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The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree

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This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.

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Fifth Year

16 year old muggle born
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Taggart Renshaw

Full Name: Taggart Cameron Renshaw

Nickname(s): Tag

Birthdate: September 14, 1872

Age: 16

Occupation: fifth year Slytherin

Blood Status: muggle born

Residence: Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Wand: maple, 10 ½”, supple, unicorn hair

Family: Alphonse Renshaw b. 1842 stage coach operator
Roxie Renshaw nee Abbott b. 1843 laundress
Dora Mastin nee Renshaw b. 1862 dressmaker
Beryl Selfe nee Renshaw b. 1864 housewife
Izora Renshaw b. 1867 governess
Eloise Renshaw b. 1870 attending a private school in London
Edythe Renshaw b. 1870 attending a private school in London
Tall-ish, Tag stands about 5 ft. 8 in. tall and is rather lanky in form. He has some muscles from working with his father on breaks, but they’re often hidden beneath his impeccable clothing he wears. He’s right handed, both with wand and writing. He’s kind of clumsy, though he does his best to hide it, hence the well-fitting clothing that covers any bumps or bruises he gets when he trips over thin air. Short cropped brown hair is a little longer on top, but it’s usually found well taken care of, groomed impeccably. He has a slightly larger nose than he’s pleased with, but he can’t change it so he’s kinda stuck with it.
Snobby – fanatical – spoiled – opinionated
He seriously considers the death of Jeffrey the hound dog to be the deciding moment in his life that altered everything in his life. Without Jeffrey dying, he wouldn’t be a wizard, he wouldn’t have found the CMJ and life would be so much different.
Pre-birth: Alphonse and Roxie marry as an arranged marriage, and not for love. Theirs is one of convenience because Roxie is a closeted lesbian but believes that her duties as a wife supersede her happiness. Hence the five daughters and one son.
1872: Taggart is born in the middle of the night. Even though it was Roxie’s last and final birth, it was also her easiest. Tag was born in a matter of hours and there was almost no need for a midwife.
1874: Taggart gets sick and almost dies. This causes his older sisters to dote on him, giving him whatever he wants. Boy does he eat up that attention…
1878: Tag finds a puppy on the side of a side street in London. He begs his sisters to let him bring it home. Jeffrey becomes his stalwart companion until he dies four years later.
1882: When Jeffrey dies, Tag tries to dig a hole on his own to bury the dog in the park nearby. When a constable finds him digging, he gets into trouble. This is when Tag finds out he’s has magic. For the longest time he thought he was special, doing what all Muggle kids do when they find out that they're magical, pretending he was the only one and that he was going to save the world.
Summer 1884: Taggart gets a visit from a staff member from Hogwarts after almost a year and a half of thinking he was the sole magic user in the world. He had tried so hard to do more magic regularly than how sporadic it was, but when the staff member from Hogwarts finally showed up and talked to his family, Taggart realized that he wasn't as special as he thought he was, but that he was something even better than special: he was a wizard.
1884-1888: Tag FINALLY gets to go to Hogwarts. He is immediately Sorted into Slytherin where he fits perfectly. He excels at his classes and even makes a few friends. Although Trixie is a Ravenclaw and Dolores is ______, they tend to mesh well. They’re very anti-Topaz and Holliday. It’s great. It was during this time at Hogwarts that Taggart becomes obsessed with the Church of Magical Jesus. As a muggleborn wizard, the fact that they believe they’re closest to godliness is utterly enthralling to Tag. He spends all his free time in church stuff and proselytizes with everyone he meets.
Taggart met Lexington Lupin over the summer. He's now slightly obsessed with him and wants to be just like him.
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Registration Date: July 17, 2018

Date of Birth: September 14

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For one as well-dressed as Tag tried to be-- especially after this summer meeting Lexington Lupin-- he was quite bad at paying attention to things around him. He was fastidious but clueless. He'd spotted something on the floor a few feet away and when he walked closer, he swore it moved. Maybe he was crazy? He got close to the sofa and then for a moment perched on it while he considered his next move.


Sliding off the edge, Taggart peered down underneath the piece of furniture, and then, he absolutely saw something move. He just knew it. Reaching underneath, he didn't get a firm grasp on whatever it was so rather than shove his arm further under where there might be dust mites and lint, he pushed the couch back as far as he could and low and behold!

There was....
a hedgehog?

Tilting his head sideways, Taggart stared down at the prickly thing before crouching further to get on a face to face level with the little creature. "Hello, chum." he said. "What're you doing here?"