never cruel or cowardly

Caradoc Dearborn. 24. Obliviator.

[kate--beckett]

*wakes up wife in the middle of the night*

[dearbornxcaradoc]

@millie-dearborn

[mrpheus]

MBTI AESTHETIC: ESFJ (15/16)

Sensitive to the needs of others and dedicated to their responsibilities, ESFJs are conscientious helpers who are highly attuned to their emotional environment. They seek social approval and harmony. As traditionalists, ESFJs stick to a strict moral code and expect the same from others. They enjoy creating order and structure out of the chaos that is life. ESFJs are quite generous and receive satisfaction from the happiness of others. Simply put, ESFJs are people people; they love people and making others feel good about themselves.

[snowflsh]

[gglockhart-deactivated20200627]

setting: a saturday morning at a cafe in Diagon Alley

status: closed for Caradoc Dearborn ( @dearbornxcaradoc )

“Have you seen this week’s Witch Weekly? Well — “ Gilderoy chuckled, glancing at his mate over the top of the magazine. “Of course you have. I’m in it. Have you looked at their new astrology section, though? It tells you about the sort of week you’re going to have and gives you advice based on your zodiac sign. It’s amazing!” Compared to muggle magazines, those with a magical touch never ceased to impress him. “They must have a new Seer working there… You know, I don’t like to brag, but I did receive an Exceeds Expectations in Divination at Hogwarts,” he said. “I bet I can guess your zodiac sign.” Then, he put the magazine down and looked at Caradoc with a calculating gaze. After a moment, he said, “Capricorn. Wait — no — Leo. That’s it, isn’t it?”

[dearbornxcaradoc]

        life had many surprises in store for caradoc as he grew older, one he had not count on was his friendship with gilderoy lockhart. caradoc had always liked a quiet life out of the spotlight, while his friend, well the spotlight simply followed gilderoy wherever he went. it was no surprise that his fellow ravenclaw was doing so well -if there was a prize for best life after hogwarts it would totally have to go to gilderoy- so caradoc really enjoyed their time together, even if it mostly revolved around gilderoy. ❝i have n-❞ caradoc didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, that he had been too distracted to look at the magazine ❝yeah sure, it’s on every stand, of course i’ve seen it❞ caradoc smiled as he listened to his friend, ❝mate i love you but are you serious?❞ he said in an overly exaggerated tone, ❝you were at my birthday party!❞ he shook his head, ❝in march!❞ he bursted out laughing.

[dearbornxcaradoc]

dxrispurkiss‌;

Doris gave Caradoc a suspicious look. She knew he hated being here, had been trying to get out for days, saying that he was fine when he would barely walk. “Well I’ll be the judge of that.” She said, in a stern but kind voice, reaching out to helping him into a sitting position. Slowly she peeled away layers of bandages that covered his torso, when he had come it most of his body had been beaten and bruised, only the kind of injuries one received in a vicious fight. 

Patients like Caradoc made her heart ache. They hadn’t known each other well at school, he had been several years above her, but she knew that he was a good man, with a daughter and a wife at home. Doris imagined what there life would be without the war, maybe she would have never seen Caradoc again after he left Hogwarts and it would have been all the better. 

“You know, it would be a lot easier to treat you if you told me what really happened.”  She gave him a knowing look. The Healers always knew when it was a war injury but the patients rarely wanted to reveal how they really received the injuries that put them in their hospital beds. “I wouldn’t tell, I wouldn’t even put it on your medical sheet.” She said, her voice lowered so no one could hear. 

        the time for pretending it didn’t hurt or him trying to stiffen a groan had passed. caradoc was unapologetic about his injuries, sure at first he had wanted nothing more than going home to those he loved, but after the initial shock it was clear that if he wanted to have a life after leaving the hospital he had to stop fighting the healers. so he made no effort to hide his pain when doris removed his bandages.

       war was difficult on everyone, but caradoc knew it must be specially hard on healers, they had to treat everybody that came in through the doors, no matter on which side of the conflict they stood. and while he worked for the ministry, the severity of his injuries and where he had been found didn’t exactly match up with his duties as an obliviator, of course they were bound to be suspicious.

       ❝doris❞ caradoc said trying his best to give her a genuine smile, ❝i know you won’t say anything, i know i can trust you❞ where he was getting this from he wasn’t sure, they had very little interaction before he had ended up in her hospital wing, but he could see it in her eyes, he felt it every time she tended to his wounds, the way she looked out not just for him but millie as well. ❝it’s not that i don’t want to tell you, i- ❞ he shook his head, ❝i don’t really remember ... i know I was ambushed, but❞ he let out a sigh, ❝i don’t even know how i ended up here❞ he shrugged, well tried to, he only ended up hurting himself letting a pained groan.

[dearbornxcaradoc]

vanityofsnakes‌;

Emma’s lips twitched into a poisonous smirk. “Yes, well Caradoc, that’s quite ironic coming from someone who quite literally spends their time altering memories, is it not?” It wasn’t always the words she spoke, but the way she spoke them that made them venomous. Her eyes narrowed on the man that she was once sure she would marry someday - how things had changed. ‘Give it here then, love.” She sighed and took the file to flip through it. She was more than annoyed by the fact that it was caradoc requesting her help. It put her in an unfortunate position where she felt obligated to be of assistance. “Have you gone and hurt yourself with this?” She raised an eyebrow at him, looking up from the reading. “I imagine by now, every person who’s laid hands on it must be on fire. Quite literally I might add.”

          caradoc could not help but roll his eyes, there was a time where he was used to her comments, the way words easily spilled from her lips, not caring about the impact they might have on whoever was on the receiving end. but as they grew older they grew apart, and now he could hardly stand for some of the things she said. still it was better to keep his feeling for himself, saying something about it would only result in engaging further. the same went for the way she just called him love, caradoc was certain she was doing it to spite him, so he just smiled and handed her the file. ❝luckily i was dealing with another victim, so no i didn’t get hurt and from the squad...well thomson is being treated as we speak❞ it had not been an easy sight, but hopefully he was going to pull through. ❝so? is there anything you can do about it?❞

[dearbornxcaradoc]

auror-alongbottom‌;

“Of course you did. I was the only one who did most of the work before you got there.” She chuckled before pressing the button for his floor, her’s being pressed previously. “I’m so thrilled to be back. I don’t know if I could handle another month off. They wanted me another week or two but I couldn’t do it. I remodeled the house twice. I don’t know if Frank could have handled another one. How have things been here? Any fun cases Frank decided not to tell me about?” 

      ❝Hey, I just have to wipe people’s memories, your job description is the one about the whole dark magic stuff...❞ he teased. Growing up Caradoc would never picture himself as a Ministry worker, if he was being honest he wasn’t sure if right now he pictured himself as such, a part of him worried he had chosen his job out of spite, perhaps he had. But not everything was bad, he was lucky enough to have coworkers like Alice, she and Frank were one of the other married couples in the order, and they hit it off. ❝Yeah I don’t think any of use was made for sitting idle... I glad you are back, I mean it❞ because being back meant she was better, that she had healed. ❝Uhh❞ he said pretending to think, ❝nah just your usual dark and gloomy, you didn’t miss much.❞

[dearbornxcaradoc]

nevertrustmundungus‌;

“The last person that sat across from me wanted me to get them something,” Mundungus groaned. He wouldn’t apologize for his initial behavior but he did relax a little. His shoulders slumped and he sat up in a way that allowed him to properly look at Caradoc. “Wait, seriously?” The brunette blinked a few times. He usually wasn’t one for passing on free drinks but the offer felt overly generous. Mundungus wrinkled his nose at the mention of dinner. He hadn’t forgotten about it. It was simply a matter of his being under the impression no one wanted him around and being easily thrown off when proven wrong. “I- Yeah, tell her I’ll join you,” He murmured. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

    ❝Mun, you are not getting into trouble, are you?❞ while Caradoc knew that Mundungus would probably not admit it, they were friends, or at least Caradoc liked to believe it, and will always look out for the younger eagle. ❝Yeah really, I’m always serious❞ Caradoc said with laugh and motioned the waiter for some drinks. ❝Perfect! Any requests? I am a wonderful cook❞ he said with a smile, a proud look on his face, it was one of the things he enjoyed the most, cooking for others, and apparently everyone who had tasted his cooking agreed he was good. 

[dearbornxcaradoc]

werewolfboi‌;

“Go ahead,” Remus said with a smile at the older Order member. “I am sure I have told you before that you would have hated for me to have been in Ravenclaw.” It was probably not true as Remus would have not fallen into friendship with his fellow Marauders had he not been their dormmate and so would never have got into the trouble they did. Particularly in those early years before the other three realised their grades might impact the rest of their life and before James wanted to impress Lily and Sirius wanted to prove he was better than his worst prank. The time Caradoc was still at school, Remus may have been one of the few underclassmen to spend a great deal of his time in the library alongside NEWTs students, desperate to show his gratitude for being granted the honour of education, but he was also losing more House points than he gained, relishing in the fact that his friends liked him enough to include him in their antics. He would not change his ending up in Gryffindor for the world now, despite the fact that when he started at Hogwarts he had hoped for Ravenclaw. The Sorting Hat had refused to consider it, however. Remus was a Gryffindor through and through. “I am not so bad. The Gala Fundraiser is almost a distant memory now and there is not much else of interest to talk about in my life. Beyond the obvious.” The Order, and as Remus was not to talk about his most recently assigned mission even that was difficult to talk about currently. “And yourself?”

         ❝You’ve told me that plenty of times, but I remember eleven year old you, you could go head-to-head with some of my classmates...❞ Caradoc let out a small laugh and sat down next to Remus. Despite there being a considerable age gap between Caradoc and some members of the order, he liked to keep in touch with them, not just to keep an eye on them, but because he remembered what it was to be fighting a war and be that young. The last years of school for Caradoc were the turning point in his life, he left behind most of the people he had known since birth, but also discovered who his true friends were, and the love of his life of course. Fighting the good fight was not easy, and Caradoc wanted them all to know they were not alone. ❝I’m glad to hear you pulled through, we had so many affected...❞ Caradoc said shaking his head, anyone listening wouldn’t know exactly what he meant by that, dismissing it as a general comment, but Caradoc knew that Remus would get what he wanted to say, too many members of the order poisoned. They had yet to discuss what could’ve possibly happened, the Ministry had not bothered to investigate much about it, but the order knew better, it had been no accident. ❝I’ve been good❞ Caradoc said with a smile, it was true, ❝I’ve been called to work some gruesome scenes as of late, afraid it’s gonna get much worse...❞

[dearbornxcaradoc]

Ministry of Magic Atrium End of the work day (( @millie-dearborn ))

        it had been a long day, caradoc had been called in since early in the morning, he didn’t have a chance of saying goodbye to millie, he knew she had wizengamont duties today and had to be well rested so he left without waking her, hoping the note he left her would be enough. he had foolishly believe that he could make it up to her during lunch but he had been called away to a crime at a remote muggle village, the chaos and destruction had been so big that practically almost every obliviator had been called to the scene. it never got easy, having to erase someone’s memories, but in this case it was best if they didn’t remember, whoever caused that much pain... caradoc couldn’t even begin to think about whether it was someone he used to know. but the work day was finally over, and he was ready to go home, their home, so he was waiting for millie outside the elevator doors, leaning against a column. 

[emmarps]

[dearbornxcaradoc]

(( &. @millie-dearborn ))

[millie-dearborn]

“Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.”

The Dearborns:

Millie ~ Adria Arjona

Caradoc ~ Iain De Caestecker

Gabrielle Hope ~ Victoria Justice

Oliver Caradoc ~ Jake T. Austin

@dearbornxcaradoc​ under a readmore for length/acknowledging it’s a bit sad

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[dxrispurkiss]

Where: St Mungo’s Hospital  When: September, 1981

Doris hadn’t been a licensed healer for long, but even she could tell that there was something different in the air at the Hospital. The war was reaching a peak, and the healers were busier than ever. Doris didn’t think that she would see such horrors as she had the last few months, her once innocent heart spoiled from witnessing what people would subject their kin to. 

Her only solace was that she was doing something, she wasn’t a solider, had no stake in the war but she could help people. Thats all she had ever wanted, was to help people. to make them feel good and whole and happy, no matter who they were. It was still getting harder and harder to go into work each day, and she had permanent bags under her eyes, looking like two bruises on her once bright face. 

“Hello.” She said, putting on her best impression of unfiltered positivity and sunshine, as she approached her patients bed. “You look like you’re feeling a little bit better today.”

[dearbornxcaradoc]

          there was a part of caradoc that wished he had listened to his mother’s stern words, to his father’s words of advice. they had warned him about continuing to fight in a war, he had a family now, it wasn’t just him anymore, or even just millie -who had been fighting for justice by his side- they had a daughter now, and after his most recent brush in with the death eaters, caradoc wondered if maybe his parents were right. ‘do you want your daughter to grow up without a father? with no memory of you?’ his mother’s words ringing in his ears.

          he had been lying on a hospital bed for days. lucky they had called him, and they were right, he was lucky to have a wife that loved him, a child that was going to grow up loved by everyone around her, and friends out there fighting to make this world a better place. he had fought, he had survived. and even if death had been close, he didn’t regret trying to built a better future. 

          ❝hey doris❞ caradoc smiled at his healer, ❝i am feeling better, this time for real, not just so you lot will let me leave❞ he said with a small laugh.

[vanityofsnakes]

@dearbornxcaradoc​

Her days at the ministry seemed to  be blurring together as of late. They were long, tiring, and truthfully, spending all day at work breaking curses she may have helped put in place was incredible annoying. Of course, no one could know that her hand had been at play in such dark magic. Most of the curses she’d had to work with lately were ugly ones, full of dark and nasty magic signatures. She was thriving on it, all but glowing the mornings after she’d been able to play with her magic the way she so loved to do. Today had been one of those days. Last night had been full of dark magic and she was still feeling the high of it. Until, of course, she came face to face with someone incredibly familiar too her, standing outside her office door. “What is it that you are doing here, baby?” She raised an eyebrow. “Here I thought the days where you turned up on my doorstep were long past us.”

[dearbornxcaradoc]

         there were days when caradoc wondered if obliviating someone was the best course of action, taking away a crucial piece of what make them them, memories shaped a person, and then sometimes if too much was wiped away it had to be replaced, but who were they to decide what memories to create? and then there were days, cases like the one currently in the file in his hand where wiping every trace of what had happened was a kindness. the victim in question was in one of the rooms down the hall, the curse had to be lifted before they could proceed, which is why caradoc found himself leaning against a doorframe rolling his eyes at emma. he knew better than to ask her to not call him baby, there was no time for what that would result in. ❝yeah well you an i remember those days very differently❞ he said shaking his head and handed her the file, ❝we can’t do anything until the hex is lifted, i suggested we consult an expert❞ caradoc said raising an eyebrow.

[dearbornxcaradoc]

                                          house dearborn

paternal grandfather: lionel dearborn. ravenclaw alumni.  fc: peter capaldi

father: cedric dearborn. gryffindor alumni. head of the hit wizards and witches department. fc: ewan mcgregor

mother: ariadne dearborn née burke. slytherin alumni. lawyer, prosecutor. fc: jessica chastain

+ maternal grandfather: caractacus burke owner of borgin and burkes

[mrs-mblack]

She had just been cleared to go back to work. She almost couldn’t stand how excited she was. She had pulled out her best robes, woken up an hour earlier than she should. There was nothing that could bother her today. Even now as she got on the elevator, she held it open for the person behind her. “Come on in,” she said to the person standing a few elevators down. “There’s just me in here so there’s plenty of room.” 

[dearbornxcaradoc]

       As an obliviator Caradoc had a prefect schedule, one that allowed him to have breakfast, and be back home for dinner, as a member of the accidental magic reversal squad, Caradoc could be called at any time of day. So here he was bright and early, after having been awoken in the middle of the night, the assignment had extended into the early morning, and now he was straight into work. He was stifling a yawn when he heard a familiar voice, ❝Alice!❞ Caradoc said in a cheerful tone, ❝it’s so good to see you back on your feet!❞ he gave her a quick hug, ❝truth to be told I missed being assigned to your cases❞ obliviators were often called to the scene when dark magic was involved.

[belloinfernum-rp]

Caradoc Dearborn 

Age- 24

Chosen Faceclaim- Iain De Caestecker 

Loyalty- Order of the Phoenix 

Former House- Ravenclaw

Occupation- Obliviator and member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. 

Label- The Bureaucrat 

Aesthetic- Warm fleece blankets, sourdough bread & pears, worn poetry books, sunrise over water.

Traits- + Compassionate + Charismatic + Patient - Know-It-All - Workaholic - Obsessive

Key Points

Growing up as an only child definitely places the weight of the world on your shoulders, ‘bring joy and pride to the family name’ was Caradoc’s farewell when he first departed for Hogwarts, his parents being from ancient pureblood families and having respectable jobs would only have contact with the top families in the wizarding world. Usually Caradoc wouldn’t be one to complain. He had it easy for a pureblood, yes the expectations were still the same, grandparents from both sides were still pretty set on the notion of blood purity, he was the only son of an only son, the weight of passing on the name rested on his shoulders. His mother was of ancient pureblood heritage, but he had uncles to pass the name on that side. But even with the responsibility of keeping the Dearborn line alive, Caradoc never felt the pressure that most people his age, some even younger, were going through. He was lucky to have the parents he had, they had endured the pureblood life, and for quite some time forced Caradoc into it, because no one escapes the lifestyle, but they had always wanted something better for him, they had always wanted a better world.

Caradoc grew up with children who believed that they were royalty and it was this fact, being surrounded by people like them that would make him realize that if he really wanted a change in the world it would have to start with him. After he was old enough to realize that the world was a more complex place he decided to talk to his parents. They told him that it was only out of fear that his grandfather would take him away from them that had made them endure the pureblood lifestyle. From that day on they stopped mingling with the purists, still some of their close friends were more open minded and provided better company for the growing Caradoc. There were some events they could not easily escape, Caradoc was after all heir to the Dearborn state. But knowing that his parents didn’t share the radical world views filled him with hope. He was allowed to chose his own friends, to stop talking to the people he didn’t want to talk. To become his own person.  

Hogwarts was a wonderful time for Caradoc, he fit right in his house, being what was expected of a Ravenclaw. He made friends, and more importantly he was exposed to muggle culture. He had a chance to learn more about muggles through his classmate and housemates, and he more than ever understood the need to stand by them. But nothing lasts forever and the freedom he experienced at school was cut short when he graduated, his grandfather expected him to take care of the family business, firmly declaring that no one escapes the pureblood life, but Caradoc was not a little kid anymore, and with no way for his grandfather to hold the upper hand Caradoc turned down his inheritance, moved out of the family manor, and started his new life. As a last act of defiance he joined the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes as an Obliviator, not a fancy position like his grandfather would’ve demanded of him, but as part of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, he spends his life protecting muggles from the magic around them.

Things are changing, have been for a while, something sinister lurks in every corner. The cases he’s been assigned, the things he has had to erase from people’s minds are getting darker with each passing day. When the invitation to join the order arrived, Caradoc knew he had to join, all his life he looked to do the right thing, to be a better person than those around him, than those before him. But as it becomes clear that they are in for something bigger than themselves he started to wonder what the future might hold. The person he was when the war started had known in his heart that he was not going to make it out alive, and he had made peace with it, and he had been more than ready to jump into action and die a hero. That was how things had always been at home. The job, protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves had always come first. But now, now there’s something more, something screaming that maybe dying a hero is not all there is in life, that what is the point on fighting for a brighter future if he’s going to be dead to see it. A flash of a future, every time he looks into her eyes.  

Connections

Millie Dearborn- Wife.

Ludovic Bagman- Good friend.

Gilderoy Lockhart- Friend.

Barty Crouch Jr.- Doesn’t like being around.