Year: 7th House: Ravenclaw

Birthday: 11th of November 1872 (Age 19) Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 6,3‘ Bloodline: Pureblood

Nationality: American

Siblings: Aurora Melanie Sykes (Younger Sister)

Lawrence Sykes was raised to be perfect.

Polished, composed, and calculating, he learned early how to perform the role of the ideal heir—charming when required, ruthless when necessary. When the Sykes family sent him from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, it was not for education, but for image: Lawrence was to uphold the family’s reputation abroad, while his younger sister Auri was groomed to secure their legacy through an arranged marriage to the Gaunts.

He wears arrogance like armor. It keeps people from noticing how closely he watches, how carefully he listens, how deeply he feels.

Lawrence is a Ravenclaw by heart and a Slytherin in his head. He was furious when the Sorting Hat placed him in Ravenclaw—furious to be separated from Auri, furious to be denied the house he believed reflected his ambition and cunning. What he did not understand then was that Ravenclaw did not choose him for intelligence alone, but for his refusal to accept inherited truths. Lawrence questions everything. Especially power.

From a young age, his father taught him that people were tools. If a business partner resisted, Lawrence was sent to “smooth things over.”

“Pacify his daughter, will you?” his father would say casually.

And then, with a glance of disdain: “And get rid of those curls. You look like a boy.”

Lawrence learned how to charm women long before he learned what consent, tenderness, or affection were meant to feel like. Seduction was never romance—it was obligation. Performance. Another way to serve the family. As a result, he believes love is something foreign to him, something he is incapable of feeling. He does not realize that nearly every choice he makes is driven by it.

Until the age of twelve, Lawrence accepted his father’s doctrine. One night ended that obedience forever.

Hidden beneath the Sykes’ flawless image was a secret: a bastard daughter, Lucy, raised quietly to conceal a mistake. Lawrence and Auri were too young to understand. Their mother was not. When she learned of Lucy’s deadly allergy to strawberries, she fed them to her deliberately, again and again, until the girl became violently ill. Lawrence overheard his father later dismiss the danger, refusing even the simplest magical aid. When the butler questioned his inaction, his father replied calmly:

“She’s just a girl. I already have an heir, and I have a legitimate daughter to marry off. What use is another?”

That was the night Lawrence’s world collapsed—and the night he decided his father would one day fall.

From then on, everything became preparation. The sleepless nights in the library. The obsessive research. The bottle of gin. The carefully maintained image of the flawless heir. Lawrence is not studying for knowledge—he is gathering weapons. Influence. Leverage. Enough power to destroy the man who taught him cruelty and call it tradition.

Auri is the center of his life. He protects her relentlessly, even when she resents it, even when she insists she doesn’t need saving. He knows she deserves more than duty, more than silence, more than being traded like property. Where Auri is steel and fire, Lawrence is ice and calculation. They are bound together by shared survival: her envy of his freedom matched only by his willingness to give it up for her.