#hazel wolfe

Birthday: September 5, 1998

Status: Halfblood

Nationality: American

Personality Type: ENTJ

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5’2

Skin Tone: Light

Face Claim: Sabrina Carpenter

BACKGROUND

Hometown: New York City

Mother: Deceased - 2001

Father: Head of the Body for Protection of Magical Species

Step-father: Stay at home dad

HOGWARTS

House: Hufflepuff

Quidditch: Watch it like Hockey… for the fights.

Clubs: School newspaper, gossip column, quidditch coverage

Best Class: Trasfiguration

Worst Class: DADA.

Boggart: Her dad explodes into dust.

Riddikulus: She cannot banish her boggart & suffers extreme embarrassment in DADA class.

Patronus: Cannot summon a patronus. Tells people it is a wolf. Again, suffers humiliation in DADA when this is discovered.

Patronus Memory: N/A

Mirror of Erised: Herself, returning to the city she loves.

Smells (What she smells) Warm bagels, fire, willow bark.

Smells Like: Grapefruit, concrete, & juniper.

CAREER

11-18: Student at Hogwarts

20-29: Reporter for The Bludger - a quidditch magazine

30- Retirement: Social Media management for the dragon sanctuary where she lives with her family.

ATTITUDE

Most at Ease When: She is at home in New York.

Stressed When: She feels incapable of performing magic to help people. This turns into a frustration that leads her to being perceived as unwilling to help.

Priorities: Keeping herself happy and informed. It comes off as pure selfishness. It is her defense and her coping.

Strength: Does not care how her coping mechanisms make her appear to others.

Weakness: Suffers panic attacks that come without warning hinder her magic.

FAVORITES

Color: Magenta

Song: So What - Pink!

American Girl - Tom Petty

The Bitch is Back - Elton John

Food: Sushi, spicy ahi. Extra wasabbi, no ginger.

Drink: Fizzy water with lime.

Weather: The eerie green and yellow tint that hangs from the sky before a storm.

Book: Wake - McMann

Hobbies: Shopping in real stores in London. She’s over the Hogsmeade scene.

Fashion: Preppy, new, flashy.

FRIENDSHIPS

Romance: Nick Willows @that-scouse-wizard

Closest MC friends: The Wolfepack, her girl gang of equally beautiful and talented ladies.

Enemies: Everyone else

What you need to know:

Hazel cursed to herself, which in her current wolf form really came out as more of a snarl. She had been on the tail of a potentially big story for the local gossip at Hogwarts. It could have had everything, star crossed lovers from different quidditch teams, the pining of a fellow team member, the inevitable fight that would boil over onto the quidditch pitch when the drama reached a boiling point.

Then just as she was on the tail of one of her leads, trying to be a bit more discrete in her wolf form, a gnome had leapt from the undergrowth and bitten her. Thankfully it had cowardly burrowed back into its hole with a snap of her jaws but the audacity alone was infuriating. However that was second to the pain of the bite itself, to say nothing of whatever nasty diseases it could have had.

It was not something she liked admitting, but this time she needed help as she limped along, giving a pained whimper involuntarily. Thankfully, there was a place someone with the knowledge to treat an animal… or in this case animagus would be, the Care of Magical Creatures classroom.

She caught a scent on the wind, just the briefest tinge of wood smoke and a slightly damp smell, like a clear morning after a heavy rain. It was… odd but not unpleasant.

Taking care not to stumble over tree roots, the clearing that was home to the classroom finally came into view. It was abandoned except for one person. A tall, lean boy about her age. From her place mostly hidden by hanging branches of leaves, she scrutinised him. He looked so familiar, the realisation struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She did know who this person was. It was Nick Willows, son of the Charms professor, David Willows. At one point a member of the Ravenclaw quidditch team as the keeper, but rumours were now circulating he was thinking of leaving his position.

Still he was also his house’s resident creature lover, if anyone could help her, it was him.

Nick hoisted the heavy barrel upwards with a grunt, it may have been full of sileage but that didn’t stop it being nearly immovable. Yet as he was doing so, he caught the faintest glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. Odd, there were not other students scheduled for extra credit work or detention today…

“Hi, are you here for…” Nick began before trailing off. Of all things he was expecting to see, a grey wolf was not it. A mix of fear and awe quickly took hold of him, his heart hammering in his chest. On one hand, it was a fascinating, beautiful creature. On the other it was also a dangerous apex predator.

He slowly raised his arms high above his head, backing up as he did so, and began to vocalise, making non-descript shouts. He’d have expected the wolf to at least growl at him or in the best case turn tail and run. He didn’t expect the wolf to tilt its head as if confused with what he was doing.

As if annoyed with his performance, it began stalking towards him, with a slight limp. Yet, it showed no other signs of aggression, it’s ears were pricked up and alert but not smoothed back as if giving the final warning before an attack. Even more surprisingly, it sat down. He lowered his arms, this was extremely abnormal behaviour for a wolf.

Cautiously, he took a step forward, taking in every detail before noticing the one blemish on an otherwise pristine coat. It was a splotch of red.

“Let’s take a look at that, shall I?” He said tentatively, exactly what the beast seemed to want him to do, “Yeah, that looks like a gnome bite. Not too deep, shouldn’t need stitches but best clean it just to make sure. I’ll get you patched up, you’re a clever boy aren’t you?” It growled at him at that, as if slightly offended, “…Clever girl?” He asked, not sure why he needed to clarify things to the canine, it seemed satisfied with his correction.

He backed off from it again, still facing it, unsure if the beast would still attack him. He went to gather the supplies he needed to treat the wound. There was the gauze, the bandage, the antiseptic. The only thing he was missing was a cone to put on it so it wouldn’t scratch at the dressing but he really didn’t want to push his luck no matter how friendly the seemingly wild creature had been.

The wolf was still sat in its spot, completely unmoving, finally causing Nick to relax just a bit. Though as he applied the antiseptic, it gave a whine, startling him just a bit. After a pregnant pause he continued, “Sorry about that girl, it’s not nice when you get hurt like that, is it?” He asked rhetorically, yet a slight grumble from it appeared to mean it agreed with him.

“You’re very strange for a wolf you know?” He asked, not expecting a response, “First of all, wolves were up until now supposedly extinct in the United Kingdom. I suppose communities hidden away from the muggles could have caused some populations to survive but now I have you acting very strangely. Might be something to do with being around wizards for so long?” He shrugged at his last point, finally finishing up with dressing her wound.

“You know what? I’m going to sketch you, wait right there.” He said, confidently turning his back on the wolf, he needed to find his sketchbook and supplies but that was it. Finding the bag he’d brought with him, Nick began rummaging through it. If this wolf was so willing to listen and wait, there could have been an entire pack out there. There was even potential to expand the population back into muggle areas for all he knew, it was so exciting. Finally grasping his supplies, he turned.

And there was no wolf.

There was however a pretty blonde girl who found vaguely familiar in a thick fur coat and cashmere jumper.

Nick was positively dumbfounded, the answer was surely right in front of him but at the same time he didn’t know if he could believe it.

“You know, I can turn back into a wolf for you, if you want?” She asked, an American twang to her voice.

Nick blushed a bit, slightly embarrassed of how he’d been speaking as he realised what had just happened, “No that’s okay, you’re Hazel Wolfe aren’t you?” She smirked at that, she was known to have quite a tendency for the latest gossip around Hogwarts as well as apparently being an aspiring journalist, “And you’re a wolf animagus?”

“Yep!” She answered cheerily.

He had to chuckle at the slight irony, “Is your dressing okay?” He asked, just to be sure, gnome bites were still nasty.

She briefly lifted up the sleeve of the jumper, miraculously, it had changed to fit around her arm rather than her wolf form’s foreleg. “Seems good, thank you for that.” They were both silent for a moment, both unsure of how to respond.

“Do you need any help, around here I mean?” Hazel finally asked, “Just give me a chance to get to know my knight in shining armour who came to my aid.” She said teasingly.

“Oh… yeah, sure. I have some flobberworms to feed, they’re not the most exciting things but we still need to keep them alive. This isn’t going in the school paper is it?”

Hazel thought for a moment, “Well, I’ll have to change some things, can’t have people knowing my greatest secret now can I? But… seriously, thank you for what you did.”

Nick felt just a slight flutter in his chest at that, “You’re very welcome… you made a good wolf by the way…” And immediately he wanted to kick himself for saying something so silly.

Hazel first started to giggle, then laugh as she realised Nick’s embarrassment, “It’s okay, that was cute. Anyway… flobberworms…”