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CHARACTER INFO

------------------------ the aim of art is to represent not to the outward appearence of things, but their inward significance ~ Aristotle ------------------------ ---Appearence: oval, round face with sharp jawline and smooth skin. She has a warm brown tan, copper coloured. Her eyes shimmer and gleam hazel, a button like nose and dark freckles. Her lips, dark fleshy prominent. Her hair curly, bushy, wild, untamed. She has dark brown locks, defined and filled. Her body quite curvy, with a average waist but enlarged hips and chest.

------------------------ Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it ~ Oscar Wilde ------------------------ Friends: Her friends, Siko and Liora were close. A tight trio that were unbreakable. After inciddents where Helena's magic began, she couldn't find the guts to tell her closest friends. She knew her letter to Hogwarts was coming and she'd have to leave the only people who loved her. After finding the courage to tell them, she bluttered at them. Siko stared and Liora gasped. Obviously they couldn't believe it! Helena's a witch! Her whole family was. They still loved her and brought her to a tight hug. Helena writes to them every week plus her parents.

------------------------ Wherever we are, it is our friends that make our world ~ Hengry Drummond ------------------------ ---History: After moving to Milton Keynes, life before Hogwarts was pretty chaotic for Helena. Her parents busy with work and responsiblities, she had to raise herself. Growing up by herself and taking care of herself. This led to her fast maturity but she always allows a bit of fun! An only child and a wizard. She considers herself as an only child since her sister Jasmine moved out. Her parents were also wizards. As far as she was concerned, her whole bloodline was. Wizard after wizard. However, living in a muggle society, she could only make friends at school and of course her friends would be muggles. Helena brought her passions with her everywhere. She was a creative person! Her life was filled with art. Painting her walls when she was younger to selling her canvased art during summer, her and Siko shared their burning passion for art. Other than doodling you can find Helena's head in the clouds, a book or writing one. Being a MASSIVE bookworm, Helena tends to consider herself a proud one, practically reading any book she finds. Her parents are constantly busy working for the wizarding society. Her older sister wasn't there as well, leaving Helena to raise herself and grow herself. Doing a lot of the chores at home she was prepared for hogwarts. She was the mature one everywhere she went. All she wants is her childhood back.

------------------------ Those who don't believe in magic will never find it ~ Roald Dahl ------------------------ Instance of magic: Summer. Helena hated that season. Although growing up in California meant Helena grew with sun, she could NEVER like it. The warm rays of sunshine hit perfectly back in America. Hot, sweaty, wet. She pulled a disgusted face thinking about it. She rolled out of bed and climbed downstairs. Her hair messy, tangled and bushy. Aunt? Her aunt was here? Now? She let out a grumble of pure hot hatred. Aunt Meryl was atroshious. Her behaviour, how she spits out comments at everything, moans, complains. She was racist too, since Dad had married the proud carribean mother, Evelyn. I looked more like my mother with my warm tone but Jasmine a pale brown colour. Meryl despised Helena. Her brown tone, her volumious wild curls. Her tight white bun slicked back, Meryl stood glancing at Helena. She rolled her eyes at the sight of her terrible aunt. She pushed past her and grabbed cereal in the kitchen. Meryl glared at Helena her face slowly painting red. "Manners? I don't know if you think your back in Africa but here in England, we follow british manners. Of course you wouldn't know since your country doesn't have them." Helena's jaw fell open and her emotions poured filling with anger and hatred. She scowled and ran at Meryl. CRASH! They both stood, the air silent and cold as they both turned their heads to find a vase on the floor, broken, smashed.

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