<span style="color:yellow">[H]Enid Llewellyn</span>

Name: Enid Llewellyn
Age: Fifteen
Bloodline: Half-blood

Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one?: Nope!

Physical Appearance: Don't look at her mouth. Please don't stare. Enid is terribly self-conscious of how wide her smile is, or how her large ("horse") teeth have a slight overbite that make her lips seem puffy. She continuously rolls her lips between her teeth, or purses them, to make her mouth appear smaller.
Yes, she knows she needs to color her brown roots blonde, again, but it can be done tomorrow. Or whenever. Never mind her eyebrows, forever dark and rather thick, angled right above her eyes and giving her a constant fierce expression on her pretty pink face.
She make-ups her naturally-narrowed brown eyes in a hope they seem larger, but some say it has the opposite effect. Her bangs fall in front of her eyes, though she parts them in the middle, sometimes hooked behind her ears (staying there on good days). Thick and wavy, Enid's hair drops to her shoulder blades.
Enid stands slightly shorter than other girls her age (about 5'4 or 5'5) and displays large bones, too, giving her a bit of a meaty appearance even though she's a healthy weight (a woman's secret).

Personality: They say left handed people are natural geniuses, but not for this girl. Blessed with a splendid imagination, Enid finds herself locked into a fictional book rather than school notes. She thinks about others' well being before her own, because she knows she's happy and why not make other's happy too? Though she might be kind, she's a polite introvert until you know her, and unless you ask the right questions, she'll still try to keep her story to herself.
When Enid's annoyed, one can first see it when the muscle between her pinky and ring finger twitches, making her little finger spasm. That's her trying not to throw a book. This action usually happens when someone is tossing around one of her friends, or when she feels like the teachers are piling on too much homework (no, she wouldn't really throw a book at a teacher, at least... we don't think).
Enid doesn't handle stress too well. She ends up screaming for (seemingly) no reason as the weight makes her crumble, then stalk off somewhere to meditate. After cooling down, she usually comes back to the people who witnessed her meltdown and apologises furiously for her rude behavior. Her cheeks blush whenever she's embarrassed (or being flattered, or exerting herself, or being caught in a lie).

Character Background:

It was a surprise when Maria Pips received her letter from Hogwarts, her parents muggles, but they supported her through schooling and celebrated her return each summer like the Sun. At school, she met great friends, learned great things, and had a few great (terrible) enemies; Maria took it all in stride, and graduated a proud Ravenclaw with her best friend Merlin "Owen" Lemmings.

Despite her wizarding attachment to the magical world, Maria continued to live as a muggle (aside from cheating a few chores, occasional. Or a lot.) and made an honest living from a bookstore she co-managed. Owen visited her often when not being the PA of the Minister of Magic's PA, drawing in customers with Tarot or palm readings. Maria still studied her religious magick, rising in the clergy in becoming a High Priestess of a Druid group.

In walks Arthur Llewellyn, recommended during an open circle to be initiated. And Maria should have known then Owen saw this coming in his Divination readings, foresaw her other half's arrival. Arthur had the proof he'd been studying Druidry for nineteen plus years, so it wasn't long before he joined her as High Priest. Maria would always smile at the thought of his initiation of the Third Degree of clergy, and their Handfasting, not far after.

But when there's a happy ending, with child on the way, there must always be an opposing force to make balance in the world. And it came in Owen's prophecy:

"BEFORE HER EIGHTH BIRTHDAY, THE LION'S RAVEN WILL EMBARK ON A JOURNEY TO THE SUMMERLAND."

The day after, Maria and Arthur learned that the child within was a little girl. They half-heartedly agreed with Abney, but Owen told them to wait and the answer will come from the soul. Maria woke in the middle of the night on the twenty-first of March with an epiphany of the Summer Child, and Arthur knew this was the name to give their daughter: Enid.

Even the ten years she was married to Arthur, Maria never revealed her secret, but she felt his suspicious glances when she whispered incantations under her breath to make living easier, or better before her time came. She never feared his rejection, or him abusing her powers, but her magic felt like it was her's alone. Arthur would enjoy all of Enid and her magic when her time came.

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Born in the Valleys of South Wales, Enid grew up loved. Her mother and father taught her to draw down the Moon and run with the animals in the Wild Hunt. Owen, their close friend, showed her life in stones and the whispers of the wind. Enid grew up a Druid; magic wasn't a foreign concept, until when it was.

Enid recalls the memory of her sweet mother putting her into bed at night when she was nearly eight. She had fluffed the pillow, tucked the blanket underneath her chin, and together they said an evening prayer to the Moon. Her father was working late that night, but the bedroom door was closed; her mother put a finger to her smiling lips. A secret. She pulled out her ritual wand and made bubbles of light float the room.

She had said, voice full of cheer at her excitement, "You'll learn this, too." Then she disappeared into night while Enid and Arthur were asleep and never returned. No note, no kidnapping. The only belongings missing were her athame and wand.

Depression overtook her family. Enid's grades had dropped in school and she was withdrawn from the other students. Her father's sadness was devastating to watch, and only Owen could reach him in the beginning. Owen wanted Enid to focus on school, telling her that the way to move forward was to not let the past take over. It was hard, but soon Arthur came out of his room, went to prayer circles, but he still looked at Enid with the expectation that she might run away.

Two years after, Enid finally consoled in her father about her mother's last night because he deserved to know. He smiled at her sadly and told her he already knew, but was giving Maria the chance to tell him herself. Arthur said Owen could preform magic, too. When Enid confronted Owen, he waved it off, until she specified 'the same special magic Mum did'. It was then, on her tenth birthday, that she finally learned about the secret world of witches and wizards, and how she was one.

A year later, after coming home from school, she received her Hogwarts letter.

While Owen encouraged her, her father was hard at letting Enid go, but go she went after he said 'yes'. Owen took the pair of them to Diagon Alley, where they opened her mother's bank account (with the key she left behind in Owen's care, passed on to Enid). It was small savings from odd jobs Maria had done after graduating Hogwarts, before the bookstore, added on bit by bit from Owen. Enough to buy what they needed the first year, and most definitely second.

After the first month and a half at Hogwarts, sorted into Hufflepuff, Enid almost wanted to give up on her classes. Well, the majority of them. She was lucky to have a friend, Kellin, as a Potions partner because he didn't become upset with her when she melted the first cauldron (his, but Enid claimed it as her's and sneakily put her cauldron in his personal supply slot after class) and stirred clockwise, anti-clockwise, clockwise instead of vice versa. He taught her how to stir the cauldron with one hand and wave her wand in the other when it was needed, which was the same amount of difficulty as patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time. Kellin laughed when she pointed this out before they agreed that he would do the waving and she'd stir.

Wand motions was possibly Enid's biggest downfall in her first year. It was like learning sign language, having to memorise specific twists and flicks of the wrist, and if the shaft of the wand should be parallel or below the tip of it. This is where Kellin helped again, especially when it came in handy in Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The classes Enid particularly enjoyed had nothing to do with wand waving, the bottom on her list being Astronomy. The Hufflepuff liked having the class in the dead of night, staring at the Heavens through a bronze telescope and wishing nothing more than to be in the sky. Kellin had trouble in this class, so Enid was able to return the favor and help him locate the constellations in the stars.

Flying was her second favorite class because she didn't have to wish to be in the sky. And being able to soar about without too much limitation was exhilarating. Somehow, for some reason, it was here that Enid felt closest to her missing mother, and she would often wish her well, wherever she was.

Then the top of her list was Herbology, and most of the time Enid felt as though it went without explanation as to why it was. And it sort of did; Enid would touch the plants gently, and they would talk to her quietly, exchange her burnt energy for renewal. Like the exchange of carbon dioxide for oxygen. In the green houses was where Enid felt closest to home.

Along the way from First to Fifth Year, Enid made great friends, few enemies, and had a whole lot of fun. Keeping score, she made a total of 430 House Points for Hufflepuff through her years. While she wasn't outstanding in her classes, and probably turned in homework less than frequent, Enid did her best to pass with at least Acceptable each year.

Special Request (available at Novice**) None that I know of.

Desired House: Hufflepuff

Roleplay Sample:

"Sewn by clever hands,
The four greatest wizards
And witches of the land,
Godric Gryffindor, brave and
Loyal, Rowena Ravenclaw, all
Creativity and intelligence,
Salazar Slytherin, cunning
And pure, and finally Helga
Hufflepuff, hard working and
Tolerant. Together they gathered
Witches and wizards to teach
Straight from their minds.

They created me, to settle ties,
To be the overall determiner
Of whom goes where. Gone
Now, they are, so that leaves me
To tell you where you ought to be.
There's nothing wrong with any
Of the Houses, but maybe just a few
Mice and spiders, so be proud
Of where you are, be proud of
Where you go to! The future ahead,
All of that lies on you.

So learn 'til your brains rot, 'til you
Rather be eating socks. Prove your
Worth and your smarts, and keep your
Friends by your heart. You'll never learn
Their value until the worst has come.

But first thing's first! Know your
Colors! Within the hour, you'll try
Me on, accomplishing the legendary
Hogwarts tradition I do best,
And sort you into your destinies."

The Sorting Hat fell silent and the Great Hall erupted in a roaring cheer. The Deputy Headmaster waited patiently until they settled before unrolling a sheet of parchment. "When I call your names, you will come forth and I'll set the Sorting Hat on your head. After that, you will sit with your classmates until the Sorting Ceremony is over." He picked the Hat up from the chair, and read the first name on the list:

"Braeden, Howard."

A boy with spiky dark hair came from the back of the first years. Enid watched as he nervously approached the stool, looking at the Hat as if it were horrifying. In return, the hat seemed to raise a non-existent eyebrow, and Howard sat down, facing the school with a new determined expression. The D.H. lowered the Hat on her head. After a moment:

"GRYFFINDOR!" The table on the far left exploded into excited whoops and shouts while the rest of the tables clapped politely.

A number of students went up, called almost squarely into each of the four houses. A boy Enid recognised from the boat ("Homes, Lance") was placed in Slytherin, and an Ashley Miles was placed in Ravenclaw. Names and faces Enid wouldn't be able to remember if she tried were separated, and soon there were only two dozen students left to sort. And after Gillian Lee was set to Hufflepuff, Enid felt her heart race, knowing if she wasn't next, she was to be called on soon.

"Llew-" Her stomach dropped and her heart fluttered anxiously. Along with the sweating of her palms, the annoying muscle in her hand began to spasm. "-ellyn, Enid."

Her heart was so fast that she felt numb, legs jelly and going on auto-pilot as she went up to the stool and nearly tipped it over trying to get on it. Enid looked over the school, never truly realising how many students there were; this wasn't just a spotlight, it was the center of the universe! Burning filled her cheeks and she kept her eyes low. She felt a weight drop on her head and a shadow cross over her eyes. A whisper filled her ear.

"You have a loyal heart, with a bit of nerve, yes," the Sorting Hat said to her. "But there is plenty of Maria here, gentle she was, determined, and fair. You're intelligent and are ready to buckle down to learn when it comes down to it... Yes, I believe I know the right place for you... HUFFLEPUFF!" Enid jumped off the stool when the Hat was removed and all but ran to her table, next to Gillian, grinning widely from what seemed an impossible feat. The table was cheering and many Hufflepuffs clapped her on the shoulders and congratulated her.

OOC Name: Marie

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