Caradoc Dearborn

Caradoc Dearborn 6th Year Hufflepuff Prefect, chaser "change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal"

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

[toujourspurcissy-deactivated201]

Happy Birthday then.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Thanks, much appreciated.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

[hearthandhome-jones]

Me too. [Her eyes widen slightly] Did you like it?

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I loved it.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

[shipyoutomars-deactivated201405]

Ew, why would you want to be mature? Mature is just another word for boring. Oh, wait, today’s your birthday, yeah? Happy birthday, Dearborn.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I s'pose that's one way to look at it– I'm more excited for the magic out of school than anything else. Thanks McKinnon. We're the same age now, huh?

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

[thedaveygudgeon]

Happy Birthday! Maybe you’ll progressively feel older as the day goes on.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Thanks! Yeah, maybe by the end of today I'll feel fully seventeen instead of only partly.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

[toujourspurcissy-deactivated201]

Having in mind your gender… not very soon. Any older since when?

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Since today. I just turned seventeen.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

[hearthandhome-jones]

Maybe it’ll come with using magic out of school for the first time.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Maybe. That's what I'm looking forward to. [He grins.] I got your gift.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

You're not supposed to be in here.

[hazel-athogwarts]

Everyone’s got their favorites. Why do you like piano music so much? Do you play?

[she blushes] Yeah, that was me. That’s embarrassing, I hoped no one would remember it was me. In my defense it wasn’t my fault, and once I found out it wasn’t true I put mayonnaise in Tilden’s shoes as revenge. 

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Yeah, quite a bit– well, not so much at Hogwarts, but when I'm home. D'you play anything?

[he laughs.] Did he think twice about giving you wrong information after that?

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I don't feel any older.

Hopefully the maturity kicks in soon.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Dear Caradoc, 

I know we said no presents, but this one isn’t even really a present. It’s a tradition. I figured, well assumed, that muggleborns and their families aren’t informed on this tradition and I haven’t really seen in in books I’ve read— I’m rambling. Here’s the deal. When a wizard comes of age, it’s tradition to give him a watch and I’ve taken it upon myself to get you yours. It was hard to pick one I thought you’d like a whole lot…I’ve got a pile of catalogs with markings all throughout them under my bed and I had some help from Penelope, but I think I found a good one. So, here it is. I hope you like it and get some use out of it.

Happy seventeenth birthday, you wonderful bloke!

                                                                I love you,

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

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[hazel-athogwarts]

The fact that people don’t love Herbology as much as he does continues to confuse him to this day. [she grins] Much appreciated.

Most of my Hogwarts trivia came from Tilden, so my first year was spent sifting through all the rubbish information he gave me. Like if you didn’t get off the stairs within ten seconds they flipped and dumped you. 

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

[He laughs.] I s'pose it's understandable. I still find it hard to believe that not everyone likes piano music, although that's more of a personal taste than anything else.

Wait, you were that first year? I remember my friends mentioning a girl who always ran up the steps, I think you almost knocked one of them over.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

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[the--emma--vanity]

I guess that is moderately acceptable, then. Yes, I do plan on becoming next year’s Slytherin Captain, so I hope that I will at least be given a proper chance. [She smiles.] You likely think I’m the most sane because, by no fault of your own, I can only imagine that my teammates may not be your biggest fan. Not that I am, either, but— [She stops and looks dark briefly before allowing a smirk to work its way back onto her face.] What, don’t you trust me, Dearie? Really, you must learn to have a little faith.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

No, I can't say they are. I do believe you and Talkalot are the only ones who use my name rather than an insult. [He laughs.] I have plenty of faith, just not that you'd manage to sneak me into your dorm unscathed.

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[hazel-athogwarts]

Don’t tell Tilden, he’ll be so ashamed that his sister isn’t as much of a plant enthusiast as he is. 

Probably should have known that. Five years at this school and it’s taken me until now to discover that the rooms aren’t enchanted. 

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Every time I've talked to him he's asked why I dropped Herbology, so don't worry, I won't sell you out.

When I first came here I assumed everything was enchanted, don't worry. For most of my first year I thought my quill tell on me if I didn't do my homework.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

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[the--emma--vanity]

No, no problem. She just, isn’t. Strange though, I don’t take you for a gossip column enthusiast. [She laughs.] Oh Merlin, does that mean I’ll need to go complete crazy next year? [She cracks her neck and stretches her legs out in front of her briefly, getting comfortable.] Really. A heart of gold. Like, me, for example. [She grins, to prove her point.] C’mon, at least you’d go out having seen the mysterious Slytherin dorms. It’d be fun.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

[He shrugs.] One of my best friends loves it, so I have to keep up with it to keep up with her. Oh? Are you gonna be captain next year? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, although I do believe you're the most sane member of your team. [He scuffs one toe along the floor in front of his bed, laughing.] Fun, sure, but I don't know if it would be worth it. I have to admit, I'm rather fond of my life.

[princessbertha]

This doesn't make sense!

[princessbertha]

Yeah. I got three new colours of nail polish and a Gladrags gift card, so I guess that makes up for the two pounds.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

I'm happy to see you back. [He grins.] Did you manage to keep up with the gossip while you were locked away?

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

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[the--emma--vanity]

Yes. Dearie. That’s you. [She laughs and nods slowly, only stopping once she realizes what he said.] My girlfriend? No, no. I can’t disagree with your captain being crazy too, mind you. I think all of the captains are a little bonkers, if we’re being honest. [She scoffs.] What, you think they’d hex you and then leave you for dead? Rude, Dearie. Very rude. Some of us have hearts of gold. I can even prove it to you. Maybe someday I’ll sneak you into my dorms. Then I can both show off how comfortable my bed is compared to yours, and we can call it even. I’ll have been in your dorm and you’ll have been in mine. Fair and square.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Oh, sorry, I just assumed she was. [He nods, laughing again.] I think it's a requirement. You can't become captain without being at least a little crazy. [He leans back a bit more, still looking at her.] A heart of gold, really? Maybe I'll take you up on that. But I'll tell you now, if I end up "hexed and left for dead", I'm blaming you.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

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[hazel-athogwarts]

This is going to sound stupid, but I may have been sleep walking. Last thing I remember is writing my Herbology paper, then poof I’m here. I didn’t know girls could even get into the boys room.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

That explains it. Herbology papers would put me to sleep, too. [He shrugs.] I think it's more of a rule than something they've actually put spells up to prevent.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

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[the--emma--vanity]

Oh for Merlin’s sake, Dearie, that’s basic stuff. Never ever say anything off about the Magpies to Luce. I’m surprised all she did was send Bludgers at you. [She pauses to think.] Well, no. Not so much. She wouldn’t let anything interfere with the game. [Mock gasping, she leans back on the bed and props herself up on her hands.] Bugger off. It’s an easy mistake. Though, if you ever did wander into our common room, chances are someone would politely show you to the exit. You’d need to be in disguise at least if you were going to risk it.

[dear-caradoc-deactivated-blog]

Dearie? [He laughs, mirroring her posture and leaning back as well.] I think your girlfriend takes Quidditch a bit too seriously. [He shakes his head.] Then again, I can't judge. Our captain is almost as crazy about it as yours. [Shrugging, he grins at her.] I sincerely doubt the polite part of that, although that may depends on who spots me first. Oh? A disguise? It might need to be more than that considering how many people I've pissed off in your house.