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It all started the summer of her fifth year, during her annual visit at the magidental clinic. Her dentalmage bid her open her mouth and had been less than impressed by the sight.
"Still grinding your teeth dear?" she sighed in resignation.
"It's the stress!" Millicent felt the need to defend herself, because it was. Hogwarts was literally getting on her nerves. Every interaction with a sentient being within that castle had her gritting her teeth in a bid for patience and restraint. It worked poorly.
"I'm not exactly sure what kind of stress a 15 year old witch could experience to have her teeth look like that of a 40 year old mafia accountant," the mage replied tartly "but this has got to change or you will need to be magically braced."
Millicent, ready to protest against this clear case of gaslighting felt herself go cold. She wouldn't.
"You wouldn't," she whispered.
"Oh I would, and I will, count this as your final warning. You better start relaxing soon, missy!"
Which is how Millicent found herself deep into research mode all through summer, looking into meditation techniques. She'd scoffed at the idea at first, but after a dramatic few days with her mom ranting over her mysteriously disappearing Codeine Draughts she'd reluctantly set out to look for answers in mind magic and give her ringing ears a break. This manor house wasn't meant to handle two stressed witches.
While looking into the mind arts of Indian witchcraft, which had the best and oldest treatises on the matter, she'd stumbled upon something potentially life-changing: the Nirmita. According to some of these old sages, a relaxed mind could perform feats of wandless magic which would ordinarily overtax even the magically overcharged e.g animagi, patronus etc. She felt Doubt but continued reading. Then her eyes widened at a passage.
"A Nirmita, or Tulpa, is a projection of the person and will act as an independent entity which the enlightened being could send into the world..."
'Wait...That's it!' She thought, gears turning at full speed in her adolescent brain. The solution to all her problems was offered to her in this crumbling tome.
Contrary to popular belief, Millicent wasn't thick. In fact she had enough self-awareness to know that most of her anger issues were down to sexual frustration. It didn't help that the shower attachments at Hogwarts were medieval/American (fixed to the wall), and the water pressure literally depended on the weather. You can see where this is going, but let me spell it out anyway.
Who better to eat your pussy like a champ than your own sexually frustrated mind projection in full physical form?
Millicent now had a goal in life. She had work to do.
6 months later
At last the time had come to clone herself. Millicent smiled placidly. She did most things placidly these days, having become the zen master she set out to be that fateful summer night.
She concentrated placidly, very hard but also lightly, full of the serene and smug confidence that comes with spiritual enlightenment. She pushed with her mind. Her mind shuddered, vibrated and shifted a little to the left. She felt her third eye pried open, and finally, there it was. Her Tulpa revealed herself to her.
Her third eye blinked. The Tulpa blinked back.
"You know why you're here right?"
The Tulpa nodded.
"So... are we making out or what?"
The Tulpa smiled.
Millicent had an amazing time at Hogwarts her last years. Her dentalmage loved her. She wafted around the place with the perpetual air of someone who had 3 orgasms before breakfast and countless more before bedtime (she actually did count, she had a spreadsheet, a timer spell, and a mind willing to generate ever more creative masturbation-themed challenges, fuelled by a newfound will to live).
Many whispered in derision at her perpetually smiling face, it was unbecoming of a Slytherin! But it was obvious jealousy. The smart ones could spot an orgasm-haver and tried to get in on The Secret.
At first she played mysterious, but then her newly enlightened mind pushed her to think deeper about things. Like altruism, or legacy. She gathered adepts. And slowly her influence spread, as more converted and adopted her doctrines, they too could gain the arcane and forgotten knowledge of tulpamancy.
Millicent of the Tulpa became legend at Hogwarts, and for generations to come, many a stressed and orgasm-less student invoked her name and completed the Twelve Challenges (culminating in the Edging of Doom), all in the hopes of being bestowed the kindness of repeated, blessed stress-relief via tulpa assisted Little Death.