Post by hestia on Aug 28, 2012 16:23:26 GMT -5
HESTIA MARIE JONES
Hestia was born into a rather distraught family situation. Her mother was a witch and her father was a muggle. This meant instant problems for her growing up because her father was unaware of her mother’s abilities. It didn’t take long to surface while she was trying to care for a new child though because sometimes magic is just easier than the muggle way. The second that he found out though, he kicked Marie and young Hestia from the house, saying that he would have nothing to do with such witchcraft and devilry. Of course, this broke poor Marie’s heart but she would do anything to protect her new child so she left without a fight. Because of this though, Hestia grew up at her grandparents in London instead of in the countryside like her mother had intended for her.
Life at her grandparents was always full of wonder though because they could use magic whenever they please. Hestia was constantly surrounded by it and never had any doubt that she would be just like them. Upon turning five, she was given her first hovering broom. Sadly though the only place that she could ride it was in the attic, which meant not a lot of space and never much speed, which always broke her young heart because she wanted to be able to show how proud she was of her flying skills even if they were just starting to develop. When her tenth birthday rolled around, her mother finally set her down and explained what being a halfblood meant and the risk that it could cause in her not actually being magical. In her sudden fear and outrage at such a worry though, she managed to explode the tea set that was between them and splatter the entire kitchen in tea. Some of the stains are still visible in the old kitchen, but it expelled any fear she had had of not being magical like the father that had betrayed them.
Hestia received her letter to Hogwarts at eleven and could not have been more excited to attend the school. There was nothing more thrilling than getting the chance to prove herself and learn more about the magic that flowed through her veins. It also presented her with the chance to fly in earnest, which was the thing that she was most excited about. She was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff, something that she still has trouble explaining to people from time to time but she loves her house and the people within it more than they could ever know. People quickly learned of her fiery temper though in her second year. Anger issues don’t quite cover it completely. In her second year a boy ran into her in the hallway and both of their bags were spilled. She tried to amend the problem at first but it quickly escalated into a yelling match and then a hexing match. It was her first run in with detention because her and the male managed to land several people in the hospital wing, as well as themselves, and then had to serve detention together for so many weeks she can’t even remember the actual amount.
Since that year, she’s attempted to steer clear of detention though because of her temper she’ll find herself there sometimes. Despite that she’s managed to find her home among the Hufflepuffs and is honestly a bit sad to be in her last year, for fear of having to leave the walls of the castle for good.
Hestia is an incredibly loving person and always tries to find the best in everyone that she meets. She’s always the first to take someone under her wing and help in any way that she can. However, it’s been known to get her in trouble from time to time because she takes protecting others to a whole other level. She decided several years ago that the reason she was put into Hufflepuff was so she could protect those that were in her house that didn’t have the courage to do so. Hestia is also incredibly friendly and will go out of her way to befriend someone, especially if they don’t seem interested in being friends. She can never quite understand why anyone wouldn’t want to be friends with her so she can be a bit persistent. Hestia also has a bit of a temper and doesn’t take well to being picked on, which is where her strong will comes from. Since her father kicked them out, she has learned that sometimes it’s better to stand up for what you want. And that backing down is not the answer. Hestia is obsessed with quidditch and holds the sport incredibly close to her heart because flying is about the only time that she feels honestly free. Its where she escapes to when something isn’t going quite right in her life, which seems to more often than not these days. And it’s the place where she gets the most thinking done because her head finally quiets down and she can think past the constant babel to work out the important issues.
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It was a decent day outside. Not that the weather here was ever all that bad, except in the Winter. The rain wasn’t so pretty here as it was in her hometown, but it was still tolerable. She would rather be here in the rain than anywhere else at the moment though. Luckily for her though, it was gorgeous day with blue skies and few clouds. And the sun seemed to be in a wonderful mood because the weather was also incredibly warm, which suited her just fine. It meant that she could wear whatever she wanted outside and still be comfortable in it. Winter chewed at her bottom lip as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She nodded to herself as if approving the outfit before she slipped her feet into a pair of sandals and fixed the buckle. Yeah, it was going to be a good day.
The walk to the courtyard was never a long one, at least not on gorgeous days. Winter enjoyed being outside so walking around the grounds aimlessly had always been one of her favorite things since she had moved here. Turned out though that it hadn’t taken her long to claim the courtyard as her absolute favorite spot here at Hogwarts. There was just something so quirky about this little slice of nature right next to the looming castle. Perhaps it was that odd mixture in herself that attached to the odd mixture of nature and castle. Whatever it was, the place had very quickly grown on her. And she had quickly established one particular bench as her favorite sitting spot. Perhaps she was too obsessed with claiming things as her own but it made her feel comfortable in the area.
Winter settled herself onto her bench and set her camera on her legs. She couldn’t help the smile that had suddenly grown on her features. Even on her day off from classes she was still doing something that most people wouldn’t consider appealing. Winter was at least aware that she led a rather dull life. But she was also aware that tonight she was going to attempt to mingle with people. She hoped that there would be people in the common room so she wouldn’t have to spend another night alone working on prints. Not that she minded her prints because they were her one true love. But there was no social quality there and she felt like she was missing out on it sometimes.
Winter lifted the camera to her face and started to snap pictures of the budding flowers. It was always wonderful to be able to catch something on film like this. But she also had the habit of snapping pictures of people who weren’t quite paying attention to her. They were usually the best prints she had in the long run. Suddenly though her view was blocked by a rather rude person who had deemed it necessary to stand right in her path of sight to the flowers. Who just stopped right in front of someone like that!? It was like they were completely oblivious. “Excuse me. Could you please move…” Despite the rather polite way of asking, her tone was not polite. It was actually rather pissed sounding, which was rare for Winter when she was in the courtyard but this person was being a complete ass by being in the way. At least that was the way she saw it.
The walk to the courtyard was never a long one, at least not on gorgeous days. Winter enjoyed being outside so walking around the grounds aimlessly had always been one of her favorite things since she had moved here. Turned out though that it hadn’t taken her long to claim the courtyard as her absolute favorite spot here at Hogwarts. There was just something so quirky about this little slice of nature right next to the looming castle. Perhaps it was that odd mixture in herself that attached to the odd mixture of nature and castle. Whatever it was, the place had very quickly grown on her. And she had quickly established one particular bench as her favorite sitting spot. Perhaps she was too obsessed with claiming things as her own but it made her feel comfortable in the area.
Winter settled herself onto her bench and set her camera on her legs. She couldn’t help the smile that had suddenly grown on her features. Even on her day off from classes she was still doing something that most people wouldn’t consider appealing. Winter was at least aware that she led a rather dull life. But she was also aware that tonight she was going to attempt to mingle with people. She hoped that there would be people in the common room so she wouldn’t have to spend another night alone working on prints. Not that she minded her prints because they were her one true love. But there was no social quality there and she felt like she was missing out on it sometimes.
Winter lifted the camera to her face and started to snap pictures of the budding flowers. It was always wonderful to be able to catch something on film like this. But she also had the habit of snapping pictures of people who weren’t quite paying attention to her. They were usually the best prints she had in the long run. Suddenly though her view was blocked by a rather rude person who had deemed it necessary to stand right in her path of sight to the flowers. Who just stopped right in front of someone like that!? It was like they were completely oblivious. “Excuse me. Could you please move…” Despite the rather polite way of asking, her tone was not polite. It was actually rather pissed sounding, which was rare for Winter when she was in the courtyard but this person was being a complete ass by being in the way. At least that was the way she saw it.
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