Percival Graves

To you, Percival was nothing but a jerk rude, standoffish, and arrogant. He treated your (x relative) like garbage and constantly insulted your cult. Even though you were one of the older kids there, you still did the same chores as everyone else attending every meeting, handing out flyers, and doing exactly as you were told.
​One of those nights, when you were bone-tired and just wanted to go to bed already, you were out passing out flyers. You were barely putting in any effort, just holding your hand out and waiting for someone to take one. Suddenly, a pair of hands shoves you into a dark, deserted alleyway. You’re pinned against the wall.
​"So, you're one of those kids from that anti-witch cult, huh?"