PERCIVAL PARKINSON
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House.
In 1970, Percival was sorted into the Slytherin house, much to the approval of the Parkinson family. Having been pureblood born, the family had bred Slytherins for generations. His family name preceded him, causing him to simply sink into the mold that had already been prepared for him generations ago. Therefore, he was a prevalent part of the group whom would eventually go on to become death eaters. However, it took the sorting hat three minutes to decide between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
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Bloodline.
Percival is a pureblood wizard and a Parkinson, one of the Sacred 28 bloodlines who had managed to stay pure for generations. Like many other families of the Sacred 28, the Parkinsons possess strong beliefs in their own superiority in comparison to half-bloods, Muggleborns, and Muggles. Because of their views, a large number of the family members practised the Dark Arts and go on to support Lord Voldemort throughout his initial rise to power β and if they didnβt, they at least believed in the βpurificationβ of the Wizarding World nevertheless and desired to persecute muggles.
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Wand.
According to Pottermore, Percivalβs wand is an blackthorn wood with a dragon heart string core, twelnce inches long and βrigid flexibilityβ. Blackthorn wood is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts. The wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish. Blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation of being best suited to a warrior.
As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Also, while they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. They also tend to be the easiest to turn to the Dark Arts.
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Patronus.
Percivalβs Patronus, discovered in his sixth year, is a scorpion. The scorpion is an emblem of strength, destruction and self-protection. People with patronus as scorpions tend to have an aggressive shell, often being known as aloof and intimidating; the impressive defenses protect a soft, emotional core. They also tend to wield a lot of power but are often reserved in its use, though they will not hesitate to retaliate if crossed.
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Amortentia.
The three scents of Percivalβs Amortentia are: Tobacco, parchment and wild rose.
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Mirror of Erised.
If presented with the Mirror of Erised throughout his Hogwarts years, Percival would see himself bearing the Dark Mark on his forearm, his friends surrounding him. However, this later changes to be him stood next to Emmeline Vance, their fingers intertwined. If you also looked close enough, you would see a baby within her arms.
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Boggart.
Percivalβs boggart takes the form of his love, Emmelineβs corpse. Despite never being presented with her body upon hearing of her death, he fears it more than anything.
Babies are born into the world to seek love, to be emerged within that beautiful protective web of emotions that give, nurture and guard one another. They invite us to be the best versions of ourselves, to protect, to cast away the cynicism that poisons and instead make the loving web their intuition searches for. Some see their hearts as a compass, the needle spinning until it finds real love, their true north and ours. But Darius Lestrange was born into life of misery and despair, never afforded the love one requires to flourish. In the space that should be filled with his parents love - at his foundations, keeping his soul aloft - there is a void so black no light can penetrate. It is a wound that can never heal no matter how much salve is poured on. The best one could hope for is to shore up his mind with new indulgences and pray they never leave, because if they do, his house will fall like the tower it is. And although Darius enjoyed pretending that the walls were brick held together strongly with mortar, they are just mere card, that gets damp in the rain and wobbles within the power of the wind. He harboured bitterness, and it controlled his very existence and presence within the world. Percival was who he was, he was the type of person who can never look past their own reflection. β β
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If anyone gave sociopaths a bad name, it was him. Others found it so effortless to put their confidence in him, being the most charming and compelling man you could meet β but it was this convincing persona that made him so utterly threatening. He hid his true self like a snake covered with leaves, camouflaging the true danger that laid beneath the surface. There was no indication of evil intent, no hint of self deviant motives. Though, he didn't concern himself over who got hurt due to his yearning for power, those closest to him detected that within an instant, but others were ignorant to it. It was hid behind a congenial mask of concern, even as he arranged to govern others. There was never a minute wasted on anyone who was not in a position that he coveted. Evil, though, was a difficult concept and one that many had never been particularly fond of. Most did not believe the world as split between the good and the bad, as everyone had the ability to possess the qualities of both. However, most would make an exception for such a man. People say heβs wicked, but he would simply say that whe was wired differently.