Full Name: Isabelle Prudence Baddock (née Howard)
Nicknames: Belle or Isa
Birthdate: 30th June 1851
Current Age: 31
Occupation: N/A
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Wand: apple wood, 9", whippy, unicorn hair
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle
Family:
Father | George Kingston Howard; 62; Ravenclaw Alumnus – Architect
Mother | Georgiana Anne Howard (née Darcy); 55; Hufflepuff Alumnus – Housewife
Eldest Brother | Reginald George Howard; 36; Ravenclaw Alumnus – Lawyer for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Sister-in-law | Bernadette Helene Howard; 32; N/A – Housewife
Niece | Clementine Maude Howard; 12; Gryffindor – Student
Nephew | George Reginald Howard; 10; N/A – Child
Niece | Henriette Cybille Howard; 7; N/A – Child
Elder Brother | Ezra Lawrence Howard; 32; Hufflepuff Alumnus – Investigator for the Improper Use of Magic Office
Younger Sister | Caroline Honore Cullen (née Howard); 23; Squib – Housewife
Brother-in-law | Augustus Byron Cullen; 30; Ravenclaw Alumnus – Lawyer for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Nephew | William Augustus Cullen; 2; N/A – Child
Husband: James Edward Baddock; 37; Gryffindor Alumnus – School Board Governor
Step-Daughter | Irina Simplice Baddock; 18; Gryffindor – Student
Daughter | Charity Temperance Baddock; 11; Hufflepuff – Student
Son | Baby Boy Baddock; 0; N/A – N/A
Appearance: Considered a beauty by most before (and after) her marriage, Isabelle possesses sunshine golden hair; sparkling and serious blue eyes; and a dainty nose and mouth. One’s first impression upon gazing at Isabelle is how fragile and fair she appears. Her flawless, fair skin; her small and pink rounded lips, and her average-sized frame of 5’5” all bespoke her beauty and how those view and criticize her exterior. Isabelle’s wand hand is her right hand. Her style of dress is usually quite feminine and light, but truthfully, she has no preference when it comes to clothing unless it was for an important society event.
History: On a blistering, hot summer night of June 1851, sat Mr. and Mrs. George Howard entertaining their young boys with a bedtime tale before they fell into peaceful slumber containing sweet dreams and refurbished hopes. Mrs. Howard, a woman whom used to be the daughter of a noble and his lady before she was disowned for inappropriately and discreetly eloping with a Middle-Class gentleman whilst with child, was pregnant with their third child; and Georgiana would be lying to herself if she confessed that she cared not for the gender of the babe. After gaining two sons, George and Georgiana were rather fervently hoping for a daughter to dote upon and cherish. They have two sons, so they are aware of a little boy’s quirks and oddities, but what of a young girl’s?
It was not soon after the young boys retired to bed of when Mr. and Mrs. Howard retired themselves; but they only gained two hours sleep before Georgiana was awakened by labor pains, shaking her husband to fetch the midwife, and quickly. For her young sons sakes’, Georgiana attempted to lower her little yells and gasps of pain with the intention of not filling their young minds with concern for their suffering mother. The birth occurred as easily as any other birth does, but it was with the midwife’s assistance that brought an adorable little, squirming babe into Mr. and Mrs. Howard’s lives, and apparently the aforementioned squirming babe was female.
“What are we to name her, my love?,” Georgiana inquired of her husband, whom was just entranced by their first daughter as she was; the only difference being that she had tears of joy trickling down her face whilst her husband just gazed on intently, amazement in his blue orbs that so much resembled that of his newborn daughter’s. “Isabelle,” he uttered out softly, his gaze unwavering from the babe’s tiny form and frame, “Isabelle Prudence Howard, after my late younger sister.” Thus, the young babe was christened Isabelle Prudence.
Isabelle proved to be a curious young girl at the tender age of one when she began toddling around on her short legs and discovering herself in mischief. If she heard an odd noise, she would seek out the source of the sound; if she saw something that was unfitting with the scenery, she would make it her duty to set it to rights again. Overall, Isabelle’s young life consisted of discovering the ways of the universe whilst also being chastised by her mother for wandering off without consulting her or running about without proper foot garments to protect her feet. Isabelle’s father found his daughter’s curiosities endearing and always sought out to broaden her knowledge range with little riddles and questions as he was in the thorough belief that young brains steadily and properly developed when presented with knowledge early in life. As for the treatment she receives from her elder brothers, Isabelle has a normal brother/sister relationship with both Reginald and Ezra. The boys are reluctant to invite Isabelle to join their play and enjoyment because she was a female, and girls were inhumane and an oddity; Isabelle pouted and whimpered because of aforementioned elder brothers shunning her presence because of her sex. However, as the Howard children matured physically and mentally, they came to realize how immature their squabbles as children were, and both Reginald and Ezra apologized profusely to their younger sister a month before her eleventh birthday.
Indeed, the Howards’ were a magical family, but there were plenty of scenarios in the family to where the pureblood Howards would marry and procreate with muggles and muggleborns for many generations; thus, the Howard blood lineage has continually been Halfblood for quite some time. An example of the familial scenario would be halfblood Mr. George Howard marrying and procreating with muggleborn Miss Georgiana Darcy, daughter of a noble, Sir Reginald, and his lady, Lady Esmé. This arrangement and procreation caused Mr. and Mrs. Howard’s youngest daughter, Caroline (Isabelle was introduced to her younger sister at the age of six), to possess no magical blood within her veins due to her maternal family’s lineage. Thus, Isabelle possessed something her younger sister didn’t, and in September of 1863, she along with her elder brothers flooed to a magical institution named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Isabelle’s first year was a year of wonder for her. Of course, her father has been brought up around magic and has instilled some knowledge of his world into her conscience, but it was her mother’s discomfort (Mrs. Howard, though fairly hurt and angry that her husband had not revealed all that was about him before they married, accepted her husband’s wizardry, but she was a bit weary of a world that she had never even known existed until her husband’s great presence in her life) that was the cause of the Howard children knowing very little of their father’s world when they entered Hogwarts. Nonetheless, the Howard children flourished within their paternal family’s universe.
Isabelle years of education were mostly spent socializing, studying, and creating new bonds or friendships. Being a sociable, bright, and bubbly young girl in the Hufflepuff house, this was no surprise until the summer before her fourth year when she decided to become a tad wiser and forsake childish things. Half of her friends and classmates deemed the age thirteen as much too young to begin preparing herself for marriage and etiquette, whilst the other half welcomed Isabelle’s alteration in bubbly personality to a kind and patient young woman of society. Which side did Isabelle choose? She chose the latter of the groups due to desiring to be in the presence of good influences and mature young people. However, it would be anyone’s guess to realize that the beginning of Isabelle’s maturity began over the summer before her fourth year when her menstrual cycle began. When her mother and she discussed the topic of what was altering within her ever-changing figure, Isabelle felt that when a woman came to possess their monthly, it was time to become mature and begin deciphering the future, no matter how far the future may be. This knowledge she made an oath to inform her own daughter should she bear one.
In her sixth year, Isabelle was approached by three gentlemen that had an avid interest in dancing with her at the Hogwarts Coming Out Ball. Flattered, but slightly weary, Isabelle had danced all three dances with the gentlemen, and thought that the dances and conversation would be enough to satiate the young men’s desire to be in her presence; but this was not to be true. The contents of the letters she received from the three gentlemen a week after the Ball contained marriage proposals and the oath that she shall be happy and content should she consent to be the wife of one of them. The family was astonished that the gentlemen had not the decency to get better acquainted with Isabelle or acquiring permission from Mr. Howard for her hand in marriage, but no one was more shocked than Isabelle herself. How indecent they are!, she would mentally argue within, I am a young lady of sixteen, barely even eligible for marriage and courtship, and they thought they possessed the right to propose to me without even consulting my father’s consent?! Enraged, Isabelle, with the assistance of her mother, sat down to write letters to each of the three gentlemen to decline their proposals with the statement of why she would rather become a spinster than be the wife of either one of them. Of course, her mother forced and persuaded with her eldest daughter to delete the part in the letter of how she’d rather become a spinster with the excuse that she was protecting Isabelle from jinxing herself.
During the summer of 1868, a mere few days after her seventeenth name day, Isabelle was invited by one of her dear friends to spend the remainder of her summer holiday in Kent. With her mother and father’s consent, Isabelle was sent by floo to her female friend’s residence until the first of September. It was during Isabelle’s stay in Kent with her friend when she became acquainted with a gentleman named Mr. James Baddock at a garden party arranged by one of the more influential wizarding families of the Middle-Class in Kent. He was gazing at her from across the lawn, chocolate-brown eyes scrutinizing from afar, and making her quite uncomfortable. Isabelle pretended to not notice the man with a cane and a decent and appeasing appearance with such a penetrating gaze by socializing and generally being a young woman of society, but it was difficult. After quite an exhausting hour, the man was introduced by Isabelle’s friend’s elder brother as James Baddock, and Isabelle curtseyed politely as was expected of her. They then proceeded to spend the remainder of the party socializing and getting better acquainted with one another. From that very day, she learned that Mr. Baddock was a man of five-and-twenty, a member of the School Board Governors, had a young daughter aged six years whom had lost her mother in childbirth, and was now searching for ideal female candidates to become his second wife as well as a maternal figure for his daughter. To say the least, Isabelle then spent the majority of the week after the garden party wondering if she qualified to become his envisioning of the perfect wife and mother.
When September approached, Isabelle entered her seventh year proudly announcing and documenting the fact that she had spent the majority of the summer in the presence of a good-looking and decent gentleman. It was in August when she realized that Mr. Baddock’s attentions and correspondences were his attempts to seek out a new bride for himself and a mother for his young daughter. Due to Isabelle’s immense liking and attraction to the gentleman, she sought out to be mature, kind, and bright when in Mr. Baddock’s presence. Of course, she had neglected to mention that she was still attending school, so Mr. Baddock had been astonished when she announced that he would have to be content with corresponding through letters. Isabelle had become concerned when three months had passed without receiving a letter from Mr. Baddock, but her worries of being seen as a child in Mr. Baddock’s eyes diminished when he wrote at the beginning of the fourth month, begging her forgiveness as well as stating how terribly busy he was now that he was officially a School Board Governor. After she gracefully accepted his apologies and congratulated him on his success, she and Mr. Baddock kept a steady correspondence throughout the rest of Isabelle’s school year until the day she graduated.
Mr. Baddock, whom had pleasantly surprised Isabelle by appearing at the Hogwarts Coming Out Ball, had proposed a courtship between the two of them and Isabelle readily consented when he mentioned how he had indeed consulted her father’s permission beforehand. For the duration of the 1869 Season (where the majority of witches and wizards flocked to a particular spot in London to be amongst those of their own kind), Mr. Baddock and Isabelle courted until he proposed marriage to her, which she accepted without delay. In early September of 1869, Isabelle was no longer Isabelle Prudence Howard, but rather Isabelle Prudence Baddock.
Mr. Baddock (to which he now beseeched her to refer to him as James or Jay now that they were properly married to be on first name basis) and Isabelle wasted no time if procreating as the new Mrs. Baddock became pregnant so early in their marriage that there was gossip among society of there being inappropriate behavior before they were married, but this was not the case as both Isabelle and James knew. Due to her husband’s occupation consuming a majority of his time away from home, Isabelle’s only two companions were James’s eldest and only daughter and the young girl’s governess. It was blatantly obvious to Isabelle that her step-daughter Irina, whom she found to be highly adventurous and energetic, had taken an immense dislike of her because of her new position as the girl’s parent. However, Irina’s dislike did not quench Isabelle’s desire to connect with the young girl. Isabelle possessed no desire to replace the girl’s mother (as that would be nearly next to impossible), but she did yearn to at least have a civil relationship with Irina without tension or hatred present. Being with child at the time, the thought of Irina shunning her company made her emotional and sent her to tears, but she still prospered on.
On the fifth of June in the year of 1870, Isabelle gave birth to a squirming and adorable newborn girl whom she named Charity Temperance Baddock; Charity after her great-great grandmother and Temperance for James’s grandmother. In Isabelle’s eyes, Charity’s birth came at an inconvenient time when their wealth was not as great as it should have been, and because of her father putting forth his effort into this career to build up their wealth. Though Isabelle was aware of Irina’s dislike of her, she still allowed the young girl to enter the nursery (when she was present, of course) to gaze upon her younger sister; she even sat Irina in a chair in order to hold Charity. Those moments in the nursery were the times Isabelle ever truly felt connected to Irina; all due to Charity’s presence in their lives.
In 1872, when the family removed themselves to the countryside (to be near Isabelle’s family) for the Christmas Holidays, Irina was attacked by a werewolf. The house was not very spacious (not very soundproof either), but the woods surrounding the dwelling were, and apparently Irina spotted something within the trees and decided to seek out the source of the shadow. Isabelle, whom had just laid Charity down to rest, was readying herself for slumber herself until she heard a familiar shrill scream come from outside her window. “James!,” she bellowed out in a fearful tone, her face having gone very pallid and her voice quivering. Running down the hallways of the small vacation home, she collided into James who steadied her, and inquired of the cause of her chaotic demeanor. That’s when she mutely pointed Irina’s wide-open chamber door and the same shrill, panicked scream that followed. After having quickly fetched his wand and rifle, James hurried out into the frigid cold and snowy night to come to his young daughter’s rescue, while Isabelle fretfully awaited their return by Charity’s side, running her fingers through the slumbering two-year-olds blond hair and delicate, rosy skin.
It was just after midnight, the beginning of Christmas day, when Isabelle heard the door softly shut and the whimper of a frightened child. At the sound of Irina’s vulnerability, Isabelle hastily (and quietly) took leave of Charity’s room and down the stairs to find a young girl clutching her father for dear life, and James grasping her just as tightly. “Oh, good Heavens, child,” she whispered to herself as she found a gash on the young girl’s bottom lip and near her knee. Taking out her wand, Isabelle nonverbally healed all of Irina’s wounds (including the bruises that were not shown but Isabelle knew they were there), before her hand gestured to the stairs to indicate that James to tuck her into bed. Before James entered Irina’s chambers, Isabelle paused briefly in the door to place a kiss upon the young girl’s head and whispered emotionally, “Oh, I am so relieved that you were not horribly injured.”; but Irina never responded, whether from her own intentions or from fear, Isabelle did not know, but she did know that Irina had heard her utter out the words of affection and sincerity.
After making tea and placing the cookies for Father Christmas to consume, Isabelle sat down in the only drawing room the vacation home possessed, and awaited James’s arrival. She desired to know what it was that had attacked dear Irina. Hearing the door open, Isabelle whipped around to face weary and hard brown eyes as she uttered out, “What was it that attacked our dear girl?” With a hard edge to his voice, James answered before angrily biting into a sugar cookie, “A damn werewolf, that’s what it was, my love.” Isabelle inaudibly took a sharp intake of breath as she continued to decipher James’s words and observe her husband consume the Christmas cookies. It was near three in the morning when the silence was filled by James announcing he would be retiring to bed, and Isabelle followed behind mutely. To say the least, Irina’s experience has caused her to possess a fear towards werewolves or any kind of species connected to it. Isabelle so respected the young girl’s fear that she even went so far as to deny Charity (her favored daughter) a puppy they passed in a shop window one day in 1874.
In 1877, three months after her younger sister’s wedding to a Mr. Augustus Cullen (a wizard she had introduced her sister to a year ago that was not prejudice against squibs and muggleborns), James (whom had succeeded in gaining a wealth status both he and his wife were satisfied with) and Isabelle began hearing word of a magical establishment being built near Hogwarts. Curious, James left his family for a short amount of time (a month, to be exact) to find how much truth there was to this rumor, and returned home with positive information. There was, indeed, a wizarding village being established, but the Baddocks’ were far too content within their dwelling in London to remove themselves; not when their girls were so well settled and suited to their home.
In 1878, the Baddocks’ were nearly discovered as witches and wizards when in public Charity accidentally displayed her magical powers by levitating a teacup at a garden party they were invited to. Quite concerned for the safety for their children, James and Isabelle packed their belongings and removed themselves to Hogsmeade. The town was still undergoing progress so there was quite a bit of clutter, but the house they purchased, a good deal more spacious and better built than their home in London, was enough to silence their complaints. As long as Hogsmeade continued to strive toward being a neat and orderly establishment, there would be no complaint from its residents.
In June of 1881, Charity acquired her acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since her daughter’s eleventh name day, Isabelle began fretting over Charity’s departure to Hogwarts. What if something terrible should go awry and Charity ended up in some stranger’s home that would cause the search of her whereabouts difficult? What if Charity should leave behind anything she may need? What if Charity should get teased by the students? The ‘what ifs’ were a continuous list that exasperated her husband enough that he would amusedly laugh and assure her that Charity would be fine. She was a mature young lady of eleven, and that perhaps the separation from her parents would be a positive impression upon Charity for it meant that she would have to fend and be independent in her own way. This would be an important life lesson for Charity. With these assurances to bear in mind, Isabelle still found no consolation in the truth of her husband’s words. She still continued to excessively worry over Charity’s wellbeing at Hogwarts.
In November of 1881, Isabelle announced to her husband and daughters that she was with child once again. This was an exciting prospect for Charity because this was her first younger sibling, but Isabelle caught Irina’s weariness and vowed to herself to let the young woman (for that is what she was now) know that just because she would be bearing her father another child does not mean she intends to steal her father away from her. She and Irina’s relationship had not gone anywhere near friendship or cordialness like Isabelle intended for it to be; it got rather more tensioned and cold instead. Ever since she had introduced the idea of fetching a tutor from France to aid the young woman in her studies, Irina had taken the idea in an inappropriate and unladylike manner (much to Isabelle’s chagrin and befuddlement), and Isabelle had never brought about the subject once more. It was as if Isabelle had suggested that they send Irina to France for her education, but that idea had never even crossed Isabelle’s conscience until the young woman had mentioned it. As much as her husband complimented her on being such a caring and loving mother and wife, she felt she had failed to be the maternal figure in Irina’s life, or at least be the woman Irina trusted enough to where she would seek out Isabelle should she desire advice or a companion when she became lonely.
However, now that Irina has been drafted for the Hogsmeade Trail, a fearful occurrence she had been prepared for since the Daily Prophet’s informational article of women being drafted for the expedition along with men (a prospect that nearly caused Isabelle to faint), Isabelle has, despite the disadvantage of being heavily pregnant, attempted to send crucial items to Irina to assist the woman in preparing for her journey. She had received no note of gratitude or thanks from Irina which was proof that the young woman had either felt she had not use for objects sent to her from step-mother or she was just generally being unkind, a phase Isabelle has come to acknowledge with grace rather than disappointment and failure.
Personality: Isabelle is quite an optimist woman with her children’s best interests at heart. As a thoughtful and caring woman, she can be quite disappointed and discontent when she receives not positive or loving gesture or display in return. Isabelle can easily adapt to any role thrown her way and is within her element when she is out-of-doors, basking in the rays of sunlight and amongst the floral aroma of roses and lilies. Isabelle is hardworking and does not willingly give up on a task she applies herself to. A more frugal woman could not be found. Due to feeling languorous when not committing herself to a certain task, Isabelle is more than willing to take one of her older, worn out gowns and alter it into something new and in style. Isabelle is also quite charitable, and were it not due to her feeling horrible about using her husband’s money he strived for, she would gladly donate money for children’s welfare and tuition for Hogwarts.
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