#ft. antonin

[dxisy-hxxkum]

👌

“Listen here, you! I don’t know what your intentions are with Wendy, but she’s my best friend. And if you ever do anything to hurt her, I will.... I don’t know. But I will make you pay for it. I got my eye on you.”

[dcrborn]

time: 6:34pm location: the three broomsticks status: closed for @adoloxov

caradoc still remember that night, when he lost his beloved older brother. he watched cormac die and couldn’t do a single thing to help him; just lay down on the ground as the masked man struck him down. caradoc does remember the man was tall of stature and the dinstinctive tattoos that peeked through his ripped shirt; cormac didn’t go down without a fight, after all. caradoc had spent years trying to hunt down the man and at last, his suspicions lay on antonin dolohov. the dearborn was acting against his orders and without the order’s knowledge. this was personal. he’d followed the russian to the three broomsticks and watched him for some time as he drank his butterbeer. people came and left the other’s table; caradoc was waiting for the perfect moment. at last, when antonin was left alone, doc got up from his place and took the seat opposite the other man. “dolohov. i’d like to speak to you.“ he felt the anger burning inside him. if he could, doc would start a duel right here, right now. he’d despised antonin ever since heir hogwarts days. but innocents would get hurt and that’s not what he intended. so for now. he had to keep his emotions in check.

[regulus-blxck]

👌

“Dude, I’m a little drunk but I gotta tell you something. I fucking love you man. I know I complain about our training but it’s actually like the only fun thing I get to do. You’re so cool, man.”

[dxisy-hxxkum]

✮ For Reg!

“Antonin is... intense. But I need someone like him to teach me to be stronger. He’s got some impressive skills and I’m glad to have someone like him looking out for me.”

[dcrborn]

time: march 23rd, 1969 location: ravenclaw’s common room status: closed for @adoloxov

today, the ravenclaw house had a reason to celebrate - they’d won against gryffindor in quidditch. as always, the captain of the team was throwing a huge party to celebrate and of course, people from all houses would attend, even gryffindors. usually caradoc would avoid the common room when the parties were being held; it was too loud for his liking, too much people, too much noise. he wasn’t a fan of big crowds, drunk teenagers and loud music. however, tonight doc would attend it. not because he’d suddenly grew to be a party animal, not at all. he needed to find his friend. yes, doc and dolohov were still friends, even if the other was keeping his distance. even if doc didn’t agree with antonin’s point of view, his cruelty and his outbursts. he’d read about nikolai dolohov’s death on the daily prophet. at last, killed by aurors. they’d tried to imprison him, but he’d killed two of them before finally meeting his end. the man deserved to die -- he was a notorious, cruel, ruthless murderer. however, one shouldn’t judge the son for his father’s sins. perhaps this is why doc refused to give up on antonin.

he walked in the common room, which was much fuller than usual. people were dancing, snogging each other, drinking like there was no tomorrow. it didn’t take long for doc to push throw the croud and find antonin, nursing a bottle of vodka. the dearborn took the seat next to his. for a few moments, he struggled to find the right words to approach him. a silent hey rolled off his lips, but that was about it. until doc’s eyes fell on athena at the other side of the room. “i reckon the two of you are still on bad terms?” the ravenclaw asked, his lips forming into a small sympathetic smile. that wouldn’t do, though. he supposed she was the least of the slytherin’s  worries right now. “i’m.. i heard about your dad. i’m really sorry about what happened.“ dark hues turned towards his friend, full of sympathy. perhaps nikolai was awful, but he was still his father. doc wondered how antonin was feeling right now.

[unspeakableprewett]

@antonindolchov

He was not supposed to be here, although there had been times Fabian was assigned to work in this room. However, Death had never been a mystery that interested him overly much. Not until now. 

There were whispers coming from the Veil, most Unspeakables could hear them. That was the type of person drawn to this work.  Whispers they might be, difficult to hear, but right now Fabian found them glaringly loud. None of them spoke with his cousin’s voice. He had come in hoping to hear it, some message from beyond. 

But there was nothing. He might as well still be on leave for all the desire he had to go to his office and work. Despite the lack of desire he felt, that would be wiser. Fabian knew those who stared too long into the archway could become entranced by it, could be called to walk inside. That was not the way he wanted to find answers. 

But really, what was the use of all of it? His studies into divination hadn’t helped him prevent Athena’s death - even the centaur’s vaunted knowledge had done nothing but make her last days sorrowful for her.  Fabian started to pace around the circular room, no longer looking directly into the shadow of the Veil, in the hopes that would stop its effect from taking hold on him. 

There had to be answers in this room. There had to be.