#wendelin the weird

[mistressaugury]

Shout out to kinkster who got an offical painting for having a fetish for being kidnapped, bound, humiliated, "burnt", and "murdered" by muggles. The adults in the room legit said you'd be a good rolemodel for the kids.

[tin-ast]

[bookssthetics]

Wendelin the Weird - HP aesthetics

[writing-frenzy]

Rather Weird Then Lost

One Sally Annabel Perks walked the hallways like a ghost, a mission on her mind as she went, her short red hair curling close to her head as she moved through the magical high of Hogwarts. Once, the air itself would have calmed the rather emotional Hufflepuff right down, the magic in the air reaching her and making her feel so safe.

But it didn’t tonight; the whole castle has been over the edge since Cedric died, tense, frustrated, and ever so angry at the loss of one of it’s beloved pupils. (The fact that the castle only felt even more protective over Potter then direct all the negativity to him showed the the boy was probably right. Not something she wanted to think on really; best to get to her original thinking.)

After three false starts and about a dozen wrong turns, the young bespectacled girl finally found what she was looking for; The Secret Hallway.

But while she was indeed feeling quite a bit triumphant, none of that showed on her face, as she stalked over to a certain portrait hanging innocently in said magical hallway.

“Wendelin the Weird?” Sally asked the rather beautiful woman in the picture, getting a grin in turn for the words.

“The one and only unique! Something you need dear? Be careful though, it might cost you.” was the rather sly words that followed the grin, sharp eyes taking her in thoroughly.

“I just have a question, it will only be a moment of your time if you please.”

“Hmm, ask, and maybe I’ll answer on a waning moon.”

“...How could you do it?” was whispered, a remembered horror entering the tone as honey brown eyes stared at the woman from behind to panes of glass, as if they were searching for all the answers in the world.

And instead of getting the answer she thought she would, (the one she feared all the history books were right about, that she once just thought as weird before that happened to her last Christmas) she got a rather hard look in return.

“... Remove the glamours and I will answer honestly.” was all that the weird woman said, giving her a look.

Stiffening, Sally just stared back at the woman in the picture, the even look in fellow red head’s green eyes knowing, even slightly daring would she say.

Swallowing hard, Sally did as asked, taking off her ring from her pinky on her left hand, as well as the one from her right thumb.

Instantly, a change was easily noticed, a burn scar covering half her neck and reaching ever downward past the neckline. There was a matching one on her left arm, reaching to the tip of the top of her palm. They looked like they were years old in stead of the months she knew they were, the reason she was only just able to take her exams now instead of with her classmates in her fifth year.

Amazing isn’t it, just how powerful magic could be.

“...I once had a neighbor; a kindly old woman and her granddaughter. The two just down right adored each other, no truer family have I ever scene.” was suddenly said, making Sally look up to the woman before her, an unreadable look to the young girl on Wendelin’s face. “Unfortunately, the sweetie little granddaughter had a rather frightening curse of beauty to her, made most men go mad over her most of the time; woman just loved to hate her, poor thing.

One day, she refused the wrong man, and got declared a witch for it. Grandma comes to me on the morrow, tears in her eyes and dread in her heart, and begged me to help in anyway I could, knowing I had a magic to me, but still liking me as a person.” was said with a bit of fondness, a sad smile on the titled weird woman’s place.

“So I took her place, got them bundled all nice and safe in my home, while I charmed and illusioned everything in place. Townsfolk didn’t even realize the difference. Before I knew, it snowballed from there, muggle or actual witch, I ended up taking their place. I’ve had to polyjuice myself as girls not even bearable age, glamoured myself as midwives and whores alike... And I can find I can’t regret a single one. 

...You know, the cards and history both have it wrong; was 14, nor was it 47 times I did it; I lost count around 100 honestly.” 

[quotemagpie]

Wendelin the Weird was not named such for nothing. 

Book excerpt from: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban

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[sincerelysansa]

HISTORICAL WITCHES → Wendelin the Weird.

[remusjohnslupin]

HARRY POTTER HISTORY MEME → three historical witches [2/3] » Wendelin the Weird 

Wendelin the Weird was a witch who lived in the Middle Ages. She allowed herself to be caught 47 times in various disguises by witch-hunters, who tried to burn her at the stake. With the use of a Flame-Freezing Charm, however, the flames were rendered harmless, creating only a gentle tickling sensation which Wendelin enjoyed.

[mzminola]

The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less then forty-seven times in various disguises.

A History of Magic, Bathild Bagshot, Harry Potter & The Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K. Rowling, 1999.