like a rolling stone;

LIKE A COMPLETE UNKNOWN (how does it feel?) caelius rookwood. fifth year prefect. hufflepuff seeker. laughter in the common room, unshakeable foundations, easy grins, conspiratorial whispers in class, pets resting against your side, drumming fingers on desks, twirling quills between your fingers, running your hand through your hair, stubborn faith, understanding emotions, fresh grass.

[caelivs]

narcissablvxk:

Narcissa sighed, looking over at Caelius before leaning her head against his shoulder with another huff. “What kind of Professor assigns us in-class work Caelius?” She whined, flicking through the pages as well. “It doesn’t matter to me, in fact, I don’t even know the answer to that C. When did we learn this?”

Instinctively tilting his head and shoulder slightly so they were more curved towards her for her comfort, Caelius made an exasperated clicking noise. “Who the fuck even knows?” he muttered, looking at the pages with wide eyes—he wasn’t processing this, and honestly, he couldn’t even muster up the effort to try. “I feel like we’re meant to learn more this year than all four years preceding,” he grumbled, “but I don’t remember hearing about any of this.” He flicked through his fairly sporadic notes, squinting. “It looks like it came up a few weeks ago, but I don’t remember a thing,” he said honestly.

[caelivs]

tiberism:

     “ really? you don’t seem very interested. ”

        Caelius, for no reason he could discern, felt vaguely guilty for being a bit of a prat, but he quickly put that down to the fact that he actually enjoyed Tiberius’ company, especially because he couldn’t quite get a handle on it.

        “Nah, for real,” he said, shooting a sheepish grin. “I was just distracted, m’sorry. And maybe in a bit of a mood from all the Potions homework. But yeah, keep going. I want to hear, honest.” 

[expectatvalentines]

To Caelius Rockwood, from Benjy Fenwick. Valentine given with a quaffle cookie. 

@caelivs

[caelivs]

“Oh, tell me more.”

[caelivs]

narcissablvxk:

“Nothing will make you miss home more than sitting uncomfortably for an hour pretending to do your own homework,” Narcissa mumbled to herself as she rolled her eyes. 

A sigh. A scrape as a chair was pushed back from a table. An exasperated huff of air. Caelius Rookwood was not thrilled with this turn of events. “Seriously,” he grumbled, from where he was propping his head up on one hand next to her, distractedly flicking through the pages of his textbook, “I don’t really care about the properties of mugwort and asphodel when they’re combined with lacewing. Does it matter?”

[rickscosnett-deactivated2022122]

[narcissablvxk-blog]

MOODBOARD: FifthSquad (Aaron, Narcissa & Caelius)

And I was only ever supposed to need you to protect me, you know. I’m not able to fight things on my own but then I fought for you and then you two fought for me and you became important. I was only ever supposed to meet you to protect me.

[narcissablvxk-blog]

MOODBOARD: Narcissa + Caelius

It’s funny how the world works. Maybe a little cruel, like it’s laughing at you. And maybe it was because all Narcissa wanted was to stop caring about people. She just wanted to stop caring, to focus on her family and to stop caring about anyone else. But life was unkind, and caring was cruel. Because Caelius was not family, but she couldn’t help but care. She wanted him to be safe and she didn’t know if she had it in her to protect that many people but she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop it.

[caelivs]

aaron-avery:

“A Ukrainian Ironbelly could probably just step on the Hungarian Horntail and it’d be toast.”

“Yeah, but it’d have to catch it first, and Horntails are a damn sight faster.”

[caelivs]

thebadgerted:

catchloves:

“okay, but —” greta adjusted herself so she was sitting up more in her seat, feet tucked under her and book effectively discarded on the arm of the chair. “you’re completely discounting the basilisk. or the ukranian ironbelly.”

“Yeah, I think a basilisk would win, because of the whole turning things into stone. What about a troll? They have tough hides, right?” Quite honestly, Ted wasn’t as knowledgeable in magical creatures, but he couldn’t ever resist a discussion.

“The Ironbelly’d have to catch it first to be any real threat, and the Horntail’s pretty much unparalleled for speed—but the basilisk is better,” he considered, musing upon both of their points. “Basilisk’d have to catch it, though, same as the Ironbelly, and it’s incredibly dangerous but it’s still a serpent, yeah? Horntail can fly. Basilisk’d kill it if it looked it straight in the eyes, but if the Horntail’s flying, indirect sight is more likely, so Ted’s probably right about stone... then again, this’d definitely have to be theoretical, because you’re not going to be able to shove a dragon in the same area as a basilisk, completely different habitats, and any basilisk that decides to brave the open lands could find themselves dead because of a ruddy rooster,” Caelius pointed out, shifting to shove his books impatiently towards the side. “Trolls do,” Cael acknowledged, “but I dunno if they’re strong enough to survive a Horntail’s flame. Maybe a mountain troll, but even if they could survive, how’d they beat it? They’re very aggressive but they’re pretty thick.”

[caelivs]

“Yeah, all right, but what’s gonna beat a Hungarian Horntail on a good day, ‘cept maybe a giant-sized manticore?”

[professor-flint-deactivated2017]

As he was walking down a hall to go to the staff room, Eli heard a commotion just around the corner. The loud noise echoed off the castle’s stone walls causing him to just about jump out of his skin. What the hell was that?

Eli swiftly rounded the corner to see what had made such a startling sound. “What’s going on here,” he demanded to know.

[caelivs]

“Think Peeves was up to mischief, sir,” Cael informed him. Leaning back slightly, hands in his pockets, Caelius Rookwood did not necessarily seem like the epitome of responsibility that you might expect from a prefect, but he genuinely hadn’t caused any issues and had, in fact, arrived on the scene in an attempt to work out what was going on. A stunning display of responsibility, really, especially considering his contribution to the prefect cause was generally just being someone the students felt comfortable coming to, not actual active problem-solving. Cael was mildly concerned that he might actually do his Potions homework next. “Looks like he was maybe messing around in the Armoury and just... kept going,” Caelius suggested, pointing out a metal helmet rolling around the corridor.

[closedrosemary-blog1]

“We’re supposed to be studying, so you can’t really cheat off this– but if you need help, I can help you?”

[caelivs]

“Oh, I wasn’t looking at it—didn’t mean to, anyway,” Caelius said easily, flashing her a smile. “Not in your class, so don’t worry. I was just lookin’ around—distracting myself from Transfiguration, you know. What are you working on?”