A.N. — It's thanks to Rita Skeeter that we even have the name of Hagrid's mother. And it's thanks to J.K. Rowling that I get to tackle yet another parent/parental figure who's either canonically absent or lacking in child-rearing skills. Today's character checks both boxes.
341. Fridwulfa
Everything and everyone around Fridwulfa was just so short. She missed tall things: trees and mountains, even other giants. Fridwulfa's husband told her about muggle skyscrapers, then showed pictures as proof when she scoffed. It just made her disgruntled; artificially tall objects were an affront that rubbed her the wrong way.
She missed her original colony, the longer she spent in the land of humans. Fridwulfa had tried to carve a life for herself in this foreign world, settle down with a loving family, but she had to stop lying to herself — she could never truly call this place home.