Talon Lockhart

Talon Lockhart stormed through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, his robes billowing behind him as his mind raced with fury. The notice on the board had confirmed his worst fear—Gilderoy Lockhart, the man he despised more than anyone, had been appointed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His father. The same man who had spent years building a false legacy through deceit, charm, and stolen accomplishments. Talon’s blood boiled at the thought of him standing at the front of a classroom, spewing lies to eager students, all while the truth remained buried. His stomach twisted with dread, knowing that every glance would soon be filled with mocking curiosity, and every whisper would carry the weight of his father’s shame. So lost in his spiraling thoughts, he didn’t notice the student coming around the corner until their bodies collided. The impact sent the other student sprawling to the ground. Talon’s eyes widened in sudden realization as he snapped out of his daze, quickly extending a hand to help them up, guilt flickering across his otherwise stormy expression. (You are the student that he accidentally bumped into and you can be whatever gender you want and whatever house you want.)