V-Day Original Character – Viola B. Patricks

Happy Single’s Awareness Day!  Galentine’s Day!  Valentine’s Day!  Whatever floats your boat!

I had debated for a while on what to post on this “happy” day, but I knew it was going to be about one of my favorite Harry Potter Post-Golden Trio Original Characters, Ismene or Viola.  Ismene, despite how much I love her, shares my view of Valentine’s Day, so Viola was the best choice.  So, I bring to you, Viola Bernadette Patricks.

Viola was born on February 14th, 1966 to muggle parents Dr. Adrian Patricks and Dr. Vivian Patricks.  She has two brothers, Jameson (5 years older) and Marcus (1 year older), who is married to Patricia and with whom has three children: Danielle (who Vi is the godmother of), Lynette, and Jacob.  Now, I don’t want to turn this into a 50,000 word story on her life, so I’ll sum it up.

She got her letter to Hogwarts at 11, much to the confusement of her family and the extreme dislike of her middle brother Marcus.  All, but Marcus, seemed to understand why strange things happened while Viola was around, and in the end were excited for her and her new school.  Viola started Hogwarts in the year of 1977 and graduated in the year 1984. She had been sorted into Hufflepuff and had followed the traits of that house to a T. She was devoted to her friends, and she worked very hard in all her classes. She took a deep interest in Herbology and Potions, which in the long run came to know surprise since her parents are both doctors. Viola spent time on the Quidditch Team as Chaser from 2nd to 4th year then Seeker for her last three years, making it to Captain her 7th year.

After graduating Hogwarts, she went straight to University with the intent of someday teaching. She studied diligently there as a student and graduated at the age of 22. After spending five more years doing personal study in herbs and potions, Viola started a teaching position at the Sydney School of Potions Mastery in Sydney, Australia. Before the start of the fall term in 1999, she received news of her mother’s death. She resigned from her job in Australia and returned to England to manage her mother’s estate. She was so distraught that she took a year off from teaching. When the Potions became available to Hogwarts, she was contacted by the Headmaster to come and teach. And after much soul searching decided she was emotionally capable of taking the position.

While teaching at Hogwarts, Viola found herself in a relationship with the new flying instructor Istvan.  I could spend forever writing up their wild and crazy love story, but that’s for another book.

Some quick info about Vi –

Patronus – Squirrel

Amortentia – Vanilla, Cassia, Arabica Coffee

PlayBy – Lauren Graham

Most Memorable Moment at Hogwarts – Turning Severus Snape’s robes pink the day she turned seventeen.  🙂

That’s all for today folks!  Happy Birthday Viola!

– Deanna

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OC-tober 10/13

Universe: Where Phantoms Sleep (an Harry Potter RPG website dedicated to a universe filled with post Golden Trio characters.  Find another character from that website here.)

OC: Ismene Daria Muse Crest Benedict

Note: Taken from 7th year not long after they returned from winter holiday.  That would make Ismene roughly 20?  21?  I think….


How do you tell a person that you had once loved that you’re sorry?

It was a question that Ismene had written down in her journal many times but had never actually finished answering.  Most often, she wasn’t ready to answer that question so she’d just scribbled it out and wrote about something else.  Usually the weather, or exams, or what she ate that day.  Despite the fact that the latter always brought good remarks from Ismene’s doctor, it soon became apparent that Ismene was intentionally avoiding the elephant in the room.

And in all honesty, how did she tell Sabriel that she was sorry?  Actually “sorry” was a poor word for what she truly felt after the whole debacle of last term.  Would she ever really get to talk to him about it?  Madame Waffle certainly didn’t think now was the time, but she encouraged Ismene to write down ideas or thoughts about the matter as they came to her and they’d discuss them when her meetings came.

She couldn’t start with justifying herself, that would be wrong.  However her father and siblings treated her, it gave her no right to always paint people with the same brush.  But her development years had been fueled with that kind of life, of wanting to be loved only to be shunned over a choice she had no say in.

“Personally, I can’t say I’m sorry and yes that does sound shallow and clings to those Slytherin tendencies which I’ve tried to purge from my system.”  Ismene stared out at her curtains, trying to find away to answer the question aloud hoping it would inspire her.

“But let’s face the facts.  You were right and I was wrong.  Heaven help us all a Gryffindor was wrong.  We can’t get any deeper into it than that at the current moment because everyone’s afraid I’m going to go off the deep end at any moment.”  She swung her legs over the side of her bed and began pacing the dormitory.

“But I am sorry for being such a witch to you last term and for not listening to you and for choosing to stay away when I finally learned the truth and for calling you a liar and several other things that I dare not repeat in polite company.”

She took a breath and thought for  a moment.  That’s a lot of “I’s, Miss Crest.  Ismene could almost here Madame Waffle talking to her.  Could she really lay blame at his door?  Could she?  Should she?  She took another look around.  No one was here.  If Sabriel was here, what would she say?

“You never listened,” Ismene said aloud, finding strange comfort that it had actually been spoken.  “I tried to come to you with my concerns about you teaching her and it fell on deaf ears.  Later, I tried to apologize.  I came after you several times, but each time you just turned me away and didn’t bother to listen, let alone see me!”  Ismene had begun pacing the floor ranting off half-truths and lies that she knew she’d never say to him, but it felt good to lay the blame at someone else’s door for once.

“And furthermore…!”  She whirled around and had her finger pointed as if she was actually addressing someone, and she stopped in her tracks.  Shiloh, one of her dormmates, was standing there in the doorway.

“Um…am I interrupting?”  The blonde haired girl looked around the room, checking to see if anyone else was in the room.

Ismene blushed scarlet before falling backwards on her bed, sighing in frustration.

OC-tober 10/11

Universe: Harry Potter – Where Phantoms Sleep (an RPG website that me and a close friend just go a little bit crazy with the post-Golden Trio fandom)

OC: Selene Celeste (her mother was entirely unimaginative when she picked out the name)


Selene stared at the letter in her hands, trying to focus on the words on the page, despite how much her hands shook.  It was impossible for anyone to imagine that during her third year at Hogwarts, when she’d started taking Magical Studies to spite her pureblooded parents, that she’d be doing this.  Professor Scott had encouraged them in their fifth year to have a Muggle pen pal and Selene had readily agreed.  For the past two years they’d kept a constant correspondence, despite Samantha’s confusion at not writing via texts or e-mail…whatever that meant, and a plan had hatched in Selene’s mind close to the end of her sixth year.

Now, after working and saving at a job that she had come to enjoy, and doing all of the research as slyly as she could, and after receiving confirmation from Sammy…everything was ready.  Within a week, she’d be on her way to America and no one would be the wiser!  She’d been so careful, kept all of her letters hidden away, managed to convince her parents that the money she was saving was so she could be more independent when she got married…and somehow managed to convince Leo that she had come to care for him in some small degree.

Leo.

He was her one small regret in all of this.  The arranged marriage, which had sickened Selene since she had first heard about it 11 years ago, was reaching its final climactic point, ever since Leo had officially proposed a week ago.  If she’d followed her parents’ upbringing, the proposal was everything she would have wanted, but she didn’t want it.  She wanted to be free.  To live her own life.  And she did like Leo.  He wasn’t viscous and wouldn’t leave the marks that her mother did.  He was interested in her life, unlike her rarely attending father.  He would make someone a great husband…someone who wasn’t her.

She stuffed the letter in the hidden box under the floor boards, reapplying the magical wards, being careful not to mess up her hair and nails.  She was taking her wedding shoot photos today, so Leo would see her in wedding gown, but her mother wanted this out of the way so that they could devote more time to the family the day of the wedding. It would also allow Selene and Leo time together.

A knock sounded at her door and her mother angrily announced that she was keeping everyone waiting.  Selene sighed and slowly stood back up, running her hands down the satin material of her dress.  She just had to keep her stoic face and disinterested manner going for just a few more days.  And then, her life would really begin.