daisy hookum. former hufflepuff, current almost author. everyday getting closer to the next big idea. lives with her plants, lives for tea and warm company. a soul as warm as a star.
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@tildenhearsatoot
“What? Nooo, you look great, ba---Tilden!” Daisy thought he looked more than just great. There were a plethora of adjectives she could have used for him, but great seemed like the safest word. “Do you think I look okay? We’ll fit right in at the soiree, right?”
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@clara-bcnes
“Look, I’m not trying to put words in your mouth, but your face kind of says it all. It’s just bad, huh? I’m burning it, do you have a trashcan?” If there was anyone’s opinion that mattered to Daisy more than Tilden’s, it had to be Clara’s. And the look on her face was indecipherable, which could have only meant that her newly drafted manuscript was bad. “I can’t write. I should just quit!”
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@lucas-avery
“Lucas, I am going to complain! I have missed you and you haven’t visited in forever!” Daisy hugged Avery super tight. Amidst the chaos she read about in the news, it always felt good to have a familiar face around her, and even he had been distant. “You’re not allowed to leave me anymore, you hear me?”
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@ofbrokenwands
“But hear me out, Hestia! Just hear me out.” The words next were slowly coming as the rum going to Daisy first. Hanging out with her best friend often involved a drink of choice for the night, and then something dumb to follow right after. “What if...your official title was....songer?” She sat straight faced and tried to compose her. “It’s so much easier on the tongue, don’t you think?”
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@bcnfenwick
“This is so exciting! So, I got my hands on a Muggle newspaper the other day, and look at this!” She thrust the paper into Benjy’s face, the grin on her face bright. “Their pictures don’t move! And I also found this! It’s called...a flo--floppy disk, I think? It goes inside a...computer, I think? The clerk at the store looked at me all weird, but whatever! What do you think?”
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Name: Daisy Hookum
Age: 23
Former House: Hufflepuff
Affiliation: Neutral
Profession: Aspiring writer/radio host
Daisy came from an only child halfblood family; her mom and dad are both halfbloods, with no known Muggle relatives. Needless to say, Daisy didn’t know much about the Muggle world.
She was a true and blue Hufflepuff; kind and helpful and always smiling, working hard and harder in all her classes. While she wasn’t the smartest, she was definitely ardent in her school work.
She befriended Tilden Toots, and now they’re something of a question mark.
Muggle Studies was clearly her favourite subject in school; she took to it, fascinated by Muggle objects far more than she was by the magic that surrounded her her entire life.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Daisy took some time to herself. She decided to stay at home, and help Tilden with his little radio show, that she accidentally became a part of, sometime around it’s inception.
In her off time, she decided to write a book that would become a bestseller. She’s feeling her writing, you guys!
That’s all I have for her so far, feel free to love.
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Daisy didn’t mean to laugh, but the scene before did bring some sort of hilarity to the otherwise dreary topic she was dealing with, right now. Any distraction was welcome right now. That chuckle faded into a smile and she looked down at her notebook again, till the shadow looming over caught her attention. Not a confrontational person by nature, the girl swallowed her hesitation, but didn’t really dare to look up.
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Victoria Pedretti at the Netflix FYSEE Event For The Haunting Of Hill House.
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Victoria Pedretti in Uncovering Eden (2015)
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I feel a bit clearer now. Everything’s been out of order ― time, I mean. I thought for so long that time was like a line, that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another. And on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning… and the end. But I was wrong ― it’s not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or… the snow. Or confetti.
Victoria Pedretti as Eleanor Crain in The Haunting of Hill House (2018)
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