In-Character
Full Name: Leopold Stokeworth TrelawneyNicknames: Leo
Birthdate: October 9th, 1865
Current Age: 23
Occupation: Crime & Politics Reporter for The Daily Prophet
Reputation: 6
Residence: London
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Alumnus (‘77-’84)
Wand: Blackthorn, twelve inches, with a unicorn tail hair. Swishy.
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Working Class
Family:
Freya Trelawney, Mother [1838-1884]Appearance:
Sarah Townsend nee Trelawney, Sister [1857], and family
Cassandra Trelawney, Sister [1858], and bastard
Miriam Trelawney, Sister [1862]
Abraham Trelawney, Sister [1866]
Matthew Trelawney, Brother [1882-1883]
History:Leo stands at rather an underwelming five feet, five inches with a broad, though not particularly well-constructed, build. Grey eyes are set against a pale complexion, and Leo’s topped with blonde hair. He prefers muggle attire befitting his station, given how frequently he must move about muggle London. Leo is left-handed.
Personality:I was born in 1865. Of course, I don’t remember it—no one ever does—but still, as the only boy born to my mother for some time, it was rather an exciting affair, by all accounts. Though you would not know it to look on be now, I was born to some means for, in spite of my mother’s...indiscretions over the years, her parents did dote upon her children for a number of years. It is from them, I think, that I inherited my forgiving nature, though even they had their limits: even before my first memory, a straw did indeed break the camel’s back, and we five (by now, my sister Abraham had joined us) were headed for a different life indeed.Leopold Trelawney: The Memoir No One Asked For
The earliest thing I can remember is, in fact, my very first act of magic. It took place when I was five years old, and was nothing particularly exciting—I merely lit a candle from across the room. Still, it was the first indication about me that I might have some effect (however small) upon the world, and, though perhaps this is merely nostalgia speaking, I relished it.
We moved to Hogsmeade in 1877 not long before it was time for my departure for Hogwarts. There was some hemming and hawing about whether or not I would be able to attend, particularly with the move, but Mother somehow made it work. I was able to make use of my sisters’ old supplies and robes are, thankfully, gender neutral, which I think helped lessen the burden a great deal. I was not an easy maker of friends; my stutter and my shy nature were not particularly helpful in this regard. With more friends, though, I like to think I might have spent less time studying—and so, not been able to earn a full scholarship for my remaining years at Hogwarts.
It was in fourth year that I knew precisely what it was I wanted: I would become an auror, and defend the downtrodden of our society—as I had long since grown to view my poor mother and her poor choices—while simultaneously earning a tidy sum that would enable me to care for that same mother, and any sisters who were not able to find a husband to do the same. (In the years since, my sisters have proved remarkably capable even without husbands, but I was young then). I did all in my power to ensure I earned the requisite O.W.L. scores to continue along this path, and I did so quite handily.
My mother would prove to need all the support she could muster: she found herself pregnant once again in 1882, to a man she was besotted with but who could not (or simply would not) make an honest woman of her. To say I disliked the man is something of an understatement. This was the first year that I did not go home for the Christmas holidays, and I blame his father for the fact that I never could love young Matthew, though both perished the following year.
At last, the time came in 1884 for me to sit my N.E.W.Ts. When I received my scores, I was overjoyed by how successful I had proven: my dream was finally within my grasp. Like many things, though, it slipped too easily through my fingers
I was told first that my temperament was not suited to that of an auror. I bore this devastating blow in a way I think would have made my family proud, had I ever thought to confess my aims to them. But then it came that I, similarly, lacked the temperament for an obliviator. And hit wizard. It seemed to me as though everything I had ever wanted for my life had passed me by, leaving me with nothing. How naive I was, as I took a position as an intern in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, with a future of doing little more than pushing papers ahead of me.
Things can always get worse.
And get worse they did. For all of my mother’s tragedies, peculiarities, poor decisions, I had always loved her dearly: the only parent I ever knew. To me, though she was fallible, it never occurred to me that she might die someday, as if her blatant flaws were a tonic of sorts against death. But no, it is November when she is murdered. To be on the outside of the investigation looking in, when so much about her case lay just beyond a wall…I will never stop wondering if I might have been of use, had I been good enough to become an auror after all.
Cassandra, my elder, but not eldest, sister, was delivered of a bastard in 1885 part of me wanted to shake her, to curse her for following in our mother’s footsteps. I could not, in the end, bear to be cruel to my sister, though, and so settled for silence. Eight months of it. The road back was one of penance and mercy, but I am pleased to say I am quite fond now, of little Theodore, and pleased that our sisters were so close at hand to aid Cassandra in her time of great need.
I lasted at the Ministry of Magic until the autumn of 1886, my first as a clerk. I could stand to live a life without glory, but a life without challenge, one of complete and utter tedium, was not something I could bear any longer.I overheard my superior mention that I should never be much of a lawyer with my damnable stutter.I fled like a thief in the night, throwing myself on the mercy of Ian Pengloss. I would, I insisted, make a marvellous reporter.
Well, I’ve made a passable one, at the very least.
In the years since, I have moved from Hogsmeade to London, where I keep a modest room in a boarding house; it is all I need, given my solitary state, and I am comfortable there.
Other:SOFT-SPOKEN — INTELLIGENT — CURIOUS — LOYAL — FANCIFUL, YET GROUNDED
SKILLS:
- Languages: English. Only English. He does, however, have a high level of literacy at least?
- Writing: He likes to think he’s quite good at it.
TRIVIA:
- Boggart: TBD
- Amortentia: TBD
- Leo has written three detective novels. The first two were turned down by publishers, and he lacks the confidence to submit the third.
- He speaks with a stutter that becomes more pronounced when embarrassed or excited.
ACADEMIC RECORD
Class Name OWLs NEWTs Astronomy E — Charms E O Defence Against the Dark Arts E E Herbology O E History of Magic O — Potions O E Transfiguration E O
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