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leander marcel HORVÁTH
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APPEARANCE The first thing you notice about Leo are his eyebrows: dark, thick, taking over half his face, thankfully trending and well-matched to his mooning brown eyes. The next thing you notice are his teeth: pearly white, magicked completely straight, a thousand-watt smile if you've ever seen one (and you will see it, often, because showing it off is just what Leo does). His hair is usually an almost-black mop at the top of his head, though every once in a while he will buzz it to the scalp to "let his brain breathe." As your gaze wanders south you'll realize he's tall enough, maybe 5'10" or 5'11", though definitely not the 6'2 he claims. He's usually dressed in business casual, all button-ups and dark-wash jeans and blazers, but occasionally he'll throw on a Henley or a band tee and show off a web of black and gray tattoos winding up and down his arms. He's lean, wiry, and well-built, though certainly not a gym rat—just enough to pass inspection. | pronunciation lee-ann-dur mar-sell hor-vathh nickname leo lee age & birthday 23 23 November 2002 gender & pronouns he/him/his blood status halfblood sexuality bisexual face claim oussama guessoum | ||||||||||
PERSONALITY The truth of it is, Leo does his very best to be a good guy. He calls his mother every Sunday, he never balks at helping someone out at work because it's outside his job description, he puts drunk girls in cabs before one of his sleezy friends can get to them. It would be nice to say that these are innate things he does just because that's who he is. But reality is this: it takes effort to be a good guy. And Leo's never been one to shy away from effort. He is concerned deeply about what people think of him; he will do anything to be liked, for better or for worse. Life is a performance for him, and he desperately wants a starred review. Leo is curious, obsessive, chronically battling against his addictive personality. He's the kind of guy who has read a book for just about everything, who always has a little "fun fact" about one of his short-lived hobbies at the tip of his tongue. He's the guy you call when you want to try axe throwing for the first time but don't know who to ask to go with you. He's the kind of guy who looks up the setlist for a concert a couple weeks before so he can "practice." He loves hooking up with someone for the first time, trying to fit the jigsaw pieces of their pleasure together until he finally gets it right. But he's selfish, too, begrudging anything or anyone that proves to be an obstacle for his own achievements (even when he loves them; the fact that resentment and love can coexist is something he's wracking his brain around slowly). He's a good listener insofar as he can relate the conversation back to his own experiences. He hustles hard for his reputation, and judges anyone who doesn't do the same. His saving grace is that he's charming, and loves to have fun, and loves to make sure everyone else is having fun with him, because he wants the chemicals in their brains to associate serotonin kicks with him. He's just a regular guy in his twenties, but he's desperate to be extraordinary—it's what makes him charming and insufferable, all at once. ORIGIN & RELATIONS Hungarian, born in Hogsmeade, Scotland, raised in Scandinavia in a village just outside of Durmstrang. István Horváth | Father | They didn't have a notable relationship until Lyra's bite, at which point István, craving attention as he does, the two became very close. Leo loves to make his father proud, and his dad loves having Leo as a metric for his own success as a father. Alexis Horváth | Mother | Alexis is the one who really championed Leo's curiosity and thirst for knowledge. She is one of the few people who can successfully remind Leo to connect with his emotions. He loves her more than anything in the world and they talk every Sunday. Lyra Horváth | Twin Sister | They used to be so close that her voice was the sound of his conscience for so long. Now he can hardly remember what she sounds like and is at a loss with what to do now that they are in the same orbit again. He loves her, but he's not all that sure that he likes her very much. — — | Baby Momma | She is a muggle with a sibling who went to Hogwarts, which is how they met. Their affair was passionate and short-lived; and then they found out she was pregnant. They tried to make things work for the sake of the baby, but couldn't find a rhythm. Leo has been touch-and-go on being in Zoe's life since, but desperately wants to be better. But now Zoe's mom has pretty much disappeared, leaving him abruptly to a single fatherhood he most definitely isn't prepared for. Zoe Horváth | Daughter | Zoe is a three-year-old handful, and Leo's daughter. She has lived most of her life with her mother, but with Mummy out having a quarter-life crisis, she is determined to make Leo's learning how to be a dad as wild a ride as possible. HISTORY István and Alexis didn't want children. At least, this is what Leo had surmised from his conversations with them now as an adult. But they were the sort of people who shrugged their shoulders when life gave them lemons, and googled how to make lemonade. And when Leander and Lyra came along, that's exactly what they did—with extra sugar. Leo's earliest memories were of running underfoot at The Hog's Head, of reading picture books in the grass while Lyra and Papa played in the dirt, of watching his mother making constellations onto the ceiling and teaching him all the names of the stars (he'd always been a bit of a Mama's boy). Then the twins had turned six and they'd moved to Scandinavia. Change was hard on Leo, always was and always would be, but he did what he did best and buried it. Lyra needed him, and they had a special rule: only one of them could be scared at a time. After the move, their personalities began to take shape. Leo watched as his sister turned bright as starlight, full of energy and joy and an unrelenting desire for friendship. He became obsessively curious, picking up hobbies and diving into them headfirst, failing only in the realm of human companionship but wading his way through his own awkwardness anyway. He wasn't comfortable, but he was adaptable, and for five years it was enough for him to keep from being scared all the time. The first time he could recall breaking their special rule was the night of their sorting ceremony. The prospect of going to Hogwarts had been genuinely, truly horrible to Leo. Why did they have to go back to Scotland? Wasn't father a professor at Durmstrang, couldn't he pull some strings? It felt like taking a step backwards and no amount of reading and asking his mother questions could prepare him for the nerves and the biggest what if: What if he didn't thrive? Nevertheless, he'd allowed them to plop the fraying hat onto his head for exactly two seconds before shuffling to the Ravenclaw table. Lyra hadn't followed him. He'd thought his life was over, and he couldn't even reassure himself, much less his twin on the other side of the Great Hall. Luckily, he'd been wrong. It had only been the beginning. As much as he hated to admit it back then, being separated from Lyra, from his parents—from everything that kept him anchored in one place—was the best thing that could have happened to him. It forced him to stand on his own two feet: to make friends who weren't cousins or sons of colleagues, to figure out who Leo was beyond a good son and a big brother. They were still undeniably close (Leo doubted Lyra could keep dueling if she didn't have him to keep her grades up), but for once, he could see past that role, and it felt good. Great, even. It felt even better when he'd turned fourteen, when all the baby fat melted off and his mother finally let him transfigure his teeth so they'd actually fit properly in his skull. Studying and tutoring became multifaceted affairs after that, and he wasn't sorry for it. He was becoming a man, doing the things men do, and doing them with the same zeal he'd shown for hobbies since he was a kid. It led to strain with his parents—being a Straight O kid was great, but he was wild, and unruly, reminding them too much of themselves when they were his age for comfort. He was fine with that; he didn't have to be their favorite kid, he just needed to be loved. And then Lyra was bitten. He hadn't been there. It still hurt him to think about the way he'd argued his way out of the annual family trip to Hungary. It was during a phase of his life where he hated being forced into a culture that didn't quite feel his. His little addiction to carving his own identity meant he was willing to shed anything he couldn't choose for himself. So he'd stayed behind, electing to spend the summer with a friend in London while his sister wandered head first into the villain that would change her life. That would change all of their lives. It was the second time he broke the rule. He cried sitting next to her in the hospital, so glad that they had her medicated enough to knock her out so deeply. But he hadn't had time to dwell on his own grief and worry for her. He had to take care of Mama, he had to temper Papa's anger, he had to talk to the healers and mediwizards and translate their scientific speak to the family, often having to translate it into Hungarian for the stubborn cousins who never bothered to improve their English. He had to feed Lyra ice chips and listen to her cry and blame herself until he snapped. He took her hands so tightly in his he might've snapped her fingers and told her to get over herself, to think logically and practically for once in her bloody life and to let go of the self-pity so she could learn how to live with her sickness. He watched, in real time, the moment he lost his sister's trust. But he was just so tired that he didn't process it until later, when it was too late. As sad as it was, his sister's fall from grace propelled Leo to a level of comfort he never expected. Suddenly he was the favorite child: his mother looked to him for peace, his father spoke to him like the man he thought himself to be. His sister didn't rely on him anymore, which stung, but left the lane wide open for him to be totally himself. Suddenly Lyra was the one begging to quit Hogwarts the way he had in their first year. He remembered one of the fights, over dinner, and the way Mama cried while doing the dishes with him later that night. He felt for his sister, for this thing that made her different, but in that moment, he hated her. No matter what had happened to her, it felt wrong that she felt the need to drag them all into her misery. He was glad when she didn't come back to Hogwarts with him in the fall. That semester had been a breath of fresh air; freedom from the situation that was suffocating him. It wasn't until he got home for the holidays, and Lyra wasn't there, that he realized how selfish he was being. Christmas after his seventeenth birthday was such a quiet affair that Leo thought that maybe there were multiple ways to drown. He wrote his sister letters, at first frequently, then infrequently, finding himself upset and confused and frustrated the more their former intimacy became small talk. By the time he graduated, second in his class, with a cushy internship lined up at the Ministry, he could go weeks without thinking about his sister, before guilt forced him to pick the quill back up and try again. Leo took to adulthood like a fish to water. He loved the grind of an eight to five, loved that he worked in a department of the Ministry that held weight, that made girls straighten their backs and take him seriously when he talked about his work. He loved going out to bars, to clubs, being that nineteen year old kid who ordered whiskey neat and pretended it didn't take absolutely foul. He loved dating, really dating, not just floating round the same ten people because that's who you were with all day every day. He met a girl. A muggle, though an extraordinary one. He fell hard, fast, recklessly. He thought he might be falling in love every time he undressed her, which was often. She made life feel like it was all more than just a performance. She made everything feel so real. And then she was pregnant, and she wanted to keep it, and real didn't seem so great anymore. The day he told his parents, he threw up in the telephone booth on the way to work. He thought he loved her because she made him face his imperfections, but in this moment, which felt like his greatest failure, he resented her. Zoe Horvath was born just before Halloween, as if telling Leo that damn fucking right, she was the trick and the treat. He loved her instantly. He wanted to bottle the smell of his baby girl and he wished so badly that she'd never been born so that he wouldn't have to face the guilt every time he disappeared from her, every time he put his work before her, every time he avoided seeing her just because being around her mother was just that difficult sometimes. He knew he wasn't a good dad, but who would be at twenty-one? He felt like he was barely out of diapers himself. But she was the sun, and as bad as it hurt to look at her, he couldn't be more grateful that she was there to light up his world, for better or worse. Early May 2026. Zoe was two and a half, old enough to start talking back, and her mother, for whatever reason, insisted that Leo take her for an entire week. She needed to be alone, needed to clear her head. How could Leo refuse, when he'd been selective parenting for so long? But then a week turned into two—and then Hogwarts was blown to pieces. Three weeks. Zoe's mother wasn't picking up her calls. Four weeks with the baby, he was called into his boss's office, congratulated and told he was now promoted to the position of Ambassador of Hungary, his home nation, oh and by the way, Mr. Horvath, you are now responsible for rerouting the students of Hogwarts to the Scandinavian and Eastern European wizarding schools and monitoring their transitions to ensure they are as smooth as possible. He hadn't realized how easy his life had been until it wasn't anymore. Now with Zoe's mother gone, whispers of the Purifiers at every water cooler, and the sudden resurfacing of his sister in London, Leo was about to learn just how hard it could really get. OOC
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