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This is a total revamp of Morrigan Lupin, so please read her application (which is linked above) for a more thorough feeling of her. <p>
Morrigan was born August 1st to Romulus and Edith Lupin nee Bones. The marriage between her parents was arranged, though not in the typical sense. It was <b>heavily advised</b> that they marry due to the Bones connection in the Ministry and Romulus' desire to move up as a lawyer. Edith was not opposed to the suggestion, at the time she and Romulus were very close. However, Romulus' pureblood upbringing clashed with her more relaxed childhood and he felt that, ultimately, he had smeared his family name by marrying a halfblood. <p>
Morrigan grew up idolizing her mother but lost her at a very young age, ten, and since then has struggled with those that work with magical creatures because they tend to remind her of Edith.<p>
She joined the aurors right after graduating Hogwarts, much to her father's displeasure, and the three years that followed she spent outside of contact with her brother and father. When she turned 20, she reconnected. Since then she has maintained a business relationship with Romulus and is attempting to get to know Lyall again.<p>
Morrigan is a <i>very</i> competent auror and is very competitive. This is part of the reason she finished at the top of her training group. She is also a metamorphmagi, which gave her a bit of an edge over the competition.
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Morrigan is a very friendly person. She is bubbly, positive and outgoing. She isn't quick to lose her temper and usually remains very calm when other people are having a crisis, which makes her the perfect friend for emotional people. She loves gifting and just hanging out, due to her lack of free time she tends to prefer going out for a drink over anything else.

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This is better titled as 'non-friends'. Basically any one she has arrested in the past probably doesn't like her much. She isn't easy to get worked up, so anyone who has succeeded in making her lose her shit is probably going to be considered an enemy or a foul git. Those who oppose the aurors, aim to hurt her friends, and so on.

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This is very open for past, present, and future. She is bisexual, but it's closeted. So if someone would like to tip toe into being someone she messed around with in the past, let me know. I do have ideas for current romance! I want angst! PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME.

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Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?<br>
And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey<br>
Forever younger growing older just the same<br>
All the memories that we make will never change<br>

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<i> Morri….Morrigan….come look at this.</i><p>
The soft glow of morning light trickled into the youngest Lupin’s bedroom and a chill breeze brushed her skin like the cold hand of death.<p>
<b> “But I’m tired.”</b> She whined, pulling her blanket up to her chin and looking back at her mother with a pitiful pout. The tip of her nose was pink from the draft coming from her cracked window and she saw her mother’s eyes wide with excitement. It was a look that she only wore when she was particularly interested in something, which was enough to stir the child from her bed and cross the freezing wooden floor.<p>
<i> Look at all of them.</i><p>
Outside her window, in the low fog, were a dozen little blue winged creatures. They bustled about the yard and meandered into the garden, using their high pitched voices to communicate back and forth.<p>
At the time, Morrigan had never seen a pixie before and was completely mesmerized by their slender build and black orb-like eyes. They seemed enchanting and wonderous, but just out of reach. It was a rule in the Lupin household that none of the children were permitted to play with, investigate, or touch any creature without a parent present. Unfortunately for Morrigan and Lyall, this was rarely allowed.<p>
Romulus Lupin was a strict man, coming from a pureblood background and a father figure with emotions carved from stone. It was in his opinion that neither his daughter or son should be caught up in magical creatures. In his eyes, it was bad enough that his wife had taken such a path, but it wasn’t to be helped. Edith had always loved the strange beasts that were apart of their world and he had gotten the short stick, so to speak, when it came to arranged matches.
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<b>”Can I talk to them? Maybe they’ll be my friends?”</b> She craned her neck to look up at her mother, grinning a gapped toothed smile as she did so. <p>
A soft sigh was her answer and instead the warm, soft skin of her mother’s hand enveloped her own and together they left the window.


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<b> “Lyall, do you want to go play?”</b> <p>
Morrigan peeked around the door frame of her brother’s room, where she found him propped up against the wall and his nose in a book. At his side were his Gryffindor robes, neatly folded in his trunk and awaiting his trip back to the castle. <p>
<i>Not now, Morri. I’m busy. Maybe later.</i><p>
She knew later would never come and tomorrow he would board the train to finish the year at Hogwarts, leaving her behind to spend the remainder of winter with her parents. <p>
Already the day was growing dark and soon there would be no light, making it difficult to see the snow angels she had made in the white-powder. <p>
<b>”Okay.”</b><p>
Slowly, the young girl left and tugged on her boots and gloves to go out alone. It wasn’t so bad, once she began building blocks of snow and stacking them. She had made a goal to create an igloo, where she would live until spring. If she was nice enough, she figured she could coax her mother into enchanting it so it was not too cold inside. But she’d have to build it first.<p>
Dusk fell over the snowy hilltop and in the distance a sliver of a moon rose up out of the group, with it came voices from inside their cozy home.<p>
<i> God damnit, Edith! I told you not to take that job. How do you think that makes us look? Like sympathizers, that’s what. </i><p>
Romulus’ voice carried out into the chilly evening air, striking Morrigan like a slap on the face. She couldn’t remember when this had started. For the past hour she had been so focused on making the most perfect bricks that all other parts of the world had dissolved. <p>
Cemented into place, Morri couldn’t move her legs to take her back inside, instead she stared at the window where she could see the shapes of her parents moving around each other in heated debate. <p>
<i>Come on, Morri. Let’s go play a game.</i> From somewhere her brother had appeared and now took her by the arm, leading her through the back door of their house. Neither of them spoke after that or played any game. They sat in silence, perched on her bed, with their ears prickling to pick up the conversation happening between their parents.

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The knock on the door came at five. <p>
Morrigan was not called from her room until seven. <p>
When she was allowed into the parlor, she found her father and brother waiting for her. Which confused her, because Lyall’s time at Hogwarts was not over yet. It was just May and he was not due back for the summer for another month.<p>
Both had blood shot eyes and would not look at her when she entered. <b> “What has happened?”</b> Neither answered and it was then that she realized there was another person in the room. A gentleman, who looked vaguely familiar to her, was standing by the fireplace. He wore an expression just as grim as her brother and father. <p>
<i> Morrigan, is it?</i> He asked gently, fidgeting with his robes as he spoke. A muscle twitched near his temple as he sought the right words to say and, after some time, cleared his throat uncomfortably. <i> I’m afraid there’s been an accident…you see, your mother was supposed to…</i><p>
His words were muted, slurring together and becoming jumbled. She did not understand what he was saying. What was he saying? Shaking her head, she stepped forward and grasped her father’s hands, looking him hard in the eyes and demanding to know what the man was trying to tell her. <p>
<b> “Where is mother?”</b> She shouted. <b> “Where is my mother?”</b><p>
<i>The Minister has just told you, Morri…she’s gone. She…she splinched…she splinched.</i><p>
Morrigan shook her head in anger and pushed away from Romulus, refusing to believe what he told her was true. He was just mistaken. The person they had found could not be Edith Lupin. Because there was no way her mother was gone. She was invincible and smart and she had promised to come home, she was just running a little late. Everyone was just making a big deal out of her being late, that was all. <b> “No, you’re wrong.”</b> <p>
<i>Miss Lupin…</i> <p>
Turning her eyes to Minister Spencer-Moon, she shook her head, tears spilling onto her cheeks. <b> “Don’t call me that. It’s his fault. It’s your fault for being mad at her!”</b> Shocked, Romulus watched quietly as his daughter spat venom his way, screaming and crying through her hatred. Had he just let her mother be, none of this would have happened. If he had not been so hard on her. <p>
For the remainder of the summer, Morrigan’s hair was a dirty blonde, like her mother’s.

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<i>You would do quite well in Gryffindor, you know.</i> No, I will not go there. <i> No? Not so keen on joining the Lupin legacy? Very well, RAVENCLAW!</i><p>
Morrigan slipped off the stool and crossed the Great Hall without looking at the other tables. She did not want to see Lyall’s face melt into disappointment, because it would pain her. Over the summer they had spent most of their time together, attempting to heal their broken hearts and stay out of the way of their slowly declining father.<p>
If Edith had never died, Morrigan would have never known how much her father had truly loved her. It was a shame she had to be lost to them forever before he could come to terms with his own feelings. This understanding was what had helped drive her away from both Lyall and Romulus. She didn’t want to be like them. Shy, aloof, and closed off. <p>
Morrigan wasn’t sure if her brother had even told anyone about their mother’s death. It was typical of him to avoid any subject that might lessen someone’s opinion of him. Saying his mother had died while trying to apparate away from a squabble between two territorial werewolves wasn’t something he felt others would understand. At least, not when most of the wizarding world felt that lycanthropes were lesser beings than humans. And she knew, somewhere in her heart, that Lyall agreed with them.<p>
<i>Hey, I’m Veronica*.</i> A dark haired girl stretched out her hand when Morrigan seated herself at the Ravenclaw table, her inky eyes peering at the redhead with curiosity. <i> I’m a first year too. Maybe we can go to class together.</i><p>
Morrigan offered a smile and accepted the handshake with a little laugh. <b> “I think I would like that.”</b> Together they spent the rest of their first day talking and never really leaving each other’s side.

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<p><i>Morrigan! What is god’s name are you doing?</i><p>
Lyall Lupin stood, firmly planted on the ground, looking up at his sister who was twenty feet high on a broomstick. <p>
<b> “What do you think? I’m going to try out for the Quidditch team! I’ve been saving for the past two years to buy a decent broom, Lyall.”</b> It was why she had asked him there, so he could watch her try out and see, for himself, that she wasn’t a bad flyer. <p>
Morrigan watched, as the gears turned in her brother’s mind as he considered what he might do. As her older sibling he had been in charge of making sure she did not get into any trouble, which he had failed at repeatedly. More than once she had been caught sneaking out of the common room past hours, mostly to get a snack from the kitchen. But on several occasions she had been given detention for getting into a fight with another student. In these instances, he would write to their father and explain what had happened, it never mattered. He was concerned with how their family appeared and it was no matter to him if someone did call her names or push one of her friend’s around. It was always in her best interest to let it go, but something she could never do. <p>
She knew Lyall was taking in the moment and deciding if this was something he would have to tell their Romulus about. <p>
<b>”Please don’t…Lyall.”</b><p>
As a way of expressing his answer, her brother marched across the field and seated himself in the stands. <p>
The try-out was nerve-wracking. It seemed that everyone who marched past her was better, stronger, faster. They had better brooms, grew up playing the sport, or had already been on the team. So, when Morrigan stepped up when her name was called she felt as if the whole stadium went quiet.<p>
<i>Oi, she’s too small!</i> Someone shouted, a boy in the year above her, and she shot a frosty glare his way. Small? Yes. Agile? Yes. Better? Maybe. <p>
When Morrigan took flight all her anxiety slipped away, as she had practiced. After many years of living with hot tempered men, she had taken the necessary precautions to ground herself instead of succumbing to rage or any disabling emotion.<p>
It took her less that two minutes to catch the snitch after they had released it and when she hit the ground, she marched over the Ravenclaw that had called out and pressed it into his hand. Smiling, she shook her head. <b> “When you can do it better, then you can talk about my size being a disadvantage.”</b>


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<i> Absolutely not, Morrigan. I forbid it.</i><p>
Pleadingly, she turned her gaze onto Lyall who, in that moment, refused to meet her eyes. Was this what she was going to have to decide between? Her family or her career? Her life or theirs? <p>
<b> “I don’t understand, what would you have me do? I spent the past three years at Hogwarts keeping my marks high in all these classes so I could do this. I took advanced potions for this. I understudied my professors and tutored to help myself get better <i>for this</i>.”</b><p>
Romulus shook his head, a vein pulsing in his temple as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. It was clear he was trying not to fall into a blind fit of rage, but it seemed his grip on his own emotions was slowly slipping. <p>
After their mother’s death, their father had fallen into the habit of drinking much more than he could handle. For the past four years he had been sober, or at least sober enough. He’d managed to keep his job at the Ministry as a fairly important lawyer and, much to his daughter’s dismay, has intended for her to intern in his department. <b> “You’re going to go to the department head, apologize for taking up their time with your application. After you’ve done this, I’ll arrange a meeting with one of my higher ups, from there we’ll get you a nice spot in my department as a secretary or assistant to one of the head lawyers.”</b> <p>
Morrigan let out a bark of a laugh and shook her head. She didn’t have time for this and she knew exactly what <i>this</i> was. Her father was attempting to put the chains on her that he had failed to do with Edith. He could not reign in his wife and it had been the death of her, so to speak. His inability to fastened a good, tight grip had allowed her to run wild and delve into subjects that were frowned upon or laughed at. There might’ve been a chance for his family name to regain much of its honor back, as a pureblood name, if she had just done as he wished. And now, his daughter was treading the same path. <p>
<b> “I’m leaving. I’m not going to fight with you over this. I’ve made up my mind.”</b> <p>
The chain of events that followed were not things that she could have anticipated or would have wanted to. Lyall left the room quietly and with a look of betrayal. His sister had picked her work and passion over him and this act would drive a wedge between them for several years. Her father sat down in an arm chair and pressed his fingers to his forehead, silent for several moments. <p>
<i> “Do as you please. Be like your mother and make all the wrong decisions in life. I no longer care if you die like her. So, please, leave and don’t come back.</i>
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It’s been three years. We cannot avoid each other for an eternity.
<br>Please come to dinner with father and I, I promise that things will not go astray.<p>
I miss you.<p>
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The letter had not left her side for a week, because every time she had a moment to think, she opened it and reread the few lines. Had it really been three years? Her chest hurt at the notion of having abandoned her family for that long, but in the same wave of feeling, she couldn’t help but understand why she had fled. There were only so many times she could be stuffed into a cage and she didn’t want to feel that sort of entrapment again. Not ever.<p>
Three years. <p>
It had all been filled with training. Physical, mental, and magical. She had been bruised, broken, and cursed more times than she could count. But the routine she fell into had made the time slip by like mere days. Of her training group she had come out on the top. Sheer dedication and the ability to keep her cool had planted her there. Though there were times when she was reckless, it was never uncalculated, and rarely put anyone at risk aside from herself. <p>
How was she supposed to express her pride to her father? A man who could not or would not be proud of her regardless of her achievements. It seemed unlikely that this meeting was something he was aware of and Morrigan wondered what kind of nonsense Lyall was up to.<p>
Three years and now she had only three minutes before her family would walk through the door of the restaurant Lyall has chosen. <p>
<i> Morrigan, you came…</i><p>
Her brother’s face awoke with a mixture of surprise and joy, but it showed in a muted sort of way. The same reserved sort of expressions he had always worn. At his side was Romulus, looking clean in a freshly pressed suit. At first he did not acknowledge her, but as the evening went on their voices bounced off one another and a tense understanding was formed. <p>
It was not fixed, but it was not entirely broken. A father and daughter relationship would never come to pass, perhaps ever, but for the time being they could speak and tolerate each other as two Ministry employees. With her brother, she tried a little harder, though she found herself unsure of where to begin and how far to extend her trust. <p>
<b> It's been three years since this meeting and not much has change in the aspect of family dynamics.</b>






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<i>Face claim suggestions: Cole Sprouse, Bill Skarsgård, Adam Driver, Ezra Miller. Open to suggestions.</i><p>
<b> The Important Shit</b><p>
Morrigan and Eros* (there's a joke in there if you look for it) both work at the Ministry, but preferably not both aurors. Though I wouldn't mind! Their friendship built slowly and never really took on a full fledged relationship, due to mutual distrust. But there is enough there that walking down the halls together and chatting isn't a big deal, perhaps is even something they go out of their way to do. It's these little things they do to stay in each other's favor because ultimately they moved from acquaintances to 'tease' rapidly.  <p>

I would prefer is Eros was a pureblood, which means he should be a canon. If you take this route, he can probably fit into another want ad somewhere. I'm not opposed to him being DE (clear the DE part with Violet, she might not approve) or a werewolf. Regardless, I'd like him to be a bit shady, but it doesn't mean he needs to <i>actually</i> be a bad guy. It just makes the whole cat and mouse game more intriguing. <p>

<b>The Tease</b><p>This is where I want to linger for a while. I love this cat and mouse game they can have. Throw everything you got at it: sexual tension, suspicion, frustration, awkward moments that make us blush from embarrassment for our dumb characters. Whatever. I want it. I want them to have seemingly normal conversations that are filled with sexual innuendos or attempts to get the other to slip up on something they are hiding. <p>
Perhaps, Eros made a move on Morrigan that she deflected, but after a period of time she grew to be more interested in him. But now their dynamic has shifted into this teasing game. She shows up at a party, uninvited and coyly avoids him. He flaunts a pretty girl on his arm. Just give me the dramaa!! Please I love it and need it and breathe it! <p>

<b>The Lover</b><p>Optional ending for them. This whole chase can end in them giving a relationship a go. I like this (a lot), but I'm not doing to demand it. They can end up being casual friends with benefits or end up hating each other. I'm open for a lot of things and this is always something we can consider after we've had our good fun with the cat and mouse game. <p>
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so, I was on my way to work this morning...you know just minding my own business, the usual, when suddenly the cover of the Witch Weekly magazine catches my eye. honestly, how could you not tell me?? according to the Witch Weekly the "hunky auror" Theodore Wood has a kneazle problem. <p>
YOU HAVE KNEAZLES AND DIDN'T TELL ME??
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