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caleb leblanc "you won't forget my name"

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prewett-fabian:

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Fabian stalked quietly behind the younger student and whipped out his wand. He charmed the rock to hover just a few inches above Caleb’s head. He bit on his lower lip to keep himself quiet, waiting impatiently for Caleb to notice.

He had a feeling for awhile now that someone was following him. His gaze remained forward, patience wearing thin the longer it went on. He stopped once he reached the end of the corridor, expression unchanging as he shifted his gaze about, surveying his surroundings before looking up to the familiar rock hovering just above his head. “I see you did not appreciate my gift.”

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L’enfant Protige ; Caleb et Bella

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bellatrixpurnoir:

The eldest Black does not consider herself to be the most attentive of people. Rarely does she find any one person or thing captivating enough to take note up as she strides through the halls of Hogwarts. At most, she sends a hex or two of the skirts of unsuspecting uniforms just to watch the chickens scurry and squawk. Yet the amusement always fades without breaking the surface.

One small figure catches and holds Bellatrix.

The girl’s mahogany gaze follows after the boy as he slips into his next class. Making note of it, the Slytherin positions herself outside of the door an hour later, off to the side where most would overlook her but she was poised to intercept Caleb LeBlanc on his departure.

The timing could not have been better and a sea of first years shuffle out of the room in twos and threes. Save for the single Hufflepuff who wears the black and gold tie like a noose he can’t free himself from.

“Caleb.” The sound of her voice immediately scatters the other children trying to make their way out of the corridor. The wide berth given to her allows the first year she’s keen to accompany to walk unfettered by fussy brats on all sides. “A walk, preferably away from this tripe.”

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Every class he attended seemed like an utter waste of time, especially the one’s that were focused towards first years. The lessons rang all too familiar, dragging on and repeating like a broken record inside his mind. He had already learned all of it, his previous tutors filling every waking hour of his life with the same drawl he was to learn once again within the confines of one of the many Wizarding schools; Hogwarts just happened to be where he ended up. Moving out of the classroom was always an annoyance, his small frame practically engulfed by the larger bodies of other first years. A grunt would often pass his lips, his arms held in a way to assure that if anyone got too close they would be finding themselves elbowed rather sharply in the side. He was thankful upon hearing his name called by a familiar voice, the sound causing the festering imbeciles to flee in any direction that they could. A faint smile pulled at his lips as his gaze met with her’s, holding for a moment before speaking. “Of course. Lead the way.”

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One of Marlene’s many attempts at knitting. This was the third attempt at this particular item, as she wanted to get it right for Christmas. While a bit hole-y, the scarf is well intended and very warm. Marlene believes it’s the thought behind it that counts, and hopes that whoever is to receive it will appreciate the fact that it is at least snuggly, and heart felt.

We hope you enjoy your gift from Marlene. Please remember to thank her in person for it.

Caleb had never received a gift before, not once in his life. Small hands toyed with the homemade piece, curious about it but not wanting to give anyone even a hint of his appreciation for the piece. “This is hideous...”

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Tell me something no one knows about you?

“No.”

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Do you like anyone? Anyone at all?

“Do I like someone? What an idiotic question. I SUPPOSE there is someone who may be worth my time.”

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If you were headmaster for a day what would you change?

“I have no interest in being headmaster of such a pathetic school.”

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itsphillipelnora:

Phillip realized the frown the other got and frowned feeling bad. “Um–are you French?”

Caleb gave a nod. “Oui. I thought that would be obvious?”

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itsphillipelnora:

“No thank you, I’m fine you don’t have to do that,” Phillip smiled at the other. “Thank you for offering though, what is your name? I’m Phillip.”

The first year’s smile fell, eyes lingering upon Phillip in silence for a moment. “Caleb LeBlanc...”

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itsphillipelnora:

“Yeah I think I do, but I’ll head back to my dorm it’s the next hall over,” Phillip gave him a shy smile before sighing softly. “I wouldn’t want to take over someone else’s bed,” he laughed.

“I would not mind sharing, if you wish to stay here.”

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benjybofenjy:

“Damn, lad. A little early in your years to start hating the world, now is it?”

“Is it ever to early? After all... the majority of humans are either repulsive or worthless.”

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thelionsroar:

Finlay raised his eyebrows at the child’s cocky response. “I guess that’s a no then. I assume they also left out the part about not pissing people off who are almost twice as tall as you are?”

“I suppose you lack familiarity with the phrase ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’. How unfortunate for you.”

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itsphillipelnora:

“Apparently it is,” Phillip laughed his cheeks becoming slightly red as the other spoke up. “I’m not sure why it’s so difficult for me? Probably the lack of sleep, apologies for disturbing you.” 

“Apology accepted.” Caleb responded, watching the older student carefully for a moment. “Do you need some rest?”

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goldencarrow:

“I do insist. Also, it doesn’t matter if you know this already. Letting people finish is about respect - which to a lot of people is very important. But I’m sure you know that, too.”

“I am aware, I simply did not think you would want to be wasting your time on a topic I already know well about. Continue if you wish though, I am listening.”

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What's your favourite class?

“I would not consider any of them my favourite, every one of them fails to challenge me.”

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Iced cafe mocha and old english

Iced Cafe Mocha : Favourite thing to do on rainy days?

”Read. I enjoy reading, or just allowing myself to listen to the rain and become lost in my thoughts.”

Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?

“No one immediately comes to mind.”

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marythebrave:

“I heard that letting people finish what they have to say instead of asking them if they are done talking every other minute will actually make them take less time. Maybe you should try that out sometime.”

“I only asked once when you began to seem to be rambling, not that I ever had any interest in what you were saying to begin with.”

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alice-felicite-fortescue:

“Y-you don’t like other people?” she asked, taken aback. “And you don’t like herbology. What about potions? O-or astronomy?”

“Herbology is fine. They all are. I simply do not find myself challenged enough by ANY of the classes here.”