have you met HANNAH ABBOTT yet? SHE is aTWENTY year old CIS FEMALE HALF-BLOOD. they live in HOGSMEADE VILLAGE, but theyâre originally from BALLYCASTLE, NORTHERN IRELAND. they are best known for being a BARMAID AT THE THREE BROOMSTICKS, and i hear theyâre pretty CHARMING yet also SELF DEPRECATING at times.
hello everyone , my name is ri . iâll be playing miss hannah abbott , i use she / her pronouns. iâm twenty one plus and an absolute sucker for aesthetics, so thereâs that. feel free to message me with any questions you may have about hannah. under the cut youâll find bits and pieces of her character  !Â
  name : hannah sophia abbott
  age :  twenty , born october 3rd.
  former house : hufflepuff
  current occupation : barmaid at the three broomsticks
  affiliation / loyalty : order of the phoenix / dumbledoreâs armyÂ
  romantic / sexual orientation : bisexual / biromantic
  patrounus : the hummingbird âââ THE HUMMINGBIRD IS A VERY CAREFREE PATRONUS, AND SHOWS A FREE SPIRIT. THESE ARE THOSE WHO WANT TO ENJOY EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE AND EMRACE IT TO ITâS FULL POTENTIAL. THEY ARE SOCIAL, BUT THEY ALSO NEED AN AMOUNT OF TIME ALONE TO TRY AND FIND THEIR OWN PATH. THEY ARE SENSITIVE AND INFLUENCED EASILY BY WHAT OTHERS SAY ABOUT THEM. THEY TRY TO ACT AS THOUGH THEY ARE INDEPENDENT, BUT THEY TAKE EVERY COMPLIMENT AND INSULT THEY RECIEVE WITH EXTREME CONSIDERATION. THEY WANT TO PLEASE EVERYONE. THE MOST COMMON HOUSE FOR A HUMMINGBIRD PATRONUS IS HUFFLEPUFF. THE MOST COMMON SIGNS ARE LIBRA AND CANCER. (x)
  moral alignment : lawful good
BIOGRAPHY :Â
you are born into a soft world, thereâs nothing but beauty for you to admire, for you to bloom beneath. your mother brings you up to be nothing short of whimsical, of someone who finds things to admire within the simplest of things. the winds, the flowers, the trees that surround you, they all carry something within them that draws you towards them. youâre a magical being, a bright young witch who finds herself comfortable within the confides of the hufflepuff common room. within the house known for loyalty, you find yourself thriving. there, you find, youâve found a sense of belonging.Â
it isnât long before you are followed by the shadows, before you give in to your darkest thoughts. a girl so beautiful, so kind. how could she ever think of herself worthy of anything more than the simplest of things? itâs because of this, because you were led to believe that there was nothing ethereal about the way youâd stumble your words in an anxious rage, or the way youâd crumble beneath the pressure of looming deadlines. you were bright, thereâs no denying that. but the ghost of laughter as you struggled to articulate your words, as you sat at an empty table on the weekends your classmates wandered around hogsmeade struggling to find the words.Â
hannah suffers from anxiety. sheâs never truly been comfortable in her skin and so she found being in hogwarts made it worse in the sense that sheâd never really considered herself intelligent. sheâs a very soft girl, someone who was easily influenced in her early years. so, when others began to laugh, began to shun her for her insecurities, she began to believe them. she wasnât worthy of anything good, anything decent. she, a fragile girl who crumbled beneath the pressure that exams, essays, and classes caused her. she distanced herself from anything academic in her spare time if only to free her mind of its turmoil. it seemed foolish to some.Â
it generally causes her to fall into a spiral of self - loathing. while she may be appearing to be perfectly poised on the outside, sunshine spilling from her skin on even the darkest of days. inside, hannah finds her own thoughts about herself eating away at her flesh, heart decaying and left to rot in a pit of self deprecation.Â
she often says things that are taken in a joking manner. because, as people would point out, she was a blonde. an airhead. a girl who was pretty enough to get by in life. thatâs what they told her, and so she began to believe it.
by the time youâre in your fourth year , hufflepuff finally receives the recognition it deserves. you support cedric, you surround yourself with him if only to soak in any confidence that he may exude. to you, heâs the perfect champion. to you, heâs being robbed of any glory no thanks to harry potter. you canât blame him, as much as the rumours say heâd done it himself, and as much as you turn up your nose at the boy. it isnât his fault, but the pressure of your peers eats away at you and in turn, your image suffers. youâre seen condoning a bullying in which youâve only ever endured before. it pains you, yet you continue. itâs cedricâs death that shakes you all the most. he was your light, your hope, he represented everything that was worth being in the world. yet, heâd fallen as easily as anyone else.Â
voldemort returns, and your depression hits a high point. you find yourself yearning for any sort of power, anything that doesnât make you feel so god damn fragile. you find it in dumbledoreâs army. you stand behind harry, for heâs felt pain more than you could ever imagine. you fight and you listen and you learn. you find that thereâs something worth value in being good at herbology, at being able to brew a potion better than half your class. yet, you keep these things to yourself. youâve got a role to play, the insecure girl who finds comfort in hearing that sheâs kind, who finds glory in knowing that sheâs seen as beautiful. your blonde hair grows longer, itâs loose curls against your slightly freckled porcelain skin and when you cast your first patronus, locks of light blonde fly through the room and you swear youâve never felt more powerful.Â
sixth year is a blur. you board the train, you go to the feast, but your only real memory of that year is the loss of your mother. the news that sheâs been murdered, found dead alone within your home in ireland. it was a cruel twist of fate. and your usual calm and composed self finds a breaking point. screaming into the void, ripping sheets and drapes and ruining the dormitory that took you away from the one person in the world you loved most. you leave, tell yourself youâll never return to the place that had never learned how to appreciate you anyways. youâre alone, orphaned, living in a small coastal home. you spend your nights curled up, a sorrow filled song bird, humming aimlessly into the night as your mothers room remains untouched. professor sprout offers her condolences, offers you a place to stay within your old dorm for holidays, asks you if youâd like to return. you decline, you ignore. your life is filled with silence, itâs filled with darkness. the world loses its beauty, and you in turn lose your hope.Â
you return, and to no surprise, you have to retake your sixth year. people snicker. and you hold your head high because your mother had never taught you to be a coward. you face the world with a new outlook. something stronger brews beneath you. when neville approaches you about dumbledoreâs army, youâre quick to swear fealty to whatever it is heâd concocting. you spend your nights comforting the children who meet the carrows in darkened halls and over crowded classrooms.Â
hannah was heavily involved with dumbledoreâs army throughout her (second) sixth year. she found herself spending more time in the room of requirement than in her own dormitory, hiding out and acting as nothing short of a maternal figure towards cowering children. the beauty faded, but her soft exterior remained. in place of her insides is now something likened to steel.Â
she stands by neville, stands behind harry, and takes part in the battle of hogwarts. walks away with nothing but scrapes and bruises
your heart breaks, and you cannot help but recoil into a silent solitude. your seventh year goes by in a blur, and the castle still smells of death to you. itâs that year that you find yourself becoming closer with madame rosmerta, and she sparks something inside you. perhaps it was like bringing a corpse back to life, to see hannah smile. so it doesnât come to any surprise that after you graduate, a year later than youâd hoped to, you begin working for her at the three broomsticks. she finds you a nice flat in hogsmeade and helps you pack up the childhood home in which you shared with your mother. thereâs a photo, particularly beautiful in its nature, of her on your vanity. she walks with you everyday, you swear sheâs by your side. perhaps you never got to mourn properly.Â
thereâs nothing more comfortable than the three broomsticks. hogsmeade is out of the way of london enough that you donât come into contact with many from your school years. itâs sad, but you like it that way. theyâd see nothing in you now that they didnât back then. perhaps even say that this life was a life theyâd always envisioned for you. for, youâve wasted your talents, but you donât need them to tell you that. loyalty first, happiness second. itâs what you tell yourself when rosmerta tells you she needs you more oft than not. youâre happy to be alone, itâs safer this way. you see susan as much as you need to, and daphne pops in to make sure youâre alright. goes out of her way to cook you meals to make sure youâre eating. itâs something youâre not used to anymore. someone putting your needs ahead of theirs.Â
hannah lives a quiet life. sheâs slightly ashamed of her lost potential. given in to the idea that she herself failed. itâs this that drives her to become a healer later on in life, that drives her to take night courses and begin her studies when she garners enough confidence to be okay with being studious once more.Â
she paints. sunflowers, oceans, anything that brings a splash of colour into her life. she doodles on her skin, on napkins, on parchment. always artistic.Â
she believes in the good in people. itâs this reason alone that hannah doesnât believe in the persecution of any of her fellow students. that they should be on the end of a wicked witch hunt so to speak. she believes in second chances, and that people are only as good as their circumstances.
hannahâs mother was a pureblood who fell in love with a muggleborn man whoâd left her upon finding out she was pregnant. itâs the reason hannah carries the abbott name. her fatherâs identity has never been important to her.Â
her mother was her hero, a renowned cursebreaker and a wonderfully brave woman. hannah was in constant awe of the artifacts her mother would bring home, and the plethora of stories sheâd provided her with.Â
her boggart is failure. lmao itâs ironic because she feels it everyday.
sheâs got an orange tabby cat named des ; short for desdemona.Â
sheâs gifted in herbology and potions, always has been. once again, hannah is very self deprecating and it was this trait that people found easy to pick at. the more theyâd told her she was daft, the more she began to believe it. itâs a big trigger to her anxiety.Â
sheâs a soft and i love her to death and iâll fight anyone for her. facts are facts.
sheâs scarred from the war, depressed and anxious. but she smiles through it because sheâs got no other choice. other people lost brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers. her happiness has always come second. she doesnât believe sheâs got the right to grieve, to properly mourn. and so she bottles it inside and helps others.Â












