Post by Helga Hufflepuff on Jan 26, 2010 13:49:20 GMT -5
HELLO, GOOD MORNING HOW YOU DO,
HELGA SUSANNE HUFFLEPUFF
[/color][/font]HELGA SUSANNE HUFFLEPUFF
WHAT MAKES YOUR RISING SUN SO NEW?
AND I'M LIVING AGAIN, AWAKE AND ALIVE,
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DYING TO BREATH IN THESE ABUNDANT SKIES[/center]
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Helga Susanne Hufflepuff. Her name is ridiculously hard to make into nicknames, so she’s just know as Helga, or Professor Hufflepuff.
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November 12, 1011. Twenty one years old.
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Female.
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Heterosexual.
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Halfblood.
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[/ul]NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FALL LIKE THAT
THIS IS MY APPEARANCE[/color][/font]
NEVER THOUGHT I COULD HURT THIS BAD
Nataliya Pirozhkova.
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Helga’s most distinguishing characteristic is her long red hair, and second to that, her lack of height. Her hair seems to take on a life of its own, and despite the fact that Helga tries day and light to keep it as straight as possible, it is always slightly wavy, ot at worst, a poof of curls. Occasionally, she likes her hair curly, but it’s very high maintenance. In an attempt to tame it, she usually just keeps it in a ponytail.
Other than her hair and her shortness (she‘s 5’1”), Helga is pretty much average. Average green eyes, average skin, average freckles, average everything.
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[/ul]LEARNING TO BREATHE, LEARNING TO CRAWL,
THIS IS MY PERSONALITY[/color][/font]
FINDING YOU ALONE CAN BREAK MY FALL
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The outdoors, gardening,
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Summer, winter, staying indoors, swimming, acting like an adult, reading, charms, potions, the library, marking, stress, obnoxious kids, messes, disorganization, judgemental people, rudeness, bigotry and general asshattery,
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In ascending order, from most important to least important, Helga’s goals are:
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2. It wouldn’t be incorrect to not assume that she may or may not hypothetically speaking want to marry or date someone who may or may not be unusually tall.
3. Conquer her irrational fear of swimming and racoons.
4. Climb the Womping Willow and hopefully not die.
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Organization, hardworking, compassionate and friendly, herbology, can cook something edible out of anything, resourceful
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Naïve, easily stressed out, a pushover, too idealistic, emotional, charms, neurotic, easily angered
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That not-so-unknown crush on Godders; she’s terrified of racoons; no matter how much she tries, she can’t hate Salazar, even though he’s an asshat; she’s surprisingly athletic, despite her fragile appearance; she loves food more than anyone has a right to; and she also collects rocks, as dorky as that sounds.
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The first thing Helga smells is chocolate. Also know as the most delicious invention know to mankind. It quite obvious, because chocolate is what holds the universe together, and is also Helga’s favourite food group. Secondly, it’s
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Helga’s Boggart is herself or her mother being burned at the stake. Since her father’s side was Muggle, she has always been terrified that she or her mother might be targeted for witch hunts. She’s had several nightmares about it, and she had never really gotten over that fear. Thus, whenever Boggarts are around, Helga stays well out of the castle.
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Helga’s Patronus is a badger. Like Helga, while a badger may look soft and harmless, they are actually quite vicious when provoked, as anyone who has made teased either a badger or Helga Hufflepuff can certainly attest to. Badgers are also surprisingly intelligent and crafty, and are among the most fearless animals on earth. Of course, Helga may not look it, but once you start messing with her loved ones, the resemblance becomes quite clear.
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Helga is generally a sweet, naïve girl, and she always sees the best in people, even when she doesn’t want to. As weird as it is, Helga finds it almost impossible to hate someone. As much as she tries, she can never bring herself to dislike someone, because she is a firm believer than even inside the most evil heart, there is a bit of good. This usually sets Helga up for disappointment, but despite it all, she is still stubbornly idealistic.
When she’s not busy being Rowena’s best friend, she’s either marking, eating, exploring or perhaps berating her students for some unknown reason. Point being, Helga Hufflepuff is many things: compassionate, quirky and perhaps a little neurotic. Just don’t touch her desk, lest you ruin the perfectly
She also has the nasty habit of digressing. She’ll start out a sentence cursing Slytherin and end it talking about ducks and their various culinary uses. Helga is easily distracted, and can honestly be harebrained at times. But for the remainder of the time, she can be smart, or at the very least, not stupid.
Unfortunately, Helga is easily worked up and does not do well in stressful situations. Any stress, really, is not good for her, since she turns into a raging psychopath at the slightest hint of tension. Also, sarcasm, nonsensical insults and the occasional pitchfork are likely to be thrown your way if you cross her during the ‘raging psychopath’ part of her day. Enjoy.
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[/ul]I COULD USE A FRESH BEGINNING TOO,
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ALL OF MY REGRETS ARE NOTHING NEW
Mother: Helen Hufflepuff, 45
Father: Siegfried Hufflepuff, 47,
Brothers: Terrowin Hufflepuff, 26, deceased.
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Hufflepuff Manor, and now Hogwarts.
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Helga’s life is rather boring. She spent a lot of her days inside the Manor, pretending to be a Muggle when her father’s business partners came to visit, and when she wasn’t in her room learning magic from her mother, she was outside, helping the Muggle servants with their chores. In her opinion, it was unfair for her father’s family to keep people to work for them, so Helga took it upon herself to help the out whenever she could. Of course, her mother didn’t approve of her using magic to speed along the process, but the servants never noticed that the oxen’s water troughs were always full, and that the grass never seemed to grow past the acceptable length of 4.5 centimetres.
There were several close calls in regards to the regular witch hunts the villagers lead, but every time, the Hufflepuffs managed to avoid detection, although Helga frequently had nightmares in which her family was burned at the stake. However, all was not well, because while out hunting with her older brother one day, he was killed in a tragic accident. Another hunter, mistaking him for a deer, had shot him through the heart, and Helga watched her brother die before her very eyes, a gruesome arrow pierced where his heart would be.
Beyond the death of her brother, Helga’s life was rather uneventful, until she turned 21, and Rowena Ravenclaw turned up on her doorstep and asked for help in the founding of a wizarding school. Helga, of course, accepted, eager to leave her household and start a new life. Rowena and Helga became fast friends, and after enlisting the pocketbooks of Godric and Salazar, they started Hogwarts.
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[/ul]THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I LOVE YOU
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THIS IS THE WAY I SAY I'M YOURS
My alias is Zara, but my real name is really close to retard, if you were wondering. (:
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I have no idea… 3 or 4 years, I’d say.
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Of course Helga wasn’t nervous. Not at all. The charm she was using to do he hair just backfired because… well, obviously, there were squirrels outside distracting her. Of course. So now, instead of the wavy hair she’d wanted, there was a mass of red static where her normally sleek hair was, sticking out every which way. She sighed, and looked in the mirror at the atrocity that was her hair. Rowena’s shouting signalled they were leaving soon, and Helga managed to tame her hair with a comb and yanked it into a messy bun. At least her dress was left unscathed by the ordeal with her hair. Of course, it wasn’t what she’d call comfortable, since Rowena had coerced her into wearing a corset, something Helga was not used to.
However uncomfortable the device was, she had to admit it gave her an even tinier waist than before, and actually gave her a noticeable chest. Perhaps she should wear one more often, she mused as she made her way out to where Rowena was shouting her name. Ro gave her a scathing look, and then the two best friends linked arms, and disapparated to just outside the massive Gryffindor estate. When they got to the front door, they were escorted into a cozy sitting room, since this Gryffindor person they were supposed to be visiting was not in at the moment. She and Rowena were seated on a couch, and as they waited, Ro turned various pillows into cats, then quickly transfigured them back when she realized there was a dog in the room.
Helga picked idly at the corset under her dress, trying to shift herself into a position where the whalebone torture device wouldn’t dig into her spine and ribs. She was acutely aware that Rowena was glaring at her from the corner of her eye, and Helga settled into the couch, trying not to move. The anxiety returned full force as she heard a door open. Thankfully, it was just some servants moving about, not their host, whom Helga has never met. Rowena supposedly knew him, though, and they were here on account of the fact that they needed someone to fund their school endeavour. Well, Rowena’s school, at any rate; it had been her idea, and Helga was.. emotional support, as it were.
Only their entire future depended on this meeting being a success. No reason to be nervous. Not at all.
However uncomfortable the device was, she had to admit it gave her an even tinier waist than before, and actually gave her a noticeable chest. Perhaps she should wear one more often, she mused as she made her way out to where Rowena was shouting her name. Ro gave her a scathing look, and then the two best friends linked arms, and disapparated to just outside the massive Gryffindor estate. When they got to the front door, they were escorted into a cozy sitting room, since this Gryffindor person they were supposed to be visiting was not in at the moment. She and Rowena were seated on a couch, and as they waited, Ro turned various pillows into cats, then quickly transfigured them back when she realized there was a dog in the room.
Helga picked idly at the corset under her dress, trying to shift herself into a position where the whalebone torture device wouldn’t dig into her spine and ribs. She was acutely aware that Rowena was glaring at her from the corner of her eye, and Helga settled into the couch, trying not to move. The anxiety returned full force as she heard a door open. Thankfully, it was just some servants moving about, not their host, whom Helga has never met. Rowena supposedly knew him, though, and they were here on account of the fact that they needed someone to fund their school endeavour. Well, Rowena’s school, at any rate; it had been her idea, and Helga was.. emotional support, as it were.
Only their entire future depended on this meeting being a success. No reason to be nervous. Not at all.
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