our new set of bios will be coming very soon so stay tuned! i’d love to hear from you guys too, any feedback or questions or even apps would be good!

• barty crouch jr
• molly prewett
• gideon prewett
• fabian prewett
• arthur weasley
• alastor moody
• sybill trelawney
• regulus black
• frank longbottom

my promo queue is now totally full and i’m working on finalising connections for our next batch of skeletons! therefore i’d love to see some apps or questions for me to answer while i do that. keep me company!

time is now up for remaining members to request to keep their roles! old members are welcome to reapply but you will have to reapply with everyone else.

those are all of the original skeletons! we are open for applications and a second batch of skeletons will be released in the next few days so watch out for those and feel free to request any characters!

perhaps as a result of his rough upbringing, walden’s default is to use their fists rather than their wand. they have a reputation of being a rather dumb brute, and walden’s overheard people saying that they were stuck in hufflepuff because they were simply too dumb for any other house - pureblood supremacists love to say walden is a prime example of why mugglebornsshouldn’t be allowed in hogwarts. perhaps they’re not necessarily booksmart, but walden’s hands can do anything, whether it’s beating someone senseless, brewing a rare potion, or nursing a wounded magical creature back to health. few understand the gentleness underneath the tough exterior, but those within walden’s inner circle are genuinely loved.

(tw: depression, suicide, child abuse, bullying)

Patrick and Ayida Macnair name their son Walden for Henry David Thoreau’s book. It was how they met after all, Patrick at a small café re-reading the book at the same time that Ayida, a University student, tried to scratch out an essay for the book.

Serendipity, they both thought, and later each of them would discover that this did not equal happiness.

The name, the boy himself, is a desperate grab at their already strained marriage. Anyone will tell you a child cannot save a marriage. And Walden is no miracle. He’s sickly at birth, struggles just to survive that first month, but he does somehow. He does somehow.

Everything is a struggle for the Macnairs. Patrick Macnair loses his contract with his publisher, after failing to write a second book. Ayida’s job as a paralegal, just barely enough to support them, leaves her exhausted and stressed. Walden is kicked out of public school nine months into his very first year. The administrators call it for Walden’s benefit but the result is the same. They say he needs a special school, which is code for the other kids complaining he’s creepy, for the odd things that happen around Walden.

There is no school special enough for Walden though; Patrick and Ayida know this already. No matter the impossibility, there is no other word for the things five-year-old Walden does than magic. Unfortunately, magic does not equal miracle. When Ayida says magic it sounds like danger, like the tone people have when they talk about the health effects of cigarettes. When Patrick says magic it sounds like wonder and possibilities. Patrick’s first and only novel was about a beautiful and adventurous sci-fi world though.

In any case, Patrick, still out of a job, takes over teaching Walden. He teaches him math and reading, an arduous process, and to appreciate beauty. They go to museums, the zoo, watch documentaries; it’s the education kids would kill for.  Some days this works and others it doesn’t. On the days it does, Walden actually grasps some of the concepts his dad teaches him and he says things like,

“There’s this C.S. Lewis quote I read ages ago, ‘If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.’ Now this was meant to be a quote about religion but my family wasn’t religious and I always took it to mean that there was something more out there than ordinary, droll life. Something like what I read in all my books. And you, Walden are proof. Proof that there is more.”

The bad days Walden can’t focus, can’t understand what his dad is saying. He punches the walls in frustration and his dad backs off, gives him space. He says,

“It’s okay, Walden. You just have so much inside you. It has to come out somehow. That’s just how we passionate people are. We’ll find a way for you to channel that energy.”

There are other bad days too that have nothing at all to do with Walden because struggling is still synonymous with the Macnair family. Walden’s mother always gets home late from work, after Walden’s been put to bed. He lays awake in his bed and listens as his mother screams at his dad, occasionally, he hears something breaking too. Walden knows that this means his dad isn’t right; he didn’t inherit his dad’s passion but his mother’s anger, her bitterness at the world.

Worse are the days his dad doesn’t get up out of bed, can’t seem to. He’s sick even if nothing appears physically wrong with him. Walden sits on the floor of his dad’s dim, musty bedroom and reads stiltedly to him. He learns as these days increase in frequency how to cook well enough to feed the both of them, even if his dad only picks at his food. Nonsensically, his dad apologizes over and over to him but he doesn’t mind; he loves his dad entirely, no exceptions.

Anyone will tell you that love cannot save people.

On a Saturday in October, eight-year-old Walden finds out what his dad was really apologizing for. His mother, off work for the weekend, takes Walden to the park. He’s too pale, too quiet, too isolated for a young boy. When they get back, Walden runs up to his dad’s room to return to his vigil, the armchair beside his dad’s bed. Patrick Macnair is not in bed though for the first time in days. His lifeless body hangs from a rope carefully tied around the ceiling fan.

It’s impossible not to find out the name for his dad’s sickness, not when all the neighbors whisper about it, his mother, the strangers at the funeral. Depression. Understanding, for Walden, is still years away and he never asks. Not about whether, like anger and passion, depression can be inherited. Not about why Walden wasn’t enough to keep his dad. Not about the note his dad left.

“Here, words betray me. They will never be enough to explain. I love you, my son.”

Actually, he doesn’t have many questions about the note. Of the entire awful mess, the note is the one part that makes sense. Words, Walden knows, are not enough. Actions always say more.

His mother’s actions, for instance, scream. Before the month is out, everything belonging to his dad is gone and there is a man from his mother’s work living with them. His mother says Andrew will be a good male influence on him. Clearly, she means the opposite. Andrew is loud and aggressive. He screams at the TV during soccer games, banging his fist on the side table, and he calls Walden things like pansy, little fucker, brain damaged. A black eye here and a sprained wrist there; it’s all in the name of teaching him to be tougher, to fight back.

They send him to a school for delinquents. Walden, being new and almost entirely silent, would have become a target of the other boys anyway. But the son of a cop that came to the house when his dad died is in the grade above his. By the first week, depending on who you talk to, Walden watched his father kill himself or encouraged him to do it or was too stupid for his father to deal with anymore. A gang of the boys take great pleasure in attacking him anywhere they can-a punch to the gut in halls, a bloody nose in the bathroom, dislocated shoulder in gym.

They’re the stupid ones though; they don’t know how to recognize a venomous snake when they see one.

As it turns out, fighting back is not what Walden needs to learn. He just needs a worthy place to direct the pool of violence and anger that lives within him. There is a reason the other primary kids, all those years ago, called him creepy. They’d seen it. He was the boy who’d punch the wall in frustration until his knuckles bled because he had to kill the urge to hit his dad instead. The boy who imagined plucking the wings off butterflies. But soft things do not deserve violence when there are plenty of other nasty people like Walden who do deserve it.

The first time Walden sets himself free, it’s because the same four that usually terrorize him have set their sights on a small asthmatic boy. He breaks one’s nose, another’s rib, gives one a split lip, and delivers a series of livid bruises. They don’t blame it on him; he’s earned his place now. They call him psycho instead and give him a wide berth in the halls.

At night, he still goes home to his now stepfather who takes great pleasure in keeping him humble. Walden may be shit at reading and math but he’s smart in the ways that matter. He knows that to raise his fists against his stepfather would be a death sentence. He’s already courting death most days as it is. The last time he rolled his eyes in that house he had to wear a scarf for three weeks to hide the gruesome ring of bruises around his neck.

In a different world, Walden might’ve tried using his special abilities, the magic, but the truth is Walden hardly ever thinks about the things he’d done as a child. It is unreliable and it has never saved anyone ever. Not him, not his father.

No miracles here.

The irony, of course, of this is just as the memory of magic fades to all but nothing in his mind, a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry arrives. His mother for whatever reason decides to agree to send him there. She tells her new husband only that it’s a boarding school and makes one of the Hogwarts professors take him to get all the supplies he needs.

All Walden can think of throughout the entire process is how very much he wishes his dad could see it all. He’s still thinking that when he sits in front of the massive dining hall, an oversized hat on his head, speaking to him.

Walden and the hat sit for a long period. Later, they will say it’s because the hat was trying to see if the mudblood even belonged at Hogwarts at all. In truth, the two are trying to place him. He’s brave but not in the ways Gryffindors appreciate. Though he is a survivor and cunning enough, Slytherin is not safe for obvious reasons and he’s hardly ambitious. But he’s not the first person that hasn’t fit perfectly into his house, rarely is someone perfectly suited.

The hat is in the process of explaining Slytherin when it catches a wayward thought about the boy’s father. The sorting hat backtracks. Hufflepuff wasn’t even in the running, not with the pool of undirected rage the hat immediately encountered in Walden’s head. But. The boy is loyal, to a disturbing degree. He knows hard work better than most people. He can be so, so kind and gentle when presented the opportunity and buried deep within him is a yearning for family. All of the traits are there, in fact, obscured and twisted but the boy is undeniably Hufflepuff.

“I know where you belong but it will be a struggle for you. Your house-they aren’t like you. At best, they’ll see you as the fox in the henhouse. And the others, they will say it’s because you belonged nowhere.”

Walden snorts bitterly, unsurprised. To belong anywhere was too much to ask of the world for a boy like him. He’ll survive, just as he always has. Somehow.

“Hufflepuff!”

 family-I’d love to do a plot involving Walden doing something to his stepfather. Cursing him or something. I think it would be a good way to explore the darker parts of Walden and I feel like it’s something he definitely would have thought of.

 career-Since Walden is a seventh year, he needs be thinking of jobs. I ruled anything out that wasn’t hands on, obviously. And I was thinking maybe even having him go into a muggle job, mechanic or something like that. But actually, I think becoming a wandmaker apprentice might be an interesting choice. It’s hands on, requires delicate work, and keeps him entrenched in the magical world.

  romance-I’d love to have a relationship plot with someone for Walden. It’d be angsty, messy fun. Maybe with either of his friend connections, if they’re interested. Maybe a forbidden romance with a pureblood that should really not be interested in walden. A slightly toxic relationship. Bloody lip kisses. Or something slightly softer where they’d both just do anything to protect the other.

war- I’m not sure about this yet. I think independently walden would want to stay out of this as much as possible. But I feel that also depends on his connections if someone he cared about such as Lucius became further embroiled in war Walden of course would stand by him.

benjy fenwick: one of walden’s closest friends, who they feel a strong kinship with. whenever benjy’s jokes go too far and retaliation comes, walden always protects their wisecracking friend. benjy is one of their own, and walden would do anything for them. bertha jorkins: many of the rumors surrounding walden are a direct result of bertha, something that walden hasn’t realized yet. walden continues to confide in bertha and treat them as a friend, not realizing the consequences. lucius malfoy: when walden first met lucius, they immediately disliked the ravenclaw, their obvious money and air of superiority. however, they’ve slowly developed an odd sort of friendship, both suffering from fear of the future and expectations of others.

the blacks are notorious blood traitors, once shining bastions of the pureblood world now sullied with an affinity for muggle rights. from a young age, you were intrigued by the portraits stuffed away in the attic, those shrill voices and cruel sneers longing for a time of blueblooded elitism. they wove tales of hedonism, of luxury and power, enticing you, promising you the role of hero- if only you would follow in their footsteps. the horror in his parents’ eyes delighted you, who adored the role of renegade and rebel - and the knowledge that you were superior to the rest.

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james potter: with similar views and a penchant for trouble, this pair enjoy terrorizing the halls, having formed an unlikely friendship that disregards house rivalry. andromeda black: your favorite cousin. you enjoy andromeda’s clever streak and can sense that they understand you, in a way no one else does. andromeda is capable of restraint, unlike you, something you both admire and resent. peter pettigrew: you delight in mocking peter, enjoying how flustered the other gets. you amuse yourself in pointing out how ill-suited peter is for gryffindor, not seeing the quiet strength the other possesses.

eileen prince was a maid for the evans family, a mysterious yet wealthy family that lived outside of cokeworth. eileen was largely hired because of her magical capabilities - she wasn’t a threat for the evans’ secret to be exposed to the nearby muggle town, for she was also in hiding. not only hiding her magic, but also hiding from her abusive husband from whom she ran away after having her child, severus snape. you were a quiet, strange child, who grew into a quiet, strange teenager, with a proclivity towards dark magic and an insatiable curiosity. you feel spurned a life of leisure and dream of more, more, loathing anyone who had the advantages they were denied.

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amelia bones: the older slytherin is a guide and mentor for you, someone who has taken the time to understand you in a way few have. you loathe to admit how reliant you’ve become on amelia, or how much you admire them. dorcas meadowes: you genuinely believe few can match your intellect and magical prowess - but you have to admit dorcas does, and possibly exceeds it. in dorcas you have found a partner in magical exploration, the two pushing each other to new heights of creativity and innovation.   lily evans: growing up in the evans household, you formed a close bond with lily. you have tried your best to maintain the friendship throughout your hogwarts years, but you have been torn apart by blood politics. you want lily to be the perfect person you always idealized them as, and is struggling to accept that lily is merely human.

most gryffindors are fire and warmth, passion and flame. you are ice, cold and distant, observing everything but reacting to nothing. it is eerie how calm you stay in the face of any shock or tragedy, but you soldier on. you appear to be cruel, but you are merely indifferent, focused on keeping your close ones safe. while so many try to avoid the reality, you know a war is coming - and you intend to be prepared.

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antonin dolohov: the younger gryffindor has proven themselves as enjoyable company, and you find yourself more relaxed around the other. in your own distant ways, you’ve found a way to trust each other, without ever having to articulate it. bellatrix black: you enjoy bellatrix’s company, and the two spend a decent amount of time together. despite this, tyou refuse to pick a side or make your political stance clear, and are growing weary by bellatrix’s constant attempts to persuade you. rabastan lestrange: rabastan is your younger sibling, someone who you feel responsible for, yet also resent. rabastan refuses to take anything seriously, and you wish rabastan would take on a little more responsibility.

cool, calm, and collected - you are unflappable. you are generally friendly but seem close to few, not as involved with the day to day drama as other students. underneath this composed facade is a deep well of shame, hating yourself for being a wolf, for putting your classmates in danger, for never feeling good enough for love, for respect, for friendship. you maintain a distance out of fear - fear of yourself and what you are capable of doing. the recruiting efforts of these death eaters entice you more than they would like to admit, as you want so desperately to give up this shame, to belong, but with the right efforts, you could just as easily be drawn to the light side.

When Lyall Lupin openly expressed his negative opinion about werewolves to Fenrir Greyback, he wasn’t expecting the tragic consequence of his careless choice. One night, five-year old Remus had a nightmare. Instead of going to his parents for comfort, he snuck out to the backyard, enjoying the glow of the full moon. What the child didn’t realize was that Fenrir was watching in the distance, waiting for his revenge. Letting eyes fall shut, Remus finally felt himself relax, until he heard a growl coming from the woods. The last thing Remus remembers is a huge wolf leaping towards him, baring his blood stained teeth, before a blinding pain overwhelmed him.  

The healers did everything they could, but only enough to save Remus’ life, unable to prevent the lycanthropy. After they broke the news to the Lupin’s, his parents excused themselves to discuss their options, but never returned. Lyall Lupin stood by his belief that werewolves were soulless creatures, who deserved death, and couldn’t bear to witness his son turn in to someone like Fenrir Greyback, but couldn’t watch him die either. The only option was to walk away and leave Remus’ fate to someone else. Unable to live with their choice, Lyall erased both his and Hope’s memories, and any trace they had of their son. While his parents planned their second chance at starting a family, Remus was sent to a wizarding orphanage in London, but his infliction was kept a secret among the healers and the owner of the orphanage. Not everyone had the same prejudice towards werewolves, and they didn’t want to surrender the child to the Ministry.

Growing up in the orphanage was a lonely, harrowing experience for Remus. It was impossible for someone as young as him to understand both his sudden lycanthropy and that his parents had abandoned him. During his first few months, he constantly asked when they were coming back for him, until he realized they were never coming back. The solution to his monthly transformation was an old bomb shelter in the basement of the orphanage, which he was locked in once a month and left to tear himself apart. Back then, his transformations were so bad that the healers had to bring him back from the brink of death each time. While this was all kept a secret from the other children at the orphanage, Remus still didn’t befriend them. The children came and went as they were adopted, and Remus was too afraid to get close to any of them after the devastation of being abandoned by his own family. He was also discouraged from becoming too close to the other children, in fear that he might not be able to control his werewolf instincts one day

. Remus found comfort in books, losing himself in the stories of Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland. He eventually allowed himself to read books about Hogwarts, even though he knew he would never be able to attend. He would wistfully dream of going to a school as magnificent as Hogwarts, where he could get a proper education and meet the other students. It was clear at a young age that Remi was exceptionally bright, especially when it came to reading and writing. The summer before he turned eleven, the orphanage got a visit from Albus Dumbledore, the new headmaster of Hogwarts, and he wanted Remus to attend in the fall. Before Remus could protest due to his lycanthropy, Dumbledore reassured him that the school was prepared for his condition. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse, desperate to leave the orphanage and learn everything he could about magic.

While Hogwarts provided him with brilliant classes and a library with all the books he could ever want, it still didn’t expand his social circle or help him fit in. When the sorting hat was placed on his head, it claimed he would do well in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Remus insisted that he wasn’t brave and would fit in much better in Ravenclaw. While he thrived in his classes, he still couldn’t get himself to befriend the other students, even the ones in his own house, too afraid that they would learn his secret or that he would hurt them on accident. This fear only festered throughout his years at Hogwarts, leaving him to hate both himself and the wizarding world for their prejudice against a condition that he couldn’t help. As Voldemort grew to power and began to recruit students as Death Eaters, Remus couldn’t deny that the temptation was there. Voldemort believed that his species wasn’t an abomination, but useful. And after years of feeling like he would never amount to anything, it would be nice to feel valuable, even if it’s for a monster. Who is he to accuse someone of being a monster when he’s a monster himself?

[Temptation] I’d like to further explore Remus considering joining the Death Eaters. I could see two scenarios happening. Either Remus joins the Death Eaters and realizes how truly horrible they are and tries to leave or Remus realizes that joining the dark side isn’t the solution to his loneliness and decides against it.

[The Reveal] Since Remus doesn’t have the Marauders to turn to in this universe, I would love for him to eventually feel comfortable enough with someone to tell them his secret or have someone find out his secret on accident.

[Romance] While this is in no way of a requirement, Remus developing feelings for someone would be an interesting plot to explore. Remus has such a deep-seated hatred in himself that he has never let himself explore the possibility of a relationship. He has no relationship experience and the idea of falling for someone terrifies him.

edgar bones: one of your closest friends, who doesn’t know your secret or that much about you. while you enjoy edgar’s company, you still keep much hidden, afraid of scaring edgar away. lily evans: to your eternal confusion, lily seems to have taken an interest in you. you enjoy the company of lily, finding them friendly and interesting, but you don’t know how to feel about lily’s apparent belief in blood supremacy. peter pettigrew: you have always enjoyed being around peter, and their newfound prefect duties have provided them more opportunities to spend time together. peter makes you feel relaxed in a way they’re not used to, and you are growing to trust peter.

you’re cute and innocent, with a babydoll smile and eyes that light up the world. you adore being the center of attention, know just how to entice and keep someone wanting more.  you do not know struggle and don’t have to, always being under rodolphus’ protective care. you just worry about keeping your face pretty, body tight, and ass perfectly shaped. it’s narcissism to an extreme, that can even manifest in unhealthy ways, but you needs the eyes, the attention on you. you are beautiful and the world should know it, and express their worship accordingly.

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amycus carrow: the gryffindor is well-trained, providing a set of worshipful eyes whenever you need an ego boost. while you resent the other’s possessiveness, you also have developed a deep attachment that will not be severed. aurelie zabini: few are immune to your charms, but aurelie is one of them - perhaps because they have so many charms themselves. aurelie will never be a conquest, but rather a competitor in the little games you play, toying with the rest of hogwarts castle. rodolphus lestrange: your older sibling, rodolphus always worries about the serious things and leaves you to have fun. you like rodolphus but take them for granted, expecting them to clean up any of your messes.