name: Locksley Lazuli Levenworth wand: poplar, eleven and a quarter inches, kelpie mane, flexible
personality: While he may be quick to look out for his own interests, and can be profoundly arrogant at times, Locksley is usually a reasonable guy. He has a broad sense of humor, and will often laugh even at a terrible joke, or one to his detriment. However, he has never been particularly witty himself. He thinks quite highly of his own abilities, and will brush off any evidence that indicates they may be rather lackluster. Yet he is as gracious in victory as he is dismissive of defeat. Locksley has never been one for holding grudges. People may prove temporary obstacles, but he considers no one a true enemy. He believes those who dislike him either misunderstand him, or that they are jealous and thus to be pitied rather than hated in return.
Though he does strive hard towards what he decides is worthwhile, in most classes, his grades skirt the boundaries of acceptable. He has little natural talent for working with anything but the mind, and it is towards the mind that all of his effort has been focused. Like his father, he is incredibly gifted with memory charms. And like his father, he has a talent for glimpsing the thoughts of others. While things are hardly as simple for him as sitting in a diner hearing "money, sex, money, sex, cat," he has all the makings of an accomplished Legilimens.
bio:It has long been a subject of interest that Gilderoy Lockhart's book Voyages with Vampires is significantly shorter than his other similar works, by the length of several chapters at least. While this could merely indicate that it has been more extensively edited, the abrupt break in flow between chapters twelve and thirteen suggests that an entire section has, in fact, been completely removed. While rumors have surfaced that he did not actually accomplish most of the acts he later wrote about, there is little dispute that all of the events actually occurred. The question that faces us now is what, exactly, did Lockhart decide to keep secret?
~lockhartlover87
She was nothing but a go-between, a vessel which held the ultimate consummation of their love. The child would not bear any relation to her. Gilderoy, of course, was taking all the credit - it had been his idea, after all, though another had accomplished the actual deed. He had wiped the man's mind immediately after. It would have been unacceptable to have him running around remembering things. And experiments of this kind had always been strictly forbidden. Why, it might even be better for the sorcerer that he forgot what he had done.
Edward had insisted before they went through with this that the child must be human. For some reason the vampire thought of himself as soulless. And Gilderoy had agreed, though he knew very well Edward had a soul, a soul more complex and beautiful than that of any vampire he had ever taken credit for destroying. The wizard smiled, and stared deeply into the eyes of the one person who understood him, the one person who truly knew his mind...
"Wait a moment!" he said in astonishment. "I have a brilliant idea!"
"But do you really think it can work?" Edward responded, knowing, of course, what the idea had been as soon as it entered Gilderoy's mind.
"Of course, of course!" The wizard was delighted now. Why hadn't he thought of this before? One simple charm - a seconds worth of incantation - and the vampire would have the human body he had always longed to return to. Of course, it would mean giving up immortality, but they could deal with that later, and even a single day with Edward was worth ten thousand years alone. He motioned for the other to stand a little way off, then waved his wand dramatically.
"Tempus Homorphus!"
There was no immediate effect. Gilderoy frowned slightly. He had expected a more dramatic effect from what he had heard of the Homorphus charm. Then again, Edward had already looked normal except in sunlight, so perhaps he was now simply a devastatingly beautiful human rather than a devastatingly beautiful vampire. Then came a cracking sound from the corner of the room where the woman still stood. All around her, the world rippled, as though the fabric of the universe itself were caught in a gentle breeze. She edged away slightly.
"You know," she said with a nervous laugh, "when you mentioned you wanted me to have your children I'd really expected something a little different."
A moment later, the world slipped past her and she was nowhere to be seen. She had vanished into thin air as if she had never existed. Edward stared in shock, and Gilderoy with him. The universe shifted even more, patches and strange patterns beginning to form. The area of effect was spreading by the minute.
"Can't you undo it?" Edward said eventually, snapping Gilderoy back to his senses. Right. Perhaps he should. What was the spell again?
"Finite Incantatem!"
The world stilled suddenly. After such a display, normality itself looked rather strange, and it took a while for either of them to adjust. Finally, Edward spoke.
"So... where's Angela?"
Gilderoy was in a panic. He had ended the charm, surely enough, but he could think of no way to retrieve the woman successfully. In fact, he did not even know where she had vanished to. And he realized painfully that Edward hit upon these truths at the exact moment he did. And he noticed the vampire was, for the first time, unhappy with him. In that moment, he knew he had made a mistake. This relationship would never work. They would never be accepted together. As much as he loved Edward, he could not bear the accusing look in his eyes, and he knew the vampire would be better able to find true happiness with someone else.
So he did the one thing he was ever truly good at. The one thing that always seemed to work out. The one thing that could set matters right.
"Obliviate."
The woman is silent now, thank Merlin. I fear another moment of her ravings would have driven me as insane as she. "Cullen, Cullen, Cullen." That damnable word has been seared permanently into my memory. Still, to be trapped beyond time itself for so long - it is no wonder she is mad. Even the most stable mind might have cracked under the strain. The stress of giving birth has tired her greatly, but the child is well. We placed him yesterday into the care of a most excellent witch, Mrs. Levenworth. I trust she will raise him as her own. If only we knew who the father was.
~Mediwizard Stanley Marsh, St. Mungo's
house: Hufflepuff appearance: In sunlight, his skin shimmers subtly.
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-pats your arm-
I hope you get better, hun.
I'm alright. Sore though. neutral