Edward Remus Lupin
N I C K N A M E S
Teddy, Ted, or whomever he looks like at the moment
B I R T H D A T E
April 18th
A G E
18
B L O O D S T A T U S
Half Blood
P A R E N T S
Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks (Deceased)
Grandmother Andromeda (Legal Guardian)
Harry Potter (Godfather)
S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual
H O U S E
Hufflepuff
"quote."
Hard the explain, as Teddy can change his appearance whenever he chooses. One moment he will be a red headed freckled boy and the next a long haired blonde lass with bright green eyes. He can change his hair color, skin color, eye color, and gender as he wills and uses this ability constantly.
In his most naturally state, Teddy has dark brown hair that curls around his face and ears. He keeps it pushed back off his face, but usually a few strands slip loose in a totally purposeful way. His hair changes the most, varying from color to color as his mood shifts. Red for excitement, passion, or energy. Green for relief and hope. Black for sorrow or discomfort. Blonde for confidence and joy. Pinks and purples when heâs painting or feeling creative, or when his mother is on his mind. But usually blue; for calm and honesty and him. It used to bother him that his emotions were so readily available, but now he leans into it. Heâd rather be an open book, a helpful guide to others, then shut out and hidden from them.
He has soft, lazy eyes of bright green, like his father, and this color seems to be something he usually does not change when he dons a new face. Heâs slim, small for most men, but tall and lanky and sure to grow into himself. He holds himself well, despite his lankiness, and tends to be a more molding comfort then sharp bony edges. Though he could make himself bigger by choice, he believes himself more approachable and believable with flaws. He is someone that is entirely happy with his appearance- though that might be because heâs chosen how he looks.
12" || Rowan || Unicorn Hair
"I can handle all 12 inches"
S P E C I A L
Metamorphmagus
"I'll be whoever you want me to be"
Q U I D D I T C H
"Oh, no. No thank you"
P E T
Ginger Cat
"Her names Lily" "No, no relation to the Weasley"
P A T R O N U S
Wolf
"For Mooney"
B O G G A R T
The death of those he loves
"I'm one of the lucky few that made if out of that war with family- my parents died, but I got all of the Potters and Weasleys in return. Couldn't handle loosin' them"
Teddy grew up surrounded by heroâs. His babysitters and caretakers were all survivors of The Battle of Hogwarts- people that now took up most of the faces on the chocolate frogs collectible cards. Though his parents had not survived and their gap would always leave a smudge on his soul, the piece in which their love should exist was filled with the love of everyone else in his life. Every single surviving Order member saw Remus and Tonks echo within Teddy and put all the devotion they once had for his parents upon him. He was loved, through and through, so much so that as an infant his hair would shine with the golden honey warmth of someone intrinsically devoted to it.
Harry once told him of how he had been raised. How he had been cut off from magic, kept separate from the world he would someday save, shoved into a closet under the stairs and hated for his existence. Heâd told Teddy that they were the same in the beginning- orphaned children that never got to meet the amazing people they came from. But Harry had held Teddy and told him- assured him with every ounce of his being (as only his godfather could do) that Teddy would know a different childhood. He would be carefree, surrounded by magic and friends and family, and he would know love and compassion and loyalty as Harry never had until Hogwarts.
So Teddy lived by that. He lived with the gift the Potters and Weasleys gave him, the family that had no blood ties but accepted him as theirs none the less. Heâd spend most of his days at Harry and Ginnyâs house, so much so that he had a room all to himself. Posters of his magical heroâs, his paintings of wolves and magical creatures, and a photo of his parents next to his bed. Heâd see his Grandmother often- sheâd come for tea or to take him shopping, or heâd decide that heâd had enough of the loudness at 12 Grimmauld Place and heâd hide out in her small bungalow in the south of London. He learned how to bake with Ginny and Molly, would practice small spells in secret with Harry and James, and demanded to hear stories of Bills adventures with the dragons whenever he came around. Sometimes, on dark stormy nights, Harry would wave his wand and create elaborate blanket kingdoms all through the house for him, James, Albus, Lily, and whatever cousin happened to be by.
Harry had told Teddy of his fathers lycanthropy when heâd been old enough to understand. Heâd been terrified henceforth that heâd turn into a wolf someday, though Harry has assured him heâd only inherited his motherâs Metamorphmagus abilities. He still clung to that fear, though as he grew he knew it to be less and less true. He hated the knowledge that his father held this fear as well and had actually had to deal with the consequences of changing his skin and mind into a beast. And though he feared it, he also wished it could be true- that one day heâd know what his father experienced, if only to know him better.
He didnât realize how special his abilities (and what he could get out of them) were until his first year at Hogwarts. Teddy had always been a precocious, loud mouthed kid that spoke up for himself and the group whenever necessary. But at Hogwarts, without the stern gaze of his Godfather or Grandmother around, Teddy could do what he wished. Sure, if he got caught heâd have to face consequences from the headmaster, but that was the fun of it. Heâd change into teachers and start classes before theyâd arrive, go into the dormitories of other houses as whomever heâd just seen leave, and tweak his appearance to gain the favor of any boy or girl that took his fancy.
Eventually the school caught on, but for his first two years he had the run of the place. By his 5th year, Teddy had snogged (or gone further) with a generous amount of the school. Mostly his fellow Puffs, but he had a thing for Snakes as well, though those prats were a bit too keen on his antics for him to sneak into the Slytherin dormitory easily. Though Teddy wouldnât deny being a bit of a slut, the students didnât hold that against him. He was still the student that changed into their potion teacher and proceeded to lead half a lecture perfectly before the teacher arrived late. He was still the student who began the opening ceremony as the headmaster their third year, only to laugh himself back into Teddy half way through when Mcgonagall joined him at the podium. He was still the student that would take the first years on epic adventures as Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom, morph his hair in rainbow shades, and decide to change his gender in the middle of class âbecause he wasnât feeling itâ that day. He was still the loyal, loving, and compassionate person he had been raised to be- he just also wanted to make everyone happy in the best way possible. And merlin was it fun.