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Helga Hugglesmithe

    (13/04/2022 at 03:46)
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Helga Halophagus Hugglesmithe

Birthday: April 29, 1954

Hometown:Betws-y-Coed, Wales

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):First, Second

Biography:

Magic is Wonder

Helga Halophagus Hugglesmithe would never have picked her name. Who would? No one would use the initials of an H thrice unless imposed by parents. Her family traced, of dubious legitimacy, back to Helga Hufflepuff herself. And why not? Who could prove it now, a thousand years later? Though the claim wasn’t new. Many nobles had linked themselves to mythical heroes, proof of their superiority over the common folk, so why not Purebloods? An old, Welsh pureblood family, the Hugglesmithe manor was just outside of Betws-y-Coed while also holding a flat in London for a short commute in the Wizengamot.

Helga didn’t know any of this growing up. All she knew was her silly name, unlike anything from books she read, and a huge house to get lost in. That, and magic.

Wonderful, fantastical. Her eyes lit up as her mother caused flowers to bloom, or little toys to dance around. None of the kids in The Village had that, the little time she got to spend with them. Magic was secret, safe. Wonderful. Magic that she too would be able to use one day.

Her life was perfect until it wasn’t.

Magic was Wonder

The fire. Smoke. Shouts. Helga knew the manor like the back of her soot-filled hand. Her parents had not. She was pulled out a day later, miraculously safe, by an old muggle woman.

Everything moved so quickly. She stayed with the woman, Ms. Myfanwy (that was a normal name, unlike hers) while the repairs started. Then, there was something about a will. Helga was eight, she just knew that her parents weren’t coming back to their manor. Her manor. Except, it wasn’t.

Ms. Myfanwy said her Uncle Hubert owned the manor now. That she could be in danger, that she had to run. On that cold night, rain sticking to the Snowdon Mountains, she ran with the money she had been given to the train station. She had never been on a train, now she was on one by herself.

She never heard from Ms. Myfanwy again. Over the next two years, living on the streets of London, the magic dimmed from her eyes. There was no magic there, just the next meal, the next sunrise, the next breath.

Magic is(?) Hope

Shiels was ten. She couldn’t call herself Helga, the other children had laughed at her. Her last two years had been spent in and out of orphanages, learning to steal, to not be seen, to be unremarkable, to not be special. Her old life, of that wonderful manor and a mother who made a doll dance, seemed like a dream.

Seemed.

A letter arrived, just a couple of days when Shiels had fallen back into an orphanage. The children laughed at the name and when she went forward to claim it. The letter to Hogwarts, which her (supposed) ancestor had once founded. Magic could bring her hope, that wonder could return to her life, that colours could bloom again. That she could make a flower bloom on a withered vine.

All she needed was one wand.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:Open!

Personality:
Uncertain, unsure. Ready to let others step forward, take the credit, the spotlight. Curious, impressionable, awed. Wants to experience new things, new wonders, new secrets. Slow to trust, hard to lose. There were few she could count on in the last two years. It will be hard to get into her circle but, once there, she won’t lose faith.

Appearance:
Slight build, second-hand clothes. Tangled blond hair, the bane of combs. Roundish face. Unremarkable, can be found at the back of a crowd, in the shadow of a wall.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.


The lofty heights of the towers were uncomfortable, with their large windows and giant drops. The library and classrooms were full of adults who wanted her to do things. Write papers, study what they said, try to be the best she could be. The Common Room and Great Hall had far too many of her peers, a loose term to say best when she was the youngest year.

Where else then would she go but the Dungeons themselves?

This felt more like home, with damp bricks and shadowy corners. Down here, she felt more alive, the heat of the flickering torches barely touching her. Helga’s fingers trailed on the almost-wet bricks. It was just like her living conditions back in London - though, not her old home.

Those memories were locked behind ashes and smoke. They would stay that way.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The call came as a welcome distraction from her thoughts, which plodded against her head before she put them back away. It had come from just around the bend. Helga went around it and came face-to-face with someone.

Which meant, they were the same age.

“You’re-” Helga racked her brain back to remember, “Evangeline?” She was terrible with names. The girl could be from her own dorm and she would have forgotten it by now. Helga did her best to be as unremarkable as possible and that extended to her noticing others.

“I didn’t see anyone down there,” Helga continued, “is this ‘Emma Birch’ in our year?” She was betting on the fact that they were the same height that they really were in the same year.

Maybe, just maybe, if Emma was around, Helga could slip out quietly. Which meant, she’d have to help, for now.

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* Ella Galanis

    (16/04/2022 at 08:02)
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[Note: although Helga's family is welcome to claim that they're descended from Helga Hufflepuff, please remember when writing that, as per the Site Rules on creating characters, Helga cannot actually be a relative of Helga Hufflepuff.]



Dear Miss Hugglesmithe,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 May 2022. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
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