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Yassine Bensouda
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Played by MJ
Coach for the Montrose Magpies
39 year old Pureblood
Coach for the Montrose Magpies
5 ft. 7 in.
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Full Name: Yassine Mahmoud Bensouda

Nickname(s): Yass; has also had a range of nicknames throughout his quidditch career. “The Bullfighter”, for one.

Birthdate: 21st July, 1854

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Occupation: Coach for the Montrose Magpies; Former Coach of the '90 Moroccan National Team

Blood Status: Pureblood

Residence: London | Marrakesh / Fez, Morocco

Hogwarts House:

Wand: Moroccan cypress, 12 3/4”, phoenix feather, brittle.

Mahmoud Bensouda | Father
Nadia El-Fassi | Mother
Omar, Brahim, Ilyas, Younes | Brothers

The Bensouda family is one of the elite dynastic families in control in Fez, with eminent pureblood lineage and European ties even going back to the Arab ancestors expelled from Spain during the Inquisition. Yassine is the most disappointing and nevertheless the most famous of his brothers: the rest of them followed in their father’s footsteps in business and state administration and settled down respectably. Losers.
5’7” and brawny, Yassine has curly dark hair – always tousled just so – and twinkling dark eyes. His eyebrows often arch expressively, and his smile is usually a smirk. His clothes are usually of the highest quality but in some semblance of devil-may-care disarray. He is right-handed for wandwork and writing, but fairly ambidextrous in sporting terms. Though he no longer plays quidditch himself, he still retains the same athleticism; from coaching, horse-riding, and some boxing and duelling on the downlow. Always happiest at the centre of a confrontation, it has never been unusual to see him sporting injuries from on or off the pitch. But hey, you should see the other guy.

Yassine attends an elite boys’ school in Fez in his younger years, then – as every generation of his family before him – is shipped off to Beauxbatons, because the family likes to capitalise on their European ancestry and has unceasing aims of ingratiating themselves with the French who are currently worming themselves into Moroccan politics. Yassine, unfortunately for his father, quickly proves not to be academic or useful at school at all.


Having barely touched a broom until starting at Beauxbatons, Yassine finds a natural talent for it and his competitive spirit all at once. He tries out for the team and spends the first few years switching between positions, trying to find his favoured one. (It never was seeker, that’s for sure.) Eventually, he settles in as a chaser and when he leaves school – you could hear his professors’ collective sigh of relief across the Mediterranean – he heads home to muck about being rich, insolent, and basically impossible to corral into anything useful. He becomes the star player of his home quidditch team almost just for fun, but the local league is nothing particularly impressive, and he is quickly bored. He throws some money into North African quidditch to invest in it, hoping to try and raise the stakes, and then relocates back to France as a second-string chaser for a half-decent team.


A couple of years after making it to first-string, he gets recruited by a Spanish team and goes to play professionally there, enjoying the challenge of it, and the freedom of not being so closely under his family’s thumb. When a world cup comes around, Yassine returns to Morocco with newly added swagger to throw his hat in the ring. He’s second-string (psht), but when one of the chasers has to drop out before a match, Yassine is on, and he certainly makes an impression. In the opposing keeper’s skin.

And so he makes a name for himself: he will kick and bite and ram players off their brooms if he has to. He’ll tease and taunt the other players like he’s a bullfighter in the ring. Whatever makes a win. Not everyone loves vicious dirty tactics, so controversy follows him all through his career – but what are a few fouls and penalties if the other team loses in the end? what’s the point of playing quidditch if you’re going to be a shrinking violet about it? – but fans and quidditch reporters seem to enjoy it well enough, if the coaches do not.

And he is good with the quaffle, either way. He captains his Spanish team for some time, spends more time on the Moroccan national team in the international leagues, and then – when an injury takes him out for good, if his advancing age has not – he takes up coaching for the team in Marrakesh, now rather famous.

BRITAIN, 1890 - ?

And now there he is, in 1890: coach of the Moroccan national team. Not everyone’s keen, but Yassine is supremely confident about this. And – even with the unfortunate stop to the game, the death of a British spectator – Morocco eventually takes the World Cup title. Yassine, only satisfied by a win for mere seconds and enjoying the change of scene, moves to London more permanently and onto the new challenge. Bringing the Montrose Magpies up from the bottom of the league.

ENTP | Brash and competitive, Yassine has a confidence that verges on arrogance. At the same time, he doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously – will happily engage in horseplay, mischief, japes and games – and has a careless kind of charisma. Often a polarising figure, he can make fast friends or rub people the wrong way quite swiftly; he taunts and prods and banters to see how people react, to push them a little farther just for curiosity’s sake. He does the same with the team he trains, always liking to push to people’s limits – to get the best of their abilities or just to see what will tip them over the edge (depending on how much or little he likes them). Has a logical, tactical mind beneath the careless attitude; lives and breathes quidditch and has no plans of leaving the profession entirely. Love him or hate him, he doesn’t care.
— Fluent in Arabic, French and Spanish. Some Portuguese and English.
— Culturally Muslim, but was always the rebel in his family anyway, so nothing’s really sacred.

He wasn't even that handsome, was the thing, so where did he get off being so utterly dismissive? He didn't even have to be here, if he really cared so little; he could have turned down the invitation and no one here would have missed him, she was sure. But he seemed like the sort of man who thought it was a lark to look as though he didn't care at all, so it probably suited him to come to events like these and be curt and dismissive and crush the spirits of young women beneath his feet. It fit his aesthetic, with his mildly disheveled but obviously expensive clothing and his mussed curls. He wanted everyone to think that he was better than them, but effortlessly so. Henri hated him more than anyone she had ever met in the world, and she still didn't even know his name.Henrietta Cartwright
"Why, Yassine, do I fear the idea of anything you'd consider interesting?"Mikail Karim
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