Encyclopedia ~ Lillian Smog-horn ~ Hufflepuff

Full Name: Lillian Smog-horn
House: Hufflepuff
Age: 11
Wand: 31,2 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
School Year: first year
Species: Human

History/Background Story:

Reducio

Before Hogwarts, me and my family lived in the peaceful fields near the forest, outside of Hogsmeade. My mother was a Muggle and worked as a teacher, while my father was a pureblood who worked in the ministry. Because of this, I had a range of both magical and non-magical things around the house which I found interesting. My parents always had a good relationship and we’d all go into the forest and walk for a bit and explore areas we haven’t explored in the forest yet.

I always enjoyed roaming around the fields and forest around us. It was peaceful and roam around and watch the animals watching me in the shadows. I always enjoyed exploring, it always gave me a sense of thrill to explore the unknown and what could be lurking in the forest. I was always interested in animals so striving to find one in the forest never concerned me.

Friend-wise, I didn’t really have much because of where I lived; it was a pretty remote area. When I did have friends, we’d have fun exploring the forest and just doing whatever kids do; it would be significant, but wouldn’t last too long because they’d always move. I did enjoy their company, but I always did enjoy adventuring by myself because I could go above the limits I was stuck to with other people around.

First instance of magic:

Reducio

I was around 9 or 10 years old, and it was like any other day, skies sunny, animals out and adventuring into the unknown because of my curiosity and need for exploring constantly. I was roaming around, glancing at the greenery around me, trying to find some sort of thrill for the day while being totally immersed in my surroundings. It wasn’t long until I tripped over a root in the ground from a tree and tumbled down a small hill.

Once I reached the bottom, I was all scratched up and bruised… it hurt. I started to cry, and that’s when it happened- my very first instance of magic. The sky clouded with darkness, and the wind was picking up as the downpour started. Why it connected to my emotions in a way? The sky was just clear and bright a moment ago before I fell and started to cry. It was raining heavily, and I was sitting there, still crying in the cold, until my parents came and found me. My mother wrapped me in a warm, heavy blanket before picking me up and bringing me back home in the pouring rain.

Once we got there, my father gave me some medicine, and all the scratches and bruises on my body vanished in an instant. After a while, I stopped crying, making the sky clear and the sun was out again with no clouds in sight.

I surely got the thrill I was searching for, but not in the way I was expecting.

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