Brooks Moore
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Gryffindor
- Wand:
- 25,7 cm chestnut wood and unicorn hair
B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y
Brooks Moore doesn’t care what people think of him.
He never knew his mother. She died when he was little kid. Cancer. His family didn’t have enough money to pay for the outrageous medical bills. Brooks and his sister grew up in a one-room apartment in London; they were lucky if they had money for school supplies let alone hospital expenses. Though, honestly, even if they had the money it wouldn’t have made a difference. The doctors caught the cancer too late. Brook’s mother was given a life expectancy with her diagnosis: two years. It was off by about nine months. Barbara Moore died before her son turned four. Being so young, Brooks doesn’t have any memories of his mother. His father didn’t talk about her. "Tears don’t put food on the table," Brooks' father would say when asked. In other words, his father was too busy taking care of his family to dissolve into mourning for his wife. He was putting his kids first, and Brooks respected that.
The boy would have liked to say that because of this, he started stealing to help his father. That would have eased the guilt, but the truth was Brooks never felt any guilt for taking things that weren’t his. He still doesn’t. Brooks started stealing when he was younger out of jealousy. Growing up, he always had so little and the other kids always had so much, and Brooks didn’t think that was fair.
Brooks learned to manipulate and con people while he was young. His mother’s death was a casualty of life – that is how both his father and sister treated it. Terrible things happen, but people have to learn how to move on. Brooks was raised to live with this. He was comfortable with this attitude, but, as he discovered, not everyone was. When he was seven, his father moved him and his sister to a different part of London to stay with their grandparents, and his grandparents’ neighbors were full of pity. When word spread that Mr. Moore was a widower with two children under the age of ten, the entire apartment complex collectively sympathized. They bought the small family gift baskets and meals, and it wasn’t long before Brooks figured out he would get more from them. Every morning Brooks would get up after the paper delivery and collect the papers from the doors of the entire floor. He had previously spun a story about a new regulation that stated papers were to be delivered to the main lobby ten floors down instead of directly to doors. Brooks, however, graciously offered to fetch these papers for the residents (many of whom were elderly), for the small sum of two dollars. If they agreed, every morning after taking the papers from their door, Brooks would charge them two dollars to get it back. It so obviously a scam, but who could say no to a little boy who had lost his mother? Very few it turned out. Brooks never grew out of his cons, if anything he grew into them.
When his magic began to manifest, they became part of his little tricks. Brooks didn't understand what was happening to him at first. His first act of magic happened when he was nine. Angry with a bully for stealing his lunch, Brooks had imagined how foolish the boy would look if he suddenly fell over. The next thing Brooks knew, the bully was sprawled out on the playground, his shoelaces magically knotted together. This happened several more times. Brooks would get angry, imagine something to happen, and magically it would. Overtime he began to incorporate this new found skill into his pranks. Young Brooks couldn't explain it, but he thought it was awesome. It was only until he received his letter from Hogwarts a few years later that everything began to make sense.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
In general, Brooks knows how to get what he wants. Despite being a known trouble maker, he is a surprisingly charismatic, well-liked individual. He is shockingly knowledgeable about current events and is fiercely devoted to a select few social movements. Brooks is fun and wild, or at least he tries to be, and part of his draw is that he is always willing to include people in his antics. He doesn’t care what people think of him, and in turn he tries not to judge anyone either. Though he would never advertise himself as such, Brooks is the confidant of many. He holds a lot of people’s secrets and he always keeps them. His moral code is loose at best (especially when it comes to taking things that aren't his), but keeping secrets is a rule Brooks always follows.
Brooks Moore doesn’t care what people think of him.
He never knew his mother. She died when he was little kid. Cancer. His family didn’t have enough money to pay for the outrageous medical bills. Brooks and his sister grew up in a one-room apartment in London; they were lucky if they had money for school supplies let alone hospital expenses. Though, honestly, even if they had the money it wouldn’t have made a difference. The doctors caught the cancer too late. Brook’s mother was given a life expectancy with her diagnosis: two years. It was off by about nine months. Barbara Moore died before her son turned four. Being so young, Brooks doesn’t have any memories of his mother. His father didn’t talk about her. "Tears don’t put food on the table," Brooks' father would say when asked. In other words, his father was too busy taking care of his family to dissolve into mourning for his wife. He was putting his kids first, and Brooks respected that.
The boy would have liked to say that because of this, he started stealing to help his father. That would have eased the guilt, but the truth was Brooks never felt any guilt for taking things that weren’t his. He still doesn’t. Brooks started stealing when he was younger out of jealousy. Growing up, he always had so little and the other kids always had so much, and Brooks didn’t think that was fair.
Brooks learned to manipulate and con people while he was young. His mother’s death was a casualty of life – that is how both his father and sister treated it. Terrible things happen, but people have to learn how to move on. Brooks was raised to live with this. He was comfortable with this attitude, but, as he discovered, not everyone was. When he was seven, his father moved him and his sister to a different part of London to stay with their grandparents, and his grandparents’ neighbors were full of pity. When word spread that Mr. Moore was a widower with two children under the age of ten, the entire apartment complex collectively sympathized. They bought the small family gift baskets and meals, and it wasn’t long before Brooks figured out he would get more from them. Every morning Brooks would get up after the paper delivery and collect the papers from the doors of the entire floor. He had previously spun a story about a new regulation that stated papers were to be delivered to the main lobby ten floors down instead of directly to doors. Brooks, however, graciously offered to fetch these papers for the residents (many of whom were elderly), for the small sum of two dollars. If they agreed, every morning after taking the papers from their door, Brooks would charge them two dollars to get it back. It so obviously a scam, but who could say no to a little boy who had lost his mother? Very few it turned out. Brooks never grew out of his cons, if anything he grew into them.
When his magic began to manifest, they became part of his little tricks. Brooks didn't understand what was happening to him at first. His first act of magic happened when he was nine. Angry with a bully for stealing his lunch, Brooks had imagined how foolish the boy would look if he suddenly fell over. The next thing Brooks knew, the bully was sprawled out on the playground, his shoelaces magically knotted together. This happened several more times. Brooks would get angry, imagine something to happen, and magically it would. Overtime he began to incorporate this new found skill into his pranks. Young Brooks couldn't explain it, but he thought it was awesome. It was only until he received his letter from Hogwarts a few years later that everything began to make sense.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
In general, Brooks knows how to get what he wants. Despite being a known trouble maker, he is a surprisingly charismatic, well-liked individual. He is shockingly knowledgeable about current events and is fiercely devoted to a select few social movements. Brooks is fun and wild, or at least he tries to be, and part of his draw is that he is always willing to include people in his antics. He doesn’t care what people think of him, and in turn he tries not to judge anyone either. Though he would never advertise himself as such, Brooks is the confidant of many. He holds a lot of people’s secrets and he always keeps them. His moral code is loose at best (especially when it comes to taking things that aren't his), but keeping secrets is a rule Brooks always follows.