come fly with me

Caradoc Dearborn || 6th Year Hufflepuff || Raised to Be Charming, Not Sincere "People like me don't write books. We get written about." This is the story of a boy who had everything he could wish for, and yet still found himself a million miles away from happily ever after. This is not a love story.

[lupine-lupin-blog]

Shhh! Keep your voice down! I don’t know any runes to protect you from the wrath of an overprivileged white bitch. 

Are you in the Slug Club? 

[caradoc-cares-not]

I thought the enchanted bark would work for any kind of rodent.... Besides, I don’t need runes when I have this smile.

Uhh, yeah, I think so. Slughorn keeps jovially threatening to kick me out for missing so many meetings. Why do you ask?

[xcanisx-blog]

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated, handsome.” He chuckled. “Oh, cookies? You know I always love to get free and delicious food. And yes, it’s all fun and games until you get slapped and you get labelled as a pervert for eternity. Is just not worth it, mate.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Oh, well, you know I’ll bring your studly face cookies any time-- day, night, or in between. Why must you always be the harsh bringer of reality, Sirius? Why? I’m a peacock; you gotta let me fly.”

[xcanisx-blog]

“Well, hypothetically me and the boys are working on getting a mistletoe that works on the professors so, you know…Keep an eye open for that. I’d keep my hands to myself, though. You don’t want to get in too much trouble.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Please alert me to the ongoing status of this hypothetical project, and let me know if there’s any way I can assist you. I’m awesome at baking cookies, which I’m pretty sure are great brain food. Aw, man.... but skirting the line of ‘too much trouble’ is the whole point.”

[lupine-lupin-blog]

Careful! If looks could kill, Narcissa Black would have you six feet under for drawing too much attention away from her outfit. 

[caradoc-cares-not]

Pretty sure the princess could do with a little ego-lightening. Besides, don’t you think she’d look even prettier if we could get her to really smile? If we could get her to laugh?

[xcanisx-blog]

“That cheeky old man… That mistletoe better trap him too.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Hypothetically speaking.... Do you think the mistletoe works on professors? And do you think being forced to kiss by a demented piece of shrubbery would be enough to avoid detention for inappropriate touching? Hypothetically.”

[lupine-lupin-blog]

Guess Slughorn isn’t exactly the type to whip and nae nae, huh?

Anyone want to help me try to change that? 

[caradoc-cares-not]

Being wild at parties and using ridiculous dance moves? Uhhh, pretty sure that’s my bat signal.

[caradoc-cares-not]

amt|| c&s

Sirius: Sex with hair. That is a kink I did not know existed.

Sirius: I'll go with incredibly turned on.

Sirius: But not as good as James'.

Caradoc: And now you can't stop picturing it, can you? You're welcome.

Caradoc: Aw, thanks, Black. Your loyalty touches my glitter-filled heart. See, this is why you're my favorite.

Caradoc: Let me amend that to almost favorite.

[caradoc-cares-not]

accidental mass text || c&l

Lucinda: depends on who this is?

Caradoc: this is obviously a sex hair god

Caradoc: o b v i o u s l y

[caradoc-cares-not]

accidental mass text || c&?

Caradoc: okay but seriously

Caradoc: on a scale of 1 to I-want-to-have-sex-with-it

Caradoc: how awesome would you rate my hair today

[zazavasyutin]

“You’re out of your mind. Completely and totally.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

So it really wasn’t you who festooned the trees in the courtyard with scarves? Because I would totally take credit for that epic plan, if I were you. I mean, how often do you get to be a Scarf Master?

[kingsley--shacklebolt-blog]

“What can I say? I like to think myself an honest man despite everything that is going on.”

“I feel like we need a bonfire or something. Somewhere we can all go and just forget about things for a little bit.” 

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Dude, you are a fucking genius! A bonfire and cheer-up smores is exactly what this castle needs. Let’s do this. Right now.”

[inthelilies-blog]

“Part of me wants to say yes just to see which answer you think I’m willing you to pick, but I need a good surprise, so nope, no catch – no mind reading required.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“A good surprise, you say? Well, then, I’m going to go with the previously unmentioned option D-- midnight fairy hunting in the gardens.”

[inthelilies-blog]

“Your mum sounds like a wise woman, ‘Doc.” A laugh slipped past the redhead’s lips. “Ah, quite a dilemma you’ve given me here. Why don’t you surprise me? Pick your poison.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Oh man, oh man, I love surprises.”

“You’re really okay with me picking any choice? This isn’t one of those things where you say I can pick anything I want, but secretly there’s a right answer that I damn well better hit? Because I am not that great at reading minds, so.”

[prongspatrol-blog]

Amelia closed her eyes and held out her hand. “A or C… Your choice.”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Uhhhhhh, well... A seems like the safer option?”

“Besides, it’s been way too long since I’ve had to try to wash glitter out of my hair.”

[kingsley--shacklebolt-blog]

“What can i say? You’re not really my type, man. I’d rather be honest than lead you on.” 

“I’m holding. Trying to keep my head up. The castle is way too quiet though. It’s messing with me.” 

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Well, I do appreciate the honesty. Far too much subterfuge going on around here lately, and not the fun secret agent kind.”

“Agreed. It’s like, deathly quiet around here, which is just... yeah. Not what we need right now. What we need right now is for everyone to remember what it feels like to be alive.”

[decoruspopulus]

“Are you talking to me?”

[caradoc-cares-not]

“Oh. Um... hi. I didn’t realize it was... you.”

[kingsley--shacklebolt-blog]

“Can I go with Option B? Option A means that there is going to be glitter on my cloaks for at least three weeks and I’m not interested in you in that way, Caradoc.” 

[caradoc-cares-not]

“I know, I know, you’ve been heartbreakingly immune to my charm. Do you know how many pints of mint chip ice cream I’ve cried into over your sculpted jawline? But, yeah! Let’s go play tag! Can’t promise there won’t still be glitter, though.”

“By the way, how are you holding up with, uh.... everything?”