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Professor Cameron Leahy

Teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts

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a character in “Hogwarts: A Dark New Age”, as played by Kohananinja

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"Buckle up kiddos, it's trial by fire time."x



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F U L LXN A M E
Cameron Analise Leahy

N I C K N A M E (S)
Cam, Cami (Only by her brother and nephew)

B I R T H D A Y
March 24th

A G E
28

T E A C H E S
Defense Against the Dark Arts

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

H O M E T O W N
here, can be from anywhere in the world

H E X
#91030f

S T Y L E
here.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5’9, 115 lbs

A P P E A R A N C E

As an auror, Cam was fairly utilitarian when it came to outfits, favoring dark colors, and practical function over fashionable flare. Her one indulgence in that department were the boots. She’s a sucker for a good pair of leather boots. Off duty, Cam wore form fitting classic cuts and styles, though usually still professional. As a teacher at Hogwarts, this general style has carried over, though it has softened considerably to throw in more flare and colors like reds and golds as a nod to her Gryffindor pride.





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H I S T O R Y
The second wizarding war was not a gentle thing. People remember the Battle of Hogwarts, and the Boy Who Lived. They remember the fallen heroes, and the villains who fell there too. They mostly try to forget the months of terror leading up to it. When Lord Voldemort ruled the Ministry of Magic in all but name, outspoken people disappeared. People like Andrew and Phoebe Leahy, their mangled bodies turning up days later in a secluded stream. Cameron was five the last time she saw her parents, her baby brother only two. Their family home in Stockbridge was modest, but happy. Hollingsworth manor in the heart of London was a palace by comparison, but to the Leahey siblings sent to live there in the wake of their parents' deaths, it felt more like a cold prison full of monsters and darkness lurking in every corner. As an adult, Cam has her suspicions about the witches and wizards in dark robes who came to visit her uncle, bringing with them the smell of fear, and sound of screams that echoed through the manor’s halls at night. As a child she knew better than to ask. That lesson was taught early.

Cassius Hollingsworth could be described diplomatically as old fashioned, and this certainly extended to his views on blood purity. Cam and Benji were half blood mongrels at best, diluters of the precious Hollingsworth bloodline, but of possible use to the family yet. It was a controlling atmosphere she lived under for years, nurturing a stubborn and rebellious spirit that truly took flight when she arrived at Hogwarts. Her sorting was the first act in a string of defiance that was to come. The Hollingsworths were Slytherins, her mother included. To be sorted into Gryffindor of all places was viewed as particularly unacceptable. Benji’s sorting into Hufflepuff 3 years later was viewed with similar disdain, but at school at least they were free. Hogwarts in the years following the war, was a landscape in transition between the old ways of thinking, and the new more inclusive attitudes that defied house stereotypes. There were still families, like the Hollingsworths, who clung to the old views of blood supremacy quietly in the shadows, but their moment had passed, and most were careful to keep them tucked out of view. For now. Hogwarts was mostly a haven for Cam, even with her Hollingsworth cousins attending just one year ahead, and never missing an opportunity to be an antagonistic force in Cam’s life. As she grew older, Cam’s definances became bolder, she ignored social expectations dictated from home, made friends irrespective of status, and publicly beat students she knew to be quiet blood bigots in flashy duels (many not technically school sanctioned) on the castle lawn with a zeal that made her feelings on the matter quite clear. When her uncle insisted she take Alchemy, Cam opted for Muggle Studies instead. When her cousins competed against her on the quidditch pitch, Cam worked not only to help her team win, but show her cousins up wherever possible. Cam had no interest in the Hollingsworth family legacy and what it stood for, or the life and political marriage Cassius clearly had planned for her.

After graduation from Hogwarts, Cam signed on for training to become an Auror, doing her best to strike out on her own, away from the insular world the Hollingsworths and other pureblood families of β€œdistinct pride and pedigree” occupied. At 17, her uncle couldn’t by rights forcibly keep Cam in his home any longer. The house of Hollingsworth was not without resources though, and it made Cam’s petitions for custody over her teenage brother Benji, who was still a minor and student at Hogwarts at the time, impossible. It left her in limbo, reduced to a tethered kind of half freedom Cam hated, never sure when Cassius might use her brother to tug on that leash, and dance to his tune. It wasn’t until Reggie came of age that Cam could sever ties completely, though their independent little family didn’t last long. Reggie had his own scars from his time in Hollingsworth Manor, and an avid lover of magical creatures, struck out on his own to travel to research centers across the wizarding world to study them. Dragons in particular he proved to have an affinity for.

After that, alone in London, Cam threw herself into work as an Auror hunting dark wizards, and tracking down stashes of cursed objects and dangerous artifacts both new, and left over from the last wizarding war. It was a career that left very little time for family or a social life, but Cam thrived on the work, and was often regarded as one of the best in her division. At least until the Bristol job. No one really knows how it happened, least of all Cam. As jobs went, it was supposed to be a milk run, de-jinks some decades old boobie traps, extract some cursed items identified in the safe of an old death eater safe house left forgotten in the city. They weren’t even pursuing any active combatants. And yet three aurors were later found dead in that basement, and Cam was missing, presumed dead or worse. When she was found wandering the streets a week later, disheveled, injured with clear signs of torture, and memory expertly wiped, the upper brass had questions. Cam didn’t have any answers, couldn’t remember a bloody thing after opening that entryway door. The entire incident was an embarrassment for the department at best, a PR nightmare kind of story to try and contain from the press at worst, and it was an endeavor they failed at miserably.

Coming off the Bristol job, Cam couldn’t get cleared for field work. Whether it was punishment from on high, or the signs of clear PTSD with triggers that were impossible to predicts due to the nature of her situation (or most likely both), Cam can’t say with certainty, but it was made clear that if she wasn’t satisfied with work as a desk jockey from there on out, her career as an auror was finished. Trying to pick up the pieces of her life from there was difficult. Cam’s life had been her work, without it, she felt aimless. Therapy was a joke. As far as Cam was concerned, there was nothing to talk about. She had no memory of what happened, so what was there to sort through. Grit, bare it, try to breathe through the episodes. What more was there to do than that? Ending up at Hogwarts had been something of a happy coincidence, the planning of which didn’t involve her in the slightest. Turns out her brother was a professor for Care of Magical Creatures, and on his recommendation (and that of her former boss who still held some influence with the old guard) the headmistress extended an offer of employment for their vacant position teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Cam had found the offer perplexing at first, she wasn’t an educator, and had never really worked with children, but between her adopted nephew Simon starting Hogwarts as a first year, her brother's presence, and a real lack of other prospects or direction, she was talked around to the idea. That was a year ago.



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F A M I L Y

Andrew Leahy // Muggle Born // Father // Deceased

Phoebe Hollingsworth Leahy// Pure Blood // Mother // Deceased

Benjimin Leahy // Half Blood // Brother // Alive: 25

Cassius Hollingsworth // Pure Blood // Uncle // Alive: 58

Lucretcia Hollingsworth // Pure Blood // Cousin // Alive: 29

Julius Hollinsworth // Pure Blood // Cousin // Alive: 29

B L O O DXS T A T U S
Half Blood (According to anyone who really cares about that sort of thing)

W A N D
Cypress, 12 ΒΌ β€œ, Dragon Heartstring

P A T R O N U S
Fox

H O U S E
Gryffindor

B O G G A R T
Currently it’s a cave. Cam’s smart enough to understand her body knows something she can’t remember.


T A L E N T S
Dueling, Offensive Magic, Quidditch, Spotting Patterns

S T R E N G T H S
Deep Knowledge: Cam has a wealth of practical experience in Magical Law Enforcement and defensive techniques against dark wizards and objects

Quick Witted: Part of what made Cam such a good Auror was her coolness under pressure, and ability to think on her feet. In the field, situations change rapidly, and one has to adapt, a reality Cam was well suited for.

W E A K N E S S E S
PTSD: Cam has a hard time even acknowledging she suffers from this, considering her memories related to the events causing it have either been erased or heavily altered. Her triggers are varied, and hard to predict, making it hard to prepare for episodes.

Stubborn: Cam has a habit of digging in her heels once her mind has been made about something, even if it's not in her best interest.


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So begins...

Professor Cameron Leahy's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jessie Carter Character Portrait: Eden Thomas Character Portrait: Crispin Finlay Character Portrait: Kit Finlay Character Portrait: Castiella Monroe Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Mnemosyne Serendale Character Portrait: Professor Cameron Leahy Character Portrait: Alexis Halliwell Character Portrait: Oscar Whittle Character Portrait: Isabeau Chase Character Portrait: Kai Embrey Character Portrait: Raegan Durham Character Portrait: Roan King Character Portrait: Cassie Lightborn Character Portrait: Theodore Karrow Character Portrait: Linnea Blomqvist Character Portrait: Rosemary Persephone Doe Character Portrait: Harvey Gibson Character Portrait: Kieran Vellbrathe Character Portrait: Adrian Vellbrathe Character Portrait: Hazel Novikov Character Portrait: Victoria Jamison Character Portrait: Markus Vasco Character Portrait: Lucian Mitchell Character Portrait: David Arthurs Character Portrait: Elise Duchamp Character Portrait: Dorcas Crane Character Portrait: Miles Grier
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The smell of fresh smoke. The rumbling of voices echoed. The clatter of metal trollies scraping across the ancient station's stone brick floor, as well as the thudding of countless footsteps of first years. The old train station that secretly held the platform known as Nine and Three quarters was alive once again. First year students were mixed among the older students that were simply saying goodbye to their loved ones and got onto the train, as the young ones shed a few tears as they'd be leaving their wizarding parents or guardians for the first time.

Where were they off to? No other place than Hogwarts, the School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry. It was once the most popular wizarding school in the world, secretly tucked away in Scotland. Hidden away from Muggle knowledge, as well as the rest of the world, that was until May 2nd, 1999. A tragic event that shook the world by storm, The Batte Of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord, whatever else one may want to call him, Lord Voldermort who was once called Tom Riddle, and his band of Death Eaters and followers attacked the school simply for the last Horcrux, as well as Pure Blood Supremacy and to end all blood ties that weren't pure. But there was one thing that stood in his way, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all the students that gave their lives to help defend the old school, and each other. But as years passed, the death of Voldemort and few of his underlings still hiding in the shadows, Hogwarts had since slowly come back to its former glory.

It has been two full decades since the Battle Of Hogwarts happened, and the reopening of the school. A handful of old professors returned to the school, as well as a few others. This would be a hopeful year for the students, as some are going for their last year, or their first year at the famous school. Students young and old said their goodbyes and slowly boarded onto the train.

That was two weeks ago...






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Jessie Carter
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The sun crested over the tips and walls of the ancient castle as the surrounding animals and wild life awoke with the rising sun. Most of the professors and staff were well awake for a few hours by the time came for the students to wake up and prepare for the day. After struggling to find themselves rolling out of bed, most half dressed by the time they hobbled into the Great Hall, still adjusting their uniforms, they split into groups for their respective Houses and sat down as they awaited for breakfast to be served with came in waves with varieties of food that would make any normal muggle salivate with a single smell. But for these students, it was all too common and familiar, almost immediately falling back into routine as they all woke up after finally getting some food into their bellies, well, some woke up faster than others.

Jessie was busy wiping the sleep from her eyes as she had fallen asleep far too late the previous night as the first few week gitters were still in her system. Even if it was her last year, she still felt a bit of anxiety course through her veins every year she came here, even if this was their second semester of this year. Some things just never changed apparently. But, some things did and some part of the young Slytherin could feel it. Something was off, ever since she stepped back onto the grounds, Hogwarts itself felt a bit off, even if the others didn't feel it. She was shaken from her thoughts as the tong of one of the first bells sounded, signalling they had thirty minutes left before they'd have to prepare for their morning classes.

All that the young blonde had on her mind to help distract herself from her thoughts was the fact that they'd be having a Quidditch game latter that day in the mid afternoon, with another one to follow later that night. First up would be Gryffindor vs Slytherin, and then Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw in the later hours of the day. They'd still have time, and at least she'd have something to look forward to. Not that things were ever a bore, especially considering she had all her friends, things were just tense, and she didn't think anyone else felt it, and if they did, damn were they doing a good way of hiding how they felt.

Jessie was about midway through her breakfast as she looked around the crowd of students, busily digging into their food. Her eyes scanned for a specific face, one she still didn't see since she woke up. Tilting her head to the side as she spoke, "You haven't seen Cas either right?" she asked the platinum blonde male Slytherin and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder. "Assuming they've overslept again, huh?" she said teasingly to Eden. Removing a small piece of paper from her cloak, she quickly wrote something down and after casting a short enchantment spell, she watched as the paper formed into a small paper airplane and quickly dashed out of the Great Hall and disapeared out of sight. "That should help wake them up a bit, don't ya think?" the Slytherin teased as she put her wand back away in her cloak.

Leaning back over to Eden, laying her head on his shoulder, "You ready to fuck up some Gryffindors later today, mate?" she said with a jovial smile as she let him go from her iron grip, making sure her voice would have been heard by a few certain students that sat down from them by only a few chairs. Casting a small wink at one of the students, a certain red haired, female Gryffindor, before looking back away to her fellow House mates and listened to their ramblings as they finished their breakfast.








Castiella Monroe
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The morning sun began to streak its way through the large, stain glass windows of one of the dormitories as multiple figures were still fast asleep in their beds. Being back to the old routine after only two weeks of being back for the semester hadn't full set in yet, and often times some students were still fast asleep as others were already down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was only when a piece of paper that was shaped like a poorly crafted airplane was sent under the crack of the dorm door and found its target in the ear of a sleeping red head. "What the fuck..?" a soft voice mumbled as the figure that received the pointed end of the paper to their ear sat up grumpily. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Castiella un-crumpled the paper and quickly read it over, their eyes widened. "Oh shit! We're gonna be late, again! Shit!" they cursed, tossing the blankets off of them as they quickly jumped out of bed, taking a few pillows and tossed one each at the other three sleeping forms in their respective beds. "Kai! Lex! Elise! We overslept, again! Hurry up and get dressed or we're gonna be late...Well, later than we already are!" they shouted, bare feet stumbling across cold, hard wood floors sent them quickly running to find socks. Seeing as it was still just getting into spring, someone must have forgot to set the heater in the room to go all night, which would explain the cold air in the room.

Cas came back a few short minutes later as they had finished changing into their uniform as they finished up brushing their hair and applied as minimum of makeup as they could within a few short minutes. "They're gonna kill us if we're late like this again, already. Ya'll already know the drill. I take the heat for it and you get off as easily as they'll allow. Got it? Besides, they can't be too mad at us...We're only...thirty minutes late for breakfast, fantastic." their voice dipped off into a minor mumble as they checked their watch on their left wrist. Looking back up at the others that had finished getting dressed, "Alright, let's go already, bitches." they gestured as they flung the dormitory door open and began to make their way out of the room behind the other three, while struggling with their tie as the small group made their way to the Great Hall.

The small group stumbled down the halls as they tried to quicken their pace, they needed to get there for at least fifteen minutes. Cas would feel bad if they had made everyone late and had them miss out on getting their breakfast. The four exchanged small talk and jokes as they made their way towards the main archway to the Great Hall. "Monroe? A word, if you please?" a voice called out, which caused Castiella to stop and turn their head nervously to where the voice had called from. Cas gave a small wave and gestured with their hand to give them a moment. "Hey uh, you three go on ahead, I'll just be a moment." the Hufflepuff said with a small smile as they turned and made their way over to the figure that had asked to speak with them.

Castiella shambled over with a coy smile on their face, leaning against the wall, "Morning, Professor." Cas said nervously, ringing their hands together. "I trust you slept well, Castiella." the professor said with a chipper smile. Cas sighed as they rubbed their face, "How much trouble am I in?" preparing theirself for the worst. The old woman sighed, placing a gentle hand on the student's shoulder, "Just try to keep them in check, yes? This may be your last year, but Cas. You can't drag them down with you. It's your duty as an older student, the Quidditch Captain, and most importantly Prefect to be an example." Cas gave a small nod of their head, rubbing the back of their neck as they did so, "I know...I know. I'm sorry. Things are just, rough. You know. I'll try to be better, but I will have to take this next meeting off...If that's okay?" the old professor gave Castiella a small smile, "I understand. You don't need to apologize. Just, go get some food, maybe that will wake you up a bit." Cas gave the woman a smile, "Thank you, McGonagall. I owe you." they gave the headmistress a small nod and smile before turning and made their way back to the Great Hall, and found themselves making their way to where their friends were. Cas took their seat in the middle of two of their friends, "Boom..." Cas poorly imitated the sound of an explosion as they placed their head on their hands that were placed infront of her on the table, looking up at Lex, "They're gonna kill me one of these days, I can feel it...Or worse, gonna get expelled." Cas muttered teasingly before lifting their head from the table and placing it on Lex's shoulder as they sighed.






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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jessie Carter Character Portrait: Eden Thomas Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Professor Cameron Leahy Character Portrait: Shane Montgomery Character Portrait: Roan King Character Portrait: Cassie Lightborn Character Portrait: Harvey Gibson Character Portrait: Orion Abernathy
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McKenna James // Gryffindor// 7th Year Animagus // Location: Great Hall
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Mac hated Christmas. Not a popular opinion to have among her peers, but it was true. It had nothing to do with the weather, or decorations, or an abundance of grinchy tendencies, just that the holiday season hadn’t held a lot of cheer for her since Mac was ten. Christmas meant either empty halls in a too quiet castle, or awkward stilted silence with her mother in her boyfriend’s new townhouse. Living in the muggle world was like trying to fit herself into a skin that was too small, too itchy to keep on for long. It was claustrophobic, not to mention exhausting trying to play act at being something she wasn’t. It was a farce she’d never been able to keep up for long, and there lay the problem. Her mother never said it aloud, but Mac knew magic made her uncomfortable. Andy, Mac’s step father to be if she was reading the signs right, was a nice man, as average and muggle as they came. He had no clue what Mac was, nor had they ever really made it past the stilted pleasantries of near strangers enough for her to believe that was ever going to be a wise thing to change. Magic had ruined one chance at love and happiness for her mother, the least Mac could do was not sabotage her second. So mostly Mac just stayed at Hogwarts for the holiday, and no one ever protested too loudly, if at all. It was just easier for everyone that way.

Mac wasn’t alone at Hogwarts exactly, there were others even in her own house, like Coal and Shane, who usually stayed as well. But Shane was well…Shane, no amount of holiday misery bonding was really going to change that, and even Coal tended to be unusually...quiet. It was the only time of year Hogwarts felt cold to her, though Mac infinitely preferred staying in the only place that had felt like home to her in a very long time. Still, it left her antsy, anxious for a return to the usual noise and bustle of students in the castle. Excitement pent up during the weeks of their absence. So if Mac went a little overboard once everyone returned well...who could blame her really? Harvey apparently, as he gave her an impression of his best β€˜disapproving prefect’ stink eye as he blandly ate his oatmeal. They both knew who was behind the army of purple origami otters currently running amok across the Hufflepuff table, and her smug glance as she watched a few of her brave little minions nestling up into the dark curls of Roan’s hair did nothing to dissuade her friend's suspicions. Mac had been on something of a tear lately, not unusual for the first couple weeks back, but considering they had a game today, her focus was usually more single minded toward quidditch.

β€œFor the love of Merlin, please tell me that’s all you did.” Harvey groused with a sour look, watching as some of the otters started swimming figure eights in some of the goblets of unsuspecting Hufflepuffs, including their Care of Magical Creatures Professor, who had picked up a few to take with him to the staff table so he could examine them more closely. The far more amiable of the Leahy Professors seems to have befriended her little creatures, which...wasn’t really surprising given what she knew of the man. β€œNow?! Really?! We have a game today Mac, I think Professor Leahy might actually murder me if we lose.” Harvey hissed, appearing genuinely nauseous at the thought of reporting into their head of house should they not perform at their absolute highest caliber today. A quick glance at their DADA professor and her sharp green eyes burning a hole in Mac’s back was all it took to know that the head of Gryffindor had also pinpointed very quickly who was behind the lavender otter hoard menacing the Great Hall, though so far she’s made no move to stop it. Mac shot her a cheeky grin, which earned a golden brow raised in return. β€œGibs, I am shocked and offended by those hurtful accusations. How could you ever think me capable of such a thing?” Mac shot back a transparent denial. Coal’s snort was immediate, but he didn’t comment further.

β€œI would never-” Mac’s defense was suddenly cut off by a loud series of popping noises emanating from farther down the Gryffindor table, pink glittery foam bubbling forth from Orion’s bag, sticky and clinging stubbornly to anything it touched, namely the boy in question as it grew larger and began spreading out and up. β€œDo any such thing to someone we're playing against today…” Mac finished with a sour look of her own. She was going to have to tinker with the formula there a bit. That little present wasn’t supposed to go off until potions class.

β€œThe sparkles were a nice touch.” Coal added mildly. β€œMaybe a pinch of itching powder next time though to really give it some flare..” Mac’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. Now that was some helpful feedback, so not a total loss it seemed.

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Harvey Gibson // Gryffindor// 7th Year // Location: Great Hall
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Harvey’s eye honest to god twitched. This was it, today was the day they drove him over the edge. There was a nice padded room waiting for him in St. Mungo’s, because reining in this bunch was driving him insane! Between Mac’s antics, Coal cheering her on, and now Shane actively antagonizing the Slytherin quidditch team, there was never a moment’s peace. Cassie retorting back at the Slytherin team’s heckling was fair enough, but that was all it took for Cal to jump up in his seat no doubt prepared to start spouting a litany of taunts all his own, and Harvey had to physically yank him down by the shirt tail. β€œSit down and eat your breakfast. Protein go!” Harvey barked, and the younger Gryffindor chaser grudgingly complied, shoveling a whole slice of bacon in his mouth as he chewed with a pointedly grumpy look at the Slytherin table. Cal was a good kid, but a little excitable sometimes. Harvey didn’t need him doing something stupid to get tossed out of the game before it had even started.

As Cassie turned the subject to the tournament, Harvey’s demeanor became a bit more uncomfortable. Of course he’d signed up, how could he not? It was a proving ground only a handful of witches and wizards each generation were chosen worthy to even compete in. And there was the problem. Signing up wasn’t the same thing as being chosen. There was a part of him dreading the upcoming ceremony, that knew what the goblet’s decision was going to be. Harvey had never exactly measured up to the Gibson name, his famous siblings each shining stars in their respective fields. How was he ever going to look any of them in the face again after so public an admission of his inadequacies? Part of him didn’t even want to admit having signed up, plausible deniability and all that, but Cassie had asked, and he wasn’t going to lie about it either, so instead he just nodded, pensively taking another bite of his oatmeal.

β€œYeah, did you?” Mac replied to Cassie’s question cheerfully, and Harvey was glad to let her take over the conversation from there.