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kickingasssince98 · 4 years ago

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Philidia Amaryllis Gwyddien

(My OC from the "Harry Potter — Hogwarts Mystery" mobile game)

Biographical Information

🔮 Gender: Female ♀️ (she/ her)

🔮 Hair length: Long

🔮 Hair color: Red (natural), Black (using magic)

🔮 Eye color: Golden-Brown

🔮 Skin color: Light

🔮 Born: Friday, 13th August 1971 in Transylvania, Romania

🔮 Nationality: Irish-Romanian

🔮 Species: Human

🔮 Blood Status: Pure-Blood

🔮 Marital Status: Married

🔮 Also known as:

Curse-Braker (by Skye Parkin and André Egwu)

The Hero of Hogwarts (by Penny Haywood)

The Clobberer of Curses and The Pulverizer of Polar Platemail (by Bill Weasley)

New Fan (by fellow student, "Face Paint Kid")

Breaker of Records (by Orion Amari)

Broom-Balancing Phenomenon (by Murphy McNully)

Pip (by her elder brother, Jacob Gwyddien)

Amaryllis (by her mother)

🔮 Titles:

Head Girl 🎖️

Slytherin Prefect 🏅

Captain of the Slytherin's Quidditch Team🥇

Chaser

Beater

Keeper

Seeker

The All-Wizards Victor 🏆

One of the Founders and Leader of Circle of Khanna

Relationship Information

💜 Family Members:

Carina Gwyddien [née: Aracnid (mother), former Slytherin student]

Peregrine Gwyddien (father, former Slytherin student)

Jacob Alasdair Gwyddien (elder brother, Slytherin)

Merula Gwyddien [née: Snyde (sister-in-law)]

Felix Rosier (ex-fiancé) ✝️

Barnaby Lee (husband)

Maia Felicia Gwyddien-Lee (daughter, Ravenclaw)

Rowan Malleus Lyndon Lee (son, Ravenclaw)

Belladonna "Donna" Willa Nymphadora Lee (daughter, Slytherin)

Asphodel "Dell" Charles Remus Lee (son, Slytherin)

Ceron Gwyddien (paternal grandfather, former Ravenclaw student)

Norma Gwyddien [née: Fawley (paternal grandmother, former Hufflepuff student)]

Marius Aracnid (maternal grandfather, former Slytherin student)

Electra Aracnid [née: Yaxley (maternal grandmother, former Slytherin student)]

Nephews and nieces

Relatives in America

💜 Friends:

Rowan Khanna (bff) ✝️

Ben Copper (bff)

Penny Haywood (bff, the godmother of her daughter, Maia Gwyddien)

Beatrice Haywood

Chiara Lobosca (bff, the godmother of her son, Rowan Lee)

Jae Kim (bff)

Bill Weasley (bff)

Fleur Weasley (née: Delacour)

Charlie Weasley (ex-flame, bff, the godfather of her twins, Donna and Dell Lee)

Fred Weasley ✝️

George Weasley

Molly Weasley

Arthur Weasley

Nymphadora Tonks (bff) ✝️

Remus Lupin ✝️

Skye Parkin (bff)

Murphy McNully (bff)

Badeea Ali (bff)

Liz Tuttle (bff)

Orion Amari (bff)

André Egwu (bff)

Jules Egwu

Tulip Karasu (bff)

Mary Karasu

Rosa Karasu

Erika Rath

Diego Caplan

Ismelda Copper (née: Murk)

Wilfred Levi Kidd

Chester Davies

Rubeus Hagrid

Victor Katsueki

Alanza Alves

Myron Wagtail

Orsino Thruston

Kirley Duke

Amos Diggory

Cedric Diggory ✝️

Dobby ✝️

Alistair "Mad-Eye" Moody ✝️

Magical Characteristics

✨ Animagus form: Peregrine Falcon 🦅

✨ Natural magical talent as:

Legilimens

✨ Boggart: The Dark Lord

✨ Wand:

11 1/4" Blackthorn, Unicorn Tail Hair (formerly)

12" Laurel, Phoenix Feather

✨ Patronus: Abraxan 🐎

Affiliation

⚜️ Loyalty:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin House 🐍

Circle of Khanna

Slug Club

Sphinx Club (formerly)

Dragon Club (formerly)

Hippogriff Club (formerly)

Trivia

🦄 She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry between years 1984-1991.

🦄 An academically strong student, she quickly achieved such good results in her schoolwork that she received praise from most of her teachers, with Professor Albus Dumbledore, arguably the greatest wizard of all time, openly acknowledging her magical prowess to be exemplary. She demonstrated tremendous ability and proved a cleverer student than most of her classmates, quickly mastering and becoming the best in most of the fields of magic taught at Hogwarts. Her formidable magical power allowed her to achieve O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s in all her choosed subjects.

🦄 She's skilled in casting nonverbal spells.

🦄 Fashion addict – always seen rocking elegant and glamorous haute couture outfits commisioned from her favorite style-wizard, bff, and former classmate, André Egwu.

🦄 She had adopted a big menagerie of animals and magical creatures: a grey Angora cat named Leila; a Niffler named Galleondigger, a Porlock named Thaddeus, a Fairy named Vanity, an Abraxan, a Chimera, a blue arrow frog (a gift from her former classmate and bff, Tulip Karasu), a Crup, a Mountain Troll and s.o.

🦄 Her favorite colours are black, sapphire blue, burgundy, purple and emerald green.

🦄 Introvert, though she makes friends easily due to her charming nature.

🦄 Book worm.

🦄 Loyal to a fault and ambitious until the very end. In true Slytherin style, If she really wants something, she's going to get it or die trying, there's no in between.

🦄 She lived in close proximity to Muggle dwellings, but she showed little knowledge of muggle life as an adolescent and have had limited interaction with her neighbour's back in her childhood years.

🦄 Though her parents came from wealthy families of pure-bloods, her mother raised her and her sibling in a laid back environment, teaching them to be down to earth and non-judgmental towards muggle-borns or half-bloods.

🦄 Her maternal grandparents were famous Death Eaters and they were imprisoned to Azkaban long before her elder brother Jacob's first year at Hogwarts, a couple of months after Philidia's birth. It's an unspoken rule in her family to never mention them in front of other people, afraid that their known allegiance might cause bad repercussions for the Gwyddiens.

🦄 Even though Philidia descend from two long lines of pure-blood wizards and witches (her maternal and paternal grandmothers descend from the British clans Fawley and Yaxley respectively), her family is not mentioned in the "Sacred Twenty-Eight" – the Directory of the twenty-eight British families that were considered still truly pure-blood by the 1930s. Her clan is much more well-known in their countries of origin, Ireland and Romania.

🦄 Sportive and athletic. She has a natural raw talent for Quidditch, showing fast reflexes, speed, agility and precision, according to the Quidditch royalty, bff and former house mate, Skye Parkin, who helped her train for the Slytherin's vacant position as a Chaser back in their second year of school at Hogwarts.

🦄 She's a fast learner.

🦄 Has a very strong sense of humor and likes to make people around her laugh with her funny, witty and sarcastic remarks.

🦄 She likes to keep tiny souvenirs from people who are important to her or from those who had had an important impact on her life, doesn't matter is a trinket of some sorts, like her children baby toys or her late best friend Rowan's old eyeglasses; beautiful artifacts, like the exquisite wizard's chessboard from Professor McGonagall; an hourglass pendant necklace received as a gift from Professor Horace Slughorn when he made her member of his exclusivist Slug Club or the "I like you. Do you like me? Yes or no. Circle your answer" message on a crumpled piece of paper she had written for Barnaby on their 4th year of school, before they started dating.

🦄 Proud bisexual.

🦄 Calm, resourceful and calculated.

🦄 Rebel and unwilling to fallow the rules if they don't match with her beliefs.

🦄 People used to believe she's one of the Weasley's children because of her ginger hair, a thing that Bill, Charlie, the twins and herself found to be absolutely hilarious.

🦄 She had had several secret crushes in her youth. On the former captain of her Quidditch house team, Orion Amari, on her former house prefect, Felix Rosier, on Alanza Alves (an exchange student from Castelobruxo) and on Bill & Charlie Weasley.

🦄 After graduation, she had played for a season as a professional Seeker for the all-witch Quidditch team Holyhead Harpies, then she joined Skye Parkin and Orion Amari as a Chaser for Wigtown Wanderers for almost three seasons, before she retired due to her first pregnancy, but she came back to her position a year after the ending of the Second Wizarding War.

🦄 She had refused to wed the father of her first daughter, Maia, because he had chosen to walk on his father's footsteps and joined the Death Eaters when Voldemort returned. Later, Felix choose to change his convictions for the sake of Philidia's love, but he was unexpectedly killed by his cousin, Evan Rosier, for betraying their clan and the Dark Lord.

🦄 After his death, she took her baby daughter and fled to Romania to live with her mother in her old family mansion.

🦄 She eventually married her high school sweetheart, Barnaby, having three more children together, two sons and one daughter.

🦄 She became one of the most famous Curse-Beakers of the Wizarding World and started a career in politics, being the youngest witch expected to become the next British Minister of Magic before the age of 30.

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artemisyaxley · 6 years ago

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❝ I was a living star. I was combustion. I was a new sun born to shatter air and eat the earth. I am ruination.❞

KARLA SOUZA? No, that’s actually ARTEMIS YAXLEY. Only TWENTY-SIX years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as an UNSPEAKABLE and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. SHE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be DISTANT, CRYPTIC, and AMORAL but also MACHIAVELLIAN, CURIOUS, and KNOWLEDGEABLE.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Sherlock Holmes ( Book & Elementary TV Series ),Natasha Romanoff ( Marvel Comics ), Rosa Diaz ( Brooklyn 99 ), Alice Quinn & Julia Wicker ( The Magicians )

TRIGGERS: slight misgendering. if i missed some, please let me know!

The Yaxley’s are a notable family within the Sacred 28 -- a legacy only strengthened by Corban Yaxley during the First and Second Wizarding Wars. Akin to Death Eater royalty, the family has been paying their dues and been loyal to the Dark Lord, blood purism & the power within society it rendered for as long as time has stood. The standard was perfection, the game was simple: stay loyal, stay powerful. Artemis knew from a young age what was and wasn’t expected of her and she played the role of dutiful daughter perfectly. The matriarchs were given just as much responsibility as their patriarch counterpart, if anything, Artemis had less room for indiscretions than her brother -- because he was the one who asked questions. She had them, but she never asked them -- Apollo always did. Always pushing the envelope, always pushing boundaries until he was old enough to properly break them, Artemis continuously picked up the slack. She compensated for his lack of respect because her brother Apollo was her sun, her best friend, the person she entered the world with, because he loved her and knew her better than anyone else. The game of chess came easy to her because she’d been playing one her whole life, every move several steps ahead, every loss calculated, backup plans to backup plans made.

As a child she was always fascinated with things far away, things she couldn’t touch because although the environment she grew up in was not bad by any means -- it was stifling. The stars were her escape, they alerted her to a different world, the great what if, cultivating a deep love for astronomy and muggle philosophers -- anything she could get her hands on. Apollo always pushed her to keep going, to keep learning, her family encouraged her to live inside their world while he told her she could do more. Book upon book was stashed in secret locations around their manor. The Yaxley’s were livid when they caught Apollo encouraging Artemis’ fantasies ( what they called them ), even more livid that Artemis let them. In turn, they became better at hiding, better at sneaking, just better at deceiving their parents. As they grew older and Apollo became more vocal, Artemis knew that if the path he went on was going to continue to be against what their family stood for -- he’d be quietly disowned or worse.

Entering school was an escape, another chess board and a place where Artemis was finally able to properly nurture and challenge her mind. Ravenclaw was the perfect house for her, talking in riddles herself when she could for the thrill of it ( how else would she separate those worthy of her time and not? ), lies rolled off her tongue easier than ever as the person who walked barefoot around the Astronomy Tower at night and wore heels to societal functions by day had to learn to reconcile who she was while at school. Faced with more people, new people, curiosity and the pursuit for intelligence, her mind expand and she loved it. Artemis tried to be even more for her family, while Wesley Rowle was already a close friend ( more than close, a mindmate ) of Artemis’ & someone she’s happy to spend her life with, their betrothal was an extremely advantageous affair for the both of their families. In her last year of school, Artemis hoped that Apollo would shape up and that her betrothal, her doing everything she possibly could to take the pressure off of him, would help him to be able to finally take his role as who he was in the Yaxley family -- he left. Of course, Artemis forgave her brother because she understood his motives and she loved him very very much but her family recoiled from the loss and put more pressure than ever on Artemis to succeed. Succeed she did. She was so good at the game it felt like she was meant for it.

Naturally, her love for knowledge propelled her into becoming an UNSPEAKABLE and it’s probably one of the aspects of her life she enjoyed most. Still one to talk in riddles to see who keeps up with her, almost everything she does in that sense – confusing & frustrating – is a defense mechanism. Her observant nature means she notices everything, although she doesn’t always understand it ( especially Muggle culture ) she’s always interested. Though she often seems to be neutral in demeanor, she never is in mindset, be sure to know that Artemis is watching you, observing you, collecting data to use against you as well as she doesn’t understand people as much as her brother did. Definitely the more sociable and pleasant of the two, Apollo had a gift with people and was always just kinder, more open than she could ever be. His gift was his heart that hers, though it’s her most prized possession that she felt was a curse at times, was her mind.

She was given a choice when the war started again -- become a monster or let the person she loved most die. Was a monster still a monster if they had valid and noble reason for it? Are they still a monster if they don’t believe in the monstrous acts they’re about to commit? ( Always. A monster is a monster the minute they choose to shed their human skin and bear the monstrosities as their own. )

There was once a girl who believed in the stars never once thinking she’d be the one to shoot them dead. Unlike the way stars have to collapse into themselves – she always had a choice. Neutrality was just as bad as the Death Eaters in Artemis’ eyes, a person who usually lived in the grey was black and white about this one thing. If she was going to commit such sins, if she was going to sell her soul to the cause, she was going to be extraordinarily bad. She was going to become a monster to live with being a monster her girlhood wrung out like a death, the girl who looked at stars and wondered about them, starting pinning them down, to dissect, study, keep them for herself. Artemis is smarter than to believe she is a god, to believe she, Wes & her family are invincible because power shifts all the time -- what’s to say they won’t be next to be thrown under the guillotine?

She is the member of the family who helps them plan, strategize, how to collect power and keep it. Many other Yaxley family members in higher up positions, littered throughout the Ministry, she played her part in writing them in the stars so their legacy could last millions of years before burning out. It wasn’t that she wanted power, not really not for herself, but Artemis needed to play a part to convince even herself that her life on a day to day basis had significance. For a person who could be described as machiavellian, Artemis’ finds this acquisition of power to be more of a requirement than a personal necessity, the lack of freedom would be remedied and easier to deal with, the deaths, the murder, the destruction, the endless chess game of life, would mean something if Apollo was still alive & well -- wouldn’t it? It would. The further down the rabbit hole Artemis went, the more she found herself enthralled with a game that is a merely a distraction, her humanity straying further away from her as finds ways to give into her life.

There are days she finds herself, looking at the stars, thinking of another universe where she’d never have to make the choices she did, where she sees infinite possibilities, the outcomes of who she could’ve been. There was a time where Artemis found herself among the stars, where she saw herself as one, so distant from everyone around her but content, anciently bursting with life, even if dimly lit, collapsing into her own mind, only to become something anew as more knowledge fed her light. The girl she once was had disappeared, had been shut away, the light in herself something she was unable to find replaced by a gift to be terrible, her goodness caved into itself revealing something dark. The light had always been Apollo’s speciality, she only took it from him, she only consumed -- even from the person she loved most. The more she looked up at them now, the more she consumed of people, situations, things, the more it hit her. Was she ever like them, really? Artemis was always more black hole than wishing star. Had she really ever had a chance to be anything else?

RANDOM NOTE ( tw: slight misgendering ): As a writer I think there’s an interesting thing in how Artemis’ gender presents itself in relation to her familial background -- she’s seen as a woman by her family but she’s aware and the people closest to her are aware that she’s agender. She’s felt a connection to the power that being a patriarch & matriarch in the Yaxley family has, but she’s never identified herself with it. In fact, gender has never been something she’s connected to as a concept or a thing for herself. Artemis is very interested in gender theory and the like but due to her life, has not let herself delve into it further than to explain who she was to herself and to understand who she was for herself.

#ill never use that gif for artemis so im using it HERE #iidyintro

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noxtms · 2 years ago

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* 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 : hello! Mackenzie Foy anon here, so srry abt that! I thought she was 18+ in her gifs, totally an oversight on my end. How about Anya Taylor Joy or Jenna Coleman?

no need to apologise, the fault really does not sit with you, there. anya taylor joy is taken, but i’ll more than happily provide ideas for jenna ! there aren’t very many canons left open and in her age range, but you’d be more than welcome to use her for the likes of daisy hookum, mary cattermole, wendy slinkhard, glenda chittock or gladys gudgeon, all of who i feel it doesn’t matter, much, what age they are. if you wanted to go with a surname, i think jenna would make a great broadacre, summerby, bagman, shingleton, merrythought, lockhart, entwhistle, fenwick, hornby, runcorn, wakefield or yaxley ! and to make up for the lack of canons, some wanted connections she’d fit well ( in my opinion ) are : benedict bagshot’s relative, keira quirrel’s maternal family member, arturo de la rosa’s closest friend, liana burke’s friend, anton karkaroff jrs on / off partner, charlie weasley’s hogwarts ex, ian borgin’s one who got away, evie weiss’ ( alecto carrow’s ) coworker, hande abaci’s long suffering therapist, lavender brown’s former healer or niko karkaroff’s ex arranged fiance !

#hp rp #harry potter rp #dark rp #war rp #magic rp #fantasy rp #lsrp #lsrpg #literate rp #literate rpg #answered #anonymous #fc help.

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smokehqs · 5 years ago

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VIVIAN FLINT

Occupation: Up to player Age: 26 Gender: Female Blood status: Halfblood Allegiance: Death Faceclaim: Skylar Samuels, Erin Moriarty, Florence Pugh, Jenny Boyd

People have always scoffed at your confidence, but anyone that tries to knock you down quickly finds out why you’re just so sure of yourself. Despite the troubles of the world, you’ve never had to stand alone and certainty of knowing your brother is standing right behind you lets you glide through the world. Maybe your blood isn’t pure, but but it doesn’t stop people from wanting your time and attention and you’ve never had to question your value. As long as your brother is in the world, you have a place even if he has to carve it out by hand and that loyalty is why he’s the one person you never try taking advantage of.

HISTORY:

Up to player

CONNECTIONS:

Xavier Flint: Older brother, very close

Hestia Jones: Best friend from Hogwarts

Rosa Lee Xiadani: Shares a secret with

Wesley Price, Amos Diggory: Has feelings for her

Whitney Price: Is disliked by

Mirek Yaxley: Despised by

Falan Abbott: Used to be close

OPEN · APPLY HERE

#skeleton rp #mature rp #harry potter rp #marauders era rp #lsrp #smokeskeletonopen #smokeskeleton #vivian flint

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potionboy3 · 8 months ago

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for the crackship ask: harry seymour x rosa yaxley? 👀

soft vibes 💛💚

#rosa yaxley #harry seymour #hpma #ask games #yaxmour

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years ago

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𝑯𝑷𝑴𝑨𝑨𝑾; 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑾𝑶⁎⋆✧

Rosa Yaxley; The fearless leader of the girl gang!! She's an amazing, sweet, caring and fun character that was a favourite from the moment she was introduced and she remains a fav of MA ; @potionboy3

Jupiter Durand; Semele's goddaughter, a sweet girl with a badass side, she's become a fav on December 2022 and I look forward to more content of her, especially in Skalafell and with Jimmy!! ; @cursed-herbalist

Quentin "Q" Alderly; A rebel prince who becomes a republican (as if supporting a republic in the UK) and openly gay? And descendant of Henry my beloved? What's not to love about him? This may be biased bc of his role on Di's storyline but he's hard not to love ; @gaygryffindorgal

Rocky Jr Weasley; A sweet himbo with a badass side, a jokester and an overall baby girl? He's easy to love and his dynamic with everyone is just so diverse and rich, and he's the most interesting boy of the boy gang, period ; @magicallymalted

Rory McTavish; A reformed manwhore with an interesting back-story, with a sweet and dumb side and with an amazing storyline that many men can relate? I'm sold!! Rory is just an amazing man ; @the-al-chemist

Rylie Hopper-Lee; A sweet girl with a badass side, daughter of Ellie, an amazing character arc and with the sweetest love story? I fell in love instantly with her and my girlcrush with her is no secret 🥰 ; @thatravenpuffwitch

Marcie Lane-Adler; A pinkhaired badass with punk/rock-star vibes and with an amazing dad, and one of the very few lesbians in MA, Marcie was one of the first MA OCs I ever knew and she's a forever fav, as well as her creator 💕 ; @slytherindisaster

Dielle Arcano; A sweet but strong woman, the youngest of three who is always trying to prove that she's worthy of the Arcano name? Yes please. Dielle was an instant fav and she's in my heart forever 💕 ; @kathrynalicemc

#magic awakened #hpma #HPMAAW #hpmaaw #marceline lane adler #rylie hopper lee #rory mctavish #rosa yaxley #jupiter durand #quentin alderly #rocky weasley #dielle arcano

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gcldensnitch · 2 years ago

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2023 birthday present for myself – ma girls vers.

today is my birthday and my wish was to go camping with my friends. sadly, it's not an option at the moment as we're working adults and matching schedules is not easy. so instead, i made this super quick editing! 💚🌳 the girl gang escaping into the forest, renting a wooden house during their summer break. barb, jupiter, gwen, rosa, meera, mary ann, nymeria and pandora might be just fictional, but i love them the way i love my friends!

@cursed-herbalist @potionboy3 @endlessly-cursed @gaygryffindorgal @magicallymalted

#ma girl gang #pandora lovelace #nymeria lee #rosa yaxley #gwendolyn montague #barbara katz #mary ann von deyne #meera israni #jupiter durand #hpma #other people's oc #*edits #*video

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gcldensnitch · 1 year ago

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AYOOOO they're back, baby!!!!! 🥳 i cannot express how much this means to me! now i have something to look forward again, so a big yay. and i'd quickly take the chance to thank you guys for including my softest meow meow, Lainey in this journey! 🥺💛 (OH, i literally yelled when my beloved Rosa showed up!!!)

+ actual footage of me in Dawn's barbie room:

A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding

Chapter 1: Back to Alderly

Summary: It's been a year since Dawn helped Quincey keep his throne. Now the pair's wedding is fast approaching, but unrest is stirring both in Alderly and in the personal lives of our heroes...

A/N: The second installment in the movie trilogy makes even less sense plot-wise than the first but Annie and I wanted to try our hand in this anyway. I expect this one will be a little shorter than the first fic was, because I'm cutting the stupidest parts from the movie script entirely, lol.

Words: 3k

Characters:

Dawn and Evan Harvelle @potionboy3

Quincey, Olympia, and Isabella Alderly

Tess Brandon

Lainey Bell by @gcldensnitch

Beginning | Next Chapter

Want to read the first fic in the series, A Christmas Prince? Click here!

Chapter 1: Back to Alderly

Dawn’s Blog, December 15th

Post title: Big Event!

Dear all, It's been three hundred forty-nine days, eleven hours, twenty-three minutes, and seven seconds since I said “yes” to the love of my life, Quentin Christian Alexander, King of Alderly. But who's counting? Other than me and millions of people around the world. Needless to say, it's been a whirlwind year. There's been a lot of back and forth between Bristol and Alderly. The long-distance engagement hasn't always been easy, but it's always been interesting. Somehow through all this insanity, I'm still me. Even though I'm about to become royalty of a small country. Thank you for all your love and support this past year. Sharing my writing with all of you means more than you'll ever know. I promise to keep you posted on all my adventures to come, especially our wedding on Christmas day in Alderly.

“What’s with the sunglasses?” asked Evan Harvelle when he, Dawn, and Dawn’s aunt Teresa exited the airport.

“We’re in disguise, dad,” Dawn explained.

“You’d think that they would send someone to escort the future prince consort,” Evan mused quietly. The airport was bustling, as usual. Alderly’s tourism had seen unprecedented growth since Dawn and Quincey’s engagement announcement. Of course, there were also those that firmly opposed the marriage, but Dawn felt like nothing could dampen his spirits.

“I think they did,” said Tess, pointing towards a line of cars heading towards them.

“Oh, they’ve sent the royal motorcade,” said Dawn, surprised.

“Did you think they were going to make you take a taxi?” joked Tess.

“I mean we took one to the airport back in England so...”

The motorcade naturally drew people’s attention, and it wasn’t long until someone shouted: “Look, it’s Dawn Harvelle!” Several faces turned to look at them and Dawn and his family surely would have been swarmed, had the royal chauffeurs not managed to get to them and escort them to the car. As Dawn was about to get in, a reporter approached him through the crowd.

“Mr. Harvelle, any comment on the King’s new initiative? Will it affect the wedding?” she asked, thrusting her recording device towards Dawn. He had been prepared for this.

“I’m very happy to be back in Alderly,” he said. “And excited for the wedding, and Christmas of course.”

The reported didn’t look pleased with Dawn’s reply but before she could ask anything more, Dawn was ushered into the car.

“That was intense,” said Tess. She was already sat in the limo looking a bit hackled. Tess was Dawn’s mother’s sister and only five years older than him. Dawn had asked her to join them, since the two were quite close, especially since the passing of his mum.

“Are you okay?” asked Evan.

“Yeah…”

“What was that initiative that reporter was talking about?” his dad continued.

“I…” Dawn paused. “Actually, I don't know the details. I’ve been so busy I’ve barely managed to catch up with Quincey in weeks.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to be living in here,” said Tess, peering out the window.

“That makes two of us,” said Dawn.

“Three,” corrected Evan. “When you shipped off all your stuff here, it was one thing, but now…”

He looked a bit stricken and Dawn had to admit that his own chest felt suddenly tighter, too.

“Dad, I’m going to come visit Bristol all the time,” said Dawn. “And you can come here anytime you want. Remember, they’re making you a count or something.”

Every time Dawn thought about his father as a count, he felt the urge to giggle. Evan Harvelle was the most normal man in the world. Not to mention it would be infinitely amusing to have both Count Evan and Count Evander.

The motorcade weaved its way through the city. There was snow everywhere, because of course there was, and when the palace first showed up behind the snow-covered treetops, Tess actually audibly gasped.

“Not bad, huh?” asked Dawn.

“You’re so posh now,” she teased.

They all filed out and headed inside. Dawn was expecting to see a certain face among the welcome committee, but Quincey was conspicuously absent. Instead, he was greeted by Queen Isabella and Olympia, the latter of whom immediately wrapped him into a big hug.

“Dawn!” she exclaimed. “I’m so happy to see you again!”

Dawn hugged her back. “Damn right,” he said. “I missed you.”

Olympia let go of him and smiled.

“This is my dad, Evan,” said Dawn.

“Your majesty, your highness,” said Evan, only a little clumsily.

“And this is Tess, my aunt.”

Tess echoes his dad’s formalities.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” said Olympia and Queen Isabella nodded. She didn’t seem openly hostile, but Dawn could tell she wasn’t happy about how everything had turned out.

“Mr. Harvelle, welcome back to Alderly,” said the queen. “And I’m most pleased to meet you both.”

“And you,” Tess said with a smile. Isabella regarded her for a moment. Tess was dressed in her usual manner in a flowy, colourful dress and knee-high boots. It was quite the contrast to Isabella’s prim and proper pantsuit and immaculate bun. If Tess noticed the queen rating her outfit quite low on the scale of 0 to 10, she gave no indication.

Behind the royal family members was Dawn’s old friend, Miss Pince.

“Pince!” he said when the introductions were out of the way. “How are you? Has it been awfully boring here without me?”

“It has been quiet, Mr. Harvelle,” Pince replied, and it was quite evident she had vastly preferred it. “And I have been promoted to the head of Palace Office of Press and Protocol.”

“Oh, sweet,” said Dawn. He wasn’t exactly sure sweet was the right word, though.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your rooms,” Olympia said cheerily.

“That is hardly appropriate,” said Pince.

“Oh, Irma please, let it go,” said Olympia and headed towards the stairs. Pince sighed. Dawn, Evan and Tess followed the princess.

“See you all at the reception,” the queen called after them.

Dawn almost choked of laughter when Olympia announced loudly that he was to have the bridal suite until the wedding. He then also understood why Olympia had wanted to take him personally. They’d left his dad and Tess to settle into their own rooms.

“Pince did this on purpose,” said Dawn, more amused than anything.

“Oh Dawnie, it’s tradition, it’s protocol,” Olympia laughed.

“It’s very… frilly,” he noted. “And pink.”

“Nothing wrong with a little pink,” said Olympia, a known appreciator of pink.

“I love pink,” said Dawn, who didn’t really have a strong opinion for or against.

“I had hoped I could simply share a room with my fiancé.”

“That’s entirely impossible, and worst of all, common.”

“Where is he, by the way?” Dawn asked.

“He’s been busy with all kinds of kingly duties,” Olympia explained. “I’ve barely seen him, and I live with him.”

Dawn couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy with this new information.

“But I’ll let you settle in now, you must be exhausted,” Olympia said. “We must catch up as soon as possible though, I have so much to tell you.”

“Of course, thank you O.”

Once left alone, Dawn looked around the room. It looked straight out of one of those early 2000s animated Barbie movies. On one of the nightstands Dawn noticed a note, written on familiar hand. He took the paper and read:

“To my love, with all my heart.

From this day forth,

we shall not be apart.

Poetry can be a challenging art.

If not yet mastered, here's a start.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the corny little poem, when a voice from the door behind him said: “It’s a limerick. Of sorts,” said Quincey.

Bad limericks be damned, Dawn all but ran to hug him.

“Sorry I wasn’t there to greet you,” said Quincey, hugging him back. “I had to finish my poem.”

“Next time, maybe you could forgo poetry and come greet me instead?” Dawn suggested.

“Hey,” Quincey protested. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Yes. It most definitely was.”

Quincey laughed and Dawn kissed his stupid face.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Quincey said.

“You’re telling me,” Dawn laughed. “A year ago, I was working a shitty job in Bristol, worrying about writing an article about a ridiculous playboy prince.”

“Ridiculous, maybe,” Quincey mused. “Definitely not a playboy.”

“I guess that’s true–,”

Dawn’s sentence was cut short, when Quincey’s new equerry showed up at the door.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty,” she said.

“What is it, Lainey?” asked Quincey.

“An urgent call from the Minister for Economic Affairs and the Prime Minister,” the equerry said, eyeing the both of them. She seemed to be around the same age as Quincey, with her blonde hair up on a ponytail and a tablet in her hand.

Quincey sighed. “Can’t it wait?”

“I’m afraid they insist.”

Quincey turned back to Dawn. “I must take this. We'll have more time this evening at the reception.”

He kissed Dawn’s cheek quickly and followed Lainey out the door. Dawn sat on his bed and dug out his phone. He typed in a message to the group chat he had with his friends: just saw my husband-to-be for the first time in months for all of 5 minutes.

Not long after came a reply from Jimmy: abolish the monarchy.

Two hours later Dawn had unpacked his meager little bag (most of his other belongings had been handled earlier by palace employees) and gotten ready for the reception. It was to be a party of importance, with government officials and foreign ambassadors. The thought might have spooked Dawn once, but now he was slightly better prepared. He met up with Quincey before the double doors that lead to the banquet hall.

“Hi,” said Quincey in a low voice.

“Hi,” Dawn replied. Quincey offered his arm and Dawn took it.

“Ready for this?” asked Quincey.

“As I’ll ever be.”

The doors were opened, and the pair entered, with a herald calling out: “My lords, ladies, and gentlemen; King Quentin and the guest of honour; the future Prince Dawn!”

As they entered, at least fifty pairs of eyes turned to look, among them the prime minister but most of the faces completely unknown to Dawn. He hadn’t had any official duties as a royal spouse yet, as their circumstances were rather unusual, and Quincey’s advisors felt it was best to move slowly and respect traditions. Dawn didn’t want to cause any more trouble than he already had but he wasn’t sure how much tradition and protocol he was going to be able to handle without complaint.

“Oh wow, this is–,” he started but suddenly a man in an expensive looking suit and a serious look on his face appeared and whispered something to Quincey.

“Dawn, find Olympia, I’ll get away as soon as I can,” he said as the man whisked him away and Dawn was left standing alone in the middle of the room, feeling more awkward by the second. He was approached by several people with greetings and congratulations, he recognized the Minister of Internal Affairs, as well as Magister Malinda, but some he only pretended to recognize, as he had been advised to do.

“Mr. Harvelle, here,” said the queen’s voice to his left and Isabella introduced him to some more dignitaries, such as ambassadors from Penglia and a president of the Council of Women in Alderly.

“I should go save Quiney…” Dawn mused as he saw him still talking, or rather, arguing with the same man.

“Best, I think, to leave him to it,” said the queen.

“What’s going on?” asked Dawn.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Isabella simply said. “You should focus on the wedding. Most of it is well in hand but Quentin insisted we leave some breathing room for you, despite the short notice.”

And the Queen's objection, Dawn thought but only said: “Well, that’s nice."

He had pretty much resigned himself to having no say at all with the wedding.

“To that end, I have hired a wedding planner to help you.”

“What?”

“A wedding designer, Your Majesty, but yes,” a woman said, walking up to them.

Dawn recognized her. Rosa Yaxley, the girl who had been briefly engaged to Count Evander, Quincey’s throne-stealing cousin.

“You’re a wedding designer?” Dawn asked.

“Yes, and now I’m here to help,” she said, though Dawn couldn’t be sure if she was all too happy about this prospect. “I hope there’s no bad blood between us?”

Dawn looked from Rosa to the Queen and back again and then said with a note of humour in his voice: “Well, if her Majesty found it in her heart to forgive you, then I suppose so can I.”

Rosa smiled. “Glad to hear it Mr. Harvelle. We’ll get to work tomorrow.”

Dawn finally found Olympia, chatting with his dad of all people.

“Well Dawn and I call them meat jelly, they’re pretty gross,” Olympia was saying to Evan, who examined a suspicious looking block of meat that a passing waiter had offered to him.

“Don’t eat that, dad,” said Dawn.

“Thanks for the tip, kiddo,” Evan said and deposited the meat jelly on a nearby table.

“Oh, Dawn, I was just telling your father about how I’m part of organizing a charity event!”

“You are?”

“It’s a play,” Olympia continued. “The Tale of Princess Froon, an Alderlian folk tale. I was asked to play the titular role to draw in the high society crowd.”

“Oh my god,” said Dawn.

“Hey, it’s a beautiful tale,” said Olympia with a grin.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“Anyway, all the proceeds will go to helping those affected by the current depression.”

Dawn had read the newspapers, of course, and knew of the rather terrible financial situation in Alderly. “That sounds pretty awesome,” he told Olympia.

“I’d sure like to see some Alderlian culture in play,” said Evan.

“You’re most heartily invited, Mr. Harvelle,” said Olympia.

“Isn’t this the one where Princess Froon gives Santa his magic powers?” asked Dawn. He remembered Quincey talking about it last year.

“Yes, just the one.”

“Oh, I can’t wait.”

A tap on his shoulder made Dawn turn around, ending up face to face with Miss Pince.

“In my new capacity as the head of Palace Office of Press and Protocol, I’d like to have a word with you.”

“Of course,” said Dawn. “See you later dad, Olympia.”

Olympia gave him a thumbs up, as Dawn followed Pince to a less crowded area.

Once they were safely out of earshot of any visiting dignitaries, Pince said: “It's clear that you've had a very laissez-faire attitude concerning your image over the past year; magazines, television, blogs…”

“Blogs, that's what I do for a living,” said Dawn. Ever since his successful article about Quincey, he had run a blog focused on his journey into learning all about Alderlian politics, customs, and of course, details about his own personal life all mixed into a neat little package. He was quite proud of it. “I’m a professional write–,”

Pince interrupted him: “But now that you're a part of the royal family, we must be careful of the image that you project. Consider me your protector.”

Dawn wasn’t a fan of where this conversation was headed. “Look, Miss Pince, I know that my life is about to change in a major way, but I’m not going to quit my job.”

“The goal is to see you and the crown in the best possible light.”

Dawn sighed, and said: “Well, nothing shines quite like the truth, right?”

“I'm glad we see eye-to-eye. Please wait here and I'll have the King and you pose for the photographs.”

After their photo-op, Quincey led Dawn out of one of the doors lining up the outer wall into a beautiful little courtyard.

“Irma didn’t give you too much trouble, did she?” he asked.

“Just wants me to delete my blog,” said Dawn.

“Yes, we’ve had words about that before,” Quincey said. “She’s just passionate about protecting the image of the royal family. She feels like it is needed now more than ever, when we’re already breaking about a dozen ancient customs just by being together.”

“I know,” said Dawn and took Quincey’s hands in his. “It’s important to project an image of continuity even through this massive change.”

“Yes.”

“Has it been difficult?” Dawn asked.

“Well, not everyone is as on board with a gay monarch as I had hoped but it was to be expected. I can’t change people’s decades held beliefs overnight, but I know I can make a change over time.”

“You’re doing a great job,” said Dawn.

Quincey smiled, but it was a tight smile. He was hiding something, but Dawn didn’t feel like pestering him about it tonight. He was exhausted too.

“You have a new equerry,” Dawn noted.

“Oh, yes, her name’s Lainey Bell,” Quincey replied. “We met in uni. She’s about the only thing keeping me afloat right now.”

Dawn gave him a look and Quincey laughed. “Aside from my everlasting love for you, of course.”

“We should get a Christmas tree up in here,” Dawn just said, observing the tree-less courtyard.

“Oh, a good idea!”

“We could go look for one tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s no good, I’m going to town to give a speech.”

“What kind of speech?” asked Dawn.

“Well, you know how I’ve been trying to implement the initiative to bring Alderly into the 21st century? Strengthening infrastructure, schools, tech…”

“It's smart.”

“That's what I thought but instead of strengthening the economy, the country is bleeding money,” Quincey explained. “And nobody can tell me why.”

Dawn frowned. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Do you know any genius economists?”

“I can’t say that I do.”

“I’m having a meeting on Friday, trying to figure this out. Something’s not right.”

“Can I come?”

“I would really appreciate it if you did.”

Dawn smiled and squeezed his hands. “We will figure this out.”

“I hope you’re right,” Quincey said. “But I also have a feeling like Irma and Miss Yaxley are going to keep you quite busy with the wedding preparations.”

“Oh, for cock’s sake…”

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