nothing is better sometimes

Celine Renee Selwyn sixth year | hufflepuff | halfblood "flour dusted fingers, fields of belladonna, broken potion bottles, and ballet flats tip-toeing down empty corridors.

[celine-selwyn]

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There was an excellent chance that if she didn’t get a helping of banana pudding that Marlene was likely to pummel the next person who breathed in her direction. She’d been so focused on her class work in the common room that she’d completely forgotten the time. When she had made it into the Great Hall she was less than thrilled to realize that all of the pudding had been eaten.

Marching out she made her way into the kitchen’s without a hint of hesitation, if there was more pudding then she would find it. She’d figured there would be a house elf or two but what she hadn’t counted on was someone else being in the kitchen. Stopping in her tracks for a moment she considered her options before taking another step in, eyes moving around the room as if confirming what the girl had said was true.

“I’m here to see if there’s any spare pudding. I’ll be in and out quick.” Marlene assured as she made her way into the fridge with careful eyes scanning everything until she found what she’d been looking for.

Celine didn’t look up for her project at hand until she was sure that the other girl wasn't paying any further attention to her. She looked up from her project at hand so she could roll her eyes at the back of the blondes head. “You should really try to get the food while it’s out, the elves don’t make extra for fun, they’re running a whole castle.” The bloody audacity of coming into the kitchens without asking the elves first... to steal pudding of all things?

Was it a ridiculous gesture to say something? Sure. Especially since she knew the elves genuinely wouldn’t be in nearly as much of a fit about it; moreso ridiculous since there was no one here when she’d come in to start baking. The kitchens was her domain, in her mind; she’d begged the elves a full year before they let her come into the kitchens to cook. And another two before they left her alone or let her make weird order requests.

“Write down what you take so they can keep count of who’s coming in and stealing treats.” The rule was made up, but she wanted the intrusion to seem like just that... without looking like the actually apoiled one in the room. Celine gave her dough once last whack and roll, before she started flour dusting the top. She looked up at the girl, hoping for an off-put reaction: the less hospitable the space seemed to other students, the better.

[celine-selwyn]

     Celine loved the feel of chilled dough as it puddled out between her fingers and rolled beneath her palms. It soothed her into a steady trance each time. Already she’d been in the kitchen for forty minutes and had only gotten a single loaf of bread half-way done. 

Away from the crowds of the Great Hall gathering for catch ups and grub, out of sight from any house mates who’d wanna pry into her ‘summer memories’, the kitchen had always been her safe haven. At home and at Hogwarts, she spent hours locked away in the silence of a warm kitchen. Sometimes accompanied by the house elves, but usually they left her to her thoughts and the heavy scent of flour and cinnamon. And she preferred it that way. 

A small creak from the main entrance of the room pulled her from her empty thoughts, though she made no move to stop what she was doing. “The elves are out,” she said, following the same beat of her hands as she bread-to-be against the cracked counter tops, “and no, I will not be taking a message.”

[celine-selwyn]

isn’t that CELINE SELWYN? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the HUFFLEPUFF table with those other SIXTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like SOPHIE TURNER… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees flour dusted fingers, fields of belladona, and ballet flats tip toeing down empty corridors. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty ELUSIVE, SNARKY, and OBSERVANT. apparently they’re a HALFBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ cy: est : 21 : she/her ]

EDIT: I made a wanted connections and quick facts page here to aid in getting plots set up with my little thounderstorm over here!!

Celine was brought up in her Uncle Theo’s manor, who volunteered to take her in when her grandparents were forcing her mother to give her up for adoption (due to her being underage and the father most likely being of ‘lesser blood’). The mother and daughter have had almost no interaction since she was a few months old and Celine doesn’t know her father.

She was raised mostly by house elves, spending her time with them in the gardens and the kitchen when she wasn’t being taught potions by her Uncle. Theo hoped she could at least contribute to her families business one day. Though, Celine has very little interest in potions making. 

She does think about perusing a career around creating potions to protect plants from pests and diseases, more efficient than current magic or muggle pesticides.

She’s incredibly withdrawn, she’s not very adept at speaking to kids her age and she’s resentful of most of them. Most of the time, she prefers to stay in her own ball of misery and focus on whatever task shes put in front of herself, on days she does try to reach out she mostly make people uncomfortable. 

The closest interaction she has with most of her house or class mates is having them be guinea pigs for new recipes she’s testing out.

[ms-mandy-m]

Game of Thrones star Sophie Turner in Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini photographed by Dima Hohlov for The Edit magazine, April 2016.