caradoc dearborn

caradoc dearborn. thirty years old. loyal to the order. spell inventor. ravenclaw alumni.

[dcrborn]

time: march 23rd, 1969 location: ravenclaw’s common room status: closed for @adoloxov

today, the ravenclaw house had a reason to celebrate - they’d won against gryffindor in quidditch. as always, the captain of the team was throwing a huge party to celebrate and of course, people from all houses would attend, even gryffindors. usually caradoc would avoid the common room when the parties were being held; it was too loud for his liking, too much people, too much noise. he wasn’t a fan of big crowds, drunk teenagers and loud music. however, tonight doc would attend it. not because he’d suddenly grew to be a party animal, not at all. he needed to find his friend. yes, doc and dolohov were still friends, even if the other was keeping his distance. even if doc didn’t agree with antonin’s point of view, his cruelty and his outbursts. he’d read about nikolai dolohov’s death on the daily prophet. at last, killed by aurors. they’d tried to imprison him, but he’d killed two of them before finally meeting his end. the man deserved to die -- he was a notorious, cruel, ruthless murderer. however, one shouldn’t judge the son for his father’s sins. perhaps this is why doc refused to give up on antonin.

he walked in the common room, which was much fuller than usual. people were dancing, snogging each other, drinking like there was no tomorrow. it didn’t take long for doc to push throw the croud and find antonin, nursing a bottle of vodka. the dearborn took the seat next to his. for a few moments, he struggled to find the right words to approach him. a silent hey rolled off his lips, but that was about it. until doc’s eyes fell on athena at the other side of the room. “i reckon the two of you are still on bad terms?” the ravenclaw asked, his lips forming into a small sympathetic smile. that wouldn’t do, though. he supposed she was the least of the slytherin’s  worries right now. “i’m.. i heard about your dad. i’m really sorry about what happened.“ dark hues turned towards his friend, full of sympathy. perhaps nikolai was awful, but he was still his father. doc wondered how antonin was feeling right now.

[dcrborn]

emxvanity‌:

it was a rarity for her to be here , in this place filled with commoners and bitter memories.                     ( of better times and childish dreams )  it was night so childish hopes slept soundly in the castle walls and the only ones left were scattered in groups. she hoped that no one would recognize her – would see the frown that wrapped around her lips and whisper back to her father. how much is she risking to just feel alive for a night ? so much , so much. but that did not matter right now  ;  her attention captured by the purple and black bruises on his face.  “ did you win ? “  she asked , her voice low as her eyes gleamed with curiosity.  “ or are you now nursing a wounded ego as well ?  i hear the ego of men cannot be mended so easily. “

“neither of us won, thank merlin.” caradoc admitted. the girl had a point; his ego was certainly bruised as well as his pride. but right now, they were the least of the dearborn’s concerns. there were more important things, such as the well-being of his family and loved ones. his vengeance. “i suppose you’re right.. about most men. but i couldn’t care less for my ego right now.” 

[dcrborn]

mcmarlene‌:

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.” From what she heard from the barmaids, she at least owed him that… since her name was, apparently, brought up in the fight. She grimaced at that, not because of what he said but what it implied. That Antonin hurt Caradoc a lot more than Dearborn hit him. That Antonin was a fucking problem that she didn’t know how to solve. Well, apart from killing him or putting him in Azkaban but neither of those options worked either. Fuck. Speaking of the other guy… Whomp, there it is. If she had a knut for every time someone said ‘we need to talk’ to Marlene, she’d have her own vault at Gringotts. “I know him,” she blurted out, not sure if she was defending herself of him. She knew him more than she’d care to admit. “I know him,” she admitted, voice quiet now. She meant to say ‘I know he’s a bad guy’ but couldn’t force the words out because… she didn’t believe that. If she did, she wouldn’t be in this mess. He did bad things, but he wasn’t a bad guy… because what was logic? “So thank you for the concern, but I’m a big girl, Doc. So our paths cross sometimes. Like you said, I can take care of myself.”

doc furrowed his brows at marlene’s response. she was strong, smart, fiery.. and painfully stubborn. he admired her for her qualities and flaws, all of them, really. but still, he couldn’t help the worry and concern he felt. the dearborn was convinced that marlene wasn’t aware of what she was getting herself into. he wanted to keep her out of danger, but perhaps if she knew the truth, she’d pick the wiser decision. “no, marls. you don’t, not really.” caradoc muttered as he took a sip of his glass. “he’s killed many people. he killed my brother, cormac right in front of my eyes. i didn’t see his face -- they were all wearing masks. but i know it was him. i don’t need to see the mark on his wrist to know.” 

[dcrborn]

scbwilkes‌:

sebastian knocked back the rest of his drink and slammed it down, perhaps a bit too aggressively given the hush that had fallen over the pub.  a couple heads turned, and he shot a glance back at them.  another lost match for the falcons.  “least i managed to knock one o’ tutshill’s chasers into the dirt,”  he muttered, signaling to the portly man of the bar for another pint.  “all i know is this shit — ”  referring to recent events, he could hear a group at the other end mumbling about it, “ — better not start interfering with quidditch.”  an incredibly sympathetic response from sebastian.  but he’d heard mutterings already, and that was the icing on the cake.  never mind that he was directly involved, and was entirely responsible for his own demise.  right now, he just needed to wallow.

caradoc turned to the source of the yelling -- it was sebastian wilkes, sitting just on the table next to his. doc didn’t know much about the man; he’d seen him playing and he knew of his ill temper, but that was about it. still, doc didn’t trust him for some reason. he didn’t like his violent way of playing and his outburts. “that’s a real achievement, aye. congratulations. it’s not how quidditch is supposed to be played.” the man put his two cents out there. he’s been finding it hard to stay quiet lately. “it will interfere with quidditch, alright. unless someone puts an end to it.” 

[dcrborn]

fcnwick‌:

his mind was on another planet, so benjy had been perfectly content to drink in silence.  it wasn’t even until the man next to him spoke up that he even realized who it was.  and when he caught a good look at caradoc’s face, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.  sue him.  he was but a man.  “what, d’you think i should see the other guy?”  once he got his laughter under control, he flagged down the barkeep and ordered them each a pint.  not that he really should have been blowing the money, but they both clearly needed it.  “hey.  it’s kinda funny that we call you doc.  you know, ‘cause you’re shit at healing.”  

“i think it’s best if none of us have to see him at all. especially marlene.” caradoc commented, nodding in gratude to benjy as he took a swig from his pint. at the boy’s next words, doc gave him a side-eye and a frown, though he couldn’t keep it up for too long before a smile reappeared on his face once again. “funny. piss of, benjy.” caradoc let out a silent laugh, but groaned out in pain when his rib started hurting from the movement. “i think i’ll have to see an actual healer and don’t let pride get in the way.” 

[dcrborn]

mcmarlene‌:

Marlene couldn’t remember the last time she went a whole day without at least stopping in the Three Broomsticks for a drink - but that was a problem for another day. Right now she had a friend in need. A friend that needed something a lot stronger than a butterbeer. “Can’t help you there, buddy. I don’t work here anymore, remember?” she shrugged and stood up on her tippy toes anyway, reaching over the bar to grab a bottle of firewhisky. One of the barmaids gave her a knowing look, but she just flashed that award winning Marlene smile and lowered herself onto the stool beside her friend. “Heard what happened. This is the part where you’re supposed to say ‘if you think I look bad, you should see the other guy.’ Here,“ she offered, holding out the bottle… but only after she took the first drink.

“that’s a bummer. i suppose you’ll have to buy me a drink then. “ caradoc joked, a small smile appearing on his lips as he turned towards marlene. “perhaps, but it might be a bit of a lie.” the dearborn admitted as he took the bottle from the girl’s hands and poured himself a drink. antonin’s threats were still lingering at the back of his mind and he couldn’t let it go. he was worried for his sister and marlene’s safety, but especially the mckinnons. after all, she was the one in contant with suspected death eaters. “speaking of the other guy.. we need to talk.” caradoc began speaking again, taking in a deep breath. “i know you’ve been spending time with dolohov. i’ve known the guy since hogwarts -- he’s always been a bad person. it’s not safe for you to be in his presence, marlene. i know you can take care of yourself, i do. but this is different. you don’t know him like i do.“ 

[dcrborn]

time: 8:00pm location: the three broomsticks status: open for everyone

caradoc was ashamed of himself, really. he’d lost his temper and started a fight and now he was paying the consequences for it. his injuries were the least of his concern, though. he had to figure out how to have dolohov thrown in azkaban without having marlene and his younger sister in danger. he fixed himself up as well as he could after the fight; healing spells weren’t caradoc’s strong suit, but at least he managed to fix his broken nose. he sat at the bar of the three broomsticks and ordered himself a drink, turning to the person sitting next to him when they suddenly spoke. “this? it’s just some bruising, i’ll be fine. it’s some butterbeer i need right now.” 

[dcrborn]

adoloxov‌:

antonin was caught off guard – he hadn’t expected caradoc to lose his cool so quickly and before he could react, his wand was already knocked off his hands. the dearborn had always been much smarter and quicker with his spells. “ blyat. “ antonin cursed under his breath as he felt the spells cut his bicep and another his face, barely missing his eye. he grabbed the nearby small table and positioned it in front of himself like a shield while attempting to approach caradoc. it covered his face and torso, which was good enough for now.“ well, fuck me gently with a bludger. you’ve gotten good, carrie. “ it wasn’t a duel he craved, though. he needed to punch something. the spells didn’t stop coming his way, cutting right through the table. it was when antonin was finally close enough that he reached for caradoc’s wand, cutting his hand in the process but twisting the other’s wrist in the process. blood was dripping down his face, arm and palm, but he didn’t pay it any attention at the moment. he was ecstatic. clenching his fist, antonin threw the table aside and swung at caradoc. 

of course the bastard would be creative enough to use a table as his shield. caradoc kept throwing his spells at antonin; the wood would break eventually and soon it did. he did hit antonin a few times, he could see the blood dripping down his face as he approached. caradoc attempted to take a few steps back but couldn’t because of the chair getting in his way. it took him one wrong step for antonin to snatch the wand out of his hands and land his fist on his face. the dearborn had never been good enough with hand-to-hand combat, especially with a man twice his size. all caradoc could do right now was attempt to protect his head as the punches kept landing, one after another. he lost his balance and was thrown on the ground; everything hurt and it felt like he’d lose consciousness any second now after having so many punches landed on his head and body. it suddenly all stopped though; caradoc was dizzy but he opened his eyes to see a small crowd gathered and antonin having pulled away, at last. 

[dcrborn]

adoloxov‌:

it was a dangerous game that antonin was playing; seemed like any minute now he would earn himself a one-way ticket to azkaban. what he was doing was stupid, but the man always tended to be reckless and let his foul mouth put him in troublesome situations. it’d be a lie if he said it wasn’t exciting, though. “ i don’t give a shit. and you don’t know shit. my father wasn’t his to kill. “ he couldn’t deny what caradoc said. like father, like son – they were both horrible people. antonin sometimes liked to think that he was at least a bit better than his father, however it seemed like what was his worst nightmare once was becoming reality - turning into nikolai dolohov. “ is that so? now, don’t be like that, doc. we might not be close anymore but we’ve still got mutual friends. how’s marlene, by the way? i haven’t seen her for a while, but i think she’s starting to really like me. “ antonin was fond of the blonde; he really didn’t want to hurt her. perhaps it was an empty threat or perhaps he’d do it if necessary. he had to protect himself, after all. it was the price of dealing with the consequences when you’re already deep in shit because of your big mouth. “ and how’s your squib of a sister doing? we’re at war and she’s left all alone, so defenseless. that can’t be safe. “ 

caradoc dearborn was a quiet, reserved man. he prided himself on having so much self-control, however, right now.. it was a different story. his blood was boiling at the mention of marlene mckinnon and his younger sister. the thought of the two being hurt made his blood boil. if it was true, if dolohov really di d kill cormac, then without a doubt he’d hurt others as well. antonin had always been cruel, ever since the hogwarts days - caradoc could clearly recall how his friend would get into fights, the things he’d do, how easy it was for him to lose his temper. the dearborn never thought he’d see himself in this situation, to be so out of control, to lose his temper. but his hand was already on his wand. “don’t you dare threaten them in front of me!” caradoc yelled out, getting up from his seat and taking out his wand. “expelliarmus!” he disarmed antonin before he could do anything else. caradoc had some spells he invented, ones he’d been saving for a special occasion. this one seemed appropriate. pointing his wand to the other man once again, he shot spell after spell; ones that would cut like daggers.

[dcrborn]

adoloxov‌:

antonin leaned back into his seat, bringing up his glass of whiskey to his lips and downing its contents at once. a small smile danced across his lips - caradoc was obviously pissed and if anything, it was entertaining. the other wasn’t fooling around, getting straight to the point. it was a dangerous situation; antonin shouldn’t risk being revealed. the wise thing would be to deny it all and walk away, but antonin dolohov is anything but a wise man. leaning forward, he looked straight into the other’s eyes and lowered his voice. “ i did. i killed cormac dearborn and i enjoyed every second of it. i loved watching him squirm like the little bitch he was as the light left his eyes. “ was it too much? did he go too far? antonin didn’t care. “ that fucker killed my father. he had it coming. you got any other questions for me? “ 

caradoc clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. every inch of his being wanted antonin dolohov death, right here, right now, on the spot. killing was against his moral code, against his very being. yet the hatred and the grief over his loss were stronger at the moment. no.. he deserved worse. he deserved to rot in jail, not a quick death. “your father was a murderer! so are you! my brother was an auror, he was doing his job. he protects the innocents against evil people like your lot--” caradoc raised his voice before stopping mid-sentence, taking a deep breath and looking around, making sure no one was getting too interested in their conversation. after all, he didn’t know how many of antonin’s friends were around. “you’ll pay for this. i’ll get my proof and you’ll rot in azkaban for what you’ve done. for everything you’ve done.”

[dcrborn]

adoloxov‌:

antonin had stopped by the three broomsticks to have a few drinks, make some deals ( and catch a glimpse of a certain someone ). he was surprised when caradoc dearborn suddenly took the seat opposite his, but it was a welcome one nonetheless. the man hadn’t had a good fight in weeks, he’d been craving it. his old classmate was getting dangerously close to finding out that i was indeed antonin who murdered cormac dearborn, but truth to be told, he was enjoying the chase. cormac murdering his father left a feeling of distate for all dearborns in antonin. sure, nikolai dolohov was a cunt, but he was still his father. no one had the right to kill him, but antonin himself. “ what is it, carrie? “ he finally spoke, his tone mocking. “ you’d like to buy me a drink? “

so far caradoc was able to keep his cool, which was crucial. he knew the truth already, he was almost convinced, but he needed to hear it from antonin before he did anything. it was only fair. he deserved to know why. they were friends once - a long, long time ago, when they were young and innocent. caradoc no longer had any love for his old friend. “i’m going to be straightforward with you, dolohov and i’ll ask this only once. “ the dearborn spoke through gritted teeth. he had no time to waste, no desire to play games.  ‘if you’re as much of a man as you say you are, you’ll tell me the truth. did you kill cormac?“ 

[dcrborn]

time: 6:34pm location: the three broomsticks status: closed for @adoloxov

caradoc still remember that night, when he lost his beloved older brother. he watched cormac die and couldn’t do a single thing to help him; just lay down on the ground as the masked man struck him down. caradoc does remember the man was tall of stature and the dinstinctive tattoos that peeked through his ripped shirt; cormac didn’t go down without a fight, after all. caradoc had spent years trying to hunt down the man and at last, his suspicions lay on antonin dolohov. the dearborn was acting against his orders and without the order’s knowledge. this was personal. he’d followed the russian to the three broomsticks and watched him for some time as he drank his butterbeer. people came and left the other’s table; caradoc was waiting for the perfect moment. at last, when antonin was left alone, doc got up from his place and took the seat opposite the other man. “dolohov. i’d like to speak to you.“ he felt the anger burning inside him. if he could, doc would start a duel right here, right now. he’d despised antonin ever since heir hogwarts days. but innocents would get hurt and that’s not what he intended. so for now. he had to keep his emotions in check.