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“average wizard wears 30 different fancy robes a day" factoid actualy just statistical error. average wizard wears 1 per day. Fashion Gilderoy, who lives in hogwarts & wears over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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amibones‌:

“Several things wrong there. First, I’m going to be rude because I don’t like you. Second, you’ve been annoying, not kind, there’s a difference. Third, wow, you’re right. That’s three time the reason to shut the fuck up.”

He sighed. Conversations with this girl could be rather trying despite all his efforts to keep positive. “This all seems rather unfair, Amelia. I’m not sure you’re an accurate judge on kindness considering how unkind you’re being. I don’t start conversations with you to call you annoying, others might go so far as to say that makes you annoying. I only meant that there’s enough “u’s” to go around if you’re going to continue with this uncalled-for rudeness from your inability to let go of your prior judgments of me. I’m really quite nice.”

Dear friends, worry not...

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amibones‌:

“But there is a ‘U’ in shut the fuck up, Gilderoy.”

“Now, now, Amelia, there’s no need to be rude when I’ve only ever been kind to you. If you want to be technical, there are three - but there’s no reason to be hurtful just because you missed my company."

Dear friends, worry not...

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regulusxblack‌:

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“A day in Sleekeazy’s, eh? Well, that’s not too shabby at all! My own shampoo line is still in the works and will blow it out of the water once it’s in production, to be sure - but until then, Sleekeazy’s is nothing to shake your head at! Sounds like quite the fun day you have set up.”

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thorrowle‌:

“I think we’re going to be best friends.”

“The start of a beautiful friendship. A couple good scratches behind the ears would solidify that, I’m sure.”

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Dear friends, worry not...

I’ve finally returned to dear England. Important work has, alas, kept me so busy I wasn’t sure I could pull myself away from it. But then, with all the recent going-ons and news of the raffle reaching me, I paused and thought to myself - 

and knew it was time to make my way home.

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Bio

What are your character’s political views? Have they always felt this way or was there a specific event that played a role in the side they’ve chosen?

In all honesty, Gilderoy doesn’t really care about politics. At all. His ambitions to become the youngest Minister of Magic have nothing to do with actual political desire so much as to have that level of fame. He’ll give you long-winded answers about his views if you ask him, sure, but half the time he’s making it up on the spot based on who he’s talking to. With some – well yes, of course, his deepest ambition is nothing less than to rid the world of evil and to bring a peace amongst magical and non-magical people. This is partially true. But then, he has been raised by a mother who made it rather clear that his betterness than his sisters had to do with his magical ability. So, in other conversations, he admittedly can see the appeal in a world that values the superiority of magical blood. At the end of the day, though, Gilderoy just wants to be liked; so whatever the political view it is that tips the scale in the end, he has no issue adjusting himself to, so long as there’s a way for him to rise to the top.

What were their school years like? Were they a good student? Did they have a strong social group?

In retrospect, Gilderoy thinks of himself as a much more popular student than he actually was. Although he was sorted into Ravenclaw, he didn’t much fit the description for the house, being a fairly average student in most classes. That was not to say that he was unintelligent, for Gilderoy truly was. As his teachers so often would say, though, the issue was with his lack of motivation to apply himself. Gilderoy had no ambitions to be at the top of his class, and frequently sought out easy ways to get things done in favor of focusing on how to get people to pay attention to him and like him. All in all, though, Gilderoy was fairly well-known around the school and mostly well-liked. He was notorious for throwing increasingly ridiculous pranks around the castle in order to gain attention, and though there were those who found his over-the-top personality off-putting; there were many who found him entertaining and charming to get along with.  

Does your character have a particular sense of style? Do they prefer to wear wizard or muggle clothing in their day-to-day life? Why?

Gilderoy has never been shy – in personality or in fashion sense. He understands the value in appearance, as with the amount of daily effort he’s put into his perfectly white teeth and each precisely placed strand of hair, and that carries over to a keen appreciation for the benefits of a stylish outfit. After all, all Gilderoy ever desires is to stand out – and how better to do so than with the most extravagant collection of flashy robes anyone had ever seen, and in the entire spectrum of the rainbow? Some men might fear the delicacy of a lovely lilac cloak, but Gilderoy is never ashamed to shine. Though perhaps slightly over the top, Gilderoy prides himself on his fashion sense and has spent many a comforting evening with a glass of wine and weekly men’s fashion magazine, dog-tagging pages for his next order. He doesn’t mind wearing Muggle clothing from time to time, but finds he prefers the flamboyance of a cloak and the effect it creates when it billows behind him.

Who is the most important and/or impactful person in your character’s life? How does your character know them? What is their relationship like?

Gilderoy Lockhart is definitely a mama’s boy. His mother was never shy about how Gilderoy was her favorite child, and he thrived under her adoring care. For his entire childhood and even into his adulthood, she was a constant source of empowerment for him. Her darling boy could do no wrong; and indeed, no one could ever do better. It was hard not to feel special, better, when your mother consistently told you so with a disappointed side-glance at your elder sisters. Gilderoy was the most handsome, most intelligent, most talented, magically gifted boy that his mother had ever laid her eyes upon in the entire world; and never should Gilderoy think otherwise. Whenever Gilderoy was upset as a child, his mother would kiss him on the head, wrap him tight in her arms and tell him how wonderful he was. When he’d written home to his mother throughout Hogwarts, complaining about this or that student who insulted him; her response owl would show up what felt like near-instantly, singing his praises and berating the fools who saw otherwise. Even now, Gilderoy visits his mother when feeling discouraged, as she’s always been the most empowering source of confidence he’s had.

Wand: 

9”, cherry and dragon heartstring, slightly bendy, expensive. “Cherry is a very rare wand wood that makes for a wand of strange power, most highly prized by the wizarding students of the school of Mahoutokoro in Japan, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel from their minds any notion that the pink blossom of the living tree makes for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand, for cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core – though if paired with dragon heartstring, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind.”

Pet: 

Gilderoy has two owls for his mail, lest anyone be kept waiting for a letter from him for too long, and two cats, because he enjoys their holier-than-thou demeanors and general fluffiness. It gets problematic with the fur, sometimes, but he has a charm to help with that.  

Amortentia: 

Lavender, since it fits so well with his favorite color. Parchment and ink, from his prized first few fan letters and all the time he spends writing. The scent of his favorite hair care potion, Wizarding Sculpting Gel.

Boggart: 

Cornish Pixies.

Patronus:

Peacock. Personality, and also because he has a peacock feather to sign with.

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General Information

Name: Gilderoy Lockhart

Age: 19

Birthday: January 26th

Gender/Pronouns:  Male, He/him

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Alliance: Neutral

Job:  Advice Columnist 

Availability: Taken

Quick Facts

Gilderoy Lockhart has always been destined for greatness. His mother knew it, with her near-worshipful adoration of her darling son. The universe knew it, by gifting him with the magical talent that had been denied to both his sisters. His professors knew it, as they’d often mentioned his above-average intelligence and talent, and the possibilities his future could hold (with the caveat of hard work, though he always brushed that part off). Most importantly, though, Gilderoy himself knew it. With his good looks (and that was even disregarding that heartbreaking smile), his overwhelming talent, and his overall genius – he could do absolutely anything. Half the journey was having the confidence to believe in yourself, and that was definitely not an issue for Gilderoy. He could do absolutely anything. The problem, it turned out, was figuring out what to dedicate himself to. There were simply too many things that Gilderoy just knew he would excel in, and no way to do them all.

Gilderoy did have a particular talent for writing – among his many talents – considering he had lobbied to get Hogwarts to found a newsletter and built a fair amount of experience there. It may have been something he’d done only out of the sheer glee he’d feel out of seeing his name in print; but the fact remained that Gilderoy knew he always had something worthwhile to say. When he noticed the job opening for an advice columnist, it seemed only fitting that he obtain a job where other people asked him for his wise counseling. And that was satisfying, for a little while – seeing his name on The Daily Prophet was even more exciting than it had been on his old school’s measly newsletter. It didn’t quite have the pomp and circumstance that he craved, though; hardly as exciting as the dreams he’d peddled throughout his school years: creating the Philosopher’s Stone, championing England’s Quidditch team to victory, eventually settling to become Britain’s youngest-ever Prime Minister – all of which he could still do, of course. There was plenty of time for that. In the meantime, though, he felt like he was wasting his talents. While the small number that read his column benefitted from his guidance, there were so many more people in the world he had yet to reach with his words – and so, when another position opened up in the “International” section, he applied for that as well. And that was also great: being paid to travel the world while keeping one ear open for important stories to tell. Even with this additional position, though, Gilderoy was not completely satisfied. He knew he was not getting as much attention as he deserved; no matter how flowery he made a story, or how many embellishments he added. While writing a story one day about a witch who’d saved a group of boys from particularly nasty Occamy in Vietnam, Gilderoy made a decision: to make one minor, tiny, completely unimportant edit that involved changing the savior of the story to himself. As he’d suspected, the article quickly became the most popular he’d ever written. A multitude of readers sent owls to the Prophet to praise his actions; a few of his coworkers had even given him pats on the back (some may have done so with bitterness or sarcasm, but he didn’t notice that).

Besides, really, what had been the harm? The grumpy, crooked-toothed witch hadn’t been photogenic in the slightest, hardly fit for a newspaper photograph – and he’d practically had to wrestle the story out of her, so she didn’t seem particularly concerned about her story being told, anyways. Not to mention that it wasn’t as if he couldn’t have saved the boys himself, had he been there – so he couldn’t really bring himself to see his revision as too much of a big deal. When he returned to the village a few weeks later for a follow-up, though, itching for more juicy details on the story that had many him more popular than he’d ever been – the old witch apparently found it to be a very big deal. He hadn’t expected her to receive a copy of The Daily Prophet all the way out in the middle of nowhere, and when she ran at him with the rolled-up parchment, beating him on the chest with it and screeching nonsensible hysterics – well, could anyone blame him? Poor Gilderoy had never been yelled at in such a way in his life, and it was truly unwarranted when he hadn’t meant anything malicious by it. As her yells grew louder and higher in pitch, the humiliating heat had crawled up his neck, his heartbeat beginning to roar in his ears as he went tunnel-visioned in an overwhelming panic  – and suddenly his wand was pointed at her, just to get her to stop yelling, and the word slipped out as the only thing he could possibly think in the situation: Obliviate. And just like that, it was over. The old witch sat back on her heels, her hand finally stilling from its wildly aggressive newspaper-swinging, claws clearly loosening their grip. She looked a little confused, glancing around the room and at him without comprehension – but he gave her a hesitant but bright-white-toothy smile, and her lips dazedly quirked into an oblivious smile of her own. Gilderoy was introduced to a skill he possessed that for once, even a stranger could acknowledge as rare: an adept finesse with a Memory Charm, and with that newfound talent came a host of new possibilities for Gilderoy’s bright future.

Connections

Gemima Lockhart - Older Sister

Demelza Lockhart - Older Sister

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