Theodora Bennett ❦ Hufflepuff

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪, 𝓐 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

Born in Manchester in the month of June, 2014, Theo was destined to be a city girl. Daughter to Winnie Bennett, a pub cook, and an absent muggle father, her life was very independent. Visiting the local park, shopping centre or even just going for a walk into the local main square, Theo could go anywhere. With the stipulation she brought along her two younger brothers, Oliver and Robbie. As the eldest, the responsibility of her two younger brothers often fell to her. Babysitter's were a rare occurance and if they were to have one, it was a cousin or close family friend. Yet, babysitters were rarely needed when she spent most of her time at the local muggle primary school, around the corner from her house. Every afternoon, a detour to the shops was expected, her mother often giving her a list of things to buy and money in her bag. She rarely went with friends, it was hard to make many when constantly looking after siblings and hailing from two different worlds.

Her family currently hold residence in Levenshulme. Definetely not the most elegant area of the city, but her mother had been saving and finally found a home in her budget. Theo didn't have much to complain about, home was home. The only criticism she knew was what her mother would say when they were out together: "For God's sake, does nobody clean up after themselves?" and "Bloody hell, the A6 can get in the bin.". Common phrases in the Bennett Household, one's she now heard her brothers repeating which she was fairly certain they had no idea what they were saying.

The first instance of magic Theo had was when she was five. Her mother was having it rough, three children under the age of five was what anyone would describe as chaos. Two who could walk and talk, and one who's only want in life was to sleep and eat. It was a Sunday, no school and she remembered her mother commenting on the nice dresses the neighbours were wearing to their Sunday sermon. The wireless was humming as the whole family sat in the living room. Olly singing and dancing to the music, Robbie feeding, and Theo on the verge of tears. Her mother had refused her, once again. It was the park, Theo wanted to go desperately but the resounding answer to her pleads were "No!" or, specifically, "Theo, I'm feeding your brother right now, maybe this afternoon.". Which in Theo's mind meant never. To make a dramatic story succinct, Theo was distraught. So much so, the moment she went to scream, every glass in a two metre radius shattered. Her mothers cup, the window, the mirror in the entry hall and even the porcelain doll her mother bought at a garage sale two years prior. It was a mess, to say the least. And a shock, one that brought Theo right out of her misery. Her mother, the poor soul, just sat there. Her face was morphed into multiple different emotions, fustration was at the height but excitement came at a close second. Her daughters first bit of magic, what a special and devestatingly expensive time. And then relief because not one of her dramatic children got hurt.

Theo wasn't new to magic. Her mother was magic, a half-blood in her own right, and thus used it on a regular basis. Mainly menial tasks, washing the dishes or folding the laundry. Her mother would cook at home every so often, most of the time bringin leftovers from her shift at work, but when she did cook, she would use magic. Cutting the carrots, grating the cheese, stirring the pot. This died down slightly when Theo started helping her cook. Her mother would assign her the tasks she would usually substitute for magic. Although Theo grew up mainly surrounded by muggles also didn't mean she wasn't used to the magical world. She can remember the exact moment her mother, with a giddy smile, had announced that the family will be attending their first Quidditch cup game. Or the plentiful times she was pulled along with her mother when they needed to visit the ministry. She had a healthy combination of a muggle and magical life. So, when the Hogwarts letter arrived, she was excited but had heard so much about it already that it wasn't a shock.

𝓦𝓱𝓸’𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵?

She is often seen as the responsible one, looking after her two brothers, but despises the fact she is viewed this way and yet, will fustrate easily if what she said isn't followed or heard. Blunt in her words, she is of dry humour and a touch sarcastic. A quick thinker, due to her 'responsibilities', and finds herself calmer in action then staying still. She is an observer, opting out of initiating conversations to watch but isn't shy of conversing. This, however, does mean she stares quite often and doesn't realise how her actions can come across to others. Finds comfort in cooking and drawing, anything hands-on really, but she is well practiced in these.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮?

Theo, is an average height for a girl her age, standing at 145cm. She has long, dark brunette hair that is usually down with curtain bangs that hug her face. Her eyes are a light brown, the black of her pupils a stark contrast when seen closely. Her outfits usually fall under the dark academia colour aesthetic, her closet full of burgandy, navy and mocha browns. Most of her clothes are old and worn, either a hand-me-down or thrifted. Same goes for her jewellery, other than a necklace her mother gave her. A gold 'T' in cursive, simple and elegant.