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midwestbramble · 5 months ago

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Angelica Folklore

Angelica artropurpurea

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Contents:

Overview

Folklore

Uses in Witchcraft

Safety Notes

Conclusion

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Overview

One plant that is easily confused with poison hemlock, the stem of Angelica is all purple with three leaflets on the stems that are divided 3 to 5 times. In Iowa, the Angelica atropurpurea species grows and has very similar characteristics. Angelica archangelica can be found all over the northern hemisphere including subarctic regions such as Lapland and Greenland. It is also a popular garden variety. It has a musky odor and a sweet taste, though if you are not sure do not taste as Hemlock is extremely deadly. This is a biannual plant, meaning that it only produces foliage in the first year and the second it produces a flower and goes to seed, dying back once they fall.

When it does flower, it’s usually in May and through to late August and early September. The flowers are semi-round umbels with tiny white, yellow or green flowers. it’s best to harvest when they are mature in late summer or early fall, gathering seeds in dry weather. You will easily find it in the same environment as poison hemlock, namely rich, wet soil.

Image made on Canva using photos from the Peterson Field Guide to Medicinal Plants of Eastern and Central North America.

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Folklore

-Archangel Michael-

Upon the onset of Christianity in Europe, a monk was visited by the archangel Michael who revealed to him the curative powers of the plant for the plague that was wrecking havoc on the local village. This also earned it the name “Holy Ghost Root.”

According to Catholic Tradition, St. Michael has four main responsibilities: 1) combat Satan, 2) escort the faithful to heaven after their death, 3) to be a champion of Christians and the Church, and 4) to call humans from life for judgement.

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Uses in Witchcraft

Angelica can be used in talismans to ward off evil and sickness. It is a protector, like Saint Michael, so can be hung, added to sachets and pouches, made into a wash, or a myriad of other workings. Try using it as a way to help ghosts cross over or ease ancestors into their afterlife.

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Safety Notes

High doses of angelica can cause increased photosensitivity, so it is recommended that sunbathing and other exposure to ultraviolet radiation be limited while using angelica regularly.

Due to its furanocoumarin content, angelica can cause photo sensitivity or photodermatitis. Do a patch test before using as a tea, and wear gloves while harvesting, especially if you are already sensitive to the sun.

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Conclusion

Angelica is one that can often be found in metaphysical stores, but if you can find it near you for free, why buy it? You can connect with this plant in a much deeper way when you can watch it through it's life cycle and chat with it as you pass by. Have you seen angelica around?

References:

Midwest Medicinal Plants by Lisa M. Rose

Herbal Academy's Intermediate Course Herbal Monograph

Images:

Title image made on Canva

The Fall of the Rebel Angels by Luca Giordano

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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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“Tangled up and tongue-tied...what have I become? Always got you on my mind -- you got me feeling dumb... And I’m tripping over my own feet, And I’m mad you got the best of me, Falling for you slowly...from a distance... I’m in love with someone who doesn’t know I exist -- I stare from afar -- in my hand, broken heart -- While I play pretend... I’m in love with someone who doesn’t know I exist, And it’s you -- yes, it’s true -- You don't even know it -- I can’t ever win...”

~“Invisible,” by Anna Clendening

x~x~x~x

“Thank you, Carewyn. You’re a credit to your house. …You know…I never really believed all those things people said, about your brother. He was a really good guy, from what I could see.”

“You knew Jacob?”

“Not very well…but he spoke very highly of you. I thought it was really sweet.”

~snippet of Carewyn’s Beginnings Act II, Part 2: The Black Quill in Gryffindor Tower

x~x~x~x

@ariparri’s meme charts post reminded me that I really haven’t done much content about Jacob and the girl who canonically crushed on him even in game, future Gryffindor Prefect Angelica Cole...so here we are! Angelica in her first year, sighing dreamily after the completely oblivious, way-more-focused-on-the-Cursed-Vaults sixth year Ravenclaw named Jacob Cromwell.

Although all three of the “Cursed Trio” -- Jacob Cromwell, Duncan Ashe, and Olivia Green -- ended up having their fair share of admirers, Jacob just as frequently intimidated his classmates as attracted them -- not because of his hot temper (which admittedly could get violent, if you threatened or hurt his loved ones), but because of his genius intellect and eccentric, hard-to-pin-down personality. For however passionate and brilliant Jacob is, he’s not a people person -- he lacks a lot of the insight toward human behavior that his boy best friend Duncan and younger sister Carewyn have, making it so Jacob can accidentally offend or upset people just by not properly reading their social cues. There have even been times where Jacob has completely missed someone’s sincerest attempt to flirt or ask him out altogether, leaving them feeling completely humiliated for their trouble. Combine this with Jacob’s frequent misbehavior and lack of interest in attending parties or in socializing at all aside from going out and doing off-the-wall things with his friends and the glaringly obvious sexual and romantic tension between Jacob and Duncan, and a lot of those people who did harbor any fond feelings for Jacob ultimately decided it was smarter to accept it was hopeless and try to get over him. It made it so many ultimately shifted their focus onto Jacob’s much more traditionally handsome, charming, and fashionable roommate, Gilderoy Lockhart. Hey, Lockhart might have been a complete tool and idiot compared to Jacob, but at least he wouldn’t make them feel quite so stupid for expressing their admiration for him.

One of those people who crushed hardest on Jacob, though -- as this picture demonstrates -- was Angelica.

Our future Gryffindor Prefect first collided with Jacob when she sat in at the Hogwarts Dueling Club’s first meeting that year, to watch her own older sister duel. Jacob wandered on in half-way through the meeting, only to thoroughly trounce everyone else there without breaking a sweat and then departing with an offhand “thanks!” for the fun he had.

Although the vast majority of the Dueling Club looked sour, Angelica was impressed, despite herself. Jacob hadn’t even used one traditional Dueling spell the entire time, instead using Switching Spells to quasi-“Apparate” around his opponents and melting the rubber in their shoes to stick them to the floor. It was then that her older sister told Angelica about Jacob and his pursuit of the Cursed Vaults with his friends, one of whom disappeared mysteriously the previous year. Intrigued, Angelica decided to tail Jacob and Duncan after spotting them sneaking around an abandoned hallway and ended up overhearing part of their conversation. Duncan’s voice had been very low, as if he’d been worried about being overheard, but Jacob at one point couldn’t stop his volume from rising out of pure emotion.

“They can’t get at me here, Ashe! Hogwarts is so well-protected, even old Moldyshorts hasn’t managed to get in yet. That’s the only reason they’re threatening Carewyn -- because she isn’t here, and because Mum can’t always be there...”

“Jacob -- ” Duncan started, but Jacob railroaded him.

"But I swear -- if they make one move toward my little sister, I won’t hesitate. I will kill every last ONE of those creeps before I let them touch Pip!”

Jacob stormed off down the hall, his fists clenched, and Duncan quickly pursued, still trying to talk him down. Angelica had had to hide behind a suit of armor in order to avoid them. Her racing heart was not just due to the rush of nearly being caught, though -- it was also a kind of girly admiration.

The “they” Jacob was talking about...could it be the Death Eaters? It had to be, right? The Death Eaters were the only people she knew of that could possibly be so dangerous, that they’d even possibly go after a child...and they were now threatening Jacob and his family? Was it because he’d been helping the teachers deal with the Cursed Vaults? Angelica had overheard Professor McGonagall wondering if the opening of the Cursed Vaults could be connected to You-Know-Who, somehow. And yet even with how terrifying the Death Eaters were, and how scared Jacob must’ve been for his sister’s safety...he spoke with such conviction, such fire. As if he would walk through the pits of Hell himself, just to keep his little sister from harm...

Angelica had never heard anyone speak so bravely about anything in her life.

From then on, Angelica found her heart skipping a beat every time she noticed Jacob in the halls. He’d frequently be with Duncan Ashe -- who definitely had spotted her eyeing his boy best friend a few times, to her utter chagrin -- but there were a few times Angelica caught sight of Jacob without Duncan in tow. Usually it was on his way to the Owlery -- Jacob both received and sent many letters, most of which seemed to be both from and to his mother. Angelica couldn’t help but swoon that bit more, seeing how warmly Jacob smiled while reading his mother’s letters. He clearly loved his mother very much too.

It was also clear how much Jacob loved his friends. Although Jacob had trouble discussing Olivia Green, the friend who’d mysteriously disappeared the previous year, with anybody, he was so open with his fondness of Duncan Ashe that it was hard to miss. Angelica tried to wean herself off of her crush by telling herself that Jacob probably had more romantic feelings for Duncan, however oblivious he clearly was both to it and to Duncan’s even more obvious affections for him. But the first year Gryffindor got the feeling that Jacob was so oblivious about how he felt about Duncan partially because of how deeply he loved everyone in his life. Jacob already seemed like the kind of person who threw his whole heart into everything he did -- would it really be that surprising if he likewise threw his whole heart into loving his friends and family? And that thought only made Angelica’s heart flutter more -- as well as prompted several fanciful daydreams about what it might be like, if he ever saw her that way. Then maybe he’d serenade her the way she’d once heard him sing for Duncan just before Christmas break that year, after gifting him a Muggle record by someone he called Barbra Streisand --

“Love...soft as an easy chair... Love...fresh as the morning air... One love that is shared by two I have found with you...”

Jacob had only sung one of the songs from the record because Duncan wouldn’t be able to play it at Hogwarts -- but Duncan’s face seemed to relax noticeably, listening to his boy best friend sing. Angelica lamented afterward that Jacob wasn’t in the Frog Choir -- then maybe she’d have more chances to hear him sing like that again.

Much like many of the other people who nurtured crushes on Jacob, Angelica remained a silent observer, too apprehensive to approach. She did, though, finally muster up enough courage to at least send Jacob a Valentine that February. Unfortunately, that day Jacob had arrived at breakfast very late, making it so that the note ended up getting intercepted by Duncan instead, when the owl went searching for Jacob at the Ravenclaw table. Angelica felt like she wanted to melt away into the table when the sixth year Slytherin boy’s eyes swiveled over to her at the Gryffindor table nearby. They then hardened significantly with both reproach and something oddly territorial as he approached the much younger girl.

“Angelica, is it?” he said.

Angelica’s shoulders came up beside her head as she looked up at the older boy standing on the other side of the table. Duncan was taller than Jacob, and his gaze and posture were both rather intimidating. She opened her mouth, ready to stammer out a response, but Duncan cut her off.

“I’m sure you don’t mean any harm,” he said lowly, “but Jacob’s got a lot to deal with right now, and he really doesn’t have time to think about dating or romance...”

“I didn’t want that, I -- ” stammered Angelica desperately. Her voice then instantly seemed to trail off self-consciously. “I -- I just...wanted to let him know...how I feel...that’s all...”

Duncan gave her a bewildered look. “‘How you feel?’ What, that you love him or something?”

Angelica felt her cheeks burning as she looked down at her feet. Duncan brought a hand over his eyes and shook his head.

“Merlin’s pants...” he muttered to himself, before bending down over the table and speaking a bit more quietly. “Angelica -- if I may be frank -- Jacob doesn’t know who you are. You’re not in the same house -- you don’t share classes. You haven’t even spoken to him. How could anyone react to a confession based on that? Other than with discomfort? You don’t know him, aside from what you’ve seen as an observer. You don’t know his bad habits, his flaws, his pet peeves -- you’ve never once made him lose his temper, nor make him smile -- you’ve never known his protection, his loyalty, or his friendship. You’ve never dealt with him when he’s violent, nor supported him when he’s in trouble, nor comforted him when he’s cried. You don’t know his family or his past -- how could you, if he hasn’t told you about them himself? You don’t know his dreams -- his motivations -- his fears or his demons -- his greatest insecurities. His heroes, his idols -- the celebrities he’s fancied -- the people he hates more than anything. What he wants to do with his life, after graduation. You don’t know why he wears ripped jeans, or why he’s grown out his hair -- why he hasn’t joined the Frog Choir or the Slug Club or the Dueling Club, even after being invited multiple times. You don’t even know why he’s going after the Cursed Vaults at all! You don’t know his heart, nor his mind...let alone the soul that somehow surpasses them both.”

Despite both his harsh affect and his own pride, sincere pain and adoration for Jacob seemed to leak out from the corners of Duncan’s eyes and voice as he spoke. Angelica felt her heart crumple up like wet paper at the bottom of her chest, just listening to him.

“You don’t know him, Angelica. However strong your feelings might feel to you, they’re not even half so strong as they should be, to be called love. It’s hardly even ‘liking,’ considering you've only done it based on just what you can see from the outside. And sadly...for however brilliant his mind is and however unconditional his love for his family is...Jacob is not someone who would be able to articulate that to you.”

Duncan’s dark eyes became a little smaller upon Angelica’s face.

“Again...I’m sure you don’t mean any harm, and that you did this purely on some romantic whim. But please, for your sake and Jacob’s...just don’t.”

At that moment, Jacob finally stumbled into the Great Hall. His robes were even messier than usual and his face seemed very haggard and exhausted -- almost as if he hadn’t slept all night.

With a quick look toward the door, Duncan pocketed Angelica’s note in his robes and then immediately swept over to Jacob, bringing both of his hands onto his friend’s shoulders to help support him as Jacob forced on a smile and the two headed over to their table. Angelica herself watched the two boys leave, feeling rather nauseous with the effort of biting back her tears, before she grabbed her bag and ran out of the Great Hall altogether.

However mean Duncan had been, Angelica did come to see after a good cry that he was right. She’d never been brave enough to even approach Jacob, let alone talk to him, so of course she couldn’t really know him, aside from what he let people see. Of course Jacob wouldn’t know how to react to her blaring out a love confession seemingly out of nowhere -- Angelica hadn’t really stopped to think about that at the time, but as she got older, she would cringe, thinking about how such a socially inept, and yet still sincerely good-hearted person would react, to a love confession from a girl five years younger than him. Why, Angelica was closer in age to Jacob’s little sister than she was to him. And well, as much as Angelica hated thinking about it, she’d always known that her crush was doomed to be unrequited. She’d started fancying Jacob in the first place because of how courageous he’d sounded, talking about protecting his sister, Carewyn -- and yet the entire time she’d sighed after him, Angelica hadn’t ever felt enough courage to go up to Jacob and just say “hello.” And no lasting relationship could be built on that unstable of a foundation.

Following Duncan’s death and Jacob’s mysterious disappearance, most of Hogwarts found themselves thinking the worst of Jacob. It was kind of hard not to, considering just how many seemingly normal and innocent people around that time had been exposed as Voldemort supporters...and well, with Jacob’s suspicious appearances in Knockturn Alley and expulsion, it was widely theorized that he had to have been involved in something incredibly Dark. Many surmised Dumbledore wouldn’t have expelled such an academically brilliant student if he hadn’t.

As Angelica later told Carewyn, though, she had a lot of trouble agreeing with any of this. Even as she grew older and she took off the rose-colored glasses she wore while crushing on Jacob, Angelica still had the nagging feeling that Jacob was a sincerely good person, deep down. And a good person like that would never become a Dark wizard, Angelica thought to herself -- a belief that turned out to be well-founded, as it turned out, when Jacob miraculously reappeared two years after Angelica’s graduation, somehow looking just the same as when he’d disappeared. Even if Angelica knows she really didn’t know Jacob that well back then and her feelings for Jacob have since mellowed out to simple admiration rather than anything romantic, she definitely took some comfort, knowing that her old schoolgirl crush was truly as noble and brave of a person as she’d thought he was.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #jacob #jacob cromwell #angelica cole #my writing #duncan ashe #olivia green #carewyn cromwell #lane cromwell #hey duncan could've been a lot meaner angelica #you were sending valentine's to his -boy- best friend who was currently being threatened by a magical terrorist organization #and honestly had no brain space or people skills to kindly deal with turning down a sweet naive little first year #jacob definitely would've accidentally hurt angelica's feelings if he'd gotten her note XD;#so as mean as duncan might've been and however much it was partially jealousy and overprotectiveness that motivated him #his sentiment *was* kind of right if not the most sensitive #damn it this is why these two boys need olivia she's the soft-spoken and patient one #she would've been much gentler with wittle angie #yes I like making mental comparisons to angelica crushing on jacob to sakura crushing on yukito #tiny girl crushing on a boy who is so OBVIOUSLY in a relationship with a guy his age you poor naive thing #but truly don't feel too bad for angelica she got over jacob <3 #she just keeps a soft spot for him since he was her first crush :3

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