Physical Description

Like her sister, Hattie has a wide jawline, puffy lips, and an imperfect smile. But the girl hardly bothers to hide her teeth, whose quirks are subtle enough. Her mouth’s default is often open— if not for the purpose of chattering, then simply because the world is always on the verge of poking Hattie into animated reactions. (And because Hattie likes sugar quills and daydreaming.)

Hattie looks like her personality: tiny, upturned nose, expressive eyebrows that foreshadow mood changes, dangerous little gap-toothed smile. Her cheekbones have yet to sprout, and instead her face has a certain roundness despite a flat profile. Her massive head is pillowed in yellow hair, which at any given moment might hang limp and beachy or be teased with a high sixties swing. Hattie’s forehead is a thing to behold.

Puberty has been a glorious journey for Hattie, who managed to evade pockmarks and growing pains (or cover them in goops of green stuff provided by a certain cousin). The girl knows what she looks like and loves wearing clothes which accentuate the differences that a summer has made (“Look at these, Primrose!”). She has, however, learned to layer up in the company of her idolized older sister— while slowly, secretly trading out her turtleneck blouses and overall dresses for mini skirts and bright pumps. Overall, her style is still youthful, if more teenaged than grammar school. Hattie is presently 5’5”.

Personality Description

Hattie led a gentle, sheltered childhood, and is thus— as is often the case— an entitled, opinionated person prone to thinking that she will eventually have her way. Only Hattie’s way changes all of the time. The baby Woolfolk does not yet have quite the same measure of grace as some of her older siblings. She will blurt things out when she isn’t supposed to, will make flippant, stinging, and childish remarks at the peak of a disagreement, and sometimes has to work hard to keep a girlish blush out of her tone and cheeks when she’s trying to be serious.

While she rarely feels remorse for this childish behavior, there is often a little sting of humiliation… or at least an immature fluster… in the post-bicker awkwardness. Where puberty missed giving her an outwardly awkward stage, it has certainly taken her moods on a wild broom ride. If it’s a friend or casual acquaintance with whom she’s had an argument, it is often forgotten the next day, a mark of teenagerhood. Hattie doesn’t often hold grudges, even if she would like people to think that she has strong convictions and a persuasive nature. If she’s avoiding someone, it is likely less out of embarrassment and more of a very temporary stubbornness. Give it a few days, and she is easy enough to soothe. Above all, even if she isn’t entirely aware, she is quite in love with being a kid and treasures her relationships with friends and family. (This, however, is far more obvious when she’s caught wearing a sunny face.)

Hattie is very promising in some of her school subjects, and absolutely dismal in others. Wandwork is a strength— credit to the flair in her person. Hands-on subjects which require the following of step-by-step instructions are not. Transfiguration and Charms are Hattie’s favorites, and she has more than once tried to scare her parents into thinking she plans to transfigure a house-elf into a boyfriend. (Though they’re well aware she has quite a lot of work to do before she reaches that level of prodigy.) She is very astute in History of Magic, though as the years go on, she finds it harder and harder not to be distracted by her entertaining classmates during lengthy lessons. Especially after puberty set in. Even so, she often volunteers to argue points in the class.

A social butterly, Hattie loves befriending older role models, even when they aren’t particularly good role models. She also easily develops crushes and just as easily finds new ones. Usually, it’s only the ones with whom she has particularly enticing arguments that keep her attention for long periods of time. Despite a love for arguing, she is generally a very friendly girl, with no qualms about walking up to strangers. While Primrose is a constant figure to admire, Hattie isn’t shy about trying new fads and ideas on for size— and occasionally makes her parents nervous in the process.

History

By the time Hattie was born, leftover flower names were slim pickings. And so the baby was slapped with the title Hyacinth— and often accuses her dear, sweet Primrose of stealing the best one. Hattie’s thankful she has no younger siblings: not because she would be jealous (like some people), but because she would genuinely feel bad for Chrysanthemum or Hydrangea (which at one point became dolls in Hattie’s nursery). Hattie knows when the word Hyacinth leaves anyone but insufferable Aunt Marge’s lips, it’s time to flee.

The usual barrage of tutors and extracurriculars followed. At the insistence of Uncle Ollis, who, despite questionable choices, had a persuasive nature, Hattie was sometimes shoved into the same play room with her older cousin, Neely. When a toddler Neely learned that she would not forever be the baby of the extended family— as two-year-olds often assume— the child’s koala face took on a prodigal outrage. Neely has never quite forgiven Hattie for being the actual youngest Woolfolk— but aunts’ and uncles’ disapproval of the elder girl’s mother meant that Neely lived in her own little utopia often enough. Now, Miss Cornelia Heloise delights in reminding Hattie that she is young and thus not allowed, but the girls do have their sweet moments. Theirs is a frenemy relationship.

If the cousin relationship was less than ideal from the start, Hattie has always loved Primrose. Her elder sister’s own living doll, Hattie would gleefully allow Prim to dress her, carry her about their family’s estate to observe otherwise boring, adult things, and would listen with impressive patience (and jittery excitement) to Prim’s stories and thoughtful advice. If Prim smoothed her skirts, Hattie did the same. If Prim sneezed, Hattie tried to do the same. By five-years-old, she came to mimic with sometimes frightening, usually adorable earnestness any argument that came out of Primrose’s mouth— with the occasional child-interpreted mistranslation. While she now understands Prim’s opinions much better than she did when she was simply reproducing them, Hattie is still a bit prone to defending certain arguments without realizing the full weight of them. Her sister’s attack had a large impact on the girl’s life when she was very young, and Hattie can’t help but feel frightened by and wary of certain things she doesn’t understand.

Because Primrose is the one who taught Hattie to ride, the girl has stuck with it. Her ambition to be like her sister often outweighs any glaringly obvious differences in person. It took years for Hattie to get the hang of it (and an embarrassing amount of time to stop being afraid of sitting on a saddle). Eventually, with enough practice, she proved at least good enough for her parents to show her off as they had with all of her siblings. Her horse, Wild Flower, Hattie loves to bits, even if her riding form oscillates between excellent and distracted. Mostly, she loves the idea of riding, that perfect blend of freedom and discipline. Hattie has reached nowhere near Primrose’s level of competitiveness, though when she really tries, that haughty determination in her face reminds others why she was sorted into Slytherin. Being the youngest, Hattie is naturally pandered to, but her parents still have high expectations. They worry about her in ways they don’t some of her now-more-levelheaded siblings. Luckily, like Primrose, she is not the heir.

Despite any family hobbies she shares, Hattie is very unlikely to pursue them at a professional level. She does not share her sister’s affinity for magical creatures, nor is she the sort entirely suited to a rural estate life. She does find her sister’s association with the Ministry exceptionally appealing, however. Hattie is becoming quite the little city slicker and social butterfly, and has dreams of lofty International Cooperation roles, Obliviating peers who annoy her, and arguing on a Wizengamot panel at turns. Sometimes Neely’s interests also appeal to her, and Hattie thinks of giving up her love of arguing to sit on a throne of clothes or be adored on a stage. Really, she is a typical teen who goes through phases. When she does set her eyes on a certain path— however briefly— she puts a lot of energy into researching it arguing with her parents how she’ll be the best ever at the job.

Classes

How Do You Fit Into Your House?

Hattie wants a lot from the world. While her strikingly teenage habit of wanting one thing and then another has yet to disappear, she routinely launches herself head first at whatever strikes her fancy. She is determined to win arguments, befriend the most interesting person in the room, and make her sister proud.

Sum up your character in one paragraph

Hattie is a precocious-but-not-too-precocious teen with a long list of loves that include being a social butterfly, perfecting her charms work, pleasing her sister, befriending mysterious strangers, conveniently avoiding some of her parents' more minor rules, and conducting healthy arguments.

Family

Primrose Woolfolk, 28 - Sister
Hattie's favorite<3


Amaryllis Woolfolk, 25 - Sister
Hattie's other favorite<3


Marigold Woolfolk, 19 - Sister (Adoptable)
What a brat.