Aurelia Margaret Valentine | Third Year | Hufflepuff

Aurelia M. Valentine has long, raven-coloured wiry curls that cascaded unceremoniously down her back and shoulders. It is messy and always unkempt, that combs and brushes might chase her instead for it to be tamed. She doesn't bother to tie them as they are quite rebellious and always stick in different directions. She pins them sometimes with dark green barrettes she bought from Diagon Alley, or even collect them to a messy bun and tuck it with her black walnut wand.



Her face always wears an automatic frown and she seldom smiles. However, when she does smile, she fusses over it and quickly attempts to hide it; in a pretense of burying her face in an open book, scratching her nose, or coughing.

She has deep brown eyes that always chucks an accusatory or judgemental look that adds up to her frown, and sometimes they are inquisitive enough when confused. One thing that one will notice if she was enjoying herself or smiling internally as by her sparkling eyes.

This Hufflepuff witch never speaks her mind and voices out her opinion unless necessary. She is impatient especially of everything stupid or for people who aren't as efficient as her.
She doesn't like any form of social interaction and prefers to avoid it if she can, in fear of making a fool of herself by stuttering or blabbering things whenever she feels enthusiastic. Aurelia is a very anxious person, she's not careless and tends to overthink things. Born from being perfectionistic since she was a child, anxiety attacks are easily triggered and she worries everyday of making a mistake.

Aurelia is a very diligent person and expects it to others too, especially when they both agreed to a setting. She doesn't usually take anything lightly and always comes off as very serious for her age, and her peers back in London see that as weird—which did lead to light bullying.

This preference for solitude did hone her observational skills; which made her very clever and knowledgeable, not only by constantly reading books. Very haughty and insufferable.

Aurelia Valentine is an only child with a part-time not-so-renowned writer as a mother in Croydon, London. She grew up without a father and it has always been like this since the beginning of time. Not that she was bothered, her mundane life in Croydon with her mother seems pretty enough for her. She never got jealous to her peers for having a present father, however, sometimes she has questions about him. Her mother never talked about him, of course, as he left them as soon as she got pregnant with Aurelia at the mere age of 16. Her mother had to pack herself away from Westminster and start a new life with her daughter and keep the unprecedented pregnancy.
Aurelia, in her former schools, had been very insufferable and haughty. Of course, as she attended Hogwarts it had been dampened down a bit, but back then she was more expressive and condescending. Suffering from Dostoyevsky's dilemma—where one see oneself so little that one developed a sort of God's complex—the young badger is very insecure that in order to avoid belittlement from others, she appears all high and mighty. She still uses this tactic in Hogwarts too. She is very competitive and a top student in every school she attended to.

Much to Aurelia's surprise though, her absentee father had been a wizard and her mother never told her. Of course, it confused her more, and any questions had been debunked as they didn't have time—Aurelia had been accepted to study in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by the time it was revealed.


The price of avoiding social interactions is the fact that she lacks social skills. She have so much empathy to give but she didn't know how to. Her automatic response to everything had been to snap, snap, and snap to everyone around her. It is also born from the fear of being trampled on and abandoned, as the only person she cared about and the only person she had had perhaps left her for good—her mother. Not in a literal way, but she has a strained relationship with her mother for the lack of communication, time, and attention they spend to each other. Underneath all the quietness she tuck herself in their own home, she had built a budding resentment in her heart against her mother. She wondered everyday if her mother treats her this way just because Aurelia was unplanned, and her mother's life had took a sharp turn she will never be able to get back to. Aurelia aims to win; of course, part of it is the joy of achievement, but she always wished her mother would say that she was proud of everything she tried to reach. That someday... Her mother would finally look her way.

When Aurelia was seven, she was brought in a bookshop by her mother for her birthday. Once her mother had perceived that Aurelia has affinity with books to the point where the girl don't request for anything else as a gift, her mother always bring her to certain bookshops. Her mother proposed a game, to make shopping more fun— within a minute, Aurelia can choose any books she wants, regardless of the quantity and the price, as long as she could carry it to the counter before the time is up. Without a cart and without asking anyone for help. It was an annual thing, a game they had as bonding.

Aurelia eventually learned how to be clever at this game during the years. She learned to squeeze books at the side of her neck, in her armpits, between her legs, even between the back of her knees, resulting to her crouching. It was undeniably fun, she brought many books home every year.

Not this year. Aurelia was staring up at a copy of The Razor's Edge by Somerset Maugham, which was sitting there on the top shelf. It was mentioned in one of the books she had read last month and therefore it became listed in her wishlist this year. But her arms were already crowded with a stack of books, some books were also squeezed in her armpits and legs. The time was ticking fast and her heart pounded in her chest, as she looked around the bookshop in helplessness and frustration.

Aurelia could leave the wretched book behind and come back to it later, since a copy of The Love Song of J. Alfred Pufrock by T. S. Eliot is already squeezed in her armpit and she was already quite satisfied by that. She could save her lunch money for it, just like she did with The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. But the prospect of suffering in starvation during lunch in school annoyed her greatly to the point that she let out a frustrated whimper.



Aurelia wondered if there's still enough time for a temper tantrum. She was only staring up at it intently, frowning while strategizing. Knock the bookshelf down? No. She couldn't even begin to explain why it was a bad idea. Bump the bookshelf with her hip and see if the Somerset Maugham book fall right on her stack? She frowned. Will it work?

Aurelia M. Valentine has great affinity with classic novels and her favourite authors are Donna Tartt and Fyodor Dostoyevsky. There is a certain charm in the timeless classics, she believes, compared to contemporary works as of today. She saves her lunch money to buy all these expensive books and she never regretted one thing.

Transfigurations, after attending all the classes necessary in her year, she figured that this subject is one of the most interesting of all along with Potions. These subjects are the most difficult subjects she had encountered and she loved how these subjects challenges her brain and mental abilities. She subscribed to publications relating to these subjects too, like Transfiguration Today and Perusing Potion-Making. She saves her daily scholarship to play for these subscriptions.



Before she attended Hogwarts, Aurelia had been playing chess and writing articles since she had known that she can. She wrote something about climate change and a little bit about bugs. Her focus have shifted towards magical creatures and beings that are oppressed though, willing herself that someday, she'd be able to do something for them. She wrote these articles to spread awareness and harbour empathy for them, hoping that someday millions will read it and realise that even if one is different, doesn't mean they do not deserve to participate in the luxuries the society had been taking advantage of, like going to school and owning a wand.

Learning and reading have been a second nature of her and she did not like not knowing. She doesn't shy away from reading books and borrowing them from the Library, checking them out until her leather satchel couldn't handle the capacity anymore that sometimes Aurelia had to leave it open. She couldn't be seen without a book she was clutching against her chest, she couldn't be seen her messy curls gone haywire from the stress of studying. But she enjoys it all.

Aurelia like patterns. She notice them all as she searches for them beforehand. Why? Because it's comforting and not at all spontaneous. This was born from being an obsessive planner, where familiarity is also comforting for her. She did not like feeling uncertain and indecisive as it leaves her very anxious and couldn't live it down. Being bossy and attempting to dominate everything especially conversations, she is only like that to deliver that no one decides for her. Her life is in her hands and she didn't even let her mother try to control her life.