living like we're renegades

Caradoc Dearborn Seventh Year - Hufflepuff - Hafl-Blood

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“So it’s almost time for all that new year, new me bullshit.”

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“What? I want to drop 50 pounds, stop smoking and learn to knit. New year, new me! Don’t judge me McKinnon.”

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lilyrevans “It’s just a cough potion, my friend has a bit of a cold.” Lily smiled, “Nothing explosive, I promise.”

“Well that’s a relief. How’d you manage to convince Madame Pomfrey to give you one of her cough potions? I swear she only gives those to people who are at death’s door. I was practically coughing up a lung the other week and she told me I was just being a baby and that I just needed to go drink tea.”

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tildvntoots

“Oh, Merlin’s balls. Bless you, Doc.” Tilden replied sincerely. “I barely even noticed I don’t have it in my grasp anymore.”

“Well sorry to disappoint you mate, but these aren’t Merlin’s balls. If you lost those I can’t, and I don’t want help you with that.”

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flynn-evanston

“What is it my sanity?” He mused turning to look at what he was pointing at.

“No but it is your wand, so that’s probably close enough.”

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evanrvsier “— so you were that son of a prick. Ah. I remember now… tripping you over in class more than once, an act of mercy in my part considering I almost got a troll because of your doing.” Evan paused in reminiscence, reconciling the idle cigarette and his lips once more. “I’m stunned. You didn’t even grew a bit the last time I acknowledged your presence, and mind you, that was years ago. How do you expect me to remember?”

Caradoc shrugged, but the idea of almost being the cause of a potential ‘Troll’ grade strangely brought a smile to his face. He didn’t particularly have anything against Evan, but they weren’t friends either. “If I haven't grown at all since fifth year, shouldn’t you be able to recognize me? Either your logic’s screwed up, mate, or you have the world’s worst memory.”

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littlejoeybaker “Your head is the size of a bowling ball. Forgive me for assuming it could take the hit,” Joey shrugged, scribbling notes down on her paper. It was her goal to memorize as many advanced offensive spells as she could. The next time she met with Kingsley, she was not going to get caught in a bubble. That was embarrassing. “Your feet are filthy and I’m not going to stare at them unless you want them to become practice for my next spell.”

He knocked his knuckes against the side of his head and grinned, “It’s as hard as a bowling ball too. Last week I barely noticed when Gwenog accidentally hit me with her beater’s bat.” He wiggled his feet closer to her when she pointed them out, “How can you even tell if they’re dirty? I have shoes and socks on,” he said proudly, like it was an accomplishment he even got dressed today. “Besides, just last week I agreed to let some second years give me a pedicure,” he announced gravely, “Never. Again.”

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evanrvsier

“You’re a seventh year?” Evan was about to take another drag, but paused his attempt as he heard his reply. “Shite, that’s bullocks. Don’t fuck around with me, kid. You look like you’re barely a fifth.”

The only response Caradoc could think to give was a roll of his eyes, something childish that probably would just make Evan continue to think of him as a fifth year. “Rosier, we were potions partners in fifth. I blew up our cauldron once or twice or three times when adding too much Blast-Ended Skrewt powder?”

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Perhaps it was not the smile that he had been intending, but Joey did reward him with a smirk upon hearing him hit the ground. “If you were a first or second year, I might accept that tone of surprise in your voice. As it is, I’ve been in this castle for five and a half years and I hardly think you should be surprise that you’re in this predicament with me, Dear. Now, if you’ll leave me to my studies, I can promise to allow your fingers to remain attached to your hand and your hand attached to your wrist and your wrist attached to your arm. I’m in a forgiving mood,” She gave him a smirk and a nod, turning around back to her school work. However, she kept her eyes tilted to the side to watch for any retaliation.

After a few moments of laying on the ground like a useless sack of rocks, Caradoc finally rolled over and pushed himself off the ground. Abandoning his table and the school work on it, he flung himself into the seat next to Joey, feet on her table and balancing on the back two legs of the chair. “Yeah, but like, three years ago your knock-back jinxes didn’t carry quite the punch that they do now, I don’t get even a little bit of concern?” he complained, rubbing his chest. It was obvious by his attitude and the persistent grin on his face that he was 100% okay. 

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“Oh, bloody- Thank you, I hadn’t even noticed!” Lily smiled and picked up the small potion vial she had dropped on the ground. 

“Umm, what’s in the vial?” she asked, looking a little nervous as he admitted, “Not gonna lie, I was afraid for a second that it was gonna explode when you dropped it.”

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“Oh, uh – thanks.” She quickly picked up her Potions textbook and offered a smile. “Caradoc, right? I think we had Charms last year together.”

“You think?!” she exclaimed, a mock look of hurt on his face, “Greta, does that time I brought you toast in charms class mean nothing to you?”

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littlejoeybaker

Joey gripped the table with both of her hands, wishing she had super human strength to break it in half in that moment. She turned around with quick speed, her eyes blazing until she realized it was Caradoc. Her posture relaxed, but her facial expression hardened. “Of course it is you,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her wand from the table and pointing it at him, sending a knock-back jinx his way.

It was in the way her shoulders relaxed just the tiniest that thrilled him into thinking he was going to succeeded in his goal of making her smile. Even though she didn’t reward him with a grin he knew there wasn’t anything truly malicious in that glare. He should have seen it coming. Maybe she wouldn’t cut off his hand, but when the jinx hit him dead on he knew he really shouldn’t have been surprised. With a shout and four wildly waving limbs, he and his chair toppled loudly to the ground. “Damn Baker,” he groaned, clutching his chest dramatically. He didn’t move from where he was sprawled out on the ground.

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evanrvsier

“You must think highly of yourself considering you’re assuming I care the slightest about your issues.. when I do not.” He scoffed, an incredulous look plastered across his face. “But I can’t help but agree. History of Magic is indeed, a bore. Want to smoke, kid?”

Caradoc’s eyebrows furrowed at Evan’s words. He wasn’t bothered about him not caring about his complaints over the boring subject, no, it was something else. “Kid?” he asked incredulously, :You realize we’re in the same year and have been in the same year for, oh, about 7 of them.”

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“Ah, I think you dropped this...”

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“You’re not supposed to be here.” Evan looked up at the intruder for split second before taking a drag.

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“Neither are you, but I can’t handle one more talk about goblin rebellions or giant wars or whatever other crap we’re still talking about in History of Magic.”

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“What? I’m only heading to the bathrooms for a shower..”

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“For the love of Merlin, Fenwick, there’s no need for you to waltz through the great hall without a shirt. Won’t you keep your clothes on until you at least reach your common room? Seriously, I’m pretty sure there’s a pair of fourth years over there that are about to spontaneously combust.”

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Having been absolutely restless for the last several hours, Joey had decided that the best way to get her mind off of things would be to advance on her studies. Thankfully, the library was very quiet mid-day. All was going well until she heard the repetitive tapping of a quill on a table coming from the seat behind her. Without turning around, she threatened, “Do that one more time and I’ll come and take your hand off. Some of us are actually trying to get things done.”

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Caradoc knew he had to get this damned History of Magic paper done, but his concentration just wasn’t there. He vaguely remembered learning about the Giant Wars in both fourth AND fifth year, so why the hell they were covering it again in seventh year was beyond him. How long could have the Giant Wars lasted for it to be covered in three years of schooling? Seriously, he needed to know this to write it down on his assignment. Where was that answer? He hadn’t even realized that he was tapping his quill when a girl practically hissed at him to stop doing so. He should have known it would be Joey threatening to dismember him over something like this. He didn’t take her threats to heart, and really she looked like she could use a laugh. Slowly, a large grin spread on his face, and he deliberately looked at her straight in the eye and tapped his quill again. Once. Twice. Then a whole sympathy of taping that almost sounded like the William Tell Overture.

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Cisco and Thea should hang out more often…

The ‘conditioner’ line was an ad lib. Carlos Valdes FTW.