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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐬, mortemhq.

we have each other.

william 'bill' weasley, portrayed by tba. fleur weasley née delacour, portrayed by natalie dormer & loved by marie. victoire weasley, portrayed by sasha luss & loved by em. dominique weasley, portrayed by elizabeth lail & loved by ali. louis weasley, portrayed by kit connor & loved by m.

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"you don't have to perform around me" sweetheart i have to perform in front of myself

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 — got a curse i cannot lift, shines when the sunset shifts, when the moon is round and full.

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calm waves lapping coolly at your ankles while you collect shards of sea glass, a rolling fog on a full moon that gives you goosebumps, treacle tart and butter beer warm against your tongue, sitting high up in the swaying boughs of a willow tree, a crinkled smile that makes your heart race, dancing late night in the living room around the neck of a bottle, watching the sunrise glint off abraxan wings, a wave taking you out at the knees, flipping you through the water and grating you cruelly across the sand.

character parallels: connell waldron (normal people), peeta mellark (the hunger games), charlie kelmeckis (the perks of being a wallflower), isaak valtersen (skam), nathan byrne (the b*stard son & the devil himself), gale dekarios (bg3), malyen oretsev (shadow and bone), kristoff bjorgman (frozen), steve harrington (stranger things), alphonse elric (fma:b), elio perlman (call me by your name)

Full Name: Louis Alphons Weasley Gender/Pronouns: Cis man | he/him Age: Twenty-three Birthdate: May 18th Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (née Delacour) Siblings: Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley. Birth place: Shell Cottage, Tinworth, Cornwall. Height: 6"1 Species: 1/8th Veela Wizard [Afflicted with Lycanthropy] Nationality: British Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix. Body Alterations/Marks: Most of the left side of Louis' body is riddled with tearing scars, hip to mid-shoulder blade. A tattoo of the order symbol, the initials of others who fell fighting alongside him, this is pretty large by now and dominates the inside of his left bicep.

Personality Traits: - unassertive, impressionable, reclusive, pessimistic, sensitive, jaded + contemplative, solicitous, cordial, charming, dutiful, pragmatic, jocular

Blood Status: Pureblood Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Wand Arm: Right Pet: Pet Crup. Patronus: Granian Winged Horse Wand: 13 1/8 inches, Chestnut, Reasonably Supple, Phoenix feather core.

what a waste, army dreamers.

a good soldier boy, he had a head for tactics and a body to lay down for the war. so he went.

compared to many, louis knows he had luck on his side with the way they grew up. he had his siblings, both his parents, they even managed to hold onto shell cottage for most of it.

felt deep pressure to be popular and well-liked, he found it easy to amass friends but he was nauseated by stress whenever he was teased too heavily or accurately. his entire world spinning, unable to speak, to breathe until he fled. 

as a child it was simply his nature spurring him to use his veela charm to try to sow hope and camaraderie in a room, as his time on the front lines grew he started to actively hone it to stop morale from tanking after bad losses. he had a habit of making people rally with one of his freckled hands on their shoulder.

always found it difficult not to be liked so the harsh reality of war made everything seem very overwhelming. he tried to remain unperturbed and threw himself into the pragmatics of the infantry. known for charging back inside or through battlefields plucking order members off the floor and physically carrying them to healer triage. a skilled fighter, best with magics that lend to altering the mind/illusions etc.

lives in a tent nomadically accompanying a wild abraxan herd since the attack, also collects dragon census data to ensure no native species are under current threat from the enemy. collects wild herbology samples and makes sure the habitats are healthy. he is an excellent watercolourist, paints landscapes as well as fauna and flora. occasionally sketches visitors.

accomplished quidditch chaser. plays the piano.

before he turned he was obsessed with taking polaroids with his film camera, he has about 900 total that he still keeps catalogued but he looks a them far less than he used to. they cut with a keener edge now. anyone close to louis would have been given some of these.

has a crup named chipie or 'chip', who has three legs and just sort of trots along behind louis most places. very well behaved... most of the time.

two-three years ago during a battle, louis was dragged off as a trophy to be bitten by a werewolf, if this could have happened in front of other order members i'm sure the de would have made it so. keeping parts of what happened that night fluid enough that some parts are almost [wanted connections]

reticent and world-weary nowadays, he has lost some of the naive precocious, almost bolshy nature he retained beforehand. never kisses and tells but still often charms his way into beds at safehouses if he has no known enemies in residence.

something changed in him after the attack, after he survived. those who had known him watched him draw back behind an impenetrable shield overnight. the realisation that he was dangerous now, fundamentally changed.

it is interesting, as the veela magic and the werewolf curse interact the charm still perpetuates but only one person so far and those who are very sensitive will feel a threatening predatory undertone to the enticing that was never there before.

a recovering people-pleaser who finds it incredibly difficult to lay out boundaries or know how he feels about anything in the moment. trying his best.

CONNECTION IDEAS

Experimenting on his werewolf form to provide better weapons against the other side's lycanthropes. Yes, this is fucked up, yes I need it.

Honey don't feed it, (he will come back) who is letting him darken their doorway? And why do they know better babe? 

A rivalry (maybe originated in quidditch) hate? Or do they have mad chemistry? Did they used to be friends? (maybe i'm thinking about challengers MB)

Someone who used to be Lou's friend or at least neutral on him who is now terrified of him due to their own past dark experiences with werewolves.  

Magizoologist? You might rarely spot this ginger motherfucker striding quietly up and down hillsides with his quill taking notes beside him. 

Someone who he was hooking up with/closer with who he ghosted after he got mauled and came to terms with his new affliction.

there's a curse comes with a kiss, the bite that binds the gift that gives.

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louis had been watching them, trying to find some pattern to the hours that indicated just how much time had passed in their windowless cell. it felt damp to him here, like wherever they'd been taken they were beneath the ground. he'd been hiding it so far but he was quite certain his left arm was broken from the scuffle leaving the tube station. it wasn't often that he spent time at the safehouses anymore, where he'd grown up, the chopping and changing pace of wartime had made it unsteady but he'd never been alone.

he thought, burningly, of the silver-coated pill he'd had knocked from his hands moments before he could chew it open. if his calculations had been correct, he'd have been ensuring none of the destruction that ticked ever closer. he didn't need a calendar anymore, his skin got tighter with each passing day as the full moon neared, the wizard's potion had bubbled away at aldwych before the infiltration. too slow. now they were all damned to a bloody end.

the shadows of ribbony black tendrils, frayed and moth-eaten flitted ominously beneath the locked door.

in a stroke of good fortune, his cousin took up his dominant hand rather than aiming for the lame of his left. lily was right, a guard exchange was imminently due and that usually meant some jeering as they looked over the assembled captives; maybe there'd be an opening. louis grimaced.

"we've got a limited number of these left, yeah?" he murmured under his breath. "they're gonna starve us down, keep us weak. every time we try we're depleting strength and we have to make it count." louis swore colourfully in french. "realistically it should be just me, you understand that, right cousine?"

if there was one thing lily potter was, it was a fighter — until the very end. her relatives had told her before, shaking their heads with fond exasperation, you never know when to give in, and it was true. she'd been born a slight little thing, so small that her parents had held their breaths, fearful whether or not she would make it. she'd be fighting since the day she was born, and she wasn't about to stop now. lily refused to go quietly, and even in a situation as dire as this, she'd resolved to never give in. she would find a way out of this — even if she had to kill their captors with her bare hands. lily's freckled skin was littered with fresh, new wounds that were as red as her hair, some self-inflicted from her magic lashing out in a blaze of fury — failed escape attempts, each more desperate than the last. the ivory dress around her petite frame was stained with carmine-colored blood, visible even in the dim light of the dungeons. she'd torn it slightly in her last attempt when she tried to tackle a guard twice her size who'd easily pushed her off as though she was nothing — oh, if only she'd had her wand. she would've given him a reckoning.

inching towards her cousin louis, she grabbed his pale hand and squeezed it in a tight, vice-like grip. her best attempt at a comforting gesture, with what little comfort she could offer him in the cold, despairing fog. dementors lurked just outside the bolted door. "there has to be a way out of this," she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady, not letting her desperation show. there was nothing lily hated more than this powerlessness. "the next guards who come to interrogate us — we'll overpower them together." yes, louis with his sharp claws and teeth and lily with her raw ferocity and nimbleness. they could accomplish it, if they worked together. "we'll steal their wands, and then we'll fight our way out." if she said it vehemently enough, could she somehow will it into working? "listen to me. we can do this." ( @wolfsbanepotion )

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They literally show up to discuss a book they haven’t even read and then they just bang on about it with complete confidence. And people are fooled. And that bothers you? S'pose it does a little bit.

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“My hollow bones are singing a painful song; a cacophony of growls and whimpers.”

— The Starvation Symphony // b.s.