#caradoc.

Valentine's Day Scrapbook: Dimitri & Caradoc

There was something to be said about stepping into the viper’s pit, into the lion’s den, or any number of the analogies that could perfectly describe the situation that Caio had stepped into. While Giovanni would be somewhere in the crowd, no further than the Avariel would need of him, a bit of luck kept the other vampires at bay. Until he perhaps wanted them to take a taste, to give into the craze that likely had seized most of them. In the meantime, Caio had found his attention on another, one who had once been the object of great fortune. “Caradoc,” the name was spoken in a sing song manner as he pushed those of little worth out of his way. “Have you missed me?”

The infamous centaur, Edgar couldn’t help laughing to himself as he looked towards Caradoc. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked turning his focus towards the task at hand. “I think we’re gonna get caught.” Edgar stood up straight, holding on to Caradoc’s shoulders and trying to follow the other boys' lead. All the galleons spent on professional dancing lessons and here he was practicing with Caradoc. Merlin his mother and sister would laugh their arses off at this. Which is why he had opted for an empty classroom, hopeful that no one would see him trying to improve his dancing prowess. His bad moves, after all, were his trademark and he couldn’t let others know he was trying to get rid of that.