#dearborncaradoc

[bristlybranwen]

                                          Branwen Yaxley

                                          Yaxley Castle, Scotland

Dear Miss Yaxley,

I would be honoured if you would do me the favour of accepting my invite for tea, tomorrow afternoon, at my house.

Yours,

Caradoc Dearborn

Strongarm Cottege, Wales

[empoweredevans]

Date: March 8, 1982 Location: The House of Bones @dearborncaradoc

The House of Bones was eerily different than the Potter Estate. It was Lily’s first time entering into the building and all she felt was cold. Almost like she’d been hit with Aguamenti, despite not feeling wet at all. 

She’d come here for two reasons - one, to see the house that would be replacing James’ childhood home; and two, to find Caradoc Dearborn.

The former was chilling, making Lily feel a sense of dread, though perhaps not as much as Sirius might’ve felt had he tagged along with her. The Potter Estate had never been her home. It was much too extravagant - much to pureblood - for her liking. It was the very place she’d felt judged by James’ father. Where she’d listened to old, horrible women call her promiscuous, as though she’d used her sexuality to steal away a handsome pureblood heart. 

The latter, however, was a bit harder to do. She didn’t know her way around the home, but did not want to go looking through the doors either, unsure of what she might find. Softly, she stepped through the corridor, peering into anything open - anything she wouldn’t have to touch. She didn’t know what cursed meant, but she’d been around magic long enough not to mess with it. She’d been wandering for what felt like ages - though perhaps the house had an odd sense of time - before she found him. “Caradoc,” she greeted calmly, her voice soft, but strong. “I want to talk to you. It’s a conversation that is past overdue.”  

[moaningmaddy]

what subculture?

Location: Potter Estate Time: 14th of March Status: Closed, for @dearborncaradoc

Maddy sat on the table, fingers tucked under her thighs, legs swinging as she waited for Big Grumpy Mister Caradoc Man who’d ordered her here. When he arrived, he gave her a look that was completed by raised eyebrows, then took a seat in one of the armchairs. Her legs stopped swinging.

Before he could say anything, Maddy blurted out: “Am I in trouble?” She had only been here for a week and she doubted she could’ve messed up this badly already, but she was still terrified she might’ve. And this time Big Grumpy Man hadn’t even brought his husband Soft Curious Man with him, so Lord knew how bad this was going to end. “I promise, whatever I did, I meant no harm.” 

[spellnbone]

privilege and prejudice

Location: fountain, Potter Estate Time: Lunch, 25th of February Status: Closed, for @mauricecreevey, @dearborncaradoc

Edgar caught Caradoc’s look and sighed, put the tobacco back into his pocket. They’d just finished lunch, and as much as Edgar craved a smoke after a meal, he knew Caradoc couldn’t stand the smell after the same.

They were outside, because Edgar couldn’t stand the confinement of the Potter Estate’s walls anymore, not now that the Secret Keeper was gone and being inside that place was a constant danger. To anyone passing the two of them eating outside on the little fountain, it might’ve looked like an innocent lunch break. But the truth was, the conversation had been tense and the plans suggested, thought over and rejected were plentiful but of little help. And while they both knew not to blame the other for that, it didn’t help with the mood. So the last thing Edgar wanted was to actually annoy Caradoc with his tobacco.

Glancing back up at him now that the tobacco was stored away safely, he was going to make a joke to ease the tension. Something along the lines of: ‘I have to let you win sometimes, don’t I?’, but Caradoc’s attention was elsewhere. Edgar followed his look and found Maurice Creevey coming straight towards them.

Edgar sat up a little straight but kept his leg folded underneath him. “Creevey?” he called. “Something on your heart?”

@mauricecreevey​

[alphaleoniis]

Location: House of Bones Date: March 22nd, 1982 @dearborncaradoc

Regulus had been called to the House of Bones by the Inner Circle to speak with Caradoc Dearborn. He wasn’t surprised. The night before, he’d killed a man that didn’t have to be killed. He could’ve taken Julian Selwyn to the Order, but he’d murdered him instead to keep his own identity a secret.

Full of bleeding heart Gryffindors, he’d made the decision to kill Julian with the knowledge that it might mean his end. He would prefer not to die himself - it was why he’d killed Selwyn, in the first place. But, if he was going to die, at least he knew Caradoc Dearborn would make it quick. The man did not seem to like suffering when it wasn’t necessary.

“I’ve arrived, as requested,” he said to Caradoc when he found the man, sitting idly in one of the rooms in the cold home of the Bones Estate. It felt like Grimmauld, in a way. Nothing had been warm there since Sirius stopped laughing inside their house. “I take it you asked me to come to discuss the death of Julian Selwyn. You may ask me whatever you need to know. I have no reason to hide anything from you. Yes, I killed him. No, I do not regret it.” 

[auror-frank]

Minor Infractions

a closed para for @dearborncaradoc 

Frank wasn’t sure they had sent the correct department to investigate a small—very small—incident on the edge of a muggle town. Was it even worth it, sending an Auror? He had been briefed on what to expect—a stony path that whose forks in the road only appeared to wizarding eyes, leading down a small cul-de-sac of cottages well-hidden by muggle repelling charms. The place was hardly as seedy as he had dealt with in the past, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the incident involved some children showing signs of magic.

That could hardly be called a crime, but this was his job; he wasn’t particularly one to question what he was tasked with, though rarely did any of his tasks actually feel wrong.

Sure, having a small wizarding community so close to muggles had always been problematic, but who was Frank to complain about what silly choices people make about where they end up? He glanced behind him to the muggle portion of the town, and he wondered if living like this was anything like Daisy had dealt with; not that he was particularly interested in what she had been doing with her project so much as the recent incident kept her at the forefront of his mind.  

[starbrightblack]

"Zip me" / Mundungus & Sirius / getting dressed as Edwin and Morganna

CW: Partial nudity and discussion related to it

They were supposed to get dressed ahead of time to maximize the potion’s time frame, but that was easier said than done when Sirius’ waist was several inches bigger than than the dress he was supposed to be putting on.

“It’s no good,” he eventually said as he let it fall back down to the floor. His face flushed just slightly as Mundungus looked over. Sirius had no problem being seen in his underwear, but well, his underwear wasn’t usually a scrape of lace being advertised as a women’s thong. He wasn’t a modest person, but this somehow felt more revealing than if he was naked dancing in Mundungus’ face. “You’ll have to zip me in after.”

Mundungus didn’t hide the way his eyes strayed, although it made Sirius feel better that at least he looked ridiculous in Edwin’s fancy robes. “Not putting on the pasties?”

Sirius sighed. “I’m afraid they’ll fall off if I, um, grow breasts with them on already.” He tried to be practical as he picked up the polyjuice. “As soon as you can, pull the dress up over my hips. I’ll get... the girls, I suppose, situated and then we can just slide it up and over.”

Mundungus smirked, and Sirius tried not to flush as he bent over to grab onto the dress, his eyes suddenly as level with bits Sirius didn’t particularly want him close to. 

“And keep your eyes off my new body,” he chided. “S’not actually mine to boggle.”

[lutraverselemonde]

Polaroid

Polaroid - FC visuals? As in, does your muse dress like your FC in some photoshoots or red carpet looks or so?

Keiynan is indeed doing 80% of the work for me.

So let’s begin with Lu’s casual outfits:

Simple, straightforward, probably dressed that way during the current Dedalus thread.

Possibly the way they arrived at the Potter Estate to talk to Alastor.

Casual morning gown he wore in the Atlas Potion thread.

Sweet child, definitely how they met Archibald.

Getting a Muggleborn out of jail? I’ve got the outfit for that!

Sirius thread? Sirius thread.

Now to the business outfits:

The infamous Rosier Engagement Party dress

Dorcas’ Imbolc Party

The day they celebrated their successful immigration, possibly how Dedalus and Lucius met them for the first time

Someone said wedding?

Someone said funeral?