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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 “distinct 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 ¼ “, 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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