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Okay so I made this, I know nobody will see it because it's not trendy or what but anyway

It's actually Anthony Goldstein from the Wizarding World, not really my OC but I've actually given him a life and personality in my fanfic, so he's mine now

Anthony : do you event think before you speak?

Fred : of course, and I think "wow that's hilarious" when I say it.

Inspired by one of the wonderful artwork of good omens, I'm so sorry I forgot the artist's name but I give them my respect and admiration.

THE POSES ARE NOT MINE GUYS

EDIT : THE ARTIST IS @shoomlah and I hope you're okay with my post because you inspired me totally❤️

Well, anyway It's Fred and Anthony, an AU I imagined from my own fanfic which is Elisabeth Alverton on Wattpad (sorry French is my mother tongue so the fanfic is french too).

that one kid who shows up late to lecture.

Seeing the other first-year Slytherins several paces ahead of her, Ruby sprinted to catch up with them, almost tripping over her robes. But they did not notice her. Daphne made a sympathetic face, but quickly scurried after the blonde girl from earlier, and when Ruby entered the classroom (which looked surprisingly ordinary for a magic school), she found herself the only person sitting alone.

Professor McGonagall — the stern professor from the Sorting ceremony — cleared her throat, and the faint sounds of students whispering stopped instantly. The entire class seemed to sit up straight.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall, turning to stare at Crabbe, who had just whispered something that made all of the Slytherin boys titter. Only Theodore had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, though all of them shrank back slightly. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned—"

"—I'm so sorry I'm late, Professor!" someone yelped, as the door was flung open with surprising force and a robed figure barreled into the classroom.

"Mr. Goldstein!" Professor McGonagall scolded. "Are you at all aware what time it is, or do you require me to Transfigure you into a pocket watch?"

How does she know everyone's names already?

Malfoy snorted rather loudly. "I think Longbottom's got a contender for most pathetic."

"Enough, Mr. Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall. "Come here, Mr. Goldstein. Distribute these matches amongst your classmates, then you may sit with Miss Potter. Further tardiness will not be tolerated in my class; I expect a ten-inch essay on the virtues of punctuality on my desk before class begins on Friday."

This time, Pansy's sniggering was the loudest, though a sharp look from Professor McGonagall quickly silenced her.

"Bad luck, mate," someone whispered as Anthony began to pass out the matches.

From Chapter 8 of Running From My Destiny,  @ FFN | AO3!

Chapter Twenty-Six: Cassandra

When in need of knowledge, ask a Ravenclaw. Anthony discovers something about Professor Quirrell, but whether he will be believed is a different question entirely.

Read from the beginning at FFN | AO3!

Excerpt under the cut

"If yer goin' ter be curious as a cat, yeh'd best hope yeh have nine lives, too, Anthony," rebuked Hagrid.

"So must the person who's got to feed it," said Anthony, tapping a finger to his lips as if deep in thought.

"Eh, it's easy," said Hagrid. "He can' resist a lullaby. I jus' sing ter him, and he goes right ter sleep."

"But where did it come from?"

"Dunno about the others, but I got Fluffy off a Greek chappie I met in the Leaky Cauldron. But yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an'―"

Hagrid shut his mouth, looking guilty, as if he had just remembered to keep a secret.

"And Nicholas Flamel, Hagrid. Isn't that right? Fluffy's supposed to guard the Philosopher's Stone."

Hagrid went red in the face.

"Yeh best forget all about tha', Anthony. Nonsense yeh don' want teh be fillin' yeh head with. Yeh worry about yeh schoolwork an' yeh friends. Let th' professors an' the Aurors deal wi' it."

"But I can help!" said Anthony, though he wasn't sure how. "I can help, Hagrid, I promise!"

"Yeh'd best get back to th' castle," said Hagrid. "I'll take yeh."

"But―"

Before he managed to get another word in, he, Hagrid and Fang were walking back towards the castle in the thick, freshly-fallen snow.

On Anthony Goldstein: Judaism in the Potterverse

[NOTE: I don’t know why I have been obsessed with this for like, the last week, but I have, so here you go. Also, I cannot believe an Anthony Goldstein tag actually exists on Tumblr. When I despair, I am reminded that no one quite obsesses over barely-extant characters like the HP fandom, and I love them for it.]

I find Anthony Goldstein a really fascinating way to think about the way that a Jewish character would fit into the wider spectrum of the magical world as realized by JK Rowling. On the surface, it shouldn’t matter. A Jew should’t be any different from any other minority culture shoved into Ravenclaw (which for what it’s worth seems to be the house that stereotypically high-achieving minorities get sorted into). And yet it’s a question worth thinking about, particularly because Rowling’s world is constructed on notions specifically Christian in character.

This largely boils down to the struggle of Absolute Good vs Absolute Evil, with terms of morality used as alternative names for God and Satan, two independent forces in eternal opposition.  This dichotomy isn’t really a thing in Judaism (Satan is understood as an agent of God). The books are ultimately framed in the context of this struggle, from the world building to Harry’s personal coming of age and fight against Voldemort. It is the very foundation of British Wizarding culture, and to not proscribe to this view would leave someone like Anthony Goldstein permanently alienated.  

Culture clash would arise for Goldstein out of such things as the notion of ‘the Dark Arts.’ In traditional Potterverse, the Dark Arts are 'Dark’ because of some evil that seems inherent in the nature of the creature/spell. The reaction toward such magic is 'defense,’ by either learning how to beat the creatures, or counteract the spellwork. Judaism would not, arguably, make the distinction between good and evil magic in such terms. They would not be mutually exclusive. Magic would be considered evil in the context of its practitioner, not so much in the particulars of a spell or beast. Specifically, magic would be primarily understood as evil if the one who uses it does so to render himself a God-like figure. The ramifications of this would be subtle but significant. Voldemort, for instance, would be evil not because of the magic that he uses, but because he uses it with the intent to elevate himself above the condition of man, and exact powers that humanity should not possess.

This would give rise to the question of whether any sort of magical power is permissible for humans, a question that I could see being an ongoing concern for Goldstein, particularly as he presumably lacks the presence and affirmation of other Jewish wizards in Hogwarts. I could  see Goldstein as someone predisposed to disciplines that require an individual to not see himself or herself in inherent opposition with a type of magic, such as Care of Magical Creatures.

Jewish tradition has a history of magic different from that of medieval Britain, from which a lot of the stock images and sentiment in Potterverse arises. Rather than identifying with Merlin, or the Witches burned at the stake, a Jewish wizard might instead look instead to the 'miracles’ of certain medieval Rabbis, or Rabbi Judah Loew ben Bezalel and the Golem of Prague, or King Solomon. Demons instead of Goblins as the morally ambiguous, humanoid figure. Dybbuks instead of Boggarts. Magic derived from Hebrew as opposed to Latin. There is the potential that Goldstein would find himself, or his family, identifying with a magical past and identity that would have very little to do with that adopted by British wizardry, and by extension Hogwarts as a community and educational establishment. 

Then of course there is the fun of parsing apart the whose and wheres of Anthony Goldstein. Is he a North London Jew?  The next generation of an old British family? Or apart of one of the twentieth century Jewish-immigration waves? Is there a wider Jewish Wizarding community, or is he an anomaly? The last of a tradition? Judaism’s rich tradition of fantasy storytelling and folktales were largely wiped out along with the rural European communities that fostered them, so it wouldn’t be far-fetched that if there was a larger Jewish Wizarding community, it had all but vanished after the Holocaust, and that people like Goldstein represent what remains of a nearly-extinct subculture. 

 Anti-Semitism was historically a feature of elite British boarding schools, and it would not be unreasonable to assume that it would extend to magical ones, especially seeing as there is even less of an established Jewish presence in the magical community than the muggle one.  

Anthony Goldstein would likely never have a place where he could realize himself fully, constantly requiring to either subdue his magic, or his Jewishness in turn. He would find himself alienated on a fundamental level with the British magical community, and would be plagued by doubt when it came to the practice of magic. He would be perceptive and capable at communicating with magical non-humans, and would not see magic as a source of darkness, but the human thirst for power. He would distrust magical assertions of authority, and would find himself burdened with a past that his education has not equipped him to fully understand. 

More Lockhart Slander (TCKS, Chapter 2)

Soon after classes, Ron familiarised everyone with the phrases 'Harry Potter Fan Club' and 'Cornish Pixies' as well as why they now elicited a long-suffering sigh from Harry himself.


Of course, the perpetrator of both crimes was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart.


"Do you think if we asked Mafalda to push him down the stairs, she could make it look like an accident?" asked Ruby as they made their way to the Great Hall.


"Oh, don't say that!" protested Hermione. "He's done nothing—"


"—Nothing but be an irritating git, you mean," said Ron.

"Can we please just stop talking about Lockhart?" asked Harry, who had been cross the whole day.

"Cornish Pixies," said Anthony, laughing when Harry groaned. "I can't help it," he explained. "It's a perfect conditioned response."

okay, three's a crowd. this is faceclaim week now for my fic. i don't make the rules

big brain aka jabberwocky aka why it is *always* anthony?

"Don't worry about it," said Anthony, "I'm sure something insane will happen in the next few weeks and totally eclipse it." [ACA Chapter 5]

"SKKKKRSH!"

Daphne screamed, clutching at Ruby, who had backed into a display, sending its contents crashing to the floor. Tee whipped around, sick to his stomach, to meet a small, grey skeletal thing, rotted skin still clinging to its bones, limp clumps of blonde hair barely obscuring white, cloudy eyes.

"The sparks," Goldstein gulped out. "What about—"

...

"Incendio!" shouted Ruby, and the Inferius caught on fire with a loud, rushing BOOMF! "Anthony, stop trying to do the sparks!"

[Anthony] Goldstein stopped frantically fussing with his wand just as one of the Inferi swiped at him. "Petrificus Totalus!"

[ACA Chapter 7]

Anthony would peel an orange for Ruby