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Post by Helga Hufflepuff on Jul 1, 2009 20:38:06 GMT -6
The Huffepuff common room was quiet , like always, apart from the sound of a hairbrush gently guiding through the long strands of Jessica Dumstroll's brown locks. The hair busher was none other than the Hufflepuff house founder, Helga. The two girls were cuddled up against the back of one of the common room couches by the fireplace that was nothing more than warm ashes, now.
The two girls were very closely bonded by the actions of Salazar during the sorting ceremony. He had simply, cast Jessica aside for the pure reason that she was a half-blood. And while Helga had a very long patience, Jessica's attitude sometimes pushed her to her limits. But Helga was far to kind towards all blooded witches and wizards to let the girl be sorted into any other house than her own. She took the responsibility upon herself to take Jessica in as a part of the Hufflepuff family.
And while Helga could hardly stand wasting time during the day, she would kindly listen to any problems the girl had to offer during his time of hair brushing. There was some sort of fascination that Helga had with brushing hair. It didn't matter on the length, thickness, or color. Any type sufficed her desire to brush through it. Her own hair would be wonderful to brush if she didn't already brush it six times in a day.
So there the two were, sitting there upon he couch once more, discussing the problems Jessica had, as well as simple things like the weather. |
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Post by Jessica Durmstroll on Jul 2, 2009 0:12:22 GMT -6
Jessica sat on the soft, old sofa staring at the fire that had long since burned out. Her hands were clenched into fists as a product of their therapy session, or as Helga liked to put it, their "hair brushing session of wisdom". For some reason, Helga had a very strange obsession with Jessica's hair. Well, not just Jessica's hair. Hair in general. She loved to brush through it, like it was a hobby or something. A normal hobby. Maybe it was just a magical people thing... or maybe it was just a Helga thing.
"Seriously, it's like he has nothing better to be looking at. It's not the first time either, or I wouldn't be complaining. I've caught him looking at me several times before." Jessica was referring to the fourth year Ravenclaw boy named Daniel Blevins. "I'm sitting there thinking, 'Why, no, they're not real, but thanks for noticing.'" She paused to snicker at her own joke, but it only turned into a sigh.
"I'm sorry I'm piling all of this on you, Helga." Jessica suddenly said. "It's just well... ever since they kicked Mary out, I haven't really had anyone to talk to..." Mary Shadings, Jessica's best friend since their first year, had been expelled from Hogwarts only a few months before, and Jessica still hadn't really recovered. The two had taken a midnight trip into the enchanted forest because Jessica was feeling particularly anxious and rebellious that night, and Mary, being the loyal friend that she was, tagged along.
The trip turned out to be not such a good idea, for the two girls had scarcely stepped foot within the forest when they were attacked by a werewolf, for it has just happened to be the night of the full moon. The girls made it back to Hogwarts in one piece, but Mary was bitten and was tossed out of the school for being a danger to the students.
Sighing at the memory, Jessica pulled her legs onto the couch and hugged them against her chest, her face nestled in between her knees, her eyes locked on the dim fireplace.
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Post by Helga Hufflepuff on Jul 2, 2009 0:34:38 GMT -6
"It's no problem at all dear. here is nothing wrong with relieving stress. I understand that Mary's eviction was hard on you. But you mustn't dwell to far into the past or you'll forget about your future." Helga said, giving Jessica's shoulders a quick squeeze to assure her being there, both mentally and physically. "And why don't you approach this boy? If he's obviously got a thing for you. And if he's making you uncomfortable it'd be better to just let him down gently now than break his heart during a proposal." Sometimes Helga didn't really know what she was saying to the poor, young girl. Her advice probably wasn't much of a help, especially in the romance section. As she, now of age twenty-six, had never fallen in love, or had a man fall head over heels. She was just, merely average.
What, with her medium length blonde hair and dull eyes, she doesn't really stick out much. Especially the way she dressed. It was normally an attire made up of a plain black skirt along with a white tuxedo blouse and a black tie. Not to mention her knack of going around bare foot in the castle. Who knew what kind of parasite she could pick up around the halls. But when she did wear shoes, they were generally just black flats or an occasional pair of heels.
But her cloths were never really judged out loud. So Helga never really cared. If they didn't have the respect of her and decided to judge her upon her physical appearance, then they could go ahead. She just wouldn't respect them upon the same level has herself. They would be below her line of respect and she probably would try to keep her conversations with them at a minimum.
"But you should defiantly talk to him. As he obviously isn't the sharpest knife in the stack of Rowana's group now is he?" |
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Post by Jessica Durmstroll on Jul 2, 2009 2:09:08 GMT -6
Jessica said nothing as she thought about what Helga said. She was right, of course. Jessica really did need to move on with her life, and reminiscing about her lost friend wasn't going to help. She had tried to write to Mary many times, but the letter was always sent back unopened. To be completely honest, it hurt. Sure, Jessica knew it was all her fault that Mary had been changed, but she really did care for her friend and would never do anything to intentionally hurt her. Honestly, if she had the chance, she would have switched places with Mary in a heartbeat.
The only clear route that Jessica saw was getting a new friend, someone who could take Mary's place. Someone who would laugh with her, someone who would tag along in all of her crazy antics, someone who would sit on the couch in front of the fire and listen to her complain about nothing! Helga sufficed for now, but Jessica knew it was about time for her to move along and get back in the game. Perhaps approaching that Ravenclaw boy wouldn't be such a bad idea.
"Hmmm... maybe he's just shy." Jessica replied to Helga's last comment, a pensive spark in her voice. Normally, Jessica would have just agreed with Helga, but tonight she was in a very serene, thoughtful mood. She didn't know the boy after all. Who was she to say whether he was the sharpest knife or not?
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Post by Helga Hufflepuff on Jul 2, 2009 7:12:34 GMT -6
"Well maybe. But seeing as you try to avoid him he obviously doesn't understand you probably aren't interested. He could be like, one of those guys that fall in love with you and never leave you alone." Helga suggested, pulling through Jessica's hair once more before twirling the brush around while she spoke. "If I fell in love with someone and they ignored me I wouldn't want to think about it, you know? It'd hurt to much."
Helga gently set the hairbrush down, and went to stringing her long fingers through the soft silky hair. Maybe she would braid it? Or maybe Jessica would let her make it into a pretty bun on the top of her head.
The ashed lump that used to be a log broke quickly, sending hot sparks up into the hair. It reminded her of time when she was being taught magic by her parents. They would sit by the fire in the night, practicing all types of magical charms and hexes. As it was too dangerous to work in the morning, because her parents would be out working, and would have had to leave Helga in the house unprotected. That was a quality she wanted Hogwarts to have. Be a safe natural environment where young children can learn their magicks without having to worry about endangering the knowledge of the magical world.
"Hey Jessica, had Salazar not refused to watch over you, do you think you'd be as cruel as some of his students? I should hope not, of course, but I do find myself interested in your case." |
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Post by Jessica Durmstroll on Jul 2, 2009 7:39:40 GMT -6
Jessica mulled over Helga's words about the Ravenclaw boy for a moment. It wasn't like she hadn't broken the hearts of many boys over the years, but perhaps she could give this one a chance. Who knew? Maybe he could spike her interest, and if not romantically, than possibly as a friend. After all, had she not just been thinking of finding a new friend? Perhaps this Ravenclaw boy, Daniel, would be a good place to start.
Her thoughts about the Ravenclaw were interrupted by Helga firing off another question, this time about how she would be as a Slytherin. Jessica was silent for a moment, considering long and hard while Helga's long, bony fingers wound their way through her Maple leaf red locks, for she had taken the time to change the color with a bit of transfiguration that morning.
"Yes." she replied truthfully after a few minutes of pondering. "Yes, I believe I would." Jessica hadn't really ever thought about it, but she was sure that if she had become a Slytherin on that night, that she would be just as arrogant and narrow-minded as the rest of them, if merely by influence alone. Immersed in the idea now, she set out a whole scenario in her mind.
If she had become a Slytherin, then Salazar would have been her role model. He was the kind of strong, yet mysterious guy that would demand her total respect. And, of course, she would do all she could to fit in with and impress her new peers, and she imagined that it would take something very nasty to impress that lot.
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Post by Helga Hufflepuff on Jul 5, 2009 12:31:57 GMT -6
Helga tried not to let her disappointment show upon her face. But naturally her face formed a small frown, and her eyes drowned in sadness. She would have hoped that Jessica had more personality than to have had the possibility of becoming a Slytherin clone. But Helga quickly took the thought back. And while the youngsters aggravated her, it was not proper to stoop down to their level of name calling. Even if it was the truth.
"Are you happy you aren't like that? Or are you upset that Salazar treated you as such?" she asked, patting the young girl on the head, telling her that the hair brushing part of the session was over. Now was more of the wisdom part.
And while Helga felt bad about bringing the sorting night's events up over and over, she couldn't yet understand the emotions that flowed within the girl. Even if it hadn't been that long since Helga was Jessica's age. She also didn't have to be rejected by a respectable teacher in front of the whole school. The only rejection Helga would have gotten was from the muggle children that laughed at her for drawing mythological creatures that she knew existed.
((Sorry it's short D;))
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Post by Jessica Durmstroll on Jul 6, 2009 23:40:53 GMT -6
Jessica looked up just in time to witness the very sorrowful look in Helga's eyes. Her heart ached simply looking into them, eyes like a little lost puppy dog. It was unfair that Helga had such an influence over her, and it wasn't right for such a cheery person to look so downcast. Unable to stand such a dismal gaze, Jessica quickly glanced away, turning her attention to the question asked, her eyes once again studying the almost dead embers in the stone fireplace.
"Well, of course I'm upset that Sala- er... Professor Slytherin was such a... was so cruel." she began angrily, trying very hard not to say something inappropriate in front of Helga. "But, y'know, it was probably better in the long run. I mean..." She paused, trying to think of how to word what she was thinking. Jessica hated the Slytherins, of course, but was it just because of an old grudge? She considered.
Ever since she had been publicly rejected by Salazar and adopted by Helga, Jessica had been filth to the Slytherins. Honestly, she couldn't go from one class to another without having to deal with some sort of insult or harassment. And for what? Simply because her mother was a muggle. That was it. It still made her angry just to think of it, her clenched jaw and tight fists testimony to that.
"Slytherin would have made me strong." she began calmly. "I would have been respected, feared. But Hufflepuff's made me strong in a different way. I may not be respected or looked up to... more the opposite than anything... but I'm happy." Would she have been happy in Slytherin? That was the real question. No, she decided. No, I wouldn't have been happy.
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Post by Helga Hufflepuff on Jul 13, 2009 18:13:51 GMT -6
"Well, that is always good to hear. I'm glad that I've been able to satisfy you with my house." Helga said, her down turned mouth twisting into a smile. She gave Jessica a gentle hug, not even thinking of asking the poor girl if she wanted to be touched. That was one of Helga's faults, she had an uncontrollable urge to hug something while she was happy. You would think she would have learned to fix his habit after taking Salazar into her arms once. A nasty turnout it was.
Students didn't necessarily mind, if they were in good terms with Helga of course. Slytherin kids hardly ever were happy t be hugged. Which surprised Helga as most of the students would think they would try to make a mad dash out of Slytherin's whipping range.
"Nasty thought Helga. You can't expect children to see you as a good example while making terrible assumptions of the other founders as you do." she thought to herself. Her smile went flat, and she felt as if a dementor had sucken her happiness away. Helga wasn't a sweet little girl much anymore. The demands of being a leader and role-model for children was hard enough on her fragile soul. Much less a whole school worth of children.
((Sorry it's small dear D; I'm feeling a bit under the weather today))
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