#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.” 

[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.” 

[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​

[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?

[justicebones]

“Fight Me” / Caradoc & Amelia / future, present, or past (they were both Hufflepuff, maybe they fought over the best seat in the common room back when he was not a robot!)

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

“That’s my seat.”

The tiny girl was standing in front of where Caradoc was sitting in a chair near the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room, book held tightly against her chest, and the teen giving him such a stern look, in hopes of getting him to move. However, as Amelia waited, Caradoc didn’t seem to want to move at all. He simply lowered his own book, and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Amelia, your name isn’t on this seat.”

“Not yet it’s not,” Amelia’s reply to his words was swift and simple, and she puffed up slightly as she noticed him roll his eyes slightly at her. “Move,” She added then, “It’s my spot, it’s always where I sit to read. And I want to read.”

Was he laughing at her? Amelia couldn’t be completely sure, but he sure wasn’t moving, and he’d just lifted his book back up to go back to reading it. Was he ignoring her now? That wasn’t going to work, and she huffed a little louder at him to get his attention again.

“I’m sitting here reading right now,” He said simply, “You can pull up another chair and sit next to me if you’d like. But I’m sitting here, and I’m not about to get up and move, when I was here first.” His answer made sense, of course, and Amelia knew it. However, that didn’t mean that she had to just agree with it.

“No, I like sitting there best. It has the best lighting and its the only place I like to sit. So either move or... or I’ll sit on the chair with you still on it,” Amelia said, nodding her head simply as if that was the easiest response to this.

“... You’re going to sit on me?” Caradoc looked up from his book again, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of him, like trying to figure out if she was being serious or not. She wasn’t sure if that was a laugh he was holding back, or if he was ready to just give in to what she wanted.

“Yes,” She repeated simply, “If you don’t move.” And there was a snort from him and his attention went back to his book, causing Amelia to huff again. “Fine,” She stated simply then, “You asked for it.” She moved, flopping back down against him, as if trying to sit on him completely, or worm her way into the chair like she normally did with Edgar, either causing him to share the chair with her, or just let her sit on his lap.

It seemed Caradoc was going to do that, because all she heard was a loud sigh from him and him shifting slightly to try and make room for both of them. She grinned at that, wiggling a bit more and ignoring the look he gave her, instead opening up her book to start reading too.

[hestivjones]

Tina Turner

What does their hair look like? Do you think the Wizarding World knew of perms?

Hestia’s hair tends to stay quite simple. Most of the time, her experimentation with fashion tends to be centered towards clothes, as she was never that good at fixing up elaborate hair styles. It has always fallen quite neatly and any curl she manages to create falls out quickly. Hestia does have a curling wand (and plenty of magical hair gel) for special occasions, but for everyday purposes it’s either falling down, pulled away by bobby pins or in a pony tail / bun variant. 

(It’s also worth mentioning that Hestia has tried experimenting with it. She, like most other teens, have been through the process of cutting her own bangs or fritzing it up to make it more defined. Luckily, she landed at the final stage of hair-acceptance before discovering perms.) 

[untamedmeadowes]

Ұ ☼ 👓

ҰHow short/tall is your character compared to their peers?

Dorcas is a little shorter than average, even with the bounce of her curls to compensate. She more than makes up for this in other ways, though, and regardless of her size there is nothing about Dorcas Meadowes that comes off as small.

☼How does your character usually dress in daily life?

Dorcas likes bright colors and simple, comfortable robes – usually a little higher than decency would dictate: calf-length, usually, but sometimes going high enough to expose her knees, and in warmer months she has no hesitation about going bare-legged beneath them despite the fact that she’s more than old enough now for such a thing to be considered more scandalous than cute. She likes vibrant patterns and loose cuts and things that are easy to climb in and that can take a hard fall without tearing. Growing up on Diagon Alley, in the heart of Wixen London, she wears mostly wix-designed fashion although with a heavy lean towards more modern and Muggle-influenced styles than the old-fashioned, stuffy robes worn by the more traditional members of her society. She wears Muggle-style clothing on occasion, but usually when she’s actually planning on going out into the Muggle streets, and when she does that she wears Muggle clothes better than most, thanks to having a Muggle-born grandmother…but she’s not comfortable in trousers, and her fashion isn’t exactly up-to-date either. But at least when she walks into a secondhand shop to buy something Muggle, she knows what bits go on what parts of her body, which is a big step up from many wix and their ignorance.

👓 What kind of mobility or assistive devices (if any) does your character use in daily life? (Glasses, canes, hearing aides, wheelchairs, etc.)

Dorcas wears glasses…some of the time. She should wear them all of the time – she’s a little nearsighted, probably from spending too much time squinting at faded old letters in dim light (a common affliction of bookshop owners in the wizarding world), but not so nearsighted that it gets in the way of daily life – just when she needs to see fine detail far away. Reading a street sign at the end of a road, for instance. Deciphering the blackboard of a Hogwarts’ classroom from the back row of desks – that sort of thing. But glasses are delicate, flimsy little things that are easily forgotten (and even more easily broken; the reparo charm was one of the first spells that Dorcas truly perfected, and it was due to repeated necessity of use). So more often than not, she walks the world with her face bare and screws up her eyes in a squint when she needs to see something far away. If her vision was any worse, she’d care more because it would impact her ability to duel – but she can see just fine when it comes to a tall black robe and a silver mask that needs to gets its arse kicked. If she had to aim for anything smaller than their face, she might run into an issue from time to time – but duels aren’t fought that far apart, and precision wand-work doesn’t require that degree of precision…so she gets by.

[bristlybranwen]

leading

Location: Cauldron Shop, Knockturn Alley Time: Daytime, 2nd of March Status: Closed, for @dearborncaradoc

Bran nearly dropped a cauldron when Dearborn’s face suddenly appeared in the shop.

“You can’t just waltz in here like it’s a normal Tuesday and say you need to have a word, Dickborn. I’m at work, for Morgana’s sake.” She roughly stuffed the cauldron back into the shelf and stomped behind the counter. “A word, my arse. No bloody respect for anyone’s schedule and duty. Follow me.”

[arabellafiggaf]

Polaroid

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

Her entire wardrobe in Carol gives major Arabella vibes. Cozy jumpers, scarves, long skirts, The Hat (you know the one). 

Here’s some of my favourites:

Yes! And the Cat Lady Bag! On point!

Cool casual outfit

Headband babey

Headband (again) AND a cute dress! Fashion isn’t Wix exclusive and neither is looking cute!

Scarf.

[rylandgreen]

George Michael

George Michael - Shirts, jumpers, coats – what’s your muse’s type of Top?

You’re really going to ask this to my bi boy still figuring things out.

Ryland prefers wizard robes to muggle clothing, so coats would probably best match what he wears most often. He does own a few muggle jumpers, mostly gifts from Isla, but he doesn’t really wear them outside the house.

[mckinnxn]

👠☼

👠 What kind of shoes does your character usually wear in daily life?

Marlene is always seen wearing some form of boots, since they provide both a great sense of practicality and fashion. She practically has a collection of all sorts. 

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

Marlene’s look falls somewhere between light grunge and rural chic. She has some staple outfits such as her pants and patterned belt combinations and her black overcoat, that she will wear anytime she’s away from home.

[spellnbone]

the pieces

Time: 14th of February Location: Rosier Estate, garden Status: Closed, @dearborncaradoc

Their lips were almost touching now and if this were ten years ago and they weren’t mid-mission, Edgar would’ve waited to see just how far Caradoc would go before giving up. As it were, he pointed his wand at Elladora Rowes from his little hide out in the bushes and muttered a petrifying spell under his breath. Less than a moment later and she hung hard and frozen as a stone in her date’s arms.

Plucking his sleeves into place, Edgar emerged from the bushes with almost something of a smile in his eyes. “Enjoying your night then?” he asked. He was about to put his wand away when he remembered he’d take it inside with him, but not so much his clothes. Neither his body. He procured the little thermos of polyjuice, unscrewed it as he let Caradoc place Elladora’s body into the safety of the bushes. It reeked of death. “I’ve never minded that the Bones don’t get invited to such events, but smelling this, I think I’d prefer an official invitation.”

Ever since Caradoc had emerged from the house with Elladora, he had kept an eye on the windows and balconies behind them, making sure no one was watching them. By now they were so far out into the gardens that even the music from inside wasn’t to be heard anymore. At one point not long ago he had seen Yaxley and Fabian march past him and had hissed them over. Daisy’s camera was pressed into Fabian’s unfamiliar hands: “Document whatever you find.” How badly he’d wanted to go with them, make sure nothing would harm them. But he had his own mission to complete.

He took a breath and downed the potion.