22 February 1980 @ 02:47 pm
 
Who: Roderick Dearborn and Alice Longbottom
What: ... :(
Where: Ministry of Magic - labs
When: ... now!
Rating: CG for crying girl.

Oh hells. )
 
 
13 January 1980 @ 04:19 pm
 
Who: Roderick Dearborn and Emmeline Vance
What: Super top-secret!
When: Today!
Where: A women's washroom at the MOM ... you think I'm joking :|

I need to tell you about him. )
 
 
11 January 1980 @ 05:44 pm
DEs + Order!  
What a strange feeling.

In the middle of all this chaos, Caradoc felt quite calm. Incredibly calm, actually. Whether that was a positive or negative, he decided not to care to divulge into that inner meaning. All he cared to know was that it felt good. Unrealistically good. There was nothing else running through him, he had efficiently locked away all resolved issues, emotions with them. So now... no, the battle surrounding him did not effect him one bit. It felt like he was watching this all from afar, or from behind a protected screen. But when in reality, a red jet of light had just missed his leg by a few meters and he hadn't even moved away from it.

That should have gotten his heart going, shouldn't it? But it... didn't; Caradoc knew what he was waiting for, who he was waiting for. Nothing else seemed to be that dangerous. And if he was accidently killed while he was standing here? If he could be so lucky. He knew he wouldn't have to wait long, and there was no reason for him to bring attention to himself. They would know he was here, just like how he would have known that a traitor had finally decided to make a public presence. Call it something of a sixth sense, but you don't just waltz into a battle undetected when the other side was desperately grasping to kill you. Nope, it just never happened. Life wasn't easy like that.

Though-- this suddenly came to him as something of a side note--- for some reason, he hoped Dorcas would make this out of it alive. Perhaps it was this new mood he was in, or maybe it was just the fact that he knew his death was coming, but either way, he figured he could forgive her now, of all times.

Caradoc, wand in hand and back up against a high stone wall, looked away from the street for a moment. But once he looked back, two jets of light were already heading straight at him. He deflected and moved away from them easily. Again, while by instinct his body jerked into action, he was not scared. This death eater wasn't going to be the one to kill him, he was sure of that. He had made this very personal to the Dark Lord, no doubt they were told to bring him back still breathing.
 
 
29 October 1979 @ 01:41 pm
The Halloween Ball! --Posted for Friday!  
In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!
 
 
04 June 1979 @ 06:04 pm
[Aland!]  
Things had been progressing well. Or ... well, Roderick liked to think they were. He'd actually taken Aland to his real home (and not the one he went to when he felt he might've been being followed) and the man had been coming over more and more frequently. Despite the fact that it invaded his personal space, Roderick found that he didn't mind in the least. In fact, he'd started to relax around Aland.

It was a strange thing to think about. He stretched lazily on the couch and lolled his head to the side. Aland looked like he was about to pass out.

"Come on, the holo-film isn't that boring, is it?" Maybe Aland had just had a hard day at work - there was no telling, and Roderick rarely had the mind to ask past superficial things. No need to accidentally slip up to a stranger because he'd been learning too much about the other man. It would make people suspicious if he knew everything about him.
 
 
19 April 1979 @ 07:58 pm
 
Who: Roderick Dearborn and Aland Avery
What: MANLY STUFF
When: Saturday night
Where: Roderick's freakishly clean flat
Why: ...

He was aware that Aland had been ignoring him for the past few weeks, but perhaps that was his fault. He'd been rather stern about still talking to Erin (he still had an infatuation with her whether it had resulted from transference from Aland or not) and he supposed he was less than willing to completely deny that he was attracted to the other man.

Roderick tapped his fingers against the table while he waited for both the take-away and Aland to show up. At least one of the two was bound to come, if only because it was bound by the fact that food places liked to be paid for their goods. Hopefully the food would show up first, because Roderick was currently six blocks from his house and waiting on the doorstep of a place that wasn't his own. No need to let anyone know where he really lived unless they were family and he felt he could trust them.

The pizza boy showed up and Roderick handed him the coins, waiting until the young man turned his back and then apparating to his own step. He unlocked the door physically and then with an unlocking charm and stepped inside, setting the box on top of his counter and continuing to wait.

Beer and pizza -- that wasn't a date, right, so Aland wouldn't freak out. Sure.