#docdearbvrn

[unafraiidoftoil]

wendy & caradoc // @docdearbvrn​

Wendy had been spending the last hour or so in the common room, attempting to work on her Charms essay but having trouble concentrating. Even though she had made herself quite comfortable, she was almost lulling herself to sleep instead of writing what she needed to write. Then any time someone would walk into the common room, she would smile and greet them, which meant less writing. Wendy began to think she wasn’t going to get anything done. She felt someone sit down beside her, removing one of the pillows she bunched next to her for their own comfort. “Hiya Doc.” She didn’t even have to look up and see who it was, she just knew, instinct telling her that he was there. Besides, not very many people thought about sitting this close to her. Not that she noticed or minded, she only paid attention when it was Caradoc because it was all the time. “This essay is not going to be written if you’re here now,” she teased but her smile brightening up her face as she looked over at him.

[unafraiidoftoil]

wendy & doc // @docdearbvrn​ // january.

She didn’t have much of a chance to talk to Doc since classes restarted. They owled over the holiday, of course, she couldn’t go too long without talking to her best mate. She gave him updates about Hogwarts closing, how she needed to stay in Hogsmeade for the extra days until the term started and they were allowed back. She heard all about his adventures, which warmed her up to hear because nothing made her happier than to know that Doc was happy. She found herself missing him, walking out of the castle and towards where Kettleburn liked to keep the magical creatures, knowing that Doc would be out here. As soon as she saw him, a wide smile broke out on her face, toothy sort of grin as her heart raced in her chest.

“Doc Dearborn, you are a sight for sore eyes. I feel like I haven’t seen ya in ages.”

[cheesyfrazer]

Where: the Yule Ball Who: Brianne && @docdearbvrn​

One of the Aurors had started talking to her and after a little conversation Brie had sweet-talked the man into getting her a coffee. Really, it was strange that caffeine was so much harder to get a hold of in the ball than alcohol but Brie had persevered until she had a drink in each hand: double espresso in one, and whiskey in the other. “So, now,” she said, striking up a conversation with the person stood nearest to her, “the only question is which do I drink first? Or do I turn it into an Irish coffee?” Though, perhaps when it was pure coffee and pure whiskey, no mixers or milk or water, mixing them together would be a bad idea. Her face lit up in recognition when she realised who she had found herself talking to. “Oh! You’re here with Wendy, right? I love Wendy, she’s great.”