Meerkat Caradoc Dearborn

CARADOC DEARBORN.(click below to view posts within that 'verse) HOGWARTS: 7th Year Gryffindor FIRST WAR: New Order member (top secret, known only to other order members) AU: (to come) Joker, idiot, crude, relaxed, good at diversions, bit of a whimp....

[meerkatcaradoc]

Hogwarts:: Working Out :: open

"Look at these babies! I swear all this wanking is paying off, go on give it a squeeze!"

[meerkatcaradoc]

hogwarts :: technically.

[dontcallmefrankie-blog]

Definitely stifles a cough, trying to maintain at least some composure with a face full of smoke. “Obviously nothing you are.” A small pause, then a returning smle. “Was alright - My mother didn’t find the parcel you sent quite as funny as you probably did, though.”

[meerkatcaradoc]

Originally posted by river-mist

“Aw was she not charmed by me sweet and incredibly thoughtful gift, then?” Doc tried keeping a straight face for about half a second, then let his natural playful smile return. “I mean how many of them exploding owl treats do you find in the shape of a giant wang?”

[sheehanspam]

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[thelionessdorcas-blog]

friend or foe || first war

Well that was never a good sign. Doors blasted off their hinges and hex marks all over the frame and the rest of the house tended to spell destruction, or at least a long night and a lecture from Professor McGonagall. Though she supposed technically they were colleagues now, wasn’t her professor any more. It still felt too weird referring to her as Minerva though. 

But that wasn’t actually the point of this. Dorcas wasn’t sure if this was Death Eater work, people were fighting left and right, breaking in, looting. This wasn’t any place she recognized as a safe house, on either side. There wasn’t a Dark Mark above the house at the very least which meant no one had been killed-

There was a loud bang from somewhere in the house and Dorcas jumped, her heart rate spiking. Someone was still in there, someone could be getting hurt right now and she had to do something to stop it, she gripped her wand tightly and ran into the open door. The noise had come from upstairs, and she forcibly had to stop herself from charging up, that would just give whoever was up there an advantage. Couldn’t do that. 

Slowly, still gripping her wand the ascended the stairs, not sure what she would find at the top.

[meerkatcaradoc]

“Really?! Who aparates in the middle of a fight?!” Black curls went bouncing as he stumbled to regain his balance and footing, his entire lanky frame seemingly unable to support such a shout. Moments before, Caradoc Dearborn had been wrestling with a robed and masked figure. He’d managed to get punched in the jaw, kicked in the shins and burned on his left side- but Doc had also managed to get him in a headlock. Well, that was until a blast had thrown him across the room and his opponent disappeared.  In all the commotion, Doc had lost track of his wand, and after aiming a kick at the thin air where they had just disappeared, Doc’s long arms flung around him as he whirled from side to side, scanning the wreckage. Dust hung in the air, and there were bits of wardrobe, bed frame, and side table littered over the floor. He really should have been checking all the exits for more Death Eaters, and keeping quiet but “I ‘ad ‘im in me arms, the sonofabitch. I swear to god the next cloaked arsehole I see-for fooksake wheres my bleeding wand- the little scoundrel-” he mumbled and talked to himself in a thick Irish accent.

[sheehanfan]

[cara-doc-dearborn]

Headcanon: Doc let his hair grow out after graduation. And he experimented with facial hair too. I like to think he’d changed his hair length and appearance over the course of the time he was with The Order, as a kind of disguise. But right now, he probably looks like this. Ais probably hates the mustache and goatee. Sturgis probably takes the piss out of him. Doc actually likes it a lot, though he finds having to swipe his hair off of his forehead a little annoying, he’s so used to it all just kind of bouncing there. 

[kingslee-shacklebolt]

first war | my kingdom for a nap

[kingslee-shacklebolt]

Kingsley ran a hand over his face, cheer instantly disappearing. It was strange to think about the war as something real, even as he fought it. Something real and tangible that affected even Caradoc, who never seemed affected by anything. “Yeah, heard about that. Wish they would’ve let me help.”

[meerkatcaradoc]

Originally posted by nathanyounging

Tact had never been Doc’s strong point, but a year of working with The Order had impressed upon him the seriousness of confidentiality. He wanted to trust Kingsley, but people kept a lot close to their chests these days. “Oh, I thought maybe you’d worked with the French ministry on it.” He looked a little disappointed. “So many deaths...” 

[meerkatcaradoc]

Hogwarts :: Unusual Welcome :: Dorcas/Gryffindor Quidditch Team

The official Quidditch season didn’t start till later in the year, but any team that was serious about winning the Cup started training as soon as they could. Doc always found it stupid that the Quidditch season was always during the crappiest weather. Rain, sleet, snow, hail, wind and the evenings got dark so early. He remembered a particular match against Ravenclaw that had gone on way into the night and Dumbledore had lifted the curfew for the younger students so they could carry on watching and that idiot chaser had repeatedly flown into the bobbing lights that the Professors had conjured... Doc’s thoughts wandered and he smiled to himself as he made his way down to the changing rooms. He put out a cigarette just outside the door, headed inside and was greeted by the entire team standing there waiting for him, with arms crossed and angry looks on their faces.  “Whoa, there!” Doc stumbled back and fell over a stand with several brooms in it. They, and him, came clattering to the floor. With a jovial grin, but worry in his eyes, he said from the floor, while propping himself up on his elbows “It’s good to see yous too.”

[kingslee-shacklebolt]

first war | my kingdom for a nap

[kingslee-shacklebolt]

Kingsley grinned, feeling oddly proud of himself for getting Doc laughing. Things had gotten so bleak lately. Everything had this tense undercurrent. Laughter made everything seem more human. He raised an eyebrow as Doc’s face grew serious. “Got something on your mind?”

[meerkatcaradoc]

Originally posted by darkmotion

Doc still had a bit of a grin around his mouth when he turned back to face the tall black man he thought he could call his friend. “I’ve actually spoken to the old pervert, Mad-eye, he said you might’ve heard something about that, uh, ‘Tornado’ in France?”

[meerkatcaradoc]

hogwarts :: technically.

[thelionessdorcas-blog]

“Yeah sure I’ll bet, Doc. You okay?” She looked over at the coughing boy, and when he waved his hand okay she looked back to Caradoc, “You’ve kinda got a point, but McGonagall’s gonna know though.” 

[meerkatcaradoc]

Originally posted by save-meh-larry

“Yer right there little missy, but yer fergetting, yer with me! An’ she just loves giving me detention. She won’ even notice if you’re flying off the ceiling.” Doc takes another puff, blows it out the window and then holds it out for Dorcas again, offering.

[meerkatcaradoc]

(War Verse) if your side wins what would be the first thing you would do?

Throw a feckin’ party! And throw all those pureblood feckers to the Dementors! Then, get all me mates laid, they need a bloody smile. 

[meerkatcaradoc]

(Hogwarts Verse) What does your mother think of what you get up to.

Me Mam’s married me Da! She says I’m worse than him, but when me uncle’s around, it’s a nightmare for her, I’m sure! All us boys drinkin’ and swearin’ and the lot. She’s a good sport, but she does hassle me, as any a good Mam should.

[saher-mrr-blog]

[danny-healy]

[cara-doc-dearborn]

[bendsomerules1]

[mischief-and--mayhem-blog]

Caradoc Dearborn, on a “study break.”

“Great work there, Doc.”

“Oi, be quiet, the genius is working.”

Taken by Sturgis Podmore.

[nipsandlizards-deactivated20170]

[meerkatcaradoc]

Up to his usual antics by the lake, 5th year.