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HL- Beatrice Brown

"𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚."

Name: Beatrice Henrietta Brown

Nicknames: Bea, Trix

Birthdate: 12th of September, 18xx

Zodiac Sign:Virgo

Personality Type (MBTI): INTP

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Flaming red

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.55m

Weight: 56kg

Body Type: Slim

Skin Tone: Pale, freckled for working in the sun

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): Several

Background

Hometown

Warwickshire was the town where miners had been working for centuries, and the Browns were no less, working since the American revolution. She had a difficult childhood, and had to start working at six years old to maintain the family, as well as many mouths to feed came into the family.

The moment she got her Hogwarts letter, her life changed for the better.

Family

Mother: Louisa Jolene Brown neé Mills

The granddaughter of a Baron, her mother was the bastard daughter of the baron, who shunned them because her mother was Spanish and supporter of the First Spanish Republic. They grew up in a small cottage in Devonshire and trained her to marry someone who’d make her work lighter and better.When she turned 19 she met Bartholomew Brown while taking a stroll with her best friend when she noticed a handsome, shirtless young man covered in black– when she took a closer look, he was being beaten. She commanded them to stop and brought him to her house, where she healed him– they fell in love instantly. They married shortly after. Louise walked to the altar three months pregnant of Beatrice.Sadly, seven years later, when giving birth to her son during three days, she’d die of childbed fever shortly after. This devastating loss marked the Browns forever and Bartholomew wasn’t the same. So it was a joy when his eldest daughter received a letter from Hogwarts.

Father: Bartholomew Christian Brown

A Muggleborn whose father was a coal miner as well, he always was a simple man who enjoyed the simple things and never took anything for granted. He grew up in a closed world where you were defined by your birth and never knew how to write nor read. It was his future wife and mother of his three children Louise, a granddaughter of a Baron, who taught him and her intelligence, stubbornness and kindness which made him fall in love with her.

Younger sister: Esther Louisa Brown

Esther and Bea were the closest in age and bonded over many things and helped and defended one another when it came to fending off old lechers or when the mine was too tough. She was bugged by being separated from her when her Hogwarts letter came, but it was all for the good of the family. Esther went to marry Andrew Rivers, the ancestor of Isabelle Dubois, whose mother was a Rivers by birth.

Brother: Albert Ruben Brown

Bea loves her brother and does her best to protect him, though he’s a man with his own ego and is a bit entitled and has some misogynistic views of women in the family business, and the fact that he despised Beatrice for having exclusive education while he had to sacrifice it for the family. The two of them lost contact when he married a childhood friend and only asked for money.

Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: DADA, Muggle Studies, Ancient Studies, Charms

Worst Class: HOM

Boggart: Her dead mother blaming her for her death

Riddikulus: Her dressed as a bunny

Patronus: tbd

Patronus Memory: Singing with her mother

Mirror of Erised: Being able to love Orla openly

Amortentia (what she smells like): Coal, tall grass, beer and pine wood

Amortentia (what she smells): Freshly plucked strawberries, variety of flowers and rainy day

Career

7-10: Coal miner

11-18: Hogwarts student

19-24: Quidditch trainee

25-40: Player of the Harpies as a Chaser

40-55: Captain of the Harpies

56-64: Flying professor at Hogwarts

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her family, her own survival, the rights of coal miners

Strengths: Strong-willed, humble, patient, brave, honourable, kind and caring

Weaknesses: Stubborn, proud, never asks for help, reserved and extremely quiet

Stressed: Around rich people and purebloods who benefit from her family’s suffering

Calm/Comforted: In Orla’s arms

Favorites

Colors: Red, black, gold and blue

Weather: Cool and calm

Hobbies: Learning, football and knitting

Fashion: Due to living most of her childhood in poverty, she dresses very simple and poorly made outfits, rarely caring of how she looks, caring more of taking something to her mouth

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Orla Shannon Atkinson ( @nightmaresart )

Orla and Beatrice met during the meals in the Great Hall. One Slytherin was laughing at her for being a "mudblood" when Beatrice silenced him with a slap and delivered a speech of how she was much more than her status and that while she'd mature and learn, he'd always be an obtuse, narrow-minded and ignorant pureblood. She was intrigued then by this girl who stood up to her bully. Later, she'd realise she was in most of her classes, and how strong-willed, independent, kind and resilient she was. Her fondness grew to love and soon revealed her feelings to her in the Astronomy Tower when everybody else was sleeping. Beatrice returned her feelings and both of them would act as best friends, but at night they'd organise rendezvous and steal kisses and words of affection. When her father found out, he was scared of her, but supported her nevertheless. Orla soon became one more of the Browns.

Soon, after graduating, when the Harpies accepted and both had to shape themselves, she vowed to love nobody and find her way to her again. They wrote to one another and kept her vow until they found each other and wed on Lady Gray's chapel, vowing to never part from the other and always be their #1 priority.

They couldn't have children, but they adopted the children of the fallen coal miners and stray kids and gave them a better life.

Friends: Ethel Hexley ( @the-al-chemist )

Both women hit it off right away, both having similar backgrounds and bonded over many things and soon showed an eager Ethel the ropes of the coal miners’ suffering and both supported one another, accompanying them to their respective activisms

Abigail Jane Bennett ( @mjs-oc-corner )

Both had similar backgrounds and were dormmates, and soon bonded over many things, and she helped her be more secure about herself and better a bit more her image, and became good friends and almost sisters to one another.

Rivals: TBD (though she’d have a handful)

Trivia

Due to the homophobia of the era, she and Orla couldn't marry, but had a small ceremony where her father and someone of Orla's trust witnessed and was officiated by Lady Gray in her family chapel as Viscountess.

They had to move from place to place because of her work.

She never had children of her own but adopted several children who had become orphans because of the bad life quality life of the coal miners.

She became later in life a great advocate of the coal miners, taking her father's work

She can run really fast and her father taught her street fighting, so she can throw a punch

She spent most of her life honing her duelling skills.

Her dormmates were the only ones who knew about she and Orla.

She used to be bullied by Slytherins because of her blood condition.

Her father died a year after her clandestine wedding to Orla due to his poor health.

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“You can paint me any color,

And I can be your clown,

But you ain’t got my number --

No, you can’t pin me down!”

~“Can’t Pin Me Down” by Marina and the Diamonds

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includes references to Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch; Atticus Grimsley and Montelimar Bloom @cursebreakerfarrier; Orla Atkinson @nightmaresart; Io Gordon @drinkyoursoupbitch; and Siyana Devonshire @dat-silvers-girl! 💚

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Aesop Sharp was not a man completely devoid of patience. One truly couldn’t hope to teach anyone -- or even to stay sane, dealing with students like Garreth Weasley on the regular -- if they didn’t have a little of it. But when it came to dealing with fifth year Slytherin Jackson Knightly, Sharp found himself incredibly frustrated.

Jackson had been a late arrival to Potions class when he arrived at Hogwarts for his second year, just like one of Sharp’s personal favorite students, fellow Slytherin Adelia Selwyn. Unlike his best friend, though, Jackson was not at all attuned to Potions. Not only was he enough of a troublemaker that he was perfectly willing to smuggle ingredients to the likes of Garreth Weasley on a whim, he very frequently neglected to take brews off the fire before they exploded or forgot crucial steps in the middle of brewing. Sharp would frequently remind Jackson to stop daydreaming in class (which he was very prone to do), but rather than it snapping the boy back to any sort of attention or making him reflect on doing better, he would almost inevitably lose focus again, not long after Sharp moved on. And the last thing Aesop Sharp wanted to be was a bloody nanny.

When Sharp spoke to his colleague and Slytherin’s Head of House, Abraham Ronen, about his frustrations, Ronen merely laughed.

“Ah, Aesop,” he said jovially, “you have not taught students as long as I have. Young Jackson’s behavior is truly nothing out of the ordinary. Many a student has found themselves more able to focus on those things they have personal investment in over those things that don’t spark their imagination. I would think a fellow Slytherin alumnus such as yourself would be very attuned to that.”

“I am already very well aware of how much Mr. Knightly prefers your teaching style to mine,” said Sharp very coolly. “He is definitely your kind of student. But I am not about to start playing Gobstones with bottles of Shrinking Solution just to try to earn a single student’s favor -- and Mr. Knightly should learn to see the value in all of his classes, however lacking of entertainment he may find them to be.”

Ronen gave Sharp a pat to the shoulder. “Of course. It behooves him, and all of our students, to learn how to work well with a wide array of people. But you know, even we professors need to re-learn that too, once in a while...sometimes through students we find challenging to teach.”

A flicker of amusement seemed to dance in the older man’s eye.

“You say Jackson is my kind of student -- and yes, for certain he is. Talented, amiable, excitable, curious...incredibly witty, and yet surprisingly sensitive -- I’d say Eleazar and Madam Kogawa are just as fond of the boy as I am, and they’re not even his Head of House! But truly, I think you might find Jackson’s a very promising student in his own way...perhaps even in your class. Why, if even Atticus Grimsley can find it in his heart to like Jackson as a student, despite all the trouble he gets up to outside of class, surely you could.”

Sharp was skeptical of this thought process until the day following the invigorating Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor that spring. The Potionsmaster himself had not been present at the Pitch -- he’d had much more pressing matters to research in the Hogwarts library -- but he heard the school matron, Noreen Blainey, complaining to Ronen about it the following morning at breakfast.

“ -- poor boy got that hexed Bludger straight to the face, Professor! It broke his nose in five places! And yet he’s absolutely refused to come to me for treatment!”

“Jackson seems to be doing better now, Madam,” Ronen tried to soothe her, but she wasn’t having any of it.

“Only because he’s off brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions to mask the damage! He barely avoided getting knocked unconscious! That damage undoubtedly went below the surface. And yet somehow Mr. Knightly managed to slip right out from under everyone in the stands before they could send him to me, polished himself up, and now he’s cheerfully acting like he’s fine, despite barely being able to see straight!”

Ronen frowned. “Hm...perhaps I can convince Jackson to get a full physical exam. I’m certain if we emphasize our concern for his well-being -- ”

“Concern!” scoffed the nurse. “Unlikely! That boy wouldn’t even come to me for help when he got burned by Streeler venom, Professor. He’s almost as stubborn as Aesop Sharp, when it comes to accepting professional Healing advice...”

Sharp couldn’t help but cock his eyebrows very coolly at that, but ultimately chose not to join the conversation. It had made some gears turn in his head as it was, so he decided to dwell on the matter alone over breakfast.

Jackson Knightly brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions? Now that seemed thoroughly unlikely. Knightly had never been so competent to brew a potion he could safely ingest without proper oversight. It had to have been Miss Selwyn who helped him with it -- or perhaps Montelimar Bloom: the Ravenclaw did have a tendency to come to Jackson’s rescue, when he was in trouble. Even Bloom’s best friend Orla Atkinson was well known at being talented with healing magic...

Sharp’s eyes flitted over to the Slytherin table absently. He could see Adelia Selwyn and Jackson’s dormmates, Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, sitting there -- even Gryffindor’s Beater, Io Gordon, had apparently left her own table to go over and talk to Adelia -- but no Jackson Knightly...

His left eyebrow raising with interest, Sharp sidled to his feet carefully, before trudging out of the Great Hall and back toward the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

Blasted leg, Sharp cursed inwardly. His lack of agility would never not irritate the ex-Auror -- he would’ve loved it if he could just Apparate up and down to different floors without climbing so many damned stairs, but the magic within the school’s walls was far too powerful to allow for that.

Eventually, though, Sharp did make it back to his classroom -- and as soon as he arrived, his sharp ears immediately perked up when he picked out the distinctive sound of something bubbling in a cauldron.

Well, that could easily end in disaster, being attempted by the wrong student.

The image of Garreth Weasley blowing up his third potion that month rippled over Sharp’s mind.

Reflecting back on his old stealth training, the ex-Auror sidled into the classroom as quietly as he possibly could with his clunky leg, easing the door open so carefully that it didn’t give the slightest creak. When his eyes landed on the workstation being used, however, Sharp was a bit startled by what he found.

It was indeed Jackson Knightly. But rather than being in the company of someone helping him, he was working completely on his own, his back to Sharp as he counted out three -- four -- five lionfish spines, and then dropped them one by one into the cauldron. He kept glancing at the potion off-and-on, humming something absently, as he poured himself a cup of tea from a nearby teapot and mixed in some sugar. Once the potion had turned yellow, he tossed in five more spines, as well as some flobberworm mucus. Then Jackson sipped his tea, still humming absently, as he watched the potion turn purple.

Sharp stood in the door frame, his arms crossed, as he silently watched Jackson work. The Slytherin was in his own little world during the entire process -- eating toast, drinking tea, and even reading out of a tiny book that couldn’t possibly be for Potions while waiting for certain reactions to take place -- but he still did every step perfectly, all seemingly from memory. There were definitely points, though, where Jackson had to pause in the middle, close his eyes, and massage his temple as he took deep breaths -- clearly his head was still hurting him.

Sharp didn’t make himself known until Jackson took the potion off the fire at last. Once the potion had started to cool, he actually brought his hands together in a slow clap.

Jackson looked up, startled, as Sharp approached.

“A perfectly brewed Wiggenweld Potion,” said the Potionsmaster.

Despite being taken aback by his sudden audience, Jackson very quickly put on a big grin and gave a sweeping bow.

“To earn a ‘perfect’ assessment from you is high praise indeed, Master Sharp,” the fifteen-year-old said with a dashing smirk.

“Indeed,” Sharp said airily. “I would hardly have believed it of you, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

The professor’s brows were raised high over his eyes as he considered Jackson a bit more carefully. There wasn’t any cosmetic damage to his face -- but true to what the school matron had said, Jackson’s blue eyes looked slightly unfocused and lacking of light. That lack of consciousness was something Sharp recognized immediately as indicative of a mild head injury.

“...You should take a seat,” Sharp said lowly. “Ingesting anything is best done in a seated position.”

Jackson gave a laugh. “Not when one is drinking one of these on the Dueling Field! My dear Lala -- Orla Atkinson, you know -- she gets competitive enough as it is. If I took the time to sit down and have fairy cakes with my potions, I reckon I’d have to ingest even more of both, once she was done with me!”

The brown-haired boy acted as flippant as ever as he wandered around the table to fetch his teacup. He played off the slight stumble in his step, as well as the slight clumsiness to his settling himself down on the edge of his workstation. Carefully ladling some of his finished potion out of his cauldron and into his half-finished tea, he then gave a long sip from the cup, exhaling lowly as he lowered the ladle and rubbed his temple. Then he plastered a smile back on as he addressed Sharp.

“Would you care for some tea yourself, Professor?” asked Jackson politely. “I borrowed the recipe from my sweetest little unicorn, Miss Devonshire, and it really is sublime...”

“No, thank you,” said Sharp.

“Oh, come now!” Jackson egged him on. “It’s still early morning -- I would think a cup of masala chai would be a good way to start the day off right.”

Sharp cocked an eyebrow. “Perhaps it would -- if it were being enjoyed in the Great Hall, with the rest of one’s breakfast. But you seem to have neglected that.”

Jackson shrugged.

“Wasn’t feeling quite my best,” he said offhandedly. “But no matter -- I’ll be feeling right as rain, with a bit more of this -- ”

He ladled some more of the Wiggenweld Potion into his teacup. Sharp’s lips knit together.

“It might take a stronger potion than that to deal with the aftermaths of a concussion, young man.”

Jackson’s smile flickered ever-so-slightly as Sharp sidled clumsily across the room over to his desk.

“Oh, it -- it’s not nearly as bad as all that,” said Jackson, trying to keep the smile on despite how weak it suddenly seemed. He put down his teacup on the tray at his workstation. “I’ve dealt with far worse than this. Broken bones, glass embedded in my feet, Streeler venom...even got thrown head-first into a stone wall once, and I’m still standing! Dare I say, perhaps better than ever!”

His mouth spread into a brighter white smile. The Slytherin boy’s voice strangely didn’t come across as arrogant or blustering, however -- instead, it seemed almost reassuring: as if he wanted to comfort his professor so he wouldn’t worry.

Sharp, however, was blunt in his response.

“You may dispense with the pretenses, Knightly -- you’re not as good of an actor as you think you are.”

Jackson actually couldn’t help but pout at this.

“Bad form, sir,” he said rather coolly. “Insult my potionmaking, by all means, but to insult my performance ability overall? That is supremely ungentlemanly.”

Sharp actually couldn’t bite back a small smirk of his own. “I have been called worse things.”

Once he eased himself down in his chair, Sharp rested his hands on his desk, clasping them together as he regarded Jackson with a more serious expression.

“...You seem to know this particular brew quite well, to recall all of the steps from memory.”

The professor’s eyes flitted down to the book left open at Jackson’s station. As he’d thought, it wasn’t a book of Potions notes -- it instead seemed to be a book of poetry, judging by the few words he could make out upside down.

Jackson gave another shrug and offhand smile. “Well, as they say, practice makes perfect.”

“Indeed -- for you to brew it so well, it’s clear you’ve practiced quite frequently. Undoubtedly out of a necessity for it.”

Jackson’s dashing white smile became a bit cheekier. “What can I say? Trouble is a friend I run into quite often.”

“I’m well aware,” said Sharp coolly.

He paused. Then, after a moment, he said stridently,

“For the injury you’ve sustained, however, I do not think a Wiggenweld Potion alone would heal the damage.”

Jackson opened his mouth as if to speak, but Sharp cut him off.

“And since it’s rather obvious that you don’t wish a Healer’s input on what treatment would be suitable...allow me to, at the very least, give you some advice on what potion would be a better solution.”

The Potions professor eased himself up and out of his chair, awkwardly stomping over to his own station at the head of the class.

“Follow me,” he said brusquely.

Startled, Jackson got to his feet. He was frozen for only a moment, before he’d hurriedly rushed over to walk right alongside Sharp like a shadow. When Sharp reached his station, Jackson’s focus was abruptly drawn to the other side of the room.

“Your attention, please, Kn -- ”

Before Sharp could finish, though, Jackson had flung out his hand, and in an instant, the closest stool had glided across the room and into his open hands.

Sharp’s mouth was left slightly open, as Jackson brought the stool right up behind his professor with a smile.

“Here, sir,” he said, his charming face betraying some genuine kindness. “Allow me.”

Sharp stared down at the fifteen-year-old boy. Then he very quickly cleared his throat.

“...Ahem -- yes. Thank you.”

He sat down on the stool. Jackson then summoned one wandlessly for himself and positioned it next to Sharp’s.

“How long have you been able to summon things without a wand?” asked Sharp.

Jackson smiled brightly. “Quite a while, actually -- since I was ten, at least. Maybe even nine. I was right on the cusp when I first learned I had magic, you see. I’m not quite as good at wandless Charms as I am with Transfiguration, though -- conjuring flowers and doves is what I did most, in those days...”

Sharp’s eyebrows were rather high as he took this in.

“I know it can be kind of dangerous, to not use a wand to channel your magic,” Jackson said amiably. “Professor Weasley’s warned me of that, a few times, what with the risk of becoming an Obscurus and all. But...well, I was solely among Muggles, back then. Didn’t exactly have the means to go out and buy myself a proper wand, let alone any spellbooks. Truth be told, I....didn’t even own a wand until I returned to Britain, in time for my second year at Hogwarts. And truly, I am very fond of my wand -- she’s a most lovely thing. I just sometimes fall back on old habits.”

Wandless magic at only nine years old? Not only that, but wandless conjuration -- one of the most difficult branches of Transfiguration, largely set aside for students approaching the NEWT level? Despite himself, Sharp was actually rather impressed.

“...Hm. Well...if you can muster up the proper attention span, you could always speak to Professor Onai about such things. Uagadou is well known for teaching its students the art of wandless magic.”

Sharp turned to his station.

“Now, then -- watch closely. This brew is called the Syrup of Asphodel. It’s actually rather simple in its ingredients, but you will have to grind the asphodel root down to a fine powder and mix everything in just the right order, for it to be effective...”

Sharp stopped talking and set to work straight away. In the beginning, he could sense Jackson watching him -- before long, though, the boy once again seemed to drift off, his eyes gliding away toward the far corner of the room.

“Pay attention, Knightly,” said Sharp. “I don’t intend to demonstrate this twice.”

“My apologies, sir,” said Jackson.

Despite this, though, his blue eyes once again were drawn to the unfinished tea service at his station.

“...Sir?”

“What is it?”

“Are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea? I should think the potionmaking process would be a lot more enjoyable, if one partook in some tea in the midst of it...”

“I’m in no need of distractions, Mr. Knightly,” said Sharp airily, “and truthfully, neither are you. You get distracted enough in my class without adding a pot of tea to the mix.”

Jackson frowned slightly.

“Perhaps...” he granted. “But you said yourself that I brewed a perfect Wiggenweld Potion, while I was indulging in just such a cup of tea. And reading some lovely poems, for that matter.”

Sharp paused in his work to glance at Jackson out the side of his eye. The fifteen-year-old had taken out his wand and used it to levitate the tea service a bit more gently over to a table closer by.

“Forgive my impertinence, Professor,” said the Slytherin teenager as he got up and started fussing with his tea set, while still glancing over his shoulder toward Sharp at his station, “but for me, such ‘distractions’ as you call them are not a hindrance. My mind is prone to wander, as you know -- ”

Sharp gave a low, amused snort at the gross understatement.

“ -- but one thing that prevents that, for me, is constant action,” Jackson pressed on, unabashed. “Channeling my energy into physical activity -- even if it’s simply indulging in a cup of tea or parsing through works of Edgar Allan Poe -- ”

He summoned the book of poetry over to him with another wave of his wand, opening it to a certain page and perusing it before he returned his focus to Sharp’s station again.

“ -- I suppose it anchors me in the here and now, as it were. It gives me a reason to stay here, on the ground -- multiple reasons, in fact, all of which interest me. Whereas such austere silence -- complete stillness and undivided focus...it makes my mind restless. Like a dog being asked to walk around on two legs. It feels unnatural -- makes me prone to twitch about, just to try to get comfortable. And sooner or later, whoosh -- off I go toward a more exciting daydream, and all focus is gone.”

Massaging his sore temple a bit more with one hand, Jackson nonetheless beamed over his shoulder at Sharp.

“I confess -- it saddens me greatly that I lose my focus so easily in your class. You do so seem to love your subject.”

“How kind,” Sharp said coolly. With a tired sigh, he said, “Very well. I shall continue my work on this potion, while you do whatever you feel you must, to stay engaged. But as I said, I have no intention of demonstrating this twice -- so if your method of ‘anchoring’ yourself proves ineffective in helping you internalize my lesson, then that’s solely on your own head.”

Jackson grinned. “Understood, sir.”

And so Sharp continued brewing his potion. As he did, he could once again feel Jackson’s eyes on him, though rather intermittently, since the boy was also rifling through the book of poems, cleaning out spare potion bottles with his wand, and brewing a fresh pot of tea as he watched. At some points, Jackson even asked questions -- good ones, to Sharp’s surprise.

“When doubling such a recipe, would one simply double the ingredients, or just the amount of salt water? If one considers the potential for asphodel poisoning.”

“You would add a pinch more root for every three drops of salt water,” Sharp answered.

“And the best way to safely amplify the potion’s effects?”

“Add a half cup of dittany. It’s a resilient enough plant to not curdle in the face of asphodel when mixed in, and yet it’s soothing enough to not actively conflict with its effects.”

Jackson looked thoughtful. “Hm...would a pinch of ginger not conflict? Ginger’s supposed to be good for one’s digestion -- it might help make the tonic a bit more palatable.”

Sharp glanced back at Jackson over his shoulder with some interest.

“...Not a bad suggestion,” he said.

After a few minutes, Sharp finished off the potion and began to empty the contents of his cauldron into a vial. As he did, Jackson dropped off the second of the cups of tea he’d poured out down on Sharp's desk, not far away from the station he was working at.

“Here you are, sir,” he said politely.

“And there you are,” Sharp said crisply. With the potion vial full, he held it out for Jackson to take. “Syrup of Asphodel -- made up of nothing but salt water and, as one can expect, powdered root of asphodel. Do you remember how many drops of salt water one requires?”

“Three per dosage,” Jackson said promptly.

“And how many times did I stir this potion?” asked Sharp, as he lumbered back over to his desk.

Jackson considered this. He seemed to be counting in his own head.

“Let’s see...once when I sat down, twice before I lost focus -- three when I did. Four after I summoned the tray -- five, six...seven when I reread Lenore -- eight, nine...nine, yes, I believe it was nine?”

“Correct,” said Sharp. He placed his hand down on the desk so as to ease himself down into his chair. “Clockwise or counterclockwise?”

Jackson’s eyes drifted up toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “...All clockwise except for the first and last two.”

“Very good,” said Sharp, and indeed, he did sound rather pleased. “It seems there truly is a method to get you to pay attention to my lessons.”

Jackson grinned that bit more mischievously. “Glad to hear you’ll be more indulgent of me inviting my friend Lord Byron to class with me in the future, Professor!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Sharp said airily. “I’m still not thoroughly convinced this wasn’t some sort of practical joke on your part.”

His impish grin spreading that bit more, Jackson brought the vial up to his lips and downed its contents. Within seconds, he shuddered, but the breath he exhaled was full to the brim with relief and relaxation.

“...Ahhh...” he sighed happily as he brought a hand up to his forehead. “Oh, that does feel better...”

Sharp nodded in satisfaction. “Good to hear it.”

Jackson washed the potion down with the rest of his tea before turning to Sharp with a visibly more relaxed smile.

“Thank you for your time, sir,” he said. “And your lesson -- they’re both greatly appreciated.”

“You’re welcome,” said Sharp. “Now don’t you have some other lessons to get to? One thing I’ve learned is that however poor one’s health may be, one can’t easily justify not going to class, if he intends to not rest in the Hospital Wing.”

Jackson laughed. “No, I jolly well suppose not.”

Sharp indicated the door with a nod of his head. “Off you go, then.”

As Jackson made as if to go, though, he paused in the door frame and looked back with an odd, almost compassionate expression.

“...Sir, I really think you should try the chai,” he said gently. “Miss Devonshire recommended it to me for pain relief. Muggle remedy it might be...I would think it still might soothe some of the pain in your leg.”

Sharp paused. His dark eyes flitted down to the cup of tea in front of him to back up at the kindly boy in his door frame.

Then, very slowly, the Potions professor’s gaze seemed to lose some of its edge. It made his features look much less critical than before, though no less discerning.

“...Mm. I see.”

Sharp gave Jackson a muted incline of his head.

“...Thank you.”

Jackson’s face spread into a bright, charming white grin as he swept out of the room and back up the stairs at a run. Sharp himself also found himself smirking ever-so-slightly once he’d disappeared from view.

Jackson Knightly was certainly not his type of student -- but, Sharp had to admit as he picked up the cup of masala chai and silently enjoyed the soothing scent and taste of the brew -- he was a promising one, all the same. So long as he actually applied himself properly.

#hphl #my writing #jackson knightly #aesop sharp #abraham ronen #adelia selwyn #orla atkinson #montelimar bloom #siyana devonshire #io gordon #my fanfiction #oh my gosh yay I actually got to write some jackson content?!#I've missed my showman boy #yes jackson has undiagnosed ADHD #so moving around and keeping his hands and feet busy tends to help him with remembering things #even just reading things aloud helps him study #jackson and my other legacy era kids aren't 'mc' from the game just for the record #they just live in that era but won't follow any of the game's story #so yeah if you want your kids to interact with them it should be easy since they'll be doing their own thing outside the canon story

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nightmaresart · 11 months

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"They were young, they didn't know what life had planned for them,"

Allow me to reintroduce ocs I never thought I'd touch again, but thanks to some people I have started to rework them all completely. Yes they are of the HL era, but they aren't the mc bc I don't wanna touch the game, but I do enjoy the historic era.

So everyone meet my 6 ocs for that specific era: Orla Atkinson, Skadi Ottesen, Victoria Montgomery, Lewis Gallach, Ezra Bloodsworth and Corvina Bloodsworth!

Ezra and Corvina are ocs that have just been given new names as the two previous ones never really had much lore to them, so now I wanna expand on that with their new identities.

#hphl era #hphl #hogwarts legacy #orla atkinson #skadi ottesen #victoria montgomery #lewis gallach #ezra bloodsworth #corvina bloodsworth #aesthetic board #hp aesthetic #hphl aesthetic

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movienized-com · 2 months

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Stonehouse

Stonehouse (Mini-Serie 2023) #MatthewMacfadyen #SimonGreenall #KevinMcNally #DorothyAtkinson #KeeleyHawes #OrlaHill Mehr auf:

Mini-serie Jahr: 2023 (Januar) Genre: Biografie / Comedy / Drama Hauptrollen: Matthew Macfadyen, Simon Greenall, Kevin McNally, Dorothy Atkinson, Keeley Hawes, Orla Hill, Aoife Checkland, Emer Heatley, Archie Barnes, Celia Robertson, Adrian Metcalfe, Igor Grabuzov, Sam Lockwood … Serienbeschreibung: Verfolgt das Leben und die Zeit des in Ungnade gefallenen Labour-Politikers John Stonehouse…

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#BritBox Originals #Dorothy Atkinson #Kevin McNally #Matthew Macfadyen #Simon Greenall

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fxxckinjapanesetranceblog · 1 year

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Deirdre McLaughlin

Deirdre McLaughlinについて調べてみました。

アイルランドの Letterkenny出身。Subculture, Armada Music, Future Sound Of Egypt Recordings, Vandit Records, Statement! Recordings, Full Tilt Recordingsなどのレコードレーベルと契約しているヴォーカリスト兼ソングライター。John O’callaghan, Bryan Kearney, Full Tilt, Proff, Roben de Ronde, Sean Tyas, Orla Feeney, Will Atkinsonなどのアーティストとコラボレーションしたことがある人物で、Subcultureのミックスコンピレーションアルバムに多数収録されているアーティスト。フォークソングのシングルを多数リリースしている人物で、アイルランドを拠点に活動しているヴォーカリスト。

Never Walk Away をリリースしました。

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Believe In You をリリースしました。

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Let You Go をリリースしました。

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See The Light をリリースしました。

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unfortunate-arrow · 3 years

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🦡 Orla Atkinson 🦡

My half of an aesthetic trade with @nightmaresart

#orla atkinson #hphl #hogwarts legacy #my aesthetic #hope you like it!#and that the quotes fit her #they felt right #aesthetic trade #other people’s ocs

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thatravenpuffwitch · 3 years

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Hogwarts Legacy MCs as Michael Scott Quotes

I just felt like making something silly! Hope this makes you laugh! 💛

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Adelia Selwyn

Jackson Knightly — @carewyncromwell

Teddy Ellison — @cursebreakerfarrier

Tadhg Lynch — @unfortunate-arrow

Roel Leeuwenhoek — @words-and-wands

Gabriel Sapieha — @lizzieparkerhphm

Roxie Haley — @hphm-rhia

Lu Morrison — @rosievixen

Orla Atkinson — @hphm-brooke

Danny Gibson — @catohphm

#there were so many good quotes to choose from #it was hard to pick lmao #the office #incorrect quotes #adelia selwyn #jackson knightly #arthur ‘teddy’ ellison #roel leeuwenhoek #gabriel sapieha #roxie haley #lu morrison #orla atkinson #danny gibson #other people’s hphl mcs

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catchyoulaterhotdog · 3 years

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now playing teen idol ▶

Side A: I. Primadonna, MARINA II. Bubblegum Bitch, MARINA III. Are you satisfied?, MARINA IV. Teen idle, MARINA V. I am not a robot, MARINA VI. Girls like girls, Hayley Kiyoko VII. Sofia, Clairo VIII. i wanna be your girlfriend, girl in red IX. Little miss perfect, Think Out Loud X. prom dress, mxmtoon XI. Prom queen, Beach Bunny XII. broken, lovelytheband XIII. girls, girl in red XIV. Sports, Beach Bunny XV. Wow, Dirty Candi XVI. All eyes on me, Dirty Candi XVII. The King, Conan Gray XXVIII. She, Dodie XIX. I’m just your problem, Olivia Olson XX. Seventeen, MARINA XXI. All you wanna do, Aimie Atkinson XXII. Greek God, Conan Gray XXIII. Oh no! , MARINA XXIV. Girls, MARINA XXV. When I rule the world, LIZ XXVI. bad idea! , girl in red XXVII. Michelle, Sir Chloe XXVIII. Animal, Sir Chloe XXIX. Too Close, Sir Chloe XXX. seasonal depression, mxmtoon XXXI. forget her, girl in red XXXII. i’ll die anyway. , girl in red XXXIII. Bags, Clairo XXXIV. Bubble Gum, Clairo XXXV. Silly girl, Chloe Moriondo

Side B: I. I wish you liked girls, Abbey Glover II. Lowlife, That Poppy III. I hate everyone but you, Elita IV. Back of a cab, King Princess V. Tough on myself, King Princess VI. Nobody, Mitski VII. Seashore, The Regrettes VIII. I want to be with you, Chloe Moriondo IX. Francis Forever, Mitski X. I eat boys, Chloe Moriondo XI. Pink in the night, Mitski XII. Pacify her, Melanie Martinez XIII. Monster, Dodie XIV. two queens in a king size bed, girl in red XV. Ribs, Lorde XVI. The love club, Lorde XVII. White teeth teens, Lorde XXVIII. Affluenza, Conan Gray XIX. Friday night big screen, GIRLI XX. I love us, The Regrettes XXI. i was all over her, salvia palth XXII. Hollywood, MARINA XXIII. Man’s World, MARINA XXIV. Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine XXV. good 4 u, Olivia Rodrigo XXVI. Dress up, The Regrettes XXVII. Don’t make me, MALINDA XXVIII. All talk, Cate XXIX. Anyway, Rebecca Black XXX. Between my teeth, Orla Gartland XXXI. Colourblind, Peach PRC XXXII. Blow your mind (Mwah), Dua Lipa XXXIII.buy me diamonds, Bea Miller XXXIV. Wannabe, Spice girls XXXV. Woman, Ke$ha XXXVI. Bubble pop electric, Gwen Stefani XXXVII. I told you I was mean, Elle King XXXVIII. Sue Me, Sabrina Carpenter XXXIX. I’m Fakin, Sabrina Carpenter XL. Princesses don’t cry, CARYS

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp playlists #playlist #spotify playlist #carrie wilson #carrie jatp #flarrie #carrie playlist

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artificialperidot · 4 years

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tag meme time, ladies n gents

I was tagged by the lovely @blackhaus, thank you angel!! :)

Name: Molly

Nickname: I don’t really have one? I guess mol is kind of a nickname. Though one of my friends called me molteaser for like a year and I hated every second

Zodiac sign: Aries sun, Leo moon and Leo rising. Lots of fire. Lots of chaos. But like, nice chaos.

Nationality: Irish!

Languages spoken: English is the only thing I’m fluent in, sadly. I know a little French and the tiniest bit of Spanish, but I’d love to know more.

What time is it: Currently 00:03

Celebrity Crush: Oh wow, I have no idea. I guess Lauren Jauregui? Or Liz Gillies. Or Aimie Atkinson. But there’s a lot.

Favourite fictional character: Not a fucking clue. I can’t think of one, but I’m sure one will come to me in 5 minutes and I’ll be like DAMN IT!

Favourite Musician: oooooh that’s tough. I love Dodie and I always will, though recently I’ve been bopping out to Orla Gartland and Conan Gray. And Ariana Grande because I’m basic. Do musical theatre soundtracks count?

Favourite sports team: I am not a sports gay, but Liverpool FC has a place in my heart.

Favourite season: like spring or summer? I can’t pick.

Favourite flower: sunflowers are pretty!

Favourite scent: Vanilla. Or baked goods. Just something sweet.

Favourite animal: Dogs, though for a long time it’s was owls.

Favourite food: Pizza! But like, good pizza. Crisps are also up there, because they make up 75% of my diet

Dream car: idk any cars. One that works?

Instruments: I play violin, and I used to play piano but I quit my piano lessons because I was terrible and I was terrified of my teacher

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Tea! With lots of milk and lots of sugar. Though hot chocolate also slaps.

Dog or cat person: dog person, but I love cats too

Following: 120

Followers: 152, though I really don’t care about followers and all that because all I do is reblog fics once in a blue moon lol

Other blogs: I don’t have any, I barely use this as it is

Blog established: I wanna say May of 2019?

Do you have a tumblr crush: literally all of my mutuals, y’all are so pretty

Do you get asks: like, a couple, but not many

What’s your lucky number: 57

What are you wearing right now: A massively oversized Aladdin t-shirt, and checked pj bottoms. I’m in bed, don’t judge.

Drink(s) of choice: Fanta orange or 7up, but I’ve drank an absurd amount of Pepsi max in quarantine.

Number of blankets you sleep with: people sleep with more than one?

Average sleep hours: During school it was max 6 or 7 hours, but nowadays it’s more like 9 or 10.

Random fact: I’m a twin!

This was fun!! I tag @pink-grapefruit-cafe @soulfulwinter @dawningofdrag and anyone else who wants to do it (looking at you, jankie candle)💘💘

#zip it molly #tag meme #i talk too much #if you fancy doing this #go for it!

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endlessly-cursed · 10 months

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hppe23, day three: beatrice's rented carriage almost runs over a beautiful stranger who's totally flirting with her. not that she's aware

event hosted by @gaygryffindorgal & orla belongs to @nightmaresart ❤💛

#hphl #hp victorian era #oc: beatrice brown #orla atkinson #orlatrice #beatrice x orla #hppe23 day three #harry potter pride extravaganza #hppe23

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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May I ask for some Jackson headcanons? It's mainly bc I miss him and so does Orla

Ohhhh, my sweet, gay Minister showman!! I really haven't done much for him lately -- I so need to fix that! If nothing else, Jacko and Lala’s friendship owns my heart!! 🥰💚

In the meantime, though...headcanons for my dear Jackson!

Resident charmer Jackson had his fair share of admirers at Hogwarts, many of them female. Jackson's first real crush, however, ended up being on his future husband and one true love, Montelimar "Monty" Bloom -- all of Jackson's friends can testify that Jackson is absolutely insufferable, when it comes to expressing that affection. Jackson would gush about Monty's talents, accomplishments, and best traits quite frequently even before he came out of the closet, and once Jackson and Monty became a thing, all gloves were off. Jackson never fails to verbally express his complete adoration and respect for his significant other, however much he still feels self-conscious showing physical affection in public. @cursebreakerfarrier

At school Jackson was a very popular Quidditch commentator. He had such a flair for it that several scouts from the Quidditch League actually approached him about going professional after school, but by then, Jackson had already grown up enough that he knew he would do far more good at the Ministry of Magic. Jackson's favorable impression with the Quidditch League, though, later served him very well as a member of Minister Venusia Crickerly's support staff, whenever he'd have to work with the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Jackson's mother Cassandra -- not unlike Arthur Weasley -- finds a lot of charm in Muggle trinkets and baubles. One of her favorite things to collect are Muggle music boxes.

Jackson absolutely loathes American-style hot dogs. Even as Minister, he silently refused to indulge in any even when offered one at a meeting with the MACUSA's president, though of course he merely feigned lack of hunger and smiled and charmed his way through the entire press conference to try to draw attention away from his disdain for the food being served.

Jackson never got to meet Gellert Grindelwald in person, but he did actually receive a note from Grindelwald at one point during the war against him, "appealing" to Jackson that they were more alike than he thought -- that the world had both done them wrong, and they could remake the world anew much more easily if they worked together, rather than against each other. Grindwelwald even ended the note by cheekily inviting Jackson to attend his upcoming rally in Paris. Jackson was so offended by the message that he strode across the sitting room to the fireplace, chucked the letter in the roaring fire, and then settled himself down into his husband Montelimar's lap so he could cuddle with him for the next hour.

After Jackson was returned home to his mother after being kidnapped by his father, his maternal grandfather Everard took a very strong liking to Jackson. Being a Slytherin himself, Everard passed down an old class ring of his emblazoned with the Slytherin serpent down to Jackson, as both a graduation gift and a blessing of his relationship with Monty. Everard also thinks very highly of Jackson's best friend, Adelia Selwyn -- he solely credits her for Jackson being rescued from his Muggle conman father and returned to his family, which is a debt he thinks will never be fully repaid. @thatravenpuffwitch

Even if Jackson is very charming and by and large dislikes violence, that doesn't mean he can't be kind of immature, when it comes to dealing with fights. He will absolutely sass someone's face off or give them a good verbal lashing, even if they're about ready to blast a wall open, whether out of flat-out amusement or just to "stick it" to them. This is especially true if the person is someone Jackson already doesn't like -- it doesn't matter if that person is twice Jackson's size with muscles the size of melons; Jackson's going to dance around them taunting them anyway, just to rile them up. There have been more than a few times where either husband Monty has had to play knight in shining armor and come to Jackson's rescue or friend Orla Atkinson has had to swoop in to kick the person's arse before they murder Jackson in cold blood. @nightmaresart

Jackson's first familiar was a black cat named Lenore, named after the poem by one of his favorite authors, Edgar Allen Poe. After Lenore died, Jackson was so utterly heartbroken that a week or so later, Adelia surprised him with a brand-new, bright-white kitten, who Jackson named Odo. Odo is a male version of the name "Odette," the main character from the ballet Swan Lake.

As Minister, Jackson developed a very good relationship with the French Ministry of Magic, thanks in part to his knowledge of French through his husband Monty and in part to his overall charm and charisma. The French Ministry was incredibly disappointed by Jackson's successor, Hector Fawley, who they considered both far less talented and far more boring.

One of Jackson's happiest memories working for the Ministry was being able to visit the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary and actually being able to handle and feed some of their residents. Jackson was even able to ride one of them -- a one-eyed Antipodean Opal Eye there called Lukas -- much to his ever-lasting glee. He even sent a picture of himself with the dragon in question to his old school friend Siobhan Llewellyn, just to share how over the moon he was about finally being able to ride a dragon. @kc-and-co

Jackson loves spoiling his friends with gifts, but he also will sometimes express his generous nature in softer ways, such as magically mending some of Orla's injuries after a fight or offering to pin up Siobhan's hair before she enters a formal school event. He's particularly prone to fixing his male friends' ascots or collars -- when he does it with his husband Monty, the gesture is always rather sexually charged, since Jackson often can't help himself from whispering about how much he can look forward to helping Monty "loosen up" later.

After Jackson's death, a collection of the poetry he wrote is found in his husband Monty's old file cabinet. That collection of poetry is eventually reprinted and published post-mortem, under the title of one of Jackson's earliest poems -- Forever in Bloom.

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #jackson knightly #about jackson #montelimar bloom #adelia selwyn #orla atkinson #siobhan llewelyn #gellert grindelwald

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nightmaresart · 2 years

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For the kid ask, may I ask for Orlatrice, please? 🥺 if not in the mood for HP I understand, you can delete this

For them I'll do anything <3

Name:

Ava Byrne (Brown after adoption)

Gender:

Cis-Female

General Appearance:

A blonde girl with bright green eyes, average height and fairly pale skin with freckles that adorn her face. She often wears soft white clothing, skirts and shirts that she has seen her parents wear. She tends to wear some jewellery that has been gifted to her before her birth parents left her behind.

Personality:

A lovely yet fierce young girl who will fight for what's right since that's what she's been taught by both women. She can be loud and brash and isn't ashamed of it. While that's all on the outside, she can also be a good listener, she thinks in solutions and will try to help the people who may need it

Special Talents:

Green fingers, Ava knows how to grow and take care of plants and it has quickly become a passion of hers

Who they like better:

Beatrice since she can be less intense and more open than Orla can be

Who they take after more:

Both women are fierce and know how to protect and fight, so naturally Ava took after both of them as she saw them as role models

Personal Head canon:

Ava was not the first child the couple adopted, and she wouldn't be the last, but that she didn't mind. She loves her siblings even though she is aware they aren't related by blood. She'll protect them like the family they are

Face Claim:

Fan kid ask<3

#orla atkinson #beatrice brown #orlatrice #fan kid #so i hope i did alright🏃#i am ksjdksjskksdslsksk #i am but a clown

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dodgykeeps · 5 years

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My 12 Favorite New Songs This Week 4/5/19

Brotherhood by Outsider

Flatline by Orla Gartland

Light Years by The National

Young In My Head by Starflyer 59

Future by whenyoung

Natural by Julia Shapiro

Am I Doing It Right? By Alex Lahey

Sharp Shooter by Good Cop Bad Cop

The Great Deceiver by Saltwater Sun

Dermatillomania by Laura Stevenson

Modern Condition by Yacht Punk

Up & Down by GIRLI

#outsider #orla gartland #the national #starflyer 59 #whenyoung #julia shapiro #alex lahey #good cop bad cop #saltwater sun #laura stevenson #yacht punk #girli #spotify #playlist #new music friday

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 years

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Some headcanons about Orla and Tadgh?

This is only if you want to ofcourse dear, dont feel pressured!^^

Given that Tadhg has both no sense of and no patience for decorum, Orla has seen more of Tadhg’s skin than she has with any of her other friends.

Orla is one of the few people who are able to pronounce Tadhg’s name on the first try.

Orla would try to fight Tadhg’s brother, Cillian. And consequently, Tadhg’s future sister-in-law is named Orla as well. (She’s a Slytherin rather similar to Cillian, though.)

Orla makes Tadhg a flower crown that incorporates clovers in it, and while he doesn’t wear, it hangs on one of the posters of his bed.

They both have similar parents. Of course, Tadhg’s parents’ protectiveness was not born out of fear like it was for Orla’s parents. Instead it was born out of squashing any sympathies for muggles out of their younger son.

They both bond over being Irish. Of course, they’re both from different areas in Ireland, with Tadhg being from the very north of County Donegal. (Where is Orla from in Ireland, by the way? Dublin area, Cork, Kerry, Galway?)

They also start Hogwarts at around the same time.

Orla is shocked to discover that Tadhg and Cillian are twins. “Really? You two are nothing alike.”

Tadhg teaches Orla some Irish if she doesn’t already know the language. Look, he’s a strong proponent of Irish independence and sees learning the language as one way to rebel against the British rule.

Orla is shocked and a little heartbroken by Tadhg’s mysterious, sudden death. They were only twenty-three, after all. The shock is also there when, twenty-eight years later, it’s revealed that Cillian murdered Tadhg.

#HPHL #Hogwarts legacy #Tadhg Lynch #Orla Atkinson #friendship headcanons #(honestly every time I see the name Orla all I can think of is Orla from Derry Girls #‘it’s the polar bear!’)

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thatravenpuffwitch · 3 years

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Character Profile — Adelia Selwyn

This incredible portrait was drawn by the very talented @cursebreakerfarrier

Full Name: Adelia Liliane Selwyn

Nicknames: Addy, Lia, Delia (by Teddy)

Birthday: 14th November 1880

Blood Status: Pureblood

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: British-American

Hometown: New York City, New York, USA / Chiswick, London, UK

Additional Languages: French and Latin

Personality

MBTI: INTJ (The Architect)

Strengths: Determined, intelligent, logical, creative, feisty, caring, resilient, confident

Weaknesses: Prideful, vain

Interests/Hobbies: Potions, alchemy, fashion, singing, ice skating

Appearance

Face claim: Dakota Fanning (child-young adult) / Naomi Watts (adult)

Height: 5ft 2in

Build: Petite, on the thinner side

Skin: Fair, clear complexion

Hair: Sandy blonde, usually styled up in a bun

Eyes: Sky blue

Witchcraft

Wand: Walnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10 1/2” and slightly springy flexibility

Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.

Patronus: Octopus

Animagus: Snow owl

Boggart:Herself holding a baby, they’re both covered in blood, bruises and inky black seaweed.

Riddikulus: She has trouble getting rid of her boggart, but it would be her older brother Jasper wearing a gaudy, bright pink dress.

Amortentia (what they smell like): Parchment, sea spray, warm apple cider, lilacs

Amortentia (what they smell): Leather, spent matches, honeysuckle, gingerbread

Magical Abilities: Elemental control over water, ability to communicate with Merpeople in their native tongue.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Subjects: Potions, Alchemy, Transfiguration

Worst Subject: Flying

Third Year Options: Alchemy, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy

Extracurriculars: Frog Choir, Prefect and Head Girl

Adult Life

Age 18 — 23: Alchemist Apprentice to Nicolas Flamel

Age 23 — 45: Potioneer at St. Mungo’s Hospital, Research and Innovations Division

Age 45 — 65: Professor of Alchemy, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

65+: Retired

Relationships

Father: Reginald Selwyn

Mother: Clara Selwyn (née Bellerose)

Older Brother: Jasper Selwyn

Younger Sister: Cecily Selwyn

Pets: Belle the owl

Love interest / Husband: Arthur ‘Teddy’ Ellison @cursebreakerfarrier

Children:

Lawrence Albert “Bertie” Selwyn Ellison and Violet Mabel Selwyn Ellison and Holly Sylvestra Selwyn Ellison

Friends:

Adelia is always open for new friends/interactions!

Gwen Archeron, Estrid Soelberg ; Jackson Knightly, Bat Varney @carewyncromwell ; Danny Gibson @catohphm ; Teddy Ellison, Montelimar Bloom, Galen Stagg, Benji Gerhardt @cursebreakerfarrier ; Tadhg Lynch, Niamah Kelly, Grant Kennedy @unfortunate-arrow ; Theo Abbott @smarti-at-smogwarts ; Lu Morrison @raes-place ; Siobhan Llewelyn, Bradford Pendleton, Oliver Gerard @kc-and-oc ; Gabriel Saphiea @slytherindisaster ; Roxie Haley, Charlotte Grant, Maura Devitt @weasleysandwheezes ; Roel Leeuwenhoek, Sid Honeycutt @fairywrenn ; Orla Atkinson, Victoria Montgomery @nightmaresart ; Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze ; Ophelia Burke, Héloïse Perrault @the-al-chemist ; Cledwyn Ironwood, Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard ; Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo ; Rionnach Dagworth @ellie-e-marcovitz

Rival: Cillian Lynch @unfortunate-arrow, Ophelia Burke (a frenemy)

Dormmates: Carolyn Nyberg, Marigold Sterling, Ophelia Burke, Maura Devitt, Leila Hellebore

Additional Links

Adelia’s Playlist

The Blood Curse

The Selwyn Family

The Selwyn-Ellison Siblings

#adelia selwyn #character profile #hogwarts legacy #hphl #hphl mc #slytherin

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michaeldcoe · 6 years

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The mother whose morning sickness has never gone away

Image copyright Caitlin Dean Image caption Caitlin Dean with daughter Orla: "Even though my second pregnancy was my worst, I knew I wanted three kids"

Extreme morning sickness has been given a higher profile in recent years because of the trials of the Duchess of Cambridge, who is pregnant with her third child. But few people know hyperemesis gravidarum (HG) can continue to affect women years after a baby is born.

Caitlin Dean, who has three children aged nine, seven and five, had extreme symptoms during all of her pregnancies.

"It literally felt like my whole body was being poisoned," said the 37-year-old.

"I was being sick 20 to 30 times a day and I got rapidly dehydrated.

"I was vomiting so violently I tore a stomach muscle, which has given me long-term back pain - and I consider I got off lightly."

Image copyright Caitlin Dean Image caption Mrs Dean with Alfie, Patrick and Orla: "HG has made me stronger and more resilient"

HG, which is thought to affect one in every 100 pregnant women, can cause sufferers to lose more than 5% of their normal body weight because they are unable to keep food and liquids down.

Vitamin deficiencies, and other issues associated with malnutrition, can lead to long-lasting symptoms.

Some women suffer so badly they are prepared to terminate the pregnancy, or even consider taking their own lives.