Briar Toussaint・Third Year・Castleobruxo

You have been the shadow of a towering mountain for as long as you can remember. He is formidable, a bulwark of grit and boulder piercing itself into the horizon —— and you are the long casted darkness that people hardly ever paid attention to. But you paid attention to them, an umbratic gaze soaking up each detail of the scenery and action happening as the world moved amongst and with the mountain spinning and rotating in a cycle. It starts small, you notice the birds as they land on the trees, or how people attempt certain angles to attempt summiting but it never seemed to work. In the concrete, he takes so much space that it allows you a peace to observe and gather intel quietly and you will always be so thankful to your brother for his bombastic persona.

It's your first year at Castelobruxo and your curiosities always got the best of you. You've been as a magpie in an astute gaze in noticing the machinations of people and what kept the school running. Even when watching your brother in his pursuit of Quidditch, your prowess to notice the Snitch from the stands was impressive. There was even pick-up matches that you were begrudgingly pulled into that catching the snitch was quick for you that they thought you cheated.

But, little do they know, you've been trained your entire life to observe. Without a father, your mother had been tough and adamant about your growth not only as a person but as a powerful wizard too. You remember watching her concoct in her cauldron late at night as you peeked through the corners to listen to her incantations and perhaps, even seeing magic bigger and grander for a young wizard to truly understand the consequences of. His mind had still been forming but he often presented much older, especially when compared to his brother.

Now, as a young wizard himself learning and growing, Briar had been careful and always had a watchful eye when he attempted uncouth methods of learning. His gaze always took in everything he could see, a slow meandering step had others rushing forward and zooming while Briar slowed his own pace down to me methodical in what he's doing. Perhaps in time, we'll see what kind of understanding Briar will get of the taboo but for now, he's comfortable learning and using his talents to identify the system of the school and the best ways to go unnoticed.

Alphonse was of your father's bulwark in stance and structure. Wide, large, and an unstoppable force from what little your mother has told you about their time together. However, you have been beautiful since the day you were born. You are a spitting image of your mother's sharp features with something deadly lingering right beneath the surface. You remember the comments from your family members at how lovely you looked, how handsome you were, and what a cute Toussaint you were whereas your brother was told he was darker, looked nothing like you, and perhaps even whispers of something far more insidious than you even wanted to attempt to comprehend.

You remember being bullied from some of the girls from the island, they picked on you and giggled when you walked by for them only to tell you that they had these crushes on you. It happened constantly throughout your life and when Alphonse began to take insane care of himself to a level that felt out of control and excessive, you decided to support his habits in doing the same.

The way he helped you care more about it all — hair cuts, wizard clothing, shoes, sun protection, and moisturizing was scary and baffling when your mother would insist that taking care of oneself was so important.

You follow him as you always did, but he always had to work harder when things came so natural to you.

At school, you are too shy unless you're with your twin brother. He is your bulwark ; you would be his sword. With your reserved nature, there were rumors that you and Alphonse weren't real brothers and that you were a quarter-veela with how your stare was so piercing. Coupled with how you answered questions in class, an incredible student with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, and how beautiful you were — people were not sure what to make of you. They feel you to be something of a mystery, an errant student who doesn't quite fit into the rest of the Castelobruxo students. That was your brother, a leader of others and filled with enough charisma to charm a room into liking them. They deigned your existence, perhaps because of your beauty and that you were nice enough to look at and tried for moments for a conversation before they realized how shy you were.

Little do they know that you are as lovely as you are curious as you are vindictive. Perhaps in time you would open up but for now, you spent your days coiled up as a serpent biding your time and collecting knowledge the best you could hoping the guise and gaze of others on your visage would be enough to keep them at arm's length.