Boggart: Voldemort (formerly), dead!Rowan Significant other: Charlie Weasley (it's very complicated)

Jacob Ulysses Mercury (fancast: Finn Jones)

(b. August 3rd 1962) Alias: Jake (nickname), Wayfinder (Father) Nationality: British-American Blood status: Half-blood Orientation: Asexual House: Gryffindor Family: Father (deceased, American), Mother (alive, British) and Cassidy (younger sister) Titles: Unspeakable (later) Wand: 10", Maple and dragonstring (formerly), 15", Ebony and Kneazle whisker Patronus: Panther Religion: Judaism Boggart: Voldemort Significant other: No one (he claims to never been interested in anyone)

[argikiya]

Harry James Potter

The Boy Who Lived

Hermione Jean Granger

Brightest Witch of Her Age

Ronald Billius Weasley

Weasley Is Our King

The Golden Trio Aesthetics

Why is it always you three?

[severousse]

Audrey Fleurot (french actress) is definitely my favourite fancast for Patricia Rakepick.

[nightingale2004]

HPHM fancast pt.6

Orion Amari

Faceclaim: Avan Jogia

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Murphy McNully

Faceclaim: Owen Joyner

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Skye Parkin

Faceclaim: Alisha Newton

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Erika Rath

Faceclaim: Kelli Berglund

[carewyncromwell]

Back to School Challenge // hosted by @cursebreakerfarrier​​

🦅𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵🐍

“Here we are -- no one else -- We walked to school all by ourselves. There's dirt on our uniforms From chasing all the ants and worms --  We clean up and now it's time to learn... We clean up and now it's time to learn...”

~“We’re Gonna Be Friends (cover)” by Chad Sugg

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Jacob Cromwell. Duncan Ashe. Olivia Green. 

Three distinctly different students who seemingly had nothing in common...and yet during their school careers, one almost never saw one without the other two close behind. 

Jacob Cromwell, naturally, was the brains of the trio. The magical prodigy never struggled in an academic setting, running circles around all of his classmates with apparent ease. Jacob didn’t excel in class out of a desire for attention or praise, rather for his passionate love of learning, and his enthusiasm for knowledge was infectious. It made it so even those who found him arrogant couldn’t help but find the boyish giddiness with which he spoke and the brilliant light in his eyes rather endearing. No one would argue, though, that Jacob’s intelligence translated to people-smarts. He never truly realized how much his genius intellect and magical talent alienated his classmates, nor would he likely have empathized much with their position if he had. He didn’t see the need to pull his punches -- if someone wanted to do better than him, then they should just do it, rather than insist he go easy on them. Jacob wasn’t afraid of good, old-fashioned competition: he’d honestly be thrilled to get his arse handed to him by a real opponent, not get all weepy because he lost. This didn’t even touch on Jacob’s temper, which -- when provoked -- could become rather violent. Still, any objective person would notice that Jacob’s rage only ever came out in response to someone he loved being hurt or threatened, never in response to slights against himself. This was part of why so many of his classmates had trouble believing Jacob wasn’t at least somewhat justified in pushing Sharon Edgecombe into the punch bowl during a party in their fourth year.

Duncan Ashe was -- in many ways -- Jacob’s opposite. However good with books Jacob was, Duncan was good with common sense. Jacob was reckless and frequently jumped into dangerous situations without thinking; Duncan always looked before he leapt and frequently had to act as Jacob’s “leash” to rein him in before he did something stupid. Jacob had his head in the clouds almost constantly, while Duncan always kept himself grounded and singularly focused on his goals. And for as sloppily as Jacob dressed and how much he’d grown his hair out, Duncan always kept his hair and uniform clean and neat. It wasn’t uncommon for Duncan to complain about Jacob’s shortcomings within other people’s earshot, to the point that someone might wonder if Duncan really, truly detested Jacob Cromwell...but it wouldn’t take long for the person to realize that whenever Duncan was scolding Jacob for never thinking anything through and for being an idiot, it wasn’t out of hatred. Nobody would spend so much time with someone, keeping them out of trouble and tolerating their bad habits, if they hated them. And there were times -- when Duncan would tease Jacob mercilessly, or when he’d fix Jacob’s tie, or when he’d bite back a smile listening to Jacob go on a diatribe in the middle of Potions class, or when he’d hex someone for messing with Jacob, or even when he’d ward off any less-than-savory “admirers” of his best friend from pursuing him -- when it was clear just how fond Duncan Ashe was of Jacob.

Olivia Green was the mediating force between these two diametrically opposed forces. As the oldest of three kids, she frequently had had to be the “mature one” and settle disputes among her younger siblings, so she had no problem keeping her cool whenever Ashe got fed up with Jacob or Jacob’s violent temper reared its ugly head. Although Jacob and she were both Ravenclaws, Jacob was much more a Ravenclaw in the sense of his love of knowledge and desire to achieve academically, while Olivia was much more one to embrace Ravenclaw’s values of wisdom and creativity. She wrote poetry in the margins of her notes, played guitar, and spoke out on the morality of Transfiguring animals when they couldn’t give consent. She even wore a suede vest she’d embroidered herself over her school uniform, rather than the usual sweater. Ever a contrarian, Olivia found Hogwarts’s curriculum -- like most schools -- faulty in how they measured intelligence with grades and tests, rather than trying to encourage different forms of learning that didn’t involve a lot of memorization and regurgitation. She didn’t do badly in her classes, exactly, but the young Ravenclaw seemed to know early on that she was never going to fit within the confines of what the Wizarding World wanted her to be, and she wasn’t even going to try. This did make Olivia rather non-conformist in her own modest way, which explained why she gravitated toward Jacob, who only ever really lived in the moment and loved “sticking it to the Man,” and Duncan, who had no problem breaking rules to get what he wanted. Despite her slightly critical view of Hogwarts’s classes, though, she still loved the school more than anything, since she -- as a Muggle-born -- had never felt so free to be truly herself until she’d arrived there. 

Together these three ended up dealing with several Cursed Vaults before Olivia mysteriously vanished without a trace. The following year Duncan died in the Prefects’ Bathroom while brewing a particularly potent Erumpent Potion, and Jacob was expelled from school before likewise disappearing seemingly into thin air. It wasn’t until many years later, when Jacob Cromwell’s little sister Carewyn started at school, that the true tragedy of these friends finally came fully to light.

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HP Hogwarts Mystery Face Claims (2/4)

Nymphadora Tonks 

Natalia Tena with shorter hair would be my perfect Tonks but Karen Gillian with short pink hair looks more like game Tonks I think.

Tulip Karasu 

Not really sure about her nationality, some people say Turkish, but she had a Japanese grandmother (I believe Matt London said she inherited her wand), so I ended up going this Korean model, Hoyeon Jung, because she had the overall look and attitude I think Tulip has.

André Egwu

I think André has an elegant and calming presence so I went with this model, Roland Epps.

Barnaby Lee 

This is Froy Gutierrez and I think he’s been fancasted as Barnaby a lot. At first I thought he looked too sweet but I mean it's Barnaby. He's a cinnamon roll, it fits him.

Merula Snyde 

Someone posted on Reddit this picture of Camren Bicondova from the Gotham TV show and I totally agree it looks like her, especially the hair.

Ismelda Murk 

Listen, Isabella Fuhrman was born to play Ismelda and you can't convince me otherwise. She’s an amazing actress too.

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Hey, Hogwarts Mystery players! I thought I’d start something, so consider yourself tagged if you want to do this too! I’ll add some names of users I know play the game, and...yeah, pass it on, if you want! @weasleyismyking540​ @weasley-adoptee​ @hphm-roger​ @shinyrockalaska​ @dat-silvers-girl​

A Character Theme for your MC:

A Character Theme for Jacob:

A Character Theme for (blank): [This one can be for other original characters you’ve added to your MC’s circle, like parents, other siblings, etc., or even for HPHM ships you ship!]

And now, to start off -- here’s mine!

Carewyn Cromwell ~ “Someone Else’s Story,” from Chess [fancast: Sadie Sink]

Lately, although the feelings run just as deep, The promise she made has grown impossible to keep, And yet I wish it wasn't so... Will he miss me if I go? In a way, it's someone else's story: I don't see myself as taking part at all...

Carewyn’s single biggest insecurity is her lack of control over her life and how people see her. Although she wants so much to just be a normal Hogwarts student and join the Frog Choir, Dueling Club, and Quidditch team like she dreamed, her entire life has been consumed by the mystery of the Cursed Vaults and her brother’s disappearance. But the reason for that is that Carewyn always dreamed of achieving great things with her mother and brother there to support her. Without Jacob there, her dreams would feel hollow and selfish, and as Slytherin as Carewyn is, she wants to be the best person she can be, which includes being the best morally and emotionally too. And so she’s swallowed back her frustrations, doubts, and resentment and has decided that her own identity and happiness must be overlooked in favor of addressing her imminent need to break the Vaults’ curses and save her brother. When Jacob is found, then she can finally get everything she wants, because her dreams would be complete with him in it.

Jacob Cromwell ~ “This is the Moment,” from Jekyll and Hyde” [fancast: Timothée Chalamet]

Give me this moment, this precious chance... I'll gather up my past, and make some sense at last! This is the moment when all I've done -- All the dreaming, scheming, and screaming -- Become one!

Carewyn’s older brother, Jacob Cromwell, was the only real father figure in her life given how absent their father was before he and their mother Lane divorced. Jacob has always dreamed of achieving great things, and when he realized the “weird” things he was blamed for were really evidence of magical talent, he fell head over heels for magic and wanted to envelop himself in every branch of it he possibly could. His placement in Ravenclaw couldn’t have suited this thirst for knowledge and achievement better, but it also exacerbated some of his flaws, like his disorganization, neglect for his own health and hygiene, and obsessive nature. Jacob always has been very protective of and affectionate toward Carewyn despite his disheveled, sometimes immature affect. He would often shield his sister from bullies when they were growing up, and he also forcefully hid his bad habits and investigation into the Cursed Vaults from both her and his mother. Carewyn adores him to pieces despite his flaws, but he sadly is just erratic enough of a person that it’s hard to guess what he’s thinking at any given time.

Lane Cromwell ~ “Widow’s Walk,” by Suzanne Vega [fancast: Claire Danes]

I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the Will -- It's clear that I need better skill in steering... That line is the horizon -- We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens point to fail...

Like her son Jacob, Lane is a Ravenclaw alumnus with an independent streak, but she was born to a very close-knit, traditional magical clan called the Cromwells, who had a very clear image of who Lane was supposed to be and how she should live her life. Of course the soft-spoken, yet free-spirited Lane was pretty much destined to not conform to her family’s expectations -- after school, she fell in love with a Muggle and rather happily embraced the Muggle world as she was forbidden to tell her new husband about her magical heritage. Two children and one divorce later, Lane has gotten back on her feet as a single mother who works as a free-lance magical historian and Rune expert from home for the Ministry of Magic. She could sense a lot of turbulent emotions in Jacob before he disappeared and right now can sense there’s a lot Carewyn isn’t telling her, but after how overbearing her family was her entire life, she’s become desperate to not suffocate her children and wants them to be free to live their own lives, no matter how worried she is for their well-being. And so she struggles to keep Carewyn’s and her relationship strong in Jacob’s absence, and she’s actually been covertly doing her own investigation into Jacob’s activities by writing and talking to various Ministry of Magic employees. She’s also kept diligent correspondence with Carewyn’s Head of House, Severus Snape, and Hogwarts’s Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.

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HPHM Fancast pt.5

Talbott Winger

Faceclaim: D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai

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Chiara Lobosca

Faceclaim: Kiernan Shipka

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Andre Egwu

Faceclaim: Justice Smith

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Badeea Ali

Faceclaim: Mina El Hammani

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Diego Caplan

Faceclaim: Xolo Maridueña

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HPHM fancast pt.4

Bill Weasley

Faceclaim: Ben Hardy

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Charlie Weasley

Faceclaim: Kit Connor