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* Felicity Wilding

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Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Felicity Belle Wilding

Birthday: 8/25/38 11

Hometown: Portsmouth, Hampshire, UK

Unknown (lives as Pureblood)

Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two): 1, 2

When Felicity thought about the times when she first began feeling disconnected from her family, her fourth birthday party was the earliest memory she could recall.

All around her were people she was supposed to feel she belonged to and that belonged to her because they were her blood; her relatives. What she really remembered, or remembered feeling, was a sense of wondering who these people really were. She was a outsider at her own party.

Not in the true sense; this was all in her head, of course. Her mother had spent hours that morning brushing Felicity’s golden waves until she swore the reflection of them in her mirror was enough to blind her. The presents all had her name featured on them, as did the banners flashing her age and wishing her a happy birthday. The majority of the pictures featured her (mother had seen to that). She couldn’t have been an outsider because a lot of the other kids wanted to play with her. Mother didn’t allow her much play time, however, Felicity needed to look picture perfect all day.

The day truly was about her. It was her own mind that was keeping her distanced from her own family. Felicity remembered looking around at her older siblings, all brothers, who seemed content enough to sit at the table for most of the day. They never made a fuss when they were told to sit and behave themselves.

That was one of the moments that stood out most for Felicity. All she had wanted to do was run and play, even get a little dirty, just for one day. She had not been so content to sit still and look pretty. She had wanted to have fun.

It was when she was six years old that she found out why she felt so different from her family. At just a few weeks old and with nothing more than a blanket and a small scrap of paper with a few words in Spanish written on it, Felicity had been left at an orphanage where her mother, Mrs Ruby Wilding, had come across her and decided she needed to add a little girl to her group of boys.

Everything about not feeling like part of the family made sense after that. Although it wasn’t as if her adoptive family made her feel like she wasn’t part of them, Felicity often found herself pulling away from them.

As she grew, she often thought about why her real mother had thought she wasn’t worth keeping. Or why both her parents didn’t want her. That thought was worse, though. Thinking that the two people who created her didn’t want her when they first saw her. It was easier to think that her mother had been alone and made the decision to give her up without anyone else giving their opinion.

If George and Ruby were so driven to keep a child they had no connection to, why was it her own parents hadn’t felt the same thing? Had she been such an awful baby they hadn’t been able to deal with her? These were just some of the questions she wanted answered. Felicity could only hope that some day she would learn something about her birth parents.

For now, Felicity had to deal with a family that she didn’t really feel connected to, despite how hard some of them tried. She had to deal with a mother who wanted to turn her into a perfect little lady whether Felicity wanted that or not.

Some day she would be old enough to make her own decisions and she planned to try and push as many boundaries as she felt needing pushing until that day came.

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

House Request: Gryffindor, pretty please!

Personality: Felicity is a bit of a slow-burning fire. She has a fierce spirit and loves trying everything and anything, but a childhood of being forced into following correct etiquette and not always being allowed to just be a child has left her a bit hesitant. In certain situations it takes her a while to let loose and be herself, but once she does, there’s no stopping her.

She also has a trust issue, or four, and it takes time for her to warm up to people, but she’s generally nice and friendly with everyone upon first meeting them.


Being out of doors was one of Felicity’s favorite things since arriving at Hogwarts. It seemed like such a simple thing, but when one spent the better part of their childhood inside at the insistence of their mother, so she didn’t ruin her pretty hair or her pretty clothes, being outside was quite the luxury.

Quickly Felicity had discovered her favorite spots to be by the lake and the gardens. The lake because the lapping of the waves against the shore reminded her of home. She had grown up near the sea and although there were certain things she wanted to escape from, it was still the only home she had ever known. A place where people wanted her, whether she felt connected to them or not. Not everyone had chosen to abandon her.

The gardens she liked for their peaceful environment. With the weather still lovely and warm, the lake could sometimes be overcrowded. Felicity liked being around her peers a lot of the time, but she was still keeping them at a distance, behind firmly built walls and she suspected they would find out she wasn’t quite being herself with them soon enough. To delay the time when she would have to tell people about herself, she sought the refuge of the gardens.

There were also so many new sights for Felicity to discover in the gardens. They had a large garden at home but neither of her parents were much interested in nature and even if they were, Felicity didn’t think many gardens could match the ones here at Hogwarts.

Felicity was particularly intrigued by the Flutterby bush. She had found it on her first trip to the gardens. At first she had thought there was something behind the bush, some animal, because the bush kept moving gently but when she didn’t find anything behind it she did a little research on the plants found in the gardens. A bush that only flowered once a century was interesting. If you weren’t familiar with the bush, how were you supposed to know when it flowered. It could happen as she was standing there staring at--

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

The harsh voice reached her ears and Felicity moved in the direction of it and some rustling noises. She stopped when she found a boy bent over digging mercilessly through the flowers. The poor things looked like they might not survive the trauma.

Felicity wrinkled what her mother called a button nose and stepped forward to confront the boy, just as he sneezed loud enough to probably wake up all the creatures in the forest. As Felicity was biting her bottom lip to stifle a giggle, the boy’s eyes found her.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Her nose crinkled even more in dislike. Felicity put her hands on her hips and said, “I don’t need your help, but you should probably apologize to the flowers you’re killing.”


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Dear Miss Wilding,

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

Term begins 1 January. 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,

Calypso Ross

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