Post by Felicity Hjort on Mar 10, 2007 20:13:48 GMT -5
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[Full Character Name:] Felicity Edith Hjort
[Character Gender:] Female
[Country of Citizenship:] UK
[Birthday:] April 11, 1992 (17)
[Height:] 5'8"
[Weight:] 137lbs
[Hair:] Blonde
[Eyes:] Honey Graham Cracker/ Light Brown
[House/Year:] Gryffindor/ 7th
[Quidditch Position:] Chaser
[Wand]: Maple, Phoenix Tail Feather, 11 5/8"
[Wand Hand]: Right
[Pets:] Squirrel- Sammy
Elf Owl- Dustan
[Physical Character Description:]
Felicity is what people would call a beauty; the type of baby strangers would stop to stare at as her mother pushed her in a stroller, the child who everyone would warn to never let out of a parents sight, and the young adult parents fear will get out of control and marry their 'first true love' after just a few weeks with the person. However her potential is hidden under her poverty and her acute willingness to fight any beauty product brought near her. Never in a dress, skirt, or skort; never seen in anything that resembles heels; yet to wear lace or frill since the age of six when she was made to; she only wears robes (which she has fought against due to their resemblance of a dress) because her motherforced talked her into it by telling her it's what all magic folk wear.
Her skin is a fair shade of eggshell white, with a scattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose; and make-up has yet to touch her face. Felicity has rosy cheeks when she is in a cheerful mood, which is often, but when she isn't happy she has an almost deathly-pale appearance. Her nose is what is referred to as a button nose, small and discrete. Rose petal pink is a color that would well-describe her full lips. High cheekbones allow the representation of 'good-breeding' to form in the minds of others. Her forehead is neither large nor prominent, but it isn't small either. Her arms and legs match the length they should with her frame of 5'6”. The nails on her fingers are usually well trimmed, but only so she doesn't break them terribly when she's playing or working hard.
Thick, soft blond locks hang far past her shoulders, as straight as anything, giving Felicity an ethereal glow. Her hair can be considered a vibrant, pale yellow, though it has golden-colored highlights that seep well into her roots. Felicity tends to pull her hair back from her face; whether in a ponytail, a bun, a braid, or any other arrangement, she likes to keep it out of her way. The eyelashes that grace her fair face match the color of strands of hair that adorn her head.
Brown eyes. A light brown that has no other color-enhancing description. They are warm and friendly, wistful and insightful. They're the kind of eyes that people either like or they hate. Felicity's humor and quick wits are easily portrayed through her bright eyes.
Her clothing isn't of the highest quality. Second-hand, sometimes third-hand, robes, shirts, sweaters, whatever is on sale at the thrift shoppe. To have very good clothing, a person needs money, something the Hjort family doesn't have. However, Felicity makes do with the choices she has, and makes the best of it. Sometimes it's harder for her to find clothing that fits properly (her slight hour-glass shape doesn't allow for all clothing to fit correctly), resulting in shortened sleeves, a resemblance of high-waters (often she rolls the cuffs to make makeshift capris), overly-large sweaters, etc. or her clothes are patched or worn-out; but she makes light of the situation.
[Personality Character Description:]
There are many ways to describe Felicity. She is very open-minded to everything; ideas and people alike. She's creative, and sometimes unusual, the type of person who will always remain young at heart. Rather than sitting by the Great Lake chatting it up with her year mates, she'd prefer to be found playing a game of tag or throwing/ kicking a ball around the grounds, or creating a large-scale, muggle-made, award winning, third grade science project volcano in the middle of the courtyard. She can whip anything up out of nothing, whether or not she has the normal materials needed. Her creative side doesn't end at building though as she likes to sing and whistle merry tunes on key, also.
A social butterfly, Felicity loves to chat. She's not a gossip, but she can always be found talking to someone, something, or herself. An outgoing girl, knowing what's going on around her is like a part of her job description. A motormouth at times, it's as though she doesn't know how to shut up, even in her sleep. Sometimes it's as though she never learned the meaning of the words quiet and shy. Always willing to chitchat with anyone, she's rarely in a negative mood which leads to her optimistic side. Need to think of something happy? Call on Felicity and she'll find a way to make you laugh or smile, at her expense. Even for those she doesn't care for she'll make a joke at the shabbiness of her style. It helps some that she can be so clumsy, tripping over her untied shoelaces or a mere blade of grass on the walkway, but she's used to the falls, bruises, and scraped skin.
Schooling comes natural to Felicity, but she only applies herself to the subjects she thinks are necessary, like Herbology and Potions. Hands-on work is what she likes the best, things that allow her to experience them rather than listen to a lecture about it. Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts are classes she struggles with, not because of the material presented but rather because they require the use of a wand. Felicity and her wand seem to disagree about what is right and what is wrong, the proper usage, etc. A clever, bright child, she likes to ignore the ability and spend her time doodling or prodding other students in the class; except of course on days when the learning involves more than listening.
Felicity is curious about the worlds around her. She was born a half-blood and was given the chance to see both worlds. The wizarding world excites her, keeps her interested with everything that is so oblivious to millions of people. The muggle world keeps her motivated to find ways to make things easier for those without the ability to create or mend with magic. Her parents thought it best to teach her everything they could about both of their worlds, resulting in her avid interest in tweaking muggle-made products with magic (when her wand cooperates)to see what would happen.
To the friends she has, she's as loyal as a dog as the saying goes. She wouldn't turn her back on anyone, nor would she tolerate it happening to her. Outspoken enough to tell a person what's bothering her, she refuses to hold back when it comes to what's on her mind. Anger rarely graces her emotions, but it does appear now and then, and sometimes at the worst of times. Frustration when things don't go accordingly works at her and she can become careless with a project. The longer it takes to make something work, the less quality that is visible, as one can tell she's rather impatient.
[History:]
Jacob Poul Hjort was the second born son to a rather wealthy, loving Danish family. Ib, as he was affectionately called by his parents, was a bright boy; he never ceased to amaze with his ingenious mind. His brother Geoffrey was not of the keenest mind, but he was creative. Both sons partook in the family owned and run business at an early age, each contributing their ideas. Their parents were thrilled both of their sons had shown such an interest in the business, and knew that the business would run smoothly in their old age. However, as time flew by, and their parents grew older the time came to decide which of the Hjort sons would inherit the family business. As was customary in the family, only one son would inherit the business, the other would be left to find another calling. Both parents decided it was only right for their first-born to gain the business, and the night before they were to hand the business over, tragedy struck. Their mother, passed away peacefully in her sleep. Weeks passed, and again the question of who would inherit the business became a pressing matter, the boys father decided at last minute to pass the business over to the youngest, as his wife had often fretted over what he would do if he did not gain the business for his own, but knew Geoffrey would be fine on his own. Geoffrey was enthusiastic with the decision, as it was his dream to pursue another road. A few years later, when Ib was twenty-two, he discovered a way to improve the business, and his father agreed to the change. Everything went well until tragedy again struck, a young woman with whom Geoffrey had been smitten fell victim to an accident in the business, due to the improvement Ib had made. Not able to forgive himself, he left Denmark under the cover of night and turned up in London a few weeks later. Shabby as ever, hungry, tired, and cold, he found refuge with a fourth cousin who allowed him to stay without word to Ib's family. Within the year, Ib had employment, his own apartment, and eyes for a lady who shopped in the market every Monday afternoon.
Meadow Rose Lockwood was born to a very plain, boring family with two parents and a total of ten siblings in October of 1947. She attended muggle school where she learned much to her advantage, but nothing that would prepare her for the day when she turned eleven (1958). That day was a day that scarred her for life. Walking home from school, she accompanied an elder sister and younger brother, when an enormous bird swooped in on the three of them. The bird, an owl to be exact, tried to drop a rolled parchment at her feet, but was too close, and instead scratched the young girl down her cheek with his talons, a scar that would always remain. The three children ran the rest of the way home, quickly as they could, only to discover the owl followed them. After making it home, they barred themselves inside and called to their mother who was baking in the kitchen. She answered, and when the three children joined her and told her of the adventure, she wasn't at all surprised. She knew Meadow had been special all of her life, as was the rest of her family, but she more so. Meadow Rose's mum knew of the world that would soon become one she was thrust into. Her mum was a squib who had married a muggle man to bar herself from the humiliation that was thrust upon her for having no magical qualities. Meadow Rose soon learned that the strange things that happened to her were not coincidental. She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only to be removed during the November of 1965, her last year due to circumstances that had arisen back home. Her father and mother had both fallen ill, and her eldest sister refused to take care of their parents. For a year (November 1966) she helped nurse her parents, both of whom recovered, but were dreadfully poor due to having no income that year. Meadow Rose agreed to take her two youngest siblings with her and make a home raising both. This she did, both Abagail Rosalyn (four at the time) and Dennis Michael (two at the time) were her treasures for the next five years (1971). At twenty-four years old, she hadn't had much of a life to gain experience from, and hadn't had the time to fall in love while raising her brother and sister. Every Monday afternoon, though, she shopped for the week, always making sure to make an appearance at a certain little market, even if she didn't really need anything from it.
This market was where the love story began. Ib, after a few months of pining for the blond beauty, found enough courage to ask her on a dinner date, but she merely laughed in his face and left him discouraged. This was when the little red-headed Meadow Rose piped in. She managed to become good friends with the man who sold her his wares, and a year later (1972) Ib realized he had fallen in love with Meadow Rose. Ib courted the lovely lady for another year (1973) before he confessed his love for her, and he knew almost everything about her their was to know; he knew about her attending a boarding school, not finishing because of ill parents, and then raising her youngest siblings (Abagail Rosalyn was eleven and Dennis Michael nine by this time). Meadow Rose knew all about Ib, the family business and the death of his brother's fiancée, and his move to London. He finally proposed, and the wedding a year later (January 1974) was a small, wondrous occasion. Abagail Rosalyn and Dennis Michael were thrilled at the prospect of having Ib around more often, he was much like an elder brother and they adored him. Over the next eight years, the two had five children, none with the extraordinary talents Meadow Rose was born with, and she never felt the need to tell Ib of her magical abilities. By the age of thirty-three, Meadow Rose had all the children she could deal with: Raquel Elizabeth (born 1974), David James (born 1975), Jared Gaines (born 1976), Meridith Daisy (born 1979), and Fawn Nichole (born 1980), not to mention Abagail who was being prepared for her own wedding and Dennis who was due to finish school.
The years passed, and Ib and Meadow Rose remained as happy as ever, if not as poor as ever as well. Having five children's mouths to feed and not top-of-the-notch jobs made things harder, but never unpleasant. Ib refused to use his innovative mind to help his family find riches, and Meadow Rose never asked or pushed him to. Ten years later, when both were forty-three years old, a surprise was blown their way, they were again due for another child. Although they were worried about Meadow Rose's age, they were nevertheless excited about the news. Nine months later on April 11, Felicity Edith was born, and Meadow Rose knew she was different from all of her other children. Both Raquel (17) and David (16) were out of the home by this time. When Felicity was five, she was put into a muggle school system, and Ib (50) confronted Meadow Rose (49) about the strangeness of their daughter in which she confessed about being a witch. He was slightly disappointed she had kept the secret from him for so long, but he didn't love her any less. Over the years Felicity amused him, she was so much like her mother and himself, an agreeable mixture if he was to say so himself. Ib taught his youngest daughter everything he could about the world she lived in, and her mother educated her in the world she was destined for.
Her young childhood was speckled with strange mishaps, things that seemed to turn out in her favor. Felicity often could be found playing in the dirt with the boys, digging for worms to fish with rather than playing dress up with the neighborhood girls. Muggle classes were easy enough for her, and with her father's help, science was a breeze. The small garden her mum kept was used to teach her botanical lessons, with a few hidden plants that weren't from the world Felicity grew up in. She was kind of spoiled when she was young, but only because there were fewer people living in the home, and as time went on money was tightened. But although money wasn't abundant, she was happy. She didn't mind living in a slightly shabby home, wearing frayed clothing, or having second-hand toys.
When Felicity turned nine, Abagail Rosalyn's husband fell severely ill, and didn't recover, to the point where Abagail (40) and her three children moved in with the Hjort family. Aaron (16), Jacob (named after her brother in-law) (12), and Cherry (7) were the light in Felicity's eyes. She adored the children as her own siblings since they were closer in age to her than her own. A year later Raquel (28) returned home with her husband Harold (32) and their two children: Winthrop (4) and Winston (3). And early the next year Felicity's brother David (27) and his wife Ruth (26) were in a car accident, in which neither survived, leaving their four children to be taken care of by his parents. Jeremy (7) , Matthew (6), Lisa (3) , and Fredrick (9 months) quickly adjusted to their new life with their aunts, cousins, and grandparents.
At the age of eleven, Felicity received her letter of acceptance from Hogwarts like her mum had planned, but the letter had been placed in a safe, as her father was frightened about what would happen to his daughter so far from home. Meadow Rose also insisted rather than attending school, Felicity was to be kept at home and taught as much as possible from her mum and her well-hidden, old books; as well as help to take care of the home and family of fifteen living there. At the age of fourteen, Felicity had surpassed her mum's ability to educate her, and her father finally agreed to allow his youngest daughter to attend Hogwarts, by this time the entire family knew of her abilities and none of them felt the need to reject her or her mum.
[Special talents/knacks:]
Felicity likes to get her hands dirty; she's a hands-on learner, meaning practical exams suit her better than written exams. Herbology and Potions are her best subjects as she finds them interesting and feels she can be creative with both. History isn't her best subject as she finds it dreadfully boring, and wand work doesn't suit her very well because she feels it needs to be so precise. Sports hold her interests far more than gossip, and she has a bit of a competitive nature. She can also be disorganized and rather insincere at times.
[Full Character Name:] Felicity Edith Hjort
[Character Gender:] Female
[Country of Citizenship:] UK
[Birthday:] April 11, 1992 (17)
[Height:] 5'8"
[Weight:] 137lbs
[Hair:] Blonde
[Eyes:] Honey Graham Cracker/ Light Brown
[House/Year:] Gryffindor/ 7th
[Quidditch Position:] Chaser
[Wand]: Maple, Phoenix Tail Feather, 11 5/8"
[Wand Hand]: Right
[Pets:] Squirrel- Sammy
Elf Owl- Dustan
[Physical Character Description:]
Felicity is what people would call a beauty; the type of baby strangers would stop to stare at as her mother pushed her in a stroller, the child who everyone would warn to never let out of a parents sight, and the young adult parents fear will get out of control and marry their 'first true love' after just a few weeks with the person. However her potential is hidden under her poverty and her acute willingness to fight any beauty product brought near her. Never in a dress, skirt, or skort; never seen in anything that resembles heels; yet to wear lace or frill since the age of six when she was made to; she only wears robes (which she has fought against due to their resemblance of a dress) because her mother
Her skin is a fair shade of eggshell white, with a scattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose; and make-up has yet to touch her face. Felicity has rosy cheeks when she is in a cheerful mood, which is often, but when she isn't happy she has an almost deathly-pale appearance. Her nose is what is referred to as a button nose, small and discrete. Rose petal pink is a color that would well-describe her full lips. High cheekbones allow the representation of 'good-breeding' to form in the minds of others. Her forehead is neither large nor prominent, but it isn't small either. Her arms and legs match the length they should with her frame of 5'6”. The nails on her fingers are usually well trimmed, but only so she doesn't break them terribly when she's playing or working hard.
Thick, soft blond locks hang far past her shoulders, as straight as anything, giving Felicity an ethereal glow. Her hair can be considered a vibrant, pale yellow, though it has golden-colored highlights that seep well into her roots. Felicity tends to pull her hair back from her face; whether in a ponytail, a bun, a braid, or any other arrangement, she likes to keep it out of her way. The eyelashes that grace her fair face match the color of strands of hair that adorn her head.
Brown eyes. A light brown that has no other color-enhancing description. They are warm and friendly, wistful and insightful. They're the kind of eyes that people either like or they hate. Felicity's humor and quick wits are easily portrayed through her bright eyes.
Her clothing isn't of the highest quality. Second-hand, sometimes third-hand, robes, shirts, sweaters, whatever is on sale at the thrift shoppe. To have very good clothing, a person needs money, something the Hjort family doesn't have. However, Felicity makes do with the choices she has, and makes the best of it. Sometimes it's harder for her to find clothing that fits properly (her slight hour-glass shape doesn't allow for all clothing to fit correctly), resulting in shortened sleeves, a resemblance of high-waters (often she rolls the cuffs to make makeshift capris), overly-large sweaters, etc. or her clothes are patched or worn-out; but she makes light of the situation.
[Personality Character Description:]
There are many ways to describe Felicity. She is very open-minded to everything; ideas and people alike. She's creative, and sometimes unusual, the type of person who will always remain young at heart. Rather than sitting by the Great Lake chatting it up with her year mates, she'd prefer to be found playing a game of tag or throwing/ kicking a ball around the grounds, or creating a large-scale, muggle-made, award winning, third grade science project volcano in the middle of the courtyard. She can whip anything up out of nothing, whether or not she has the normal materials needed. Her creative side doesn't end at building though as she likes to sing and whistle merry tunes on key, also.
A social butterfly, Felicity loves to chat. She's not a gossip, but she can always be found talking to someone, something, or herself. An outgoing girl, knowing what's going on around her is like a part of her job description. A motormouth at times, it's as though she doesn't know how to shut up, even in her sleep. Sometimes it's as though she never learned the meaning of the words quiet and shy. Always willing to chitchat with anyone, she's rarely in a negative mood which leads to her optimistic side. Need to think of something happy? Call on Felicity and she'll find a way to make you laugh or smile, at her expense. Even for those she doesn't care for she'll make a joke at the shabbiness of her style. It helps some that she can be so clumsy, tripping over her untied shoelaces or a mere blade of grass on the walkway, but she's used to the falls, bruises, and scraped skin.
Schooling comes natural to Felicity, but she only applies herself to the subjects she thinks are necessary, like Herbology and Potions. Hands-on work is what she likes the best, things that allow her to experience them rather than listen to a lecture about it. Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts are classes she struggles with, not because of the material presented but rather because they require the use of a wand. Felicity and her wand seem to disagree about what is right and what is wrong, the proper usage, etc. A clever, bright child, she likes to ignore the ability and spend her time doodling or prodding other students in the class; except of course on days when the learning involves more than listening.
Felicity is curious about the worlds around her. She was born a half-blood and was given the chance to see both worlds. The wizarding world excites her, keeps her interested with everything that is so oblivious to millions of people. The muggle world keeps her motivated to find ways to make things easier for those without the ability to create or mend with magic. Her parents thought it best to teach her everything they could about both of their worlds, resulting in her avid interest in tweaking muggle-made products with magic (when her wand cooperates)to see what would happen.
To the friends she has, she's as loyal as a dog as the saying goes. She wouldn't turn her back on anyone, nor would she tolerate it happening to her. Outspoken enough to tell a person what's bothering her, she refuses to hold back when it comes to what's on her mind. Anger rarely graces her emotions, but it does appear now and then, and sometimes at the worst of times. Frustration when things don't go accordingly works at her and she can become careless with a project. The longer it takes to make something work, the less quality that is visible, as one can tell she's rather impatient.
[History:]
Jacob Poul Hjort was the second born son to a rather wealthy, loving Danish family. Ib, as he was affectionately called by his parents, was a bright boy; he never ceased to amaze with his ingenious mind. His brother Geoffrey was not of the keenest mind, but he was creative. Both sons partook in the family owned and run business at an early age, each contributing their ideas. Their parents were thrilled both of their sons had shown such an interest in the business, and knew that the business would run smoothly in their old age. However, as time flew by, and their parents grew older the time came to decide which of the Hjort sons would inherit the family business. As was customary in the family, only one son would inherit the business, the other would be left to find another calling. Both parents decided it was only right for their first-born to gain the business, and the night before they were to hand the business over, tragedy struck. Their mother, passed away peacefully in her sleep. Weeks passed, and again the question of who would inherit the business became a pressing matter, the boys father decided at last minute to pass the business over to the youngest, as his wife had often fretted over what he would do if he did not gain the business for his own, but knew Geoffrey would be fine on his own. Geoffrey was enthusiastic with the decision, as it was his dream to pursue another road. A few years later, when Ib was twenty-two, he discovered a way to improve the business, and his father agreed to the change. Everything went well until tragedy again struck, a young woman with whom Geoffrey had been smitten fell victim to an accident in the business, due to the improvement Ib had made. Not able to forgive himself, he left Denmark under the cover of night and turned up in London a few weeks later. Shabby as ever, hungry, tired, and cold, he found refuge with a fourth cousin who allowed him to stay without word to Ib's family. Within the year, Ib had employment, his own apartment, and eyes for a lady who shopped in the market every Monday afternoon.
Meadow Rose Lockwood was born to a very plain, boring family with two parents and a total of ten siblings in October of 1947. She attended muggle school where she learned much to her advantage, but nothing that would prepare her for the day when she turned eleven (1958). That day was a day that scarred her for life. Walking home from school, she accompanied an elder sister and younger brother, when an enormous bird swooped in on the three of them. The bird, an owl to be exact, tried to drop a rolled parchment at her feet, but was too close, and instead scratched the young girl down her cheek with his talons, a scar that would always remain. The three children ran the rest of the way home, quickly as they could, only to discover the owl followed them. After making it home, they barred themselves inside and called to their mother who was baking in the kitchen. She answered, and when the three children joined her and told her of the adventure, she wasn't at all surprised. She knew Meadow had been special all of her life, as was the rest of her family, but she more so. Meadow Rose's mum knew of the world that would soon become one she was thrust into. Her mum was a squib who had married a muggle man to bar herself from the humiliation that was thrust upon her for having no magical qualities. Meadow Rose soon learned that the strange things that happened to her were not coincidental. She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only to be removed during the November of 1965, her last year due to circumstances that had arisen back home. Her father and mother had both fallen ill, and her eldest sister refused to take care of their parents. For a year (November 1966) she helped nurse her parents, both of whom recovered, but were dreadfully poor due to having no income that year. Meadow Rose agreed to take her two youngest siblings with her and make a home raising both. This she did, both Abagail Rosalyn (four at the time) and Dennis Michael (two at the time) were her treasures for the next five years (1971). At twenty-four years old, she hadn't had much of a life to gain experience from, and hadn't had the time to fall in love while raising her brother and sister. Every Monday afternoon, though, she shopped for the week, always making sure to make an appearance at a certain little market, even if she didn't really need anything from it.
This market was where the love story began. Ib, after a few months of pining for the blond beauty, found enough courage to ask her on a dinner date, but she merely laughed in his face and left him discouraged. This was when the little red-headed Meadow Rose piped in. She managed to become good friends with the man who sold her his wares, and a year later (1972) Ib realized he had fallen in love with Meadow Rose. Ib courted the lovely lady for another year (1973) before he confessed his love for her, and he knew almost everything about her their was to know; he knew about her attending a boarding school, not finishing because of ill parents, and then raising her youngest siblings (Abagail Rosalyn was eleven and Dennis Michael nine by this time). Meadow Rose knew all about Ib, the family business and the death of his brother's fiancée, and his move to London. He finally proposed, and the wedding a year later (January 1974) was a small, wondrous occasion. Abagail Rosalyn and Dennis Michael were thrilled at the prospect of having Ib around more often, he was much like an elder brother and they adored him. Over the next eight years, the two had five children, none with the extraordinary talents Meadow Rose was born with, and she never felt the need to tell Ib of her magical abilities. By the age of thirty-three, Meadow Rose had all the children she could deal with: Raquel Elizabeth (born 1974), David James (born 1975), Jared Gaines (born 1976), Meridith Daisy (born 1979), and Fawn Nichole (born 1980), not to mention Abagail who was being prepared for her own wedding and Dennis who was due to finish school.
The years passed, and Ib and Meadow Rose remained as happy as ever, if not as poor as ever as well. Having five children's mouths to feed and not top-of-the-notch jobs made things harder, but never unpleasant. Ib refused to use his innovative mind to help his family find riches, and Meadow Rose never asked or pushed him to. Ten years later, when both were forty-three years old, a surprise was blown their way, they were again due for another child. Although they were worried about Meadow Rose's age, they were nevertheless excited about the news. Nine months later on April 11, Felicity Edith was born, and Meadow Rose knew she was different from all of her other children. Both Raquel (17) and David (16) were out of the home by this time. When Felicity was five, she was put into a muggle school system, and Ib (50) confronted Meadow Rose (49) about the strangeness of their daughter in which she confessed about being a witch. He was slightly disappointed she had kept the secret from him for so long, but he didn't love her any less. Over the years Felicity amused him, she was so much like her mother and himself, an agreeable mixture if he was to say so himself. Ib taught his youngest daughter everything he could about the world she lived in, and her mother educated her in the world she was destined for.
Her young childhood was speckled with strange mishaps, things that seemed to turn out in her favor. Felicity often could be found playing in the dirt with the boys, digging for worms to fish with rather than playing dress up with the neighborhood girls. Muggle classes were easy enough for her, and with her father's help, science was a breeze. The small garden her mum kept was used to teach her botanical lessons, with a few hidden plants that weren't from the world Felicity grew up in. She was kind of spoiled when she was young, but only because there were fewer people living in the home, and as time went on money was tightened. But although money wasn't abundant, she was happy. She didn't mind living in a slightly shabby home, wearing frayed clothing, or having second-hand toys.
When Felicity turned nine, Abagail Rosalyn's husband fell severely ill, and didn't recover, to the point where Abagail (40) and her three children moved in with the Hjort family. Aaron (16), Jacob (named after her brother in-law) (12), and Cherry (7) were the light in Felicity's eyes. She adored the children as her own siblings since they were closer in age to her than her own. A year later Raquel (28) returned home with her husband Harold (32) and their two children: Winthrop (4) and Winston (3). And early the next year Felicity's brother David (27) and his wife Ruth (26) were in a car accident, in which neither survived, leaving their four children to be taken care of by his parents. Jeremy (7) , Matthew (6), Lisa (3) , and Fredrick (9 months) quickly adjusted to their new life with their aunts, cousins, and grandparents.
At the age of eleven, Felicity received her letter of acceptance from Hogwarts like her mum had planned, but the letter had been placed in a safe, as her father was frightened about what would happen to his daughter so far from home. Meadow Rose also insisted rather than attending school, Felicity was to be kept at home and taught as much as possible from her mum and her well-hidden, old books; as well as help to take care of the home and family of fifteen living there. At the age of fourteen, Felicity had surpassed her mum's ability to educate her, and her father finally agreed to allow his youngest daughter to attend Hogwarts, by this time the entire family knew of her abilities and none of them felt the need to reject her or her mum.
[Special talents/knacks:]
Felicity likes to get her hands dirty; she's a hands-on learner, meaning practical exams suit her better than written exams. Herbology and Potions are her best subjects as she finds them interesting and feels she can be creative with both. History isn't her best subject as she finds it dreadfully boring, and wand work doesn't suit her very well because she feels it needs to be so precise. Sports hold her interests far more than gossip, and she has a bit of a competitive nature. She can also be disorganized and rather insincere at times.
