Hugo the freckly, nervous, youngest boy in the Weasley-Potter tribe was the sweetest boy ever. Hufflepuff, to Teddyâs complete elation. And extremely passionate.
He is by far the best at chess. Actually, the BEST. He can beat you in three moves. Not that he will, unless youâre Rose, because heâll give you a chance to win if it means you feel better about yourself.
Until his third year, he felt completely talentless. Surrounded by his family who are all so impressive. He had nothing special about him, he was afraid of the dark and still shakes at the sound of loud noises.Â
Until his third year in Care of Magical Creature Class.
He fell in love, in love with the animals. Because of their zero expectations, besides being fed, they didnât mind if he was awkward, shy, or scared of stupid things. And that became his thing, his absolute passion.Â
He spends as much time with Hagrid as possible. Talking about all kinds of things, but mostly magical creatures. Heâs even become so accustomed to rock cakes that when Hagrid send a packet to him during the holidays heâll eat them.
He suffers from anger management problems, though he tries to never take it out on people. It was so much harder when he was younger, but now he manages to keep it under wraps. Except during exam season last year, he was under such extreme pressure that he just snapped. Punched the walls till his knuckles were bloody. But itâs ok. It has to be.