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Holly Bennett

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About Holly Bennett

  • Birthday 06/24/1993

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  • Playerx Poppy
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  • Char DOB Man 25
  • Char PB Kristine Froseth
  • Char RAC Veela
  • Char-Stud Ylev 07. Seventh Year
  • Char-Job Student at VU, Radio Host and Single Mum
  • Birthdate Day 24
  • Birthdate Month 6
  • Birthdate Year 1993
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  1. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Holly Bennett
    Holly nearly jerked away when he took her wrist, not out of some aversion to being touched. They did have a child together so the pair of them had done numerous sorts of touching back when, well, they might not have been all that clever in what they were doing. Her jerk was more of a knee jerk reaction to him touching her hand, a hand which was very close to forming it own fire. It was a good thing that he reached for her, since that small movement brought the young witch back down to reality. A reality that told her going in fire flying would not only get her killed but Saffron as well. “Thank you,” she said after he spoke. Her temper could often get the better of her and in this situation it would have ended badly, very badly. Holly followed him into the veil of darkness, almost as passive as a chastised child following an adult. Her passivity wouldn’t last long but in this moment she was willing to be led and instructed in what she was to do. This was helped by the fact that she could burn the whole thing to the ground after Saffron was safe. When they stopped by the wall the urge to rush in and save Saffie rose up again, something that she was close to doing after Jon dropped her wrist it was only him telling her to stay close and follow him that stopped her. Though as he peered through a crack in a door her impatience started to raise again, that was until he started to speak. Could she cause a distraction he asked, causing her to raise a single eyebrow at him. Reaching back with one hand she gripped the small band that was holding her long hair back into a ponytail almost ripping it out of her hair allowing aforementioned locks to fall down around her shoulders. “I think I can distract them a bit.” she said whilst getting her wand from under her jacket and using one of the few cosmetic spells to enhance a few key features “As long as I don’t have to do a dance.” she smiled wryly at him with that comment “I was never very good at the seductive dance of the Veela.” once she’d finished doing whatever she could to enhance her appearance, she turned and walked to the door before shooting him one last look over her shoulder. “Wish me luck.” then once he was out of sight, she knocked and waited.
  2. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Holly Bennett
    Holly watched him closely as he absorbed the news that he had been successful in passing on his genes, that those genes had formed a young girl. As he tapped his forehead with a finger the urge to reach up and snap the offending finger rose quickly. She knew this was a boat load of information that had just been dumped on his lap, more information that any person could sanely deal with but there and then she’d much have preferred if he’d just get on with laying out his plan. It also better be a good one, since, her plan was pretty much through fire balls at everyone. Then, after what felt like a century the new father spoke. The plan he was saying sounding more like a ‘play it by ear’ plan than a solid one. She left had curled into a tight fist as it heated up. The temptation to throw fire was rapidly rising. This increased as she turned to face the building where her daughter was being held, the building where the murderers of the best damn babysitter she’d had it a while were sitting, probably congratulating themselves on a job well done. What brave people, kidnapping a child, murdering a young woman. As her internal feelings and thoughts raged, she knew her outside would also be shifting. Her eyes and features slowly becoming more bird like as she watched the house, the anger drowning out anything else Jon would have said. Taking a deep breath she tried to push away the rising rage, before turning back to the man who stood beside her. “I’ll follow whatever plan you have,” she said softly before turning her face away from him and back to the building in question “But, if my daughter is hurt in anyway,” she turned her face back to him as she said the next bit “I’m going to burn them all alive.” this was delivered in a flat and serious tone.
  3. Open The Girl With No Name

    No, she really didn’t know what it was like to have a young life where your biggest concern was getting good grades and other such minor teenage concerns. Picking up her drink she sipped it slowly whilst listening to the man next to her going over the life he’d shared with her biological father. He was the one that talked sense into them and kept them on the straight and narrow. Well, least he was there for someone. Taking another large sip of the drink in front of her, wishing she’d actually gone for an alcoholic version instead as Alan continued with his story. “He sounds like he was a good person to have around.” she said finally, turning to face Alan, making sure she looked relaxed and interested. This man didn’t need to know that emotional war she had been raging for months and was now in full battle gear and raging within her now. She knocked back the rest of the drink in front of her before motioning to the bartender. “Same again,” she said pointing at the glass, before reaching out with one hand and stopping the tender as they turned away “No virgins this time.” Alcohol was sometimes referred too liquid courage though in her case it was going to be liquid perseverance. Now that her order was placed in, she turned back to Alan. “I can understand why he might be annoyed, when you are used to looking after yourself it is hard to relinquish that control and accept help.” that was when her drink arrived, brimming with that much desired alcohol. Taking it with a smile and a thank you she took a long sip before returning back to the conversation at hand. “Though no one is that straight laced, he must have some wild story or secret to go on with.”
  4. Open The Girl With No Name

    “A daughter.” she replied to Alan’s question, though she wasn’t entirely sure he heard it because a child approached him causing him to turn away from her and speak to the child. She watched the exchange between man and boy curiously, sipping at her drink , a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He was known to be one of the most casual head teachers in the wizarding world but it was still odd to see him interact with his own children, just like any other father would. This thought caused her to briefly look over one shoulder at the wheel chair bound Wizard who was her own father. He didn’t know that though, didn’t know he had a grandchild either. Then Alan had his attention back on her and she pretended to be fussing with her bag, hopefully hiding the fact that she had been staring at Matt. She looked up from her pretend bag fussing and smiled at the wizard as he continued to speak. It was clear that he loved his children and was very comfortable in their current environment. She listened as he said a few more things about his children, pride and contentment clear on his face. The conversation then moved onto the one thing she’d asked about him knowing the couple they were here celebrating. Though, the tone of the room and the look on Matts face was so forlorn that she could be forgiving for mistaking it for a wake instead of a celebration. Taking another sip of her drink she mulled over how to respond to what he said. “I don’t know, he doesn’t look particularly happy at the moment.” she said coming to the conclusion that Longy must be Matt. “So, you were kids together. I bet you have loads of funny and absurd stories about the things you both got up too as children and eventually young bachelors.” perhaps she could get him talking about the past and get a sense of the man that Matt used to be, the man who not only attracted the Veela that was her mother but also sired Holly herself.
  5. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Holly Bennett
    Her knee jerk reaction when he first turned towards her and spoke was to brush off why she was here and make out that her question was innocent in nature. She could pretend that coming too abandoned buildings that may contain racially inclined bigots was an everyday occurrence for her. She could, perhaps, pass it off as something she was studying for university. All these thoughts occurred to her and maybe more as well. There was an over arching problem, though. One she would need help with. That problem was those racially inclined bigots had her innocent daughter and Holly was woefully inept at the sort of magic that would get her child back alive and allow herself to leave alive as well. The hard cold truth was she needed help to get her daughter back safely and kick the snot out of whoever had her. This meant that she was going to have to break some rather unpleasant news to the man before her. News she’d never considered breaking to him before, news that she knew would cast her in a rather bad light. In this moment though, she didn’t care. All she cared about was her daughter and if she would break this wizards world if she had to for her daughter. “Her name is Saffron,” Holly said followed by a sigh before walking up to stand near him, she had to tilt her head up slightly to make sure she was looking into his eyes when she dropped this bombshell “And, they aren’t mistaken. You are her father. I don’t know how these people, whoever they are, found out. To be honest I don’t much care how they did either.” She could have, and should have, said more regarding his paternity of Saffron, her bright eyed and beautiful child. Right there and then though all she cared about was her daughter being alive and well and hopefully not scarred for life after seeing her babysitter murdered. Please tell me you have a plan.” she said finally, doing her best to hold back the tsunami of emotions that were threatening to erupt from her.
  6. Invite Old Prejudices, New Blood [May 13th, 2018]

    Holly Bennett
    Everything had looked alright from the outside of the building, the images of outside of the perfectly normal apartment complex she lived in with her child flashed through her mind’s eye as she stepped over the body that once belonged to her daughters babysitter. Holly barely noticed the odd angle the young witch’s neck now lay at, the trickle of blood coming from the corner of her cupid bow mouth or even the wand that lay discarded by her lifeless corpse. All Holly could focus on was the silence and that piece of paper that lay neatly folded on the table, the one piece of furniture that wasn’t upside down or missing large chunks. The silence almost had weight as she moved around scattered objects towards that neatly folded parchment. Her hand moving out to pick it up between her fingers, holding her breath as she unfolded it and read the simple words that were scribbled along the parchment. Someone had Saffron. Someone had broken into her home, killed the only damn babysitter she could get for an affordable price and stolen her child. Heat started to make its way too her fingers, eventually that heat would ignite and she would lose the only clue to her daughters whereabouts. Well, it wasn’t so much a clue as a set on instructions with the dastardly plan to murder her daughter scribbled out for her to read. It also kept company with some rather unpleasant comments about people such as herself who could boast being a half breed. Taking a deep breath she allowed her hands to cool so that the letter in question was not in danger of bursting into flames. Then with a few deep breaths, she turned, stepped over the familiar corpse again and headed to the address she was directed too. It took her longer than she would have liked to get to the building in question. It was clearly a rundown building, something that could be seen much clearer as she approached. Holly hadn’t really decided what she was going to do when she got there. The thought of just burning everything to the ground was there, but, if her child was in the building than that was something she couldn’t do. It was as she neared a good spot to observe from that she saw a figure she recognized, a figure that caused her to catch her breath. This just went from one level of bad too another. “What are you doing here?” she asked, approaching the man she knew as Jonathan, the man who she had kept a secret from.
  7. Open The Girl With No Name

    Holly turned her head towards the voice that greeted her, a familiar enough voice that she didn’t actually need to look to know exactly who had spoken. Next to her, leaning against the bar like he owned the thing was the headmaster of Tallygarunga, her old headmaster. She gave him a little unsure smile as he waved away the money she had painstakingly foraged from her bag mentioning that there was an apparent tab that her alcohol free drink would be added too. She waited whilst words were exchanged by the head of her former school and the bar tender before putting the no longer needed money back in her bag and then sipped her drink that had just been nudged towards her. “Thank you.” She said addressing both the people within her vicinity. Then turning her body slightly, she faced her former headmaster, looking at him over the top of her glass as she sipped her drink listening to what he was saying whilst at the same time allowing her mind to marvel at the fact that someone who used to be a authority figure in her teenage life was treating her like a peer. “I was just in the area.” She replied to his question “Just nice to have a night away from the terror I live with.” Another smile graced her lips, partially at the thought of her own child but also because when she’d been at school she’d had a horrible and inappropriate school girl crush on the man before her. “So, how about you?” She asked placing her glass down, fingers dancing along the rim “Do you know the happy couple or is this just an excuse to drink?”
  8. Open The Girl With No Name

    Holly wasn’t actually sure why she’d decided to do this. It was, after all, a stupid idea. A really stupid one. However, repeating the fact that she was stupid for even thinking about this; let alone actually doing it really didn’t have any effect on the outcome. She’d still found one of her nicer silver dresses, shoes with small tidy heels and had a long arduous conversation with her Daughters babysitter about where everything was, when bed time was and what to not allow a precocious five year old do. Instinct told the young woman that she would still come back to her small two bed apartment to some kind of disaster. Something that she really couldn’t be too annoyed about if it happens, since, she was essentially going to this event for the purpose of seeing the man who happened to come out of (insert years here) coma. This man also happened to be her biological father. The sad thing was he didn’t even know she existed, well, that was the impression she had always been under. Arriving at the Drunken Roo didn’t take as long as she hoped it would, especially since she’d walked slowly there, stopped a few times and at one point even turned around to head home. Curiosity won out in the end though, coupled with the desire to see not only this modern medical miracle but to observe him surrounded by his friends and family whilst she could blend seamlessly into the background. This thought had bolstered her confidence enough that she had pushed the door open and entered the pub. It was called a Mocktail Party, something that she appreciated, after all, when one was acting as an observer keeping your wits about you was a good idea. Dodging through the crowd lightly, apologizing every time she knocked against someone or trod of their toes. Finally she reached the safety of the bar. “Sunshine Swizzle, please.” Holly said whilst ferreting around in her bag looking for the exact money she would need, then quickly adding “Virgin.” Just in case the bartender actually decided to make her the alcoholic version.
  9. Invite Moment of Truth

    As soon as she knocked the young girl left out the breath she was holding. There was no going back now. Well, unless, no one was home. Nervously she fidgeted with her hair before moving her hand down to fiddle with the necklace she wore. She twirled the chain around her fingers tugging it hard enough that she could feel it cutting into the opposite side of her neck. The twirling and tugging got worse as she caught the faint clipping of high heels on a hard floor. The click of the latch and gentle creek as the door opened was enough to make her nervously tug that chain to hard. Then appearance of a sharply dressed woman from the other side of the door seemed to be the cue for the chain she was tugging on to give way. The woman spoke in a tone of voice that was as sharp as her appearance. For a few beats all Holly could do was stand there. Broken necklace held in her first and a look of confusion of her face as this stern woman snapped at her. The politeness that had been ingrained in her from a young ago nearly rose up and apologies for intruding on whatever it was she had been doing. A small voice in the back of Holly’s mind rather uncharitably made a snide remark about how this woman was probably annoyed because she’d been disrupted in her afternoon of writing degrading reports about people. She had the appearance of a ministry stooge. That two sides of her could have waged war on each other whilst she stood there slack jawed clutching broken jewellery but that would certainly not get what she needed done. So, pushing down the polite and not so polite sides of herself, she cleared her throat and spoke. “Is Mr Belmont in?” she asked, hoping that the woman that stood before her wasn’t his wife but not seeing any other alternative “I need to speak with him. It’s rather urgent.”
  10. Communication Mock Trial

    Name: Holly Bennett Role: Chief Warlock of the Wizengemot Reason: I have a deep interest in going into law when I graduate and the chance to take on the role of the impartial chief warlock would, I feel, act as a new challenge for me and broaden my skills.
  11. Open One Flight Down

    Holly Bennett
    Early evening was Holly’s favorite time to run. The pitch was empty for the most part; she looked up on one of her circuits and saw a few students practicing their flying. She had heard that Quidditch would be starting up again very soon. This meant that she would have to find somewhere else to run at times. This wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t be coming out and cheering on Sturt when they played, of course she would. They were here house, her extended family in some cases. This wasn’t something she would openly say to any of them though. As a rule Sturts weren’t known for being people who lived with their hearts of their sleeves or emotions open for everyone in the world too view. This was, she assumed, the main reason she had been sorted into that house instead of the others. She had never been one to show people what was going on underneath the surface. Well, with the exception of Clive. But he was a ferret, a more troublesome that usual ferret. The little stripped bandit had a habit of stealing things that belonged to other students and using them for both play things and bedding. More than once she had found someone homework in the small trunk he called a bed. Chewed, peed on and hand various other things done too it. There was something that time in her third year where he had taken a liking to chewing wands. Her wand had been no exception to this rule. The furry marauder was currently chasing her around the Qudditch pitch. As with all ferrets, Clive was not a fan of warm weather but liked to be near his human, doing whatever she did. So prior to her run she had placed a few bowels of cool water around and several of his cooled blankets so that he could rest for a while before taking up the chase again. It was on her forth lap around when she almost collided with the tail end of a broom. It was entirely her fault, not only had she put headphones in that was playing some lively music to jog to but she’s turned her head to check on Clive. As she turned to head back she saw the tail of the broom floating in her path, quickly she attempted to duck underneath the offending item only to miss one of her own steps and go skidding. Instinctively she grabbed the end of the broom to try and stop herself somersaulting into a pile.
  12. Invite Moment of Truth

    Holly Bennett
    She has spent too much time simply staring at the piece of parchment in her hand. She’d ignored important information in classes and had even taken to forgetting her early evening run around the unused Qudditch pitch since this piece of information had been transferred from the official document to the piece of parchment she now held. Hell, she’s wrote it down on more than one piece of parchment, sometimes scrawling it, sometimes writing it in large loopy lettering. There had even been that one evening when she had taken the surname and applied to her first name. Holly Belmont. She’s incedio'd that particular piece of parchment. Finally, after what felt like a life time of simply staring at a name. She’d looked it up and found an address. He was married, of course. It looked as though he even had a child now. A child he had wanted, unlike her, who apparently was nothing more than an inconvenience to his man-about-town ways. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling it slowly, the young girl tired to let all those feelings, all which anger that she didn’t even know she had float away. This man had made a decision and for better or worse it was one she had had to live with. A decision she had decided to take into her own hands and maybe change when after finding the offending address, decided to visit it. This was where she was right at that moment, standing outside the door trying to let the anger go, trying to push her mind to a place where she could understand. He’d not wanted a child then, but her mother had wanted her, had loved her and had given her all the strength and skills to attempt a life after she was gone. Years after she’d died, her Mother than gave her the chance to face her own biology. Face it, learn it and accept whatever the decision of that may be. It was...just allot harder to face something that could be another rejection when standing at its door about to knock. The idea to walk away had entered her mind, after all, what she never knew couldn’t possibly hurt her, could it? There was an answer to that question. An answer she would only know if she walked away, if she decided to close the door on him before he closed it on her, again. Taking another deep breath; holding it in her lungs whilst she closed her eyes and tried to push the middle of emotions aside, tried to find reason in the madness of anger, pain, uncertainty and hope. Hope. It was there, it was small and she’d done her best to squash it. It was, however, this hope that made the young Sturt raise her hand, ball it into a fist and knock firmly on the door in front of her.
  13. 2018 School Year Enrollment

    Holly Bennett
  14. Holly Bennett

    Holly Bennett
    Holly Katherine Bennett is the product of a roughly week long relationship between her Mother, Aromentia Roundtree, and a local man. Though brief Aro found herself pregnant and when confronting the father was told he had no interest in her or the baby. So for the first year of her life Holly only had her Mother, she doesn’t really remember this though as the Wizard her mum eventually married, Albert Bennett, treated her like his own. This section of her life was good, full of love and stability. Shortly after starting at Tallygarunga Holly’s Mother became seriously ill with the Dragon Pox. Despite the skill of the healers attending to her and being given all the care given to people with the illness, sadly Aromentia never recovered and the disease took her life. Holly’s Father could not cope with the loss of his beloved wife or raising a child and eventually the child services got involved. After many meetings and several steps to help the grieving widower and his child the decision was finally made that Holly would do better within another environment and taken from the home she had known all her life too that of a strange foster family. The last gift from her step-father was a tiny baby Ferret who she affectionately called Clive; the idea was that she would never be lonely with Clive by her side. Holly was placed with several foster families during this period, some good and some not so. This new change in her life caused the young girl to focus on her studies deciding that she would work and work hard to make something of her life and to rely on no one else but herself to make it so. Life went on and because of the status she was often left at Tallygarunga on the holidays, expect the summer ones. She found a way to make life work for her. Things rarely stay the same, though, and the two things she learnt on her seventieth birthday are a testament to this. The first was from her foster family. Since she had turned Seventeen and was considered an adult by the wizarding world, she was promptly told that at the of her seventh year she would have to make her own way in the world, that she would no longer have a home with them or any other family. The second came from the legal team that had dealt with her mother’s will and estate. It was a simple letter from her Mother detailing information about her biological father, including his name and where she might find him of she felt the need to look. It also contained a key to the vault where some money had been put back by her Mother for her. These announcements were bittersweet, but it gave her the keys needed to starting a life outside of Tallygarunga, and perhaps, even discovering her paternal family.
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