This Is Flora-Maya Smith!!

This is Flora-Maya Smith!!

Ideals: To protect and love Artemis, to try new things, to have fun, to live a full life

Pronouns: She/her

Ethnicity: Ghanaian-British

MBTI: INFP

Alignment: Chaotic good

Star sign:

Personality: Kind, nihilistic, optimistic, enthusiastic, loves beauty, daydreamer, poor attention, romanticises things a lot

Her playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2o5uT64z6mfq7vcC36VTRX?si=1-q0RR0kRsqVa9M2nOnp_A&pi=e-Lc6Oa7_0RJyj

She grew up in Wales with Artemis Knight for most of her life and runs away with her when they’re both 16

Remus is alone but he isn’t lonely- he’s an INFJ and as an only child werewolf I think he spent A LOT of time just in his own world, especially since he’s such a reader.

Wherever he’s bored or can’t focus on lessons or isn’t enjoying a conversation he’ll just go into an imaginary world and make up random shit like what if he was an author traveling the world to research for a fantasy novel he’s writing and his favorite singer is his editor.

I feel like he’d connect to the world and characters that he’s a lot more in control of over reality and get emotionally attached to it.

Like one day he skips class on his own and the other marauders ask why and he has to avoid them because he’s too embarrassed to admit that his imaginary friend got into a fight over one of the plot lines of their imaginary books and he felt too bummed about it go class.

He’d be nit-picky about all the things in his stories making sense so he’d research things about monsters he fights/potions he makes/places he visits in these hypotheticals and that’s why he’s so smart and bookworm-y.

People would catch him going off into space and when he’s drunk at parties or high in the greenhouses, when he isn’t as aware of himself and he’ll start mouthing the words he’s imagining himself/other characters saying or pulling faces in reaction to whatever he’s picturing and that’s how he gets the nickname “Loony Lupin”.

He thinks he’s alone in this habit until he notices Pandora pacing in the greenhouses (as he was about to go do) and they make fast friends talking about their own imaginary stories and ideas to each other, but not interacting at school or outside when they talk about each other on this topic and recommend books to each other that remind them of it.

His consistent spite is so funny to me

Trans Barty naming himself after his father because, sure, he hates it, but his father would hate it more.

saltburn IS barty crouch jr's film

Someone needs to tell me if it’s real or if I’m searching for something that doesn’t exist because it’s making me sick with want and desperation and I have to know why I don’t have it

I keep on reading and hearing and hoping for this kind of friendship where you love and trust your best friend with everything, and they just understand you and I need to know if that’s something we all just hope for or is it real because I thought you guys were serious and I looked and I tried really fucking hard and it’s not anywhere

Is it me? Am I someone who just doesn’t like other people? Do people just not like me? Is this an actual thing?

It’s fine that I’m not like other people, it’s fine that I can’t even walk like them- I just need one person who I genuinely enjoy spending extended hours periods of time with who won’t disappear

Can just anyone let me know if they’ve ever felt the way Sirius and James or Dorcas and Reg or Jude and Noah (I’ll give you the sun) or Jeremy, Sebby and Mira (fans of the impossible life) have felt because I’m not even sure if what I’m looking for exists

I thought I felt it for a minute but it must’ve just been in my head because I don’t think they care, they’ll disappear on me for months on end and I don’t have the balls to ask them why or if I’m the only one they leave in the dust (and I would if they were someone I could just be myself with)

I have never felt fully comfortable or understood by anyone. I’ve never been completely happy just because I was near another person.

I keep on having these daydreams about people I would die for who I tell everything but there’s not a single person on this earth that I could give up my life for- I’ve been to so many different places as so many different people (and on occasion myself, just to see if that would work) and no one anywhere cares. I move on and neither of us care or even really miss each other.

please tell me (pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease) what I have to do because I would do anything to have just one person I trust- it can be anyone- I’ve never been picky or judgy about people, they don’t have to like anything I like I just don’t want to be afraid of liking it around them