the sun has paved the path for you to follow. do not bite the hand that feeds you, little moon.
an unruly ocean of black waves normally seen charmed into a semi- slicked back hairstyle for the sake of appearance.
icy blue with flecks of silver
The whole school would agree that what makes Tiberius stand out from the lot were his piercing blue- silver eyes which practically bore into the souls of anyone he makes eye contact with. Everything else about him, he found rather mundane and boring to look at (especially when you could be looking at his brother, who seemed to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself). His limbs are long, lanky, and sharp. Ever since the day of the news Tiberius stands as if he wants to bleed into the background of every living moment. Although, being the second son of his family, being in the background is something oh so familiar to him over his life. But don't be surprised if he'll shove his left hand in his pocket more often than not.
He experiences back pains with the amount of slouching he has done lately. With the body type and bone structure of a starving artist, it doesn't take Ravenclaw's best to know that he isn't the most athletically inclined. In fact, any show of physical prowess is probably from all the books he carries along with him almost everywhere he goes. His skin is like porcelain but is prone to reddening when he's bashful. He's lucky to be living in depressing, gloomy weathered London with amount of layers he decides to wear all the time.
To the mass majority, Tiberius is an extremely well-mannered and responsible young man, he greets teachers when passing them in the hallways, excels in a majority of his classes, and even would volunteer himself for extra-curricular schoolwork and to tutor underclassmen. He's known to be a selfless individual—be it school related or spats between the younger students, Tiberius would drop everything to help. From a 2nd year student losing their pet toad on the train to a 4th year having trouble with their History of Magic essay, Tiberius would be the first to volunteer himself to assist, even to the point where he downplays his own problems. He's an exemplary student, he was sorted into Ravenclaw for a reason after all, his intellect and creativity triumphed over any of the other virtues he has which could have sorted him into a different house. Though in the eyes of his friends (and a certain Slytherin), he was so much more than "Mr. Trusty Tiberius", that most students think he is. Where professors would call him one of the brightest wizards of his age, people who truly knew him would say he's annoyingly clever. His mind works like a game of chess but sped up to the span of seconds; every move is strategic and calculated, yet at the same time unconventional and out of the box. He adapts to situations easily and is quick on his feet to create a plan and formulate excuses / alibis to get himself out of whatever trouble he could have caused. Around acquaintances and professors, he is politely indifferent, he's rarely ever the one to raise his hand to argue, rather sits back in judgement. But around those he's most comfortable with, he's snarky and has a sharp wit.
Life hasn't made Tiberius bitter, but it's left him pessimistic, having been the second son to a family obsessed with the idea of a legacy, his demented aunt wanting to rebuild the wizarding world from the inside out, and now being forced into an engagement to the most insufferable person he has ever had the "pleasure" of meeting. It was clear to him that life wasn't exactly his best friend. Even in the safety of Hogwarts and having a secure reputation amongst his peers, there has always been an inner voice reminding him that all of this could be stripped away from him when he least expects it. So he prepares for it, and prepares for the disappointment that comes with it. But because of his desire to prolong the life he built for himself at the school, he's secretive and never truly gives people access to knitty gritty parts of his life. Tiberius is not distant when it comes to emotions, but he is private with his personal life, tending to keep conversations short if it's about where he went off to last night, why does he look stiffer than usual, or even mere mentions of his aunt, he becomes dismissive. He's incredibly independent when handling his issues, to the point where he pushes away anyone wanting to help him. He thinks he can handle anything life could throw at him and never wants to be seen as a burden to others, and would rather allow them to live in blissful ignorance.
snarky & witty
major inferiority complex
springtime rain showers
oddly designed socks
organized work spaces
sketching portaits of people when they're not looking
dog earred books
horrendous christmas jumpers
millipedes and centipedes
Tiberius was born into a well- established pureblood family who lived in a high roofed townhouse in London with interior marble pillars that reminded him of what the ruins of a roman temple would look like at its prime. It was Rothchild tradition to name their sons after leaders, emperors, and kings so when Diana gave Julius Rothchild their first son and soon after a second, it only made sense to name them after the first two Caesarian emperors of Rome, Augustus and Tiberius.
The birth of Tiberius had been eventful to say the least, catching his mother, father, and three year Augustus by surprise when he decided to be a month earlier than expected. His mother still like to joke about it, "You were just so excited for life, little moon! Couldn't wait another month!"
Despite his apparent "excitement for life" Tiberius was a quiet child. Seldom did he complain or whine, unless Augustus had been tugging on his arm too hard while trying to drag him outside. Whenever the two would go to their yard and play, rather than playing with the kid-sized quidditch set that their father bought them like Augustus would, Tiberius would watch from underneath his little spot under the shade of the tree, making flower crowns to give to his mother when they return home.
It was his soft nature in childhood that coined his family nickname, "little moon", the contrast between his brother, the "sun". Julius was a man of traditions and held rather old values in his heart and although Tiberius' behavior was one that would have been hexed out of him if it were his grandfather raising him, Diana adored the sweet gestures their youngest son did. Marrying out of love was not a common practice among purebloods, especially ones who hope to maintain the purity of their bloodline but Julius and Diana were a lucky case. Managing to fall in love in their youth and gain the approval to wed for both had come from respected pureblood names.
The relationship of the two brothers were probably at it's best during this era. Tiberius was but a child who wasn't polluted with the idea of competition or comparison. All they did was play games, and often enough these games had no definitive winner.
It was until Augustus returned from his first year at Hogwarts did a switch flip in Tiberius' head. His parents were notorious Slytherins, and when Castor, Augustus' owl flew to their windowsill with an excited letter from his older brother, telling them the news of his sorting, it was all their parents could talk about for two weeks.
early hogwarts era
What Tiberius thought to have been a twisted sense of admiration (a sort that made him feel a sharp pain his stomach whenever Augustus became the focal point) soon had a name of it's own. Envy. It wasn't severe, but was a feeling that lingered and festered, a feeling that wasn't consuming but constantly there. Like white noise in the background.
This feeling grew to anxiety once eleven year old Tiberius received his letter to Hogwarts. Although his father meant well, the off handed comments of, "Be sure to stay close to your brother, the older Slytherins are known to pick on the weak." struck a panic deep to his core. He had a legacy to follow, to achieve all that his older brother had achieved and more. And it was already off to a good start when the hat decided that he is to wear robes of blue instead of the emerald green.
What was seen as a minor setback did not stop him from achieving every other item on his mental checklist. Having the distance from his brother, Tiberius was able to weave a perfect person suit in order to properly fit in. He grew to no longer be the soft-spoken little moon his family knew him as, Tiberius was a prefect, chaser for the Ravenclaw quidditch team, and honorary member of the Slug Club. Besides other usual teenage angst, Tiberius' starting years were a grind to succeed. He had a legacy to uphold, and now that his older brother had graduated, it was his time to truly be capable on his own.
The only problem was that insufferable Slytherin who's been a pain in his arse since the station back in first year.
present (aka the news)
Tiberius was just about ready to drop out of school upon hearing the news. It was abrupt, having dinner with his family just a day before his return to Hogwarts for his last year with all but his older brother attending— even his aunt Julia had come for the occasion. An arranged marriage between him and her. His outburst of displeasure was immediate, pleading for anybody else; there were other pureblood women they could marry him off to.
His aunt was the one to tell him the reasons, making it clear on the true nature of her visit for dinner that evening. There has always been an underlying "traditional" mindset among the Rothchilds, although his family has made it their life mission to hide the past, they've come from a line of deatheaters during the time of Voldemort not too long ago. But could he have truly predicted the motives of his aunt's rise to power? To most, she was the deputy headmistress, head of the Slytherin house, and the school's DADA professor (which is now heavily ironic) And now she was making it known to him about her plans on a new age of blood purity, saving the magic world before it becomes riddled with muggle pollutants as she would say.
He saw the look in her eyes that day, the fear in his mother's and the coldness in his father's. At that moment, he was either with them or against them. So Tiberius sat back down at his seat at the table and accepted the velvet box that held his mother's wedding ring, sealing his fate. He was told shortly after his responsibilities and his role with making his aunt's plan a success in the coming school year, to which he numbly nodded along to.
Tiberius would rather have to hear gossip going around about his engagement with his school rival than people finding his name on tomorrow's obituary.
older brother ; twenty years old
Augustus is everything Tiberius tries but never can be. He is the trailblazer of the family, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team back in his time, headboy, and now currently a curse-breaker at the ministry (gossip is going around that he may be promoted to head curse- breaker after the current one retires) Their relationship holds a one- sided rivalry that Tiberius just cant shake whenever his brother is around— his blood cant help but boil whenever he still calls him "little moon" because, "I'm now 6'2" for Merlin's sake, I'm even taller than you!". His older brother had since moved out of the townhouse right after he graduated, being soundly married to a French pureblood woman their parents arranged. Although he spares weekly visits on the weekends to still be able to be with his family, and to boast about the child his wife is pregnant with.
father ; fifty - one years old
Julius never truly understood Tiberius throughout his childhood. Tiberius grew up seeing the slight furrow in his father's brow through his peripherals whenever he decided to stay indoors to read while Augustus was practically dragging their father out the door so that they can play outside. His father is the ambitious Slytherin spirit, much similar to his older brother (which probably explains why they get along so well) and even before Tiberius got his letter to Hogwarts, the two never really saw eye-to-eye. It was only when Tiberius started to earn himself a decent reputation at school did him and his father start to talk to each other beyond the polite banter of, "how was your day?" and "it's time for supper.". If there was anything Julius loved just as much as his family, it would be achievement and solidifying a legacy.
mother ; forty - eight years old
Diana and her son understood each other the way every mother understood their child. Before his education at Hogwarts, his mother and him would cross stitch together in one of the many rooms of the house. She still keeps up his best work on display to Tiberius' embarrassment. And although his distaste for his childhood nickname transcends time and space itself, he is willing to make an exception for his mother. But by Merlin's beard she uses it in public and goes around telling stories about him as a child, he wouldn't need to apparate in order to get as far from the situation as possible. He loves his mother to bits, don't get him wrong, but now he just gets embarrassed whenever she's around, like every son does when he reaches that age.
aunt ; fourty - three years old
Arguably, is the only family member Tiberius truly felt like he could be himself with, especially as he changed the way he was when entering Hogwarts. It doesn't help that he basically sees her every day around the school, but the two, both being the younger siblings, seemed to understand each other. After catching little Tiberius crying at the astronomy tower immediately after his sorting, his aunt Julia has been there for him. And with recent events his views towards her are... strained, being at a crossroads between loyalty and morality. To say the least, his dynamic with his aunt is very manipulative and has been that way since he was young, now he's left conditioned to thinking that the two of them are alike, always being reminded of how much he shares in common with her. Which is a difficult thing to hear now that he knows of her future endeavors.
Back in his third year during the discussion of boggarts, his took the form of a harlequin emitting centipedes and millipedes out of the mouth and eye sockets of the doll as it crawled towards him. Now if he were to stand in front of a boggart would simply be a mirror, but instead of it being his reflection it would be the reflection of his aunt, mirroring his every movement.
The smell of rain, freshly brewed coffee, the scent of the aging books in the school's library, and a hint of cinnamon.
Has yet to summon one, but is a sphynx cat.
An albino Eurasian horned owl named Pollux (his brother owns his own owl named Castor)
Potions, he may arguably be the best in his class.
Divination, he somehow always manages to find a grim in his tea leaves.
sometimes I feel skinless, raw, like I don't have a face. how can I be sure that I have any coherence unless I outline it?
dark brown and lightly curled, and always kept in a hairstyle that falls short of the top of her shoulders
Considering how pale she is, Esme’s most distinctive facial features are her fine, sandy freckles, as well the two beauty marks on the left side of her face, one being above her upper lip and the other close to the outside corner of her eye. She is prone to blushing, her freckles darkening in such moments, but rarely because of shyness and almost always involuntarily, whether she’s caught in the hot vapours of a boiling potion or attempting to suppress her annoyance with Tiberius Rothchild’s half-amused, half-irritated looks.
As she has a soft, lithe figure, she carries herself with a calculated grace that borders on militaresque rigidity at times. Her choice of clothes says as a much; besides her uniform, Esme can be often seen wearing dresses or diverse combinations of skirts and blouses or large jumpers, as well as heels or boots. Contrary to popular belief, she does favour lighter colours to darker ones, be they green, blue, purple or others.
Cleverness, resourcefulness, determination, and ambition are the traits that stand at the base of the Slytherin house and the choice of them hasn’t been arbitrary, for they are interconnected: ambition requires determination in order to be achieved, which in part requires a certain resourcefulness that can only stem from a calculated cleverness. Esme is clever, resourceful, determined, and, above all, ambitious, ambitious enough that the Sorting Hat couldn’t help but call her out for it during the Sorting Ceremony. “Ambitious beyond measure. The little girl is even more Slytherin than she thinks she is,” the Sorting said and Esme would learn years later what it has meant by. Her ambition is self-centred and all the more consuming for it because she wants people to think of Esme Irmgard’s achievements when they hear the name Keene, and not of her father’s, mother’s, or even her younger brother’s. She wants to belong to herself and make her family name belong to her and her alone, but such an ambition will never come to fruition because of Esme’s contradicting love for and loyalty to her family, sentiments that often feel unrequited. Though, in the moments that she does act in her self-interest, she makes it seem as if that wasn’t her intention by inverting someone’s expectations of her, be they family or other authority figures in her life. She’d rather have them be disappointed in her than them ending up believing that she acted against their wishes.
In the situations in which she lacks exceptional skill, she makes up for it by being overly dedicated, to the point that her shortcomings are often overlooked. Fearing that her success may be interpreted as a consequence of her upbringing and teachers’ favouritism, she visibly overworks herself and seeks to prove her worth with every given occasion. Most interpret this as a sign of arrogance or pride, but it is also the reason why she is a fair prefect, for she prioritizes a student’s merit and self-achievements over their family’s name and blood status. She’s no “Mr. Trusty Tiberius” by any means, and she does look down on Tiberius’ methods of dealing with the issues of the student body, but she does care for and will defend her students. She wasn’t nicknamed die Gouvernante for nothing, though, as she is authoritative, believing that getting used to hardships and learning to solve their issues independently will aid the students in the long run – self-reliance is inherent to a Slytherin, even when they seem more people-oriented.
Having parents with different tempers has taken a toll on Esme. She’s as emotive and temperamental as her mother, but she has moulded herself over her father’s cold and reserved nature, though not without great effort. Emotional outbursts were the reason why she began to be interested in Occlumency and the suppression of certain emotions and thoughts. She researched it on her own, only to later start experimenting with it. It requires a lot of willpower and it is far more exhausting than expected, however. Not to mention that when you’re being faced with Tiberius Rothchild, cursing him seems a far better alternative than letting him go unscathed.
windowsills that are wide enough to sit on
nature after it rains (the smell, specifically)
all things vintage
being looked down on
being left out
being a second choice
Esme Irmgard Keene was born on April 12, 1998, to Dunstan Keene and Petra Fuchs in Frankfurt, Germany. While their marriage wasn’t arranged by their respective families, that didn’t mean it had been any less calculated. There was something oddly convenient about how the eldest son of the Keene family had only ever been interested in the last living heiress of two of the wealthiest wizarding families in Europe – ambitious by nature, Dunstan wouldn’t have settled for anything less. The Keenes had the reputable name and the right blood, but not the wealth to come with it, while Petra had everything and more. Much about their courtship and early relationship had remained a mystery to Esme, but she knew that her father had intervened among their mutual acquaintances to be introduced to her while she came to England for a job as a freelance Curse-Breaker. Petra hadn’t needed to work a day in her life, but if there was something rich that people lacked, it was entertainment, and she had craved it more than anything.
And what better fit could there be for a former Durmstrang student, after all? It wasn’t meant to last, though, as she ceased her activity as a Curse-Breaker once she and Dunstan got married. If anyone were to ask Esme whether her mother had loved her father more than the other way around, she would point to the exact moment that she had considered Dunstan Keene worthy enough to leave her home and former life for. What Petra felt for Dunstan went beyond the possessiveness stemming from ownership that plagued the latter.
Yet, something had happened to them along the way, for Petra resumed her adventurous lifestyle three years after the birth of the family’s son and second child, Elmer Ivon, who was only two years younger than Esme. Petra’s prolonged absence from home hadn’t made her daughter resent her, but quite the opposite. It was easier to divinize the absentee to the present parent and Esme had grown up believing that she would follow in her mother’s footsteps – she would become a student at the Durmstrang Institute of Magical Learning, then a world-renowned Curse-Breaker out of a whim, only to travel the world far and wide. Even when the two siblings and their father had moved back to England, Esme hadn’t considered that fate had other plans in store for her.
Life in England, specifically, London, was fairly isolating. Dunstan took great interest in the education of his children, but the task of instructing them often fell on the shoulders of private tutors and governesses. Petra’s visits were infrequent and far in between, though the reunions were usually sweet. Despite the situation, Esme didn’t grow to dislike her parents – their ignorance and distance made her seek their love and approval even more as a child. Elmer, on the other hand, sought Esme’s, for she seemed to be the only constant in his life, and he followed her every move from the shadows.
early hogwarts era
Becoming a student at the Durmstrang Institute of Magical Learning had never been just a dream for Esme – it was a certainty, the only clear path she had ever imagined for herself, so her surprise was palpable when no action was taken by her parents in order get her into Durmstrang, considering that the admission process was application-based. Even so, Esme continued to hope.
Until the reality contradicted her, oh, so certain and clear future. The reality was the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s acceptance letter. Esme could’ve lived with the decision – she was chosen, after all, for the first time in her life by someone –, but what made the reality much harder to accept was the fact that her parents deemed her brother more worthy to study at Durmstrang. The little, sweet, weak-willed Elmer, who would hold on to her skirts and seek to hold her hand when someone raised their voice at him was the chosen one. To Dunstan Keene, Elmer was the actual heir, the centrepiece of the future of his name, while she, despite being his firstborn, was the second choice or, even worse, she wasn’t even part of the discussion. The realization had made Esme sick to her stomach.
But she had to reorient herself and do so fast. If she couldn’t be a student at Durmstrang, she was going to be the second best thing: a Slytherin at Hogwarts, like her father. She moulded her entire personality around that one word, to the point that she didn’t know where she ended and where it began, and, sure enough, she was sorted into Slytherin. The thrill of that moment was enough to keep her emotions at bay for the first two years. It was at Hogwarts that Esme started to learn what weight a family name like hers had, what doors it could open, how, even if not openly spoken about, it offered her a privileged status. For the first two years, Esme took advantage of that. For the first two years, Esme couldn’t imagine it being otherwise. And then, in her third year, she began to be aware of the whispers.
The whispers of half-bloods, muggle-borns, even some of the other pure-bloods. The whispers about how she got into Hogwarts not because of the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance, but because of her father’s intervention as he became part of Hogwarts’ Board of Governors soon after her enrolment. The whispers about how the Keenes had actually secretly assisted Voldermort from Germany, even though they had affirmed their neutrality during the Second Wizarding War. The whispers about favouritism and nepotism tied to her name. Some wanted to be closer to her because of them, others did not – she hadn’t certainly aided her situation, considering her arrogant behaviour. Esme didn’t mind them, didn’t much care about them, but they sowed the seed of doubt in her nonetheless.
And there was a shift, once she started to fear that her capabilities would always be second-guessed. It was at that point that she began wanting to be seen first as Esme Irmgard, and then as a Keene, and her actions to be praised because she was good, terribly, stupidly good at what she was doing all by herself and not because of a legacy and how others viewed that legacy.
Esme knew that she was going to be married off unless she would manage to secure a proper alliance on her own – by proper, the patriarch of the Keene family had sought to imply the association with a pure-blooded young man, who had the right name and wealth to advance the Keenes’ agenda. It was those that Esme would orient herself to during her school years when she felt in the mood to entertain snotty teenage boys, but the search for a husband had never been a true priority to her. She had always believed that she had all the time in the world, as most do at seventeen.
But she did not. Her time had apparently run out in the summer before her seventh year. Looking back on it, she should’ve known that something was brewing in her family; only an event of such importance could explain her mother’s sudden appearance at the Keene estate, the hushed tones of her and her father behind closed doors, the frequent outings of the two. Esme had been inclined to believe that maybe the reason for this rather unexpected cordiality between her parents came from an intention of future reconciliation, but she would soon learn that the true reason was 6 feet and 2 inches and carried himself as if he were twice as grand. They hadn’t even needed to mention his full name for everything to click in her mind. She knew from the instant they off-handedly mentioned the Rothchilds’ intention. Augustus was already married and he was expecting his first child – the news was all over the Daily Prophet, after all –, so there was just one more option left for her.
Her parents were not aware of their feud and even if they were, they wouldn’t have cared. Her father would’ve considered it, at most, a good thing, for it kept her motivated. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” he would’ve told her if she started spewing childish words of revolt. Even though she felt her whole body shaking from the pent-up frustration, she didn’t act upon it. Instead, she raised her Occlumency walls so high that she thought that her head was going to burst. There was nothing else to do. Everything had already been settled and the question of whether she would accept or not wasn’t even asked.
And even if it were asked, she would’ve accepted. Her unquestionable loyalty to her family was her greatest virtue and her worst vice, after all. She could survive Tiberius Rothchild if that was required of her. She wasn’t going to be his Vipsania – she was going to be his Julia. She was going to strut down the halls of Hogwarts, wearing his mother’s ring as if it belonged there, as if she wasn’t going to ruin him.
Yet, when the walls fell, all those thoughts of prowess would crumble, leaving behind only a dreadful sense of lost hope and a quiet fury.
younger brother ; fifteen years old ; student at the Durmstrang Institute of Magical Learning
father ; British ; forty-seven years old ; member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors
petra keene, née fuchs
mother ; German ; forty-two years old ; freelance Curse-Breaker
Something childish and mundane in her younger years, presently a see-through and disfigured lif-sized puppet that attempts to reach out to her before breaking into a thousand pieces.
Baked pears, oiled leather, mahogany, and the specific smell of antique/vintage shops.
A robin. Her capability of summoning it wavers, however, and she has never summoned it outside of class. One could argue that Esme's hesitance to channel it is more calculated than it appears to be, as she considers her Patronus a terribly intimate sight.
A white – with light shades of yellow and brown – barn owl that she has named Perle (German for "pearl"). Esme has raised and trained it herself.
Arguably, Defence Against the Dark Arts, though Transfiguration is not far behind. She has a better understanding of the Dark Arts than most due to her descent, but she views them as the means to an end; she believes that you cannot defend yourself against something without being aware of all its ins and outs.
Flying. Esme made the Slytherin Quidditch team in her third year, after failing the second year's try-outs. Her father wanted her to be a Keeper for safety reasons, but she intentionally fell short of the position, becoming a Chaser instead. Even though she was a favoured competitor for the position of Captain in her sixth year, Esme renounced her claim, as she was already a prefect and becoming Head Girl took precedence. She alternates between Chaser and Beater at present.
Divination, by far. Cynicism and an unacknowledged fear of what she may find out have made her quite sceptical regarding the class' curriculum.