she reminds me of holy water and incense ; a girl nailed to a burning crucifix . sorrow burdened , unholy forged —— magic mistaken for sin . could you speak through embraces rather than speaking with words ? it’s easier for her to understand the language of touch . there are brutal fists and the bloom of black bruises , she dreams of liberation ; she can find it if she chooses . so defying god , she closes her eyes , and with broken bones she refuses to cry —— she is divinity unto her own sacred self ; a girl reborn , all evil repelled . she dwells in that hazy in-between world which sits some place between where she’s escaped from , and who she’s yet to become —— an angel that fell , her tears are undone , she’s not holy , she’s no one .
╰ * MARCUS FENWICK IS A MAN YOU NEVER WANT TO PISS OFF —– especially when papers are due and quizzes are announced. you’d think MERVYN would put that thought into mind considering they’ve been together for twenty - two years but no —– it seems he’s always forgotten that his twin can be just as impossible as him.
he’s made the gratuitous mistake of going through marcus’ things ( WITHOUT PERMISSION ), causing a bit ( A TON ) of disorganization and now, he won’t help him study. mervyn can make it through just fine but with him having such a short-attention span, he wishes marcus was there to reel him in.
A SIGH PASSES THROUGH HIS LIPS as he thumbs through another tome, the parchment before him barely half-full despite the having been in the library for almost an hour. it’s not long before his leg starts bouncing under the table, wanting movement ; head racing through other things as words he read keeps tangling and blurring in his mind. soon enough, the sighs to turn into a groan, boredom finally seeping into his being as he lets his forehead fall into the open tome —– more groaning vibrating through the dusty pages.
THE SOUND OF HIS NAME makes him perk up like a dog. he straightens, almost giving himself a crick in the neck from how sudden it is. but he doesn’t care as he takes in the rowdy voice, a grin of his own spreading across his face. ‘ HENRI !! my favorite irish, my little firecracker, a constant yet wanted annoyance, the love of me life —– ’ he all but sputters with joy, grabby hands reaching across the table. ‘ i am so glad to see you ! ’
⤻ * MERVYN’S HALF-YELLED GREETING catches henri ( & everyone else surrounding the excitable duo ) unawares —— scowls being sent the lion and the serpent’s way as the once hushed sanctuary of the library begins to burst with noise & cheer . however , before the young witch can even think to apologise for the MERVYN FENWICK RUCKUS she’s single handedly gone & incited , henrietta feels a mirthful laugh shake her chest —— falling from her lips with the softness of velvet & honey ( polluting the late silence of the library even further ) .
“ i’m y’ FAVOURITE irish person , ey ?? even more so than bob geldof ? bono ? surely not more so than oscar wilde ? ” henri interrogates cheerily , tidying up mervyn’s textbook , parchments & all manner of his assorted properties into the cradle of her left arm with a mere flourish of her wand . “ in any case you flatter me , mervyn fenwick —— y’ big ol’ charmer ! your lovely words have a startlin’ habit of stealin’ hearts just as often as y’ devastatingly handsome face breaks them . ” & with that ( and her free hand ) , henri tugs the gryffindor to his feet , eyes glimmering as she adds —— “ ‘en ‘m glad to see you too , agra . ”
but the moment of pure affection doesn’t last long ; for before even three seconds pass , a puckish grin splits the serpent’s lips , her arms flinging mervyn’s whole array of stationery back into the gryffindor’s own grasp before she turns on her heel ; seeming to soar out of the confines of the library . “ race ya’ to the pitch , merv’ !! ”
“You will never take me alive you foul beast! I’m sorry I called you that Henri, but you will never take me alive!” The boy hollered off the top of his lungs, arms raised far above his head as he assumed a triumphant position. Fabian Prewett, the troublemaking prankster who was still too rambunctious and childish for his own good, whose lopsided smile might’ve gotten him out of trouble in the past, but now it only added fuel to the fire. “I’m not by myself, Peeves is with me always. Besides, Peeves and I have a little something planned.”
⤻ * “ JAYSUS , MARY EN’ JOSEPH —— what an awful racket & what appalling manners , fabian prewett ( !! ) i can’t believe that you’d call me , henrietta figg , a foul beast —— d’ you kiss y’ mam with that mouth , lad ? ” despite her words , henri had a soft little smile smoothed out along her lips ; legs dangling off the gamekeeper’s hut in a whimsical manner as she listened to the gryffindor divulge his mischievous plans . “ peeves ? ah , that gobshite’s got no class —— terrorisin’ poor lil’ first years who haven’t got it in themselves to fight back just yet ; he gives mischief the bad taste of cowardice and malice . would’ve thought a gryffindor like yourself would’ve wanted to keep better company , prewett –— ”
THE WARMTH OF THE OTHER elicits her own in response , her smile widening. “ you know , my— ” and she stops , suddenly, the word mother catching on her throat. clearing it , she shakes the horrible feeling of dread off , forcing herself to continue as if nothing happened. “ my friend used to say that the stars hold secrets we can only hear when we’re as high up as they are. perhaps it is atop, ah, good ol’ ogg’s hut, ” her own accent makes it difficult to try & mimic the girl’s tone , but she carries on , “ that they are trying to communicate something to you. ”
her dreams. did she have any of use , anymore ? were they really anything but colors that she’d tried to decipher into images , pleading to see her family in them once more ? “ tina ! eglantine is too long , yes ? but i’ll tell you , i wish my dreams were like this— airy and quiet. mine are more forged in fire , whatever a sword is before it’s a sword , with the potential to be more but never quite reaching it. ” eglantine let out an airy laugh. “ ah , i’m being silly. it’s the time of night. what about you , henrietta ? do you dream ? ”
⤻ * HENRIETTA HAD LONG AGO LEARNED THE LANGUAGE OF LOSS —— words trailing off mid-sentence & smiles that never quite came from the heart , despite how deceptively bright they glimmered in the hue of ones eyes . BEAUTIFUL PRETENCE that masked lonely woes & quiet sorrows ; henrietta recognised the language of loss within eglantine’s manner ( kindred , lonely , perhaps not alone any longer ) , and so with a smile , she softened impossibly . “ oh , while i adore the concept of stars whisperin’ to me a whole array of enigmas ; the message they’ve delivered to me t’night is no secret , tina —— ” leaning forward , balancing precariously upon the very edge of the hut’s roof , henrietta focused her gaze clemently upon the sight of the hufflepuff who stood below ; her ruby red lips flooding with the warmth and softness of thousands of stars . “ for they’ve told me that —— even when beholdin’ a sky filled to the brim with millions of speckles of celestial light —— you , ms . eglantine puffet , are still the most remarkable thing in sight . ”
lips to the glassy rim of a bottle of firewhiskey , henrietta quirked a soft brow at the badger’s reply & question , grinning her cheshire grin as she gently challenged —— “ how’s about you hop up here en’ join me atop this mighty , kingly roof , and i’ll tell you all you’d like to know about my dreams ? ”
⤻ * HENRIETTA FIGG WAS A WOMAN ON A MISSION —— with a target set & all . she’d smuggled herself into gryffindor tower ( all thanks to mary , who was always happy to help out in times of mischievous need ) to tediously comb the dorms & common room with rigorous method . she’d wandered her way down to the kitchens & dungeons , & had meandered up the s p i r a l l i n g staircase that led to the astronomy tower , checking every single classroom along the way . she’d jogged the perimeter of the black lake , dashed up to the owlery & had even braved the boys’ bathrooms ( where she’d paid the ultimate price of a snarky , misogynist twelfth year asking if the little lady had lost her way ) —— but to no avail ( ! ) … MERVYN FENWICK WAS NO WHERE TO BE FOUND .
NOW , THE LIBRARY & MERVYN FENWICK were not usually on friendly terms , and so by the time henrietta had reached the hushed sanctuary of books ( her final listed location , listed even after the boys’ bathrooms ) , her spirits were low & daylight was nearing its end … when ! A GLIMPSE OF A FAMILIAR FACE caught henri’s attention , her pursed tiers growing smooth as a smile bloomed upon them . “ MERVYN … ! merlin , is it good t’ see y’ handsome face ! —— you’re just the person i’ve been workin’ myself up over , tryin’ to find . ” henrietta was warmth embodied as she closed the distance between herself and her friend of old , an all too palpable air of mirth reflected in the soft brown of her eyes . “ —— honestly , what are you even doin’ cooped up in here ? have you SEEN what a perfect day it ‘s ? we’ve gotta’ go out onto the pitch ( ! ) the breeze is temperate , and we’ve got a wee bit of daylight left ; it’s IDEAL flyin’ weather ! c’mon , merv’ —— i’ve already gotten permission from mcfly … ( ! ) ”
small body JUMPS at the sudden voice catching her off guard , the jolt so high she nearly topples over. righting herself , tina glances up towards the slytherin looking down on her. “ shouldn’t i say the same to YOU ? ” the hufflepuff uses her prefect voice , crossing her arms & offering the other a pout. “ i like this time of night. feels like you’re wandering through a DREAM. maybe it’s the sleep deprivation speaking. ” rocking on her heels , she offers the slytherin a bright smile. “ what about you ? why are you up there ? ”
⤻ * QUIETLY KIND BROWN HUES shape into mirthful crescents that gleam in the dark , a smile blooming in full as a warm little laugh falls from the slytherin’s curved lips . “ oh , me ? i’m sittin’ atop good ol’ ogg’s hut as i find it t’ be a place of perfect equilibrium . sat here , i am in the world of stars , of forest darkness , ‘en of the castle’s light . ” like a queen surveying her country , henri’s hues wander —— taking in the sight of the trees that tremble , the stars above , and the lights of the castle that seem to glow ( warm on the dark horizon ) , her gaze then falling to focus on the hufflepuff prefect who stood beflow . “ i’d like t’ hear more of these dreams of yours though , eglantine . tell me , are they very sad ? or quite serene ? ”
o , harbinger —— the girl’s voice draws attention enough for the both of them . ❛ if it’s trouble you’re evading , i’d suggest a softer tone . ❜ alecto recognizes the speaker for the simple fact that she has made it a point to remember those within her house . she had been wrapped up in her own train of thought , after making her way out of the forbidden forest ( her routine search for clarity just as fruitful as was typical ) . frankly , this call in the night disturbs her recently acquired sense of peace .
she allows a laugh to escape , if only the girl knew how little of a worry that was ( one might think she should know that alecto carrow is indeed the trouble most would want to avoid . ) she mirrors the other’s expression , though her smile is less genuine and more curious , what new game might she have stumbled upon tonight ?
❛ can’t say i’ve ever been afraid of the dark . ❜ a nod in henrietta’s direction —— ❛ but then , perhaps you should take your own advice , never know what frights you’ll stumble upon at this hour , poppet. ❜
⤻ * THE FIRST WORDS SPOKEN have the sound of a command ( & henri’s never dealt well with people trying to quieten nor silence her [ there’s a FLASHBACK to when she’d broken an older slytherin boy’s nose after he’d told her that ‘ women should hold their tongue ; let the men speak first . ’ ] ) , while the last words alecto speaks echo into the night air as if they were a warning , or a threat . yet , unperturbed , henrietta remained quite serene ; her smile still sitting earnest upon her lips —— the girl understanding that these masked antagonisms and dark almost-threats were simply the foundations of alecto carrow’s manner .
“ —— the dark covers everythin’ in such a muted , peaceful veil , y’ right ; ain’t nothin’ all that fearsome about the dark . ” henri’s words left her with the quiet sound of a honeyed hum ; irish vowels carving melodies into the night air . “ the forbidden forest , though —— you’d be daft not to be wary of the things that dwell in there . ” quirking a brow , henri leaned forward ; mischief weaved into the glint of her caramel brown eyes as she quipped , quietly , “ or could it be that the gossiped rumours i’ve heart are true ? ‘ alecto carrow fears not about the creatures of darkness , for it is the creatures of darkness that fear her ? ”
⤻ * MARY’S EYES GLITTER in the darkness ( beautiful as a pickled toad , she remembers being told , amid the hazy fog descending ! ) as she giggles into her glass of firewhiskey . her fingertips are clumsy , droplets of water clinging to her skin —— her voice just as clumsy ( ! ) but warm , WARM like the sun . ❛ HENRI ( ! ) my dear , dear hen —— merli ’ , she’s so pretty , like , like , an irish goddess . have —— have you SEEN HER ? we’re meant to be matching , yanno ! —— ❜ mary’s face screws up in concentration for a moment , before her face LIGHTS UP IN PURE JOY . . .
❛ —— —— they , the ‘ don’t get it ! we’re not in the same house , so we must —— must hate each other , but pshhhhh . . . she’s my henri . screw the gryffindor —— slytherin fight ! ❜ her voice softens considerably , although she slurs her words , & so many would find it so very DIFFICULT ( ! ) to discern what she’s saying . ❛ d ‘ ya know i LOVE her ? ? ? ❜ her voice is light & airy ( she jumps ( ! ) for joy when she spots the girl in question half - way across the room . ) a SHRIEK tumbles from her lips .
⤻ * “ YOU THERE . off y’ pop ; back to the castle before y’ get into TROUBLE . ” henrietta’s voice rang clearly & kindly enough through the silent night air —— the slytherin herself situated up upon the roof of ogg’s hut ; hues having been avidly taking in the stars before she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps . TYPICAL henrietta figg —— quick to make sure others would be avoiding trouble whilst wading waist-deep through trouble , herself . “ —— it’s an awful ungodly hour past curfew , y’ know ? y’ shouldn’t be wanderin’ ‘round all the way out here by yourself . ” legs swinging idly off the rooftop ledge , the serpent quirked a gentle brow at her fellow trespasser ; a small little smile bloomed upon her rose-coloured , firewhiskey painted lips to show that she meant no harm .
⤻ * IIIIIIIIIIT’S EDIE !!!! : back at it again & here to introduce you to my lil #irishaccentaf , #vsmol , #butvstrong , HENRIETTA FIGG !!!!!!!
unlike my intros for siri sadboi black & frankleface longbooty , this intro post will ( hopefully ) not be , like , 1000000000000 words long b/c ,,,,,,,,,, like ,,,,,,,,,, i’m trying to turn over a new leaf ?? and am tryna live a life where i don’t spend 30 days and 30 nights pouring out my heart and soul into my muses backstories whilst crying into a pack of tim tams ?? :’) ajisodjeiowoew . so ANYWAY , without further ado , here’s the loml , henri ♡♡♡
** TRIGGERS : death , religious extremism , physical and emotional abuse .
—— MOBILE VIEW FOR EASIER READING !
⤻ * APPLICATION —— !
* ╰ ( KANG MINA )┋have you met ( HENRIETTA FIGG ) ? ( she ) reminds me of ( holy water and incense ; a girl nailed to a burning crucifix . sorrow burdened , unholy forged —— magic mistaken for sin . could you speak through embraces rather than speaking with words ? it’s easier for her to understand the language of touch . there are brutal fists and the bloom of black bruises , she dreams of liberation ; she can find it if she chooses . so defying god , she closes her eyes , and with broken bones she refuses to cry —— she is divinity unto her own sacred self ; a girl reborn , all evil repelled . she dwells in that hazy in-between world which sits some place between where she’s escaped from , and who she’s yet to become —— an angel that fell , her tears are undone , she’s not holy , she’s no one ). a ( nineteen ) year old ( ninth ) year ( slytherin ), the ( unholy ) is known to be ( + adroit & + compassionate ), yet ( — feckless & — impervious ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( wizarding law ). rumour has it, ( henri ) is siding with ( the order ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon. ( admin edie, 22, aedt, she/her )
⤻ * THE BAD BEGINNING —— !!
YEAH , SO , HENRI !!!!!!!!
was born with the name delilah healy .
v religious parents
v religious upbringing
HAD a lot of faith in GOD before THINGS happened
“ what things though , edie ???? ” you may ask
VERY GOOD QUESTION. A++++ , my loves
my cupcakes , i shall tell you :~)
delilah grew up in the irish countryside . devout catholics , delilah’s parents had moved to ireland from korea when they were newlyweds , having heard of the large catholic population there . upon arrival , they changed their korean surname of ‘ hwang ’ to the irish surname of ‘ healy ’ ; the name change helping them feel more a part of the irish catholic church community .
when delilah was a little bub , her parents just thought that she was the most perfect thing in the world ! with silken black hair & bright brown eyes eyes , delilah seemed like god’s gift to the healy’s , tbh .
delilah ( let’s just call her delilah until we get to why she changed her name to henrietta !!!!! ) was practically christined AS SOON AS her umbilical cord was cut tbh . all like *pops out into the world* *has umbilical cord cut* *CHRISTENED* !!!!
“ what a holy child !!!!!! an angel !!!!!!!! ” —— everyone would say this to the healy’s , and the healy’s were like HECK YA our angel faced cute patootie is the gr8est !
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and then , one day , STRANGE THINGS started happening .
only three years of age , flowers would BLOOM beneath delilah’s feet during moments of happiness , while during moments of distress , melancholy & anger , the ground stirred and shifted where she stood , as if it were about to SWALLOW HER WHOLE.
“ WOAH , DEVIL CHILD , OUR CHILD HAS THE DEVIL IN HER !!! ” —— the healy’s . smh .
a man who belonged deeply & FIRSTLY to god, his OWN SELF SECOND, and his WIFE AND CHILD THIRD , these mystical ( MAGICAL —— but normal WIZARDING WORLD ) happenings were painted by delilah’s father as evidence of his daughter’s DEMONIC POSSESSION . with misguided love & brutal hands , delilah’s father fully intended to cleanse delilah of the devil’s influence .
^ mr. healy began to beat delilah every time somethingmagical strange would happen
for a small while ???? this actually seemed ???? to solve everything ????? :(
a religious girl herself , delilah believed that the magic , the BEATINGS , and MISERY that had consumed her life were all part of some GRAND TEST . all she needed to do , SHE KNEW , was PROVE HER FAITH IN GOD & SHOW that she was worthy , strong and true , and her hardships would be over . GOD would reward delilah for her love and devotion with kindness and fortune, and everything would be fine in the end .
with this belief in mind , delilah ENDURED ALL OF HER FATHER’S BRUTALITIES for years —— she BELIEVED that she deserved the tattooed bruises of deep purple and blue that covered every inch her soft skin , and she spent day after day crying in the darkest corners of her room —— scarcely even daring to believe that she was even deserving of being touched by the rays of sunlight that crept in through her cracked bedroom window . SHE WAS WRONG , SHE WAS IMPURE , SHE WAS UNHOLY .
until one day around the age of 8 delilah turned around and was like “ NOT TODAY SATAN ” @ mr. healy :o & after a particularly harrowing beating , delilah decided to fight back .
DELILAH WASN’T IN CONTROL as the furniture began to hover above ground , kitchen knives and chairs and cupboards levitating in an unnatural manner that foretold the DISASTER about to unfurl . as delilah let a wail rip through the air ( girl broken , girl afraid ) , a cupboard SLAMMED mr . healy to the wall —— CRUSHING & SWIFT . after a moment of pure terror ; the world grew SILENT once more . wood splintering , knives clattering to the floor , dust settling , and delilah held her father’s lifeless body in her arms until strange people called aurors showed up , obliviating her mother , and escorting delilah out from the premises .
six months after the incident, the wizengamot try delilah’s hearing . ultimately, the verdict was that delilah had killed her father ( unintentionally , through a burst of uncontrolled , pre-adolescent magic ) in self-defence —— an event that was built up over a lifetime of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of a cruel muggle mother and father . rather than being locked up , delilah was sent to a rehabilitative ward at st. mungo’s to receive physical treatments from healers , as well as emotional counselling .
it is at st. mungo’s that delilah meets a healer by the name of fenella figg —— and , after establishing a relationship of trust and friendship , fenella and her husband ( ernest ) decide to adopt delilah into their family .
⤻ * SHE DEFIES GOD —— !!
the figg household is the exact opposite of the healy household ; filled with strange but affectionate creatures called kneazles , filled with magic and pumpkin pasties , and filled with love for the sake of people , not for the sake of god . best of all , the figg household isn’t lonely —— for more than finding the love of two new parents , delilah also finds the love of a sister , five years older than her : arabella figg .
in the busy figg household , crowded with commotion , kneazles , and love , delilah finds the strength to defy god , and believe in herself instead . as a promise to herself ( a promise of never faltering again , and never fearing again ) , the girl changes her name to HENRIETTA ( derived from heimiric —— meaning home & power ) —— leaving delilah in her past with her fears & scars .
⤻ * LIL TIDBITS —— !!
cool cool cool , TOIT !!!
so henri is a pretty sweet chick
she’s very capable
exceedingly kind
but pretty sharp most of the time
she will hex u real good if you’re mean
* mushu vc * she’ll hex u , she’ll hex ur cow , she’ll hex ur whole family
dw tho , she will hex her own housemates when they’re being asses too ( and NOT TO STEREOTYPE OR ANYTHING , but being in slytherin , there are ,,, a LOT ,,, of assholes in her house )
equal opportunity amirite ??
henri loves : quidditch ( is slytherin team’s keeper ) , duelling , kneazles , cats, owls, rats, dogs , dragons , octopi , pandas , unicorns , elephants , tigers , chickens , ANIMALS !!!!!!!!!!! , people are okay too ...... !!!!!!!!!! , firewhiskey , bonfires , fireplaces , the colour red ( shoulda been a gryffindor , sorting hat wyd ??? ) , muggle films , kidding around with arabella , hanging out with arabella , arabella (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ , watching the sunset , watching the sunrise , hexing nasty ppl , healing kind ppl , knitting , speaking her mind , starting fights , winning fights , watching the stars at night , her family & those that she holds dear .
henri abhors : clichés, norms, being painted as a damsel in distress , the patriarchy, blood supremacy / and its gross supremacists , people telling her what to do , organised religion , dark magic , tuesdays , arithmancy , losing , being wrong , being woken up , lukewarm baths , peeves , bullies , food that’s gone cold , when it’s cold but not cold enough to snow , when her owl doesn’t come back to the owlery by nightfall , hard beds , disco , condescension , malice & the ones she cares about being hurt .
henri eats a lot . food is her friend . yorkshire puddings are yummo & they are her fave [ assorted devouring sounds ] . she’s also one helluva cook :~))))))))))))
henri has no chill when it comes to her values i.e. fighting against blood supremacists , fighting for gender equality , fighting for equal rights for centaurs ..... EQUALITY THINGS IN GENERAL !!!!!!!! -— henri has a teeny tiny short fuse when issues of equality are concerned & she is always ready to smite any sonuvabeech who crosses her on these issues . she’s also pretty aggro on the quidditch field yo’ . that’s the unholy 4 u .
my babe can drink more firewhiskey than the whole student body at hogwarts combined , but she never gets drunk . she has the alcohol tolerance of a large blue whale tbH ???? she’s the #mumfriend at parties because she’s the only one sober enough to be .
henri honestly really kind when she lets herself be ????? she finds happiness in watching the stars , in flying , in climbing trees and caring for others —— she finds knitting , and cleaning cathartic , and wants nothing more than to lie down in bed for the rest of her life , surrounded by fluffy duvets and warmth :~))))) however , amidst trying to escape from the clutches of her past , make headway as slytherin keeper in a sport that’s still predominantly played and spectated by men , and trying to come to terms with the fact that there’s a very real war on the horizon , henri hasn’t been left with much room for softness . she is , though —— ... she has the softest of hearts , which is exactly why she needs to make sure her exterior is impenetrable .
OKAY I LIED THIS GOT P LONG BUT PLS COME LOVE MY BABE HENRIETTA !!!!!! :~)
