never give in

MOODY

         "   nah.   ”    he  admitted  lazily,  shrugging  his  shoulders  before  leaning  back  in  the  chair.  alastor  was  there  to  update  him  on  the  change  in  their  quidditch  training  schedule         an  act  of  charity  he  had  so  kindly  been  forced  into  by  the  captain.   “   this  is  a  proper  table,  dear.  wasn’t  aware  ya  had  your  hand  on  this  kinda  real  estate.  how  much  are  ya  payin’?  …   y’know,  seein’  as  it’s  your  space  and  all.   ”

CARADOC

caradoc twisted his lips, stifling a chuckle that may give alastor any encouragement. they got on well enough, but the lack of ambition (and presence of carelessness) in the other boy got under caradoc’s skin. it wasn’t jealousy, not quite, and really shouldn’t everyone be left to their own devices whether they fail or succeed? still, the sense of discomfort lingered. “you know what I mean... right? my personal space that I clearly intend to use. this whole table is free. unless you’re sitting here to talk to me personally? if so, could you make it quick?”

to be perfectly honest, he hadn’t thought much about the spot he’d chosen at the library today; it was a simple case of sitting in the first seat he came across. so edgar wasn’t really expecting someone to call him out about it. “oh. OH. i’m, uh          i’m so sorry, i didn’t even        i mean, my bad. shall i move?” 

“no I-” on instinct caradoc attempted to take back his words. although he meant them, edgar’s immediate regret made him feel like an arse. “it’s everyone’s table I suppose. just...why don’t you just move over a place and we can enjoy the space together, yeah?”

“uh, excuse me? you’re sort of in my space here. can I help you with something?” rhetorical of course, but what else could be said without demanding the other person to leave?

BELLATRIX

“And you’re less cordial than a Boggart. What makes you think you can get away with talking to me like that?” Unfortunately, Bellatrix usually couldn’t take what she dished out. Admittedly, it gave her a slight thrill when she was challenged, but her organized upbringing compelled her to put any such things in their place immediately.

CARADOC

“bella, do you even listen to yourself? what makes you think you can talk to me like that? I’m not taking any swings at you that your aren’t swinging right back. do you seriously expect me to put up with your bullshit without a little dig back?” caradoc scoffed. there was indeed a spark of entertainment in the back and forth. bellatrix was a clever witch, determined like many other top students, yet her views and self-preservation were so unwavering. she was an interesting specimen indeed. if he cared a bit more, caradoc would be concerned or even intrigued, but he prefered to keep his distance. she didn’t strike him as worth it.

BELLATRIX

“You speak as though you think I’m heartless.” Bellatrix put on a fake pout. She didn’t care what other’s actually thought of her, at least not the students at her school. She had her opinions and things she cared about and she didn’t have to prove it to others. It wasn’t that she was unlikeable, she was just in the unfortunate position of most people…not liking her. 

“I’m just kidding. I can kid, you know. You don’t have to be so thick about it.”

CARADOC

“heartless? no. but, not far from it.” caradoc shrugged, he wouldn’t beat around the bush, especiall not for someone like bellatix. she was one to be blunt as well after all. you shouldn’t give out what you can’t take. “can you blame me? you’re less predictable than a tornado.”

Normally maybe she wouldn’t mind such a comment, but Bellatrix wasn’t a fan of the half-blood Gryffindor. Even so, it wasn’t uncommon for her to exchange tense words with others, particularly people like Caradoc. Maybe it was because they were two sides of the same coin, equally hard working and competitive yet never able to see eye to eye. 

“Maybe I should’ve done something. But, believe it or not, I don’t play dirty. What’s the fun in winning without a fight…even if the game is Dark Arts grades.” 

“ah, well, you’ve got me there. how could I ever assume that bellatrix black of all people would be dishonest or, at the very least, underhanded? your stellar sportsmanship and love of all people should’ve kept me the wiser.” caradoc scoffed, checking his book for anything out of place, barely realizing he was actually doing so. “it is sweet that you think we’re in some sort of competition as far as grades go. you and I both know we work too hard for too little a reward.”

hello !! i’m kitty and this is my muse caradoc dearborn. below are some quick facts about him and my interpretation of his personality. feel free to hmu for any plots if you have ideas!