#ferula.intro

   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 / dumbledore’s army 

   romantic / sexual orientation : bisexual / biromantic

   patrounus : the hummingbird ––– 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 IT’S 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 : 

you are born into a soft world, there’s 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. you’re 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, you’ve found a sense of belonging. 

it isn’t 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? it’s because of this, because you were led to believe that there was nothing ethereal about the way you’d stumble your words in an anxious rage, or the way you’d crumble beneath the pressure of looming deadlines. you were bright, there’s 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. 

hannah suffers from anxiety. she’s never truly been comfortable in her skin and so she found being in hogwarts made it worse in the sense that she’d never really considered herself intelligent. she’s 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 wasn’t 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. 

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. 

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. that’s what they told her, and so she began to believe it.

by the time you’re 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, he’s the perfect champion. to you, he’s being robbed of any glory no thanks to harry potter. you can’t blame him, as much as the rumours say he’d done it himself, and as much as you turn up your nose at the boy. it isn’t his fault, but the pressure of your peers eats away at you and in turn, your image suffers. you’re seen condoning a bullying in which you’ve only ever endured before. it pains you, yet you continue. it’s cedric’s death that shakes you all the most. he was your light, your hope, he represented everything that was worth being in the world. yet, he’d fallen as easily as anyone else. 

voldemort returns, and your depression hits a high point. you find yourself yearning for any sort of power, anything that doesn’t make you feel so god damn fragile. you find it in dumbledore’s army. you stand behind harry, for he’s felt pain more than you could ever imagine. you fight and you listen and you learn. you find that there’s 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. you’ve got a role to play, the insecure girl who finds comfort in hearing that she’s kind, who finds glory in knowing that she’s seen as beautiful. your blonde hair grows longer, it’s 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 you’ve never felt more powerful. 

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 she’s 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 you’ll never return to the place that had never learned how to appreciate you anyways. you’re 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 you’d like to return. you decline, you ignore. your life is filled with silence, it’s filled with darkness. the world loses its beauty, and you in turn lose your hope. 

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 dumbledore’s army, you’re quick to swear fealty to whatever it is he’d concocting. you spend your nights comforting the children who meet the carrows in darkened halls and over crowded classrooms. 

hannah was heavily involved with dumbledore’s 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. 

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. it’s 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 doesn’t come to any surprise that after you graduate, a year later than you’d 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. there’s a photo, particularly beautiful in its nature, of her on your vanity. she walks with you everyday, you swear she’s by your side. perhaps you never got to mourn properly. 

there’s nothing more comfortable than the three broomsticks. hogsmeade is out of the way of london enough that you don’t come into contact with many from your school years. it’s sad, but you like it that way. they’d see nothing in you now that they didn’t back then. perhaps even say that this life was a life they’d always envisioned for you. for, you’ve wasted your talents, but you don’t need them to tell you that. loyalty first, happiness second. it’s what you tell yourself when rosmerta tells you she needs you more oft than not. you’re happy to be alone, it’s safer this way. you see susan as much as you need to, and daphne pops in to make sure you’re alright. goes out of her way to cook you meals to make sure you’re eating. it’s something you’re not used to anymore. someone putting your needs ahead of theirs. 

hannah lives a quiet life. she’s slightly ashamed of her lost potential. given in to the idea that she herself failed. it’s 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. 

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. 

she believes in the good in people. it’s this reason alone that hannah doesn’t 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.

hannah’s mother was a pureblood who fell in love with a muggleborn man who’d left her upon finding out she was pregnant. it’s the reason hannah carries the abbott name. her father’s identity has never been important to her. 

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 she’d provided her with. 

her boggart is failure. lmao it’s ironic because she feels it everyday.

she’s got an orange tabby cat named des ; short for desdemona. 

she’s 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 they’d told her she was daft, the more she began to believe it. it’s a big trigger to her anxiety. 

she’s a soft and i love her to death and i’ll fight anyone for her. facts are facts.

QUICK FACTS

you can find neville’s pinterest here!

neville is a member of the longbottom pureblood family, who have always been well known blood traitors.

they’re just generally loyal. their first loyalty lies with the da, but also his family and his fellow gryffindors. they’d probably be loyal 2 a plant.

their wand is 13″, cherry wood, unicorn hair core, slightly pliable.

their boggart was once snape, which is definitely a valid boggart, but as they aged, they faced terrors far worse than a poor teacher. now their boggart takes the form of a snake, specifically nagini. it’s not snakes themselves they fear, but rather the feeling of fear itself, their terror that they will give into it.

when they were finally able to cast a corporeal patronus, they were surprised to find it took the form of a phoenix, a quite legendary patronus and one they certainly didn’t feel worthy of. it’s a symbol of their power of spirit, how though they may not have been the strongest or the bravest or the first in anyone’s book, but they overcame. their seventh year sort of was a rebirth for them, when they finally let go of the fear they’d lived with for so long and became the leader people needed them to be.

BIOGRAPHY (short bio? idk her, yeah i got a little carried away the last paragraph is really the only one y’all need)

born to parents who had thrice defied the dark lord, neville was one of two possible children referred to in a prophecy about the one who would defeat he who must not be named. voldemort may have made harry his equal, but his followers made an enemy out of neville, an enemy that would assist in their leader’s final downfall. the torture of well known aurors frank and alice longbottom at the hands of death eaters was well known in the wizarding community, neville would always be the kid whose parents were tortured into insanity. neville would never live up to the things their parents accomplished. these were things they were reminded of daily.

little changed when they started at hogwarts, except of course, the sorting hat calling out gryffindor. surely the hat had made a mistake and as the years went only, that only seemed to be proved right. they never fit in with their housemates, always a sort of odd duck, didn’t carry themself with the same confidence as other gryffindors and certainly wouldn’t count themselves among the likes of harry potter. but then the dark lord returned, and with him the followers that had destroyed neville’s life and at that point it didn’t seem like any choice but to be brave. when harry left hogwarts, they stayed, running dumbledore’s army and fighting against the institution from within. and when it came to the final fight, their bravery proved necessary for the destruction of the dark lord. the sorting hat let them know it had never been wrong about them, and granted them the sword of gryffindor for acts of true bravery which they used to kill the final horcrux, nagini.

with the war over, neville was able to finish their schooling and become an auror. it seemed like the most obvious path, fighting death eaters was all they knew, it was what their parents had done, and it seemed a good way to stick it to everyone who had ever doubted them. it didn’t take them long to figure out they didn’t enjoy it, though. the violence, the pressure, they had thought the war was won, but here they were still living in it. they didn’t realize this slowly, but rather all at once, in the form of a complete mental breakdown only four months into the job. they fell off the grid for a while after that, returning home and secluding themself with their plants. that lasted even shorter before they realized they were giving in to the problem, the fear, the worst possible thing they could imagine. so, they got back out there, with baby steps, getting a job at the leaky cauldron that they doubted that they were going to love, but it was a way to face the rest of the world, and figure out their place in it after the war.

MEMORY (i’m really proud of this so take it if u want pain)

The war is won, Voldemort is gone, but Neville can’t help looking over their shoulder as they duck into St. Mungo’s. They can’t help the suspicion as the receptionist’s gaze lingers on them a bit too long as they sign in and head up to the fourth floor. This anxiety, at least, cannot be blamed wholeheartedly on the war. They’ve always hated this place, and hospitals in general because of it, but they know this journey like the back of their hand. Their mother is sitting in a living chair when they enter, their father nowhere to be seen. Neville can’t help but wonder, do they still love each other, or have they forgotten each other’s very existence, like they’ve forgotten Neville’s? The cushions give way as they plant themselves on the couch across from their mother, almost too soft after night spent sleeping on the floor of the Room of Requirement. Even after everything, meeting their mother’s gaze is hard, but they bring themself to do it, and see nothing in them that reveals recognition. Silly, isn’t it, after all this time to still hope?

[RYAN POTTER] // have you met [ZACHARIAS SMITH] yet? [HE/HIM] is a/an [20] year old [CIS MALE PUREBLOOD]. they live in [LONDON], but they’re originally from [LONDON]. they are best known for being a/an [ASSISTANT IN THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES], and i hear they’re pretty [DIRECT] yet also [CYNICAL] at times; i hope they continue to heal. (michelle, 23, est, she/her)

Species or Blood Status: Wizard/Pureblood. Zach had no doubt in his lineage. Any time anything happens, his parents never fail to bring up their ancestors. The mantle over the fireplace consists of magical and familial artifacts. “Poor Hepzibah,” they’d say, shaking their head and straighten one of her ancient knick-knacks.   

Loyalty: He joined the Death Eaters for a brief moment in the War. There was no way that Harry Potter could win, a simple and irresponsible boy. Back in fifth year, Zach had only attended the D.A. meetings because Michael Corner didn’t want to go alone, and he only wanted to go because he wanted to impress his big fat crush, Ginny Weasley. But Zach had become uninterested, not to mention Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad was stalking the castle and it was only a matter of time before Dumbeldore’s Army was found out. When Hogwarts was finally taken over, Zach would have sided with anyone that ensured safety and power. But when the battle finally begun, Zach’s cowardice consumed him--and he wasn’t able to kill. At that point, he had fled with the other Death Eaters and instead helped the D.A. and others help the first and second years out of the war zone.

Boggart: Because Zach is a perfectionist. His boggart is failure: the fear of disappointing or letting down others is constantly on Zacharias' mind which relates to the fact that he always seems angry; he constantly feels under pressure.Wand: 13 1/3" Vine, Dragon Heart-string, Unyielding.

Patronus: Hawk - "Those with the hawk patronus are dangerously intelligent, noting every detail of what is around them. They are great observers as well as being magnificent hunters, this meaning they have both sides of the coin covered. They can come up with an idea, plan it out, and execute it perfectly. They are extreme perfectionists, wanting everything to be just as they see it. If it isn't, they feel trapped, which can cause them to become incredibly emotional.”

Previous Hogwarts/Alternate School House: All of his family members (except twin sister Sally Smith) was sorted into Hufflepuff. Coming from a long line of Hufflepuff’s and even a direct decedent of Helga Hufflepuff herself, Zach may have not been a typical badger and at times hated his house. Like Sally, he thought he might have been a Slytherin, too. It only made sense and the more that people talked about how he didn’t fit the mold for the yellow and black house ( “what a sour fucking attitude”), so naturally it just felt like he didn’t belong there. It was only when he had finally left Hogwarts that Zach felt he truly did perhaps belong In Hufflepuff. 

Describe one memory: In third year, Jezebel tried out for the Quidditch Team with him. During a paired assignment in Potions, she whispered idly under her breath she was thinking about trying for Chaser. Zach’s lips twitched, scoffing out a laugh as he shook his head and Jezebel gently touched his wrist. “What?” “I was thinking about going for Chaser, too.” “Well,” she glanced around the room on the lookout for Snape. When she spotted him harassing a pair of Ravenclaws at the far corner of the classroom, she quirked a smile of her own at Zach. “Looks like I’ve got some competition.” When they both made it on the team, Zach had suggested they practice together after dinner every other night. He had crouched down, approaching her from behind in the Great Hall, whispering close to her ear. She started to smile even before he had finished the question, turning to look at him. He felt her breath on his face when she accepted the offer, “I thought you’d never ask.” After their first win in a match in April, she bumped her arm into Zach’s sweaty side. “We should celebrate.” Her eyes were wide and flirty, and in all of Zach’s thirteen years, she made his heart stutter. Skip a beat. Made the blush on his cheeks rush to his ears, lower tummy, and toes. He did not think twice about kissing her under the bleachers, the smell of sweat, grass and her invading all of his young senses. His first kiss. In the distance, a wolf howled.

Describe their life from the Wars ending: It hasn’t been easy, but Zach is just trying to piece his life back together. Mostly, he is just trying to lie low in the small flat he managed to snag in London. The tattoo on his arm has long since faded and he hides the mark whenever he can. He’s one of the lucky ones, able to keep his wand from the mistakes he made just a few years ago ( he never killed anyone and he guesses he has Potter to thank for being able to keep such an intimate part of himself ). It’s hard not to think about the mistakes and the sacrifices that he had made, but it’s the small victories, he’s learned, that matters the most. It was grueling work nailing a job in the Department of Mysteries, let alone inside the Ministry of Magic. Almost like community service, Zach has to pick up the pieces of the skeleton-like Ministry and his work is never over. He’s continuing the constant battle trying to prove himself; of his worth, of his position and of his loyalty. All Zacharias is really hoping is to leave his past there. In the past.

Extras (Optional):

ZODIAC: Aries 

D.O.B: April 14th, 1980 

RELIGION: Atheist 

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Three-inch horizontal scar underneath right shoulder blade from a Quidditch accident. 

STRENGTHS: calculating, determined, dedicated. 

WEAKNESSES: temperamental, perfectionist, stubborn.

Species or Blood Status: Muggleborn Loyalty: Harry, DA, Boggart: Failure Wand: Vine with a core of Griffin feather. 10′’, Unyielding Patronus: Gray Squirrel Previous Hogwarts/Alternate School House: Gryffindor/Ravenclaw Describe their life from the Wars ending: Since the wars ending just over a year ago Hermione has kept herself busy. She’s gotten her own flat, gotten a job in the Ministers Office, and kept her head up while helping those around him as much as he could. She can no longer look at her arm where the faint silvery scars that LeStrange left on her bicep. But when the thoughts of darkness and what could have happened during the war start to fill her mind; she throws herself two fold into her work once more.

some fun facts about the loml, H.J. Granger:

Hermione is working in the Ministry as an Assistant alongside Kingsley. Because of that, she tends to know just how bad things are and desperately wants to change things for the better as soon as she can.

She hates the scarring on her body from the year on the run and the final battle. She knew that she’d gotten off lucky of course but she still hated them. Especially the one written on her arm. In her spare time she searches for a way to remove curse scars and when out in public she wears a metal arm brace over her bicep.

Her nightmares of failing her friends and family haven’t ended with the war if anything they’ve increased. She gave up her parents permanently so that they could live their lives in peace. And although she misses them the peace of mind she has that no Death Eater will get to them gives her some sort of comfort, minimal as it may be.

Hermione has a decently large two bedroom flat off one of the offshoots alleys in Wizarding London. She wanted originally to get a roommate but isn’t sure if she wants to give up the hard-earned privacy that she’s been enjoying so far. 

[KEITH POWERS] // have you met [DEAN THOMAS] yet? [HE] is a [NINETEEN] year old [MALE] [HALFBLOOD]. they live in [LONDON], but they’re originally from [DALKEY]. they are best known for being an [BROOMMAKER & SHOPKEEPER], and i hear they’re pretty [OPENMINDED] yet also [RESERVED] at times; i hope they continue to heal. (eloise, 19, cst, she/her)