Na Jaemin.

Slytherin.

"i set out to rule the world,
with only a paper shield and a wooden sword."

About.

full name, na jaemin.
nicknames, nana, jaem, "baby snake".
birthday, august thirteenth.
orientation, bisexual.
family, slytherin father,
deceased ravenclaw mother,
older slytherin brother.
blood status, pureblood.

schooling, third year slytherin.
pet, a quiet chimera cat named janus.
wand, applewood, unicorn hair core, twelve and a half inches.
patronus, leopard seal.
animagus, bengal cat, unregistered.

classes, astronomy, care of magical creatures, charms, dada, herbology, history of magic, muggle studies, potions, transfiguration.
strongest subjects, care of magical creatures, potions.
weakest subjects, charms, transfiguration.

likes, cake, magical and non-magical creatures of almost all kinds, cooking and baking, tea, stargazing, dancing.

dislikes, spiders and anything closely resembling them, energy drinks, fizzing whizzbees, pointless conflict.

Story.

upon first meeting him, the connection between na jaemin and the house of slytherin isn't an incredibly obvious one. with small, colourful accessories adding a unique flair to his (usually a little askew) uniform, if you catch jaemin's eye in the hallways of the castle, he'll be sure to shoot you his typical bright grin along with a loud greeting. however, every member of his father's side of the family had been slytherin through-and-through, so it was no surprise to him where he ended up.

as mentioned, jaemin is pureblooded, and his father is descended from a long line of slytherin wizards. his older brother is very similar to his father, both of them rather proud, cold and traditional, whereas jaemin is a stark contrast. as you can imagine, the young boy didn't quite mix with the two of them. not for lack of effort, though! he did try to impress his father, countless times, to prove he was just as important as his brother and could honour their lineage, but nothing he did ever seemed good enough. but, as upsetting as this constant rejection was to such a young child, it brought jaemin far closer to his mother, and he wouldn't change that for the world.

his mother, a ravenclaw from a family of very mixed houses, was a much sweeter parent. she was gentle and smart. she was kind, yet she could talk back. even when he was growing up, jaemin couldn't begin to fathom how two people so different could have even held a civil conversation, much less managed to fall in love and have two children.
almost all of the childhood memories jaemin looks fondly on are of he and his mother. particularly nights he'd spend curled up to her, her hand playing with his hair as she rambled aimlessly about all the creatures her career in magizoology had allowed her to meet and study. all the odd facts and curious little details, jaemin would listen to attentively, until her voice would inevitably lull him to sleep. he remembers thinking to himself, one particular night, that he'd love nothing more than to follow in her footsteps. he wanted to meet all sorts of strange and fascinating creatures, and he still holds onto that.

two and a half months after his tenth birthday, jaemin's mother - his rock and his best friend - passed away. he wasn't told why or how, his father refused to answer his questions, and he still doesn't know to this day. the reality of this happening didn't hit him until that night. when there was no warm presence at his side, and no soothing voice nattering on excitedly about god knows what beast. he'd cried and cried until he exhausted himself, and fell into a restless sleep. with nobody to fall back on, he struggled to cope for the next two or three months after his mother's passing. that's when he found janus. he'd brought in the tiny kitten with the odd patterns he'd found outside their home and raised her on his own, as his father and brother refused to help him nurse the stray, saving up the pocket money he was given to buy necessities and sometimes pamper her with treats if he had enough. quite obviously, the boy and the cat were quick to form a strong bond as she grew along with him, sometimes refusing to leave his side. for this reason, coupled with the fear of not making friends, jaemin brought her along with him to hogwarts.

jaemin vividly remembers the feeling of being sorted into slytherin. just like his brother. just like his father. he remembers, foolishly, thinking that it would finally make his father proud of him. instead, his sorting was treated like the great punchline of the running joke that was jaemin's life to his family. since then, he has all but cut out his family. to tell them about his sorting was the last time he wrote home, and he's stopped trying to impress his father, as he'd realised in that moment that nothing he could ever do would be good enough for that man.

now in his third year and with janus still by his side, jaemin is happier. genuinely happier, now that he's stopped thinking so much about having to live up to his family name.
they won't care anyway, right?
besides, he has bigger plans, bigger dreams, and he doesn't need them. he's opened himself up throughout the last couple of years, finally able to let his sociable, cheeky personality shine through. he focuses on his studies, his hobbies, the friends he has made and the friends he will make in the years yet to come, the future. he pushes himself harder and harder, gets better and better, and despite having a less-than-desirable memory for spellwork, you can be damn sure he does his best to learn from and improve on his mistakes.

even so. there are times at night where he'll just lie in bed, janus curled up comfortably on his stomach and his housemates asleep around him, and he'll feel... lonely. unfulfilled, frustrated with himself and, just, not as okay as he's tried so hard to make himself.

People.

to be updated. (please ignore that space-filler roachwoo until i'm done resting, thank youu.)

Plots.

Playlist.

to be updated.