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- Single (Looking)
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- gay
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- Straight 17 Inch Swishy Spruce Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
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- 9/2042
P I E R R E ✻ M Y L A N ✻ B O N N E T
PIERRE; ‘ROCK’ ✻ MYLAN; ‘GRACIOUS’
I KNEW YOU WERE YOU WERE GONNA COME TO ME
AND HERE YOU ARE BUT YOU BETTER CHOOSE CAREFULLY
LINKS & AUTHOR NOTE
Theme // Biography // Aesthetic // Relationships
Lyrics from Dark Horse by Katy Perry
Dividers and bio coding by Clairey
Wand from handcrafted-wands.co.uk
Last updated 17/06/2024
'CAUSE I, I'M CAPABLE OF ANYTHING OF ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING
MAKE ME YOUR APHRODITE MAKE ME YOUR ONE AND ONLY
QUICK INFORMATION
PIERRE; ‘ROCK’ ✻ MYLAN; ‘GRACIOUS’

I KNEW YOU WERE YOU WERE GONNA COME TO ME
AND HERE YOU ARE BUT YOU BETTER CHOOSE CAREFULLY
LINKS & AUTHOR NOTE
Theme // Biography // Aesthetic // Relationships
Lyrics from Dark Horse by Katy Perry
Dividers and bio coding by Clairey
Wand from handcrafted-wands.co.uk
Last updated 17/06/2024
'CAUSE I, I'M CAPABLE OF ANYTHING OF ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING
MAKE ME YOUR APHRODITE MAKE ME YOUR ONE AND ONLY
QUICK INFORMATION
FULL NAME | DIALECTS | OCCUPATION | PATRONUS |
Pierre Mylan Bonnet | French; standard and nissart | Currently Flourish and Blotts assistant | Chameleon |
DATE OF BIRTH | BLOOD STATUS | PREVIOUS OCCUPATIONS | ABILITIES |
September 22, 2042 | Half Blood | Bookshop Curator in Nice | N/A |
AREA OF RESIDENCE | EDUCATION | MARITAL STATUS | EYE COLOUR |
Currently Aotearoa | Beauxbatons | Single | Brown |
BIRTHPLACE | HOUSE | SEXUALITY | HEIGHT |
Nice, France | Beauxbatons has no houses | Homoromantic, homosexual | 167.64 cm |
ACCENT | GRADUATION | SIBLINGS | PARENTS |
Gently French | 2061 | None, only child | Jeanne and Luis Bonnet |
THE WAND CHOOSES THE WIZARD
Straight 17 Inch Swishy Spruce Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
A SINGLE DIARY ENTRY
Hey Diary, Today was a total whirlwind—full of magic, surprises, and just a little chaos at Beauxbatons. The day started off with the smell of fresh café au lait, which, honestly, is the only thing keeping me functional some mornings. The cobblestone paths were as charming as ever (literally—those enchantments never fade), and I made my way to class, ready for whatever the day had in store. Spent most of the morning chatting with classmates and professors, bouncing between French and English like it was nothing. We got deep into magical psychology—seriously fascinating stuff. It’s wild how much you can learn just by listening to people talk about their experiences. Every student here feels like a story waiting to unfold, and the professors? Absolute treasure troves of wisdom. After lunch, I hid away in the library for a bit, diving into some old books on magical theory and human nature. There’s something so comforting about getting lost in dusty tomes, like they hold all the answers if you just know where to look. I guess part of me wasn’t just looking for knowledge—I was trying to figure out where I fit in all of this, too. Then came the impulsive decision of the day: turning my hair a bright, shimmery aquamarine. No real reason, just felt like it. The reactions were hilarious—some people did double takes, others just grinned. It was a good reminder that magic isn’t just about spells and incantations; sometimes, it’s about doing something just because it makes you happy. But even with all the fun, there’s still this weird feeling hanging around. A little shadow of old betrayals and unanswered questions that I can’t quite shake. Trust is tricky—it takes forever to build but can shatter in seconds. I guess I’m still figuring out who’s worth believing in. As the sun set, I found myself by the reflecting pool, watching the moonlight shimmer on the water. There’s something calming about moments like that—just quiet, just stillness. No expectations, no pressure. Just me and my thoughts, wondering what comes next. Tomorrow’s a new day, full of spells to master, challenges to face, and maybe even a new friend or two. But for now, I’m soaking in the peace of this evening and the little magic in simply being. Until next time, Diary. Yours in magic, Pierre |
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