i know I’m two days late with this (we should all be used to me never posting anything on time anymore because let’s face it, that’s just who i am as a person at this point lol) but happy late birthday to the woman, the icon, the legend!!
here i am, at it again🤦🏻♀️ anyway, meet my newest hphl gryffindor gal!☺️
moots who may be interested: @kc-and-co @lifeofkaze @cursebreakerfarrier @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @gcldensnitch @endlessly-cursed @danceworshipper
Hair: dark brown with natural medium brown highlights
Eyes: dark blue
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 108 lbs.
Body Type: average, considered to be slim
Skin Tone: lightly tanned, light freckles on cheeks and bridge of nose
Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.):
from childhood/teenage years:
scar on left leg from getting cut by a fence post when she was eight
small, very feint scar above left eyebrow
acquired in adulthood:
burn mark on right arm from trying to make her own healing potion
small burn mark on the back of her left hand from a hot cauldron
Background
Hometown:
Crawley, England (birth— age 18)
London, England (ages 18–??)
Family
Mother
Mary Ellen Bennett née Miller was the eldest daughter of Martha and Edward Bennett. she would attend Hogwarts at age 11, and be sorted into Ravenclaw where she excelled at Potions, Charms, and Arithmancy. after Hogwarts she would she would become a Potioneer, opening her own Apothecary in Hogsmeade, later expanding to Diagon Alley. she would later marry Charles Bennett and they would go on to have three children, Isaac (eldest son), David (second son), and Abbi (youngest and only daughter)
Father
Charles Bennett was the second eldest son of Margaret and Samuel Bennett. He attended Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, excelling in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and Charms. He would become an employee at the Ministry of Magic, working in the Department of Magical Equipment Control and the Administration Registration Department.
Brothers
Isaac and David Bennett, the older brothers of Abbi would also attend Hogwarts. Isaac would be sorted into Gryffindor, and David into Ravenclaw, though he was a hat stall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Isaac would become a professional Quidditch player for Puddlemere United upon leaving Hogwarts, and David would become an Auror.
Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Best Class: Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration
Worst Class: Divination
Boggart: a cloaked, shadowy figure
Riddikulus: the figure turns into a bright, glittery light
Patronus: fox
Patronus Memory: her first day at Hogwarts, when she made her first few friends
Mirror of Erised: herself, surrounded by stacks of successfully reviewed articles that she’s written, potion bottles sitting at her feet
Amortentia (what she smells like): geranium, jasmine, hint of lemon
Amortentia (what she smells): leather, vanilla, cinnamon, TBD
Career
Ages 11-18: Hogwarts student
Ages 18–24: Journalist/Photographer for the Daily Prophet
Weaknesses: stubbornness — impatience — hot-headed at times
Stressed: when she can’t find a good story to write or when she can’t focus on her studies, or when she can’t have contact with her family and friends
Calm/Comforted: when writing or finding ideas for new stories to write or when she’s helping someone who is sick or injured; when she’s in the comfort of her own home
Favorites
Colors: gold, yellow, red, orange, green
Food: fish and chips, English pancakes
Drink: coffee, sometimes strong enough to make someone worry about her
Weather: moderate, sunny
Hobbies: writing/journalism, painting, playing the piano
Fashion: Abbi’s style is very feminine, yet functional. she typically opts for looser-fitting fabrics, and doesn’t venture much into wearing corsets because she finds them rather uncomfortable and a bit restrictive. during the spring and summer she likes wearing lighter colors and patterns, and darker colors in the autumn and winter.
Relationships
Significant Other/Love Interest: Ernest Di Napoli (@endlessly-cursed)
Friends
(Abbi is currently open for friendships with others’ ocs, feel free to message me or reply to this to let me know if you’d like for your oc to be friends with her!)
Blanche Dubois (@endlessly-cursed)
Jesse Seymour (@endlessly-cursed)
Beatrice Brown; dormmate (@endlessly-cursed)
Galen Stagg (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Teddy Ellison (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Stella Farrier Seabright (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Lyle Astor (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Mira Iverach (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Danny Gibson (@catohphm)
Rivals
TBD
Trivia
Abbi excelled at Astronomy, but never really took a true liking to the subject
in her fourth year, she accidentally scorched a desk in the Gryffindor common room…and a library book
in her seventh year, she snuck out of detention (which she’d gotten because of her inquisitive nature and need to write) to write her own report on the final quidditch match for the house cup
at the age of 22, Abbi opens up her own art shop in Diagon Alley
@endlessly-cursed i’m only five days late, but better late than never, right?? and since we’ve both been starving for erbigail content, this blurb should do just the trick!❤️💚
this isn’t long at all, it’s just a short and sweet lil blurb
November 10th.
The day that Abbi was most grateful for, because it was the day that her husband and, as far as she was convinced her soulmate, was born. Ernest never made a huge deal about his birthday, often claiming that it’s ‘just another day’ and that he’s ‘just another year older’. However, Abbi didn’t see it like that.
She made a promise to herself before they even wed that she’d bake a homemade cake for him every year, and now still newly married and nearing their first anniversary, she intended to keep that promise. While it wasn’t easy to make a cake entirely from scratch, she’d spent half the day in the kitchen while Ernest was out running a few errands that she’d sent him on.
“Oh, Merlin.” Abbi sighed, removing the cake from the oven, setting it on the countertop. A simple chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, and a little decoration would surely be just enough, if not more than enough, to make Ernest happy. She removed her mitts and began gathering her decorating supplies. She allowed the cake to cool for a little bit, then began adding the base layer of frosting.
“Hmm…” she murmured to herself as she piped little flowers at the base of the cake, mulling over the thought of adding more to it. “A heart should do nicely.” She smiled to herself, mixing the white icing with a bit of red food dye to make, at the least, a pink heart at the top of the cake.
Admiring her handiwork, she finished filling in the heart, smoothing out any imperfections in it. She set the icing spatula down on the counter as she heard the front door open.
“Abbi, dear?” Ernest called form the foyer of their home, “are you here?”
“In the kitchen, darling!” Abbi called back, quickly cleaning up the small mess she’d made with her supplies, though she knew Ernest wouldn’t be upset with her, she knew he’d insist that he wasn’t worth all this trouble.
“And just what exactly happened in here, hmm?” Ernest hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of Abbi’s head, then one to her cheek as his arm wrapped around her waist. It was her favorite way that he greeted her, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t his favorite too.
“I know you don’t think you’re worth the trouble, and despite how untrue that is, you at least deserve a cake.” Abbi smiled up at him, studying his features as he took in the sight in front of him.
“All of this?” Ernest asked, almost incredulously, “for me?”
“That is how birthdays work, my love.” Abbi smiled at him, knowing that he’d be able to detect her sarcasm.
“Best not let it go to waste then.” Ernest smiled, grabbing a butter knife from the drawer.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Abbi exclaimed, grabbing the small candle she’d meant to top the cake with, lighting it with a match. “Make a wish.”
“I don’t have to make a wish.” He shook his head, “ all of my wishes came true when I met you, cara mia.” Ernest gently lifted her chin, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
