#cormac's threads.

“ do  you  think  this  screams  ‘congratulations  on  your  candidacy’? ”  cormac  asks  curiously  as  he  examines  a  fancy  looking  quill,  almost  definitely  the  most  expensive  one  in  the  shop.   “ might  as  well  think  ahead,  y’know?  my  dad’s  for  sure  going  to  nab  a  spot.  i’m  no  seer,  but  us  mclaggens,  we’re  lucky  in  these  things,  you  see. ”  his  chest  is  puffed  out  in  pride  as  he  says  it,  a  slight  smirk  on  his  lips  as  he  glances  at  the  other.

"do you think dumbledore topped grindelwald, or the other way around?" he blurts out the first thought in his mind to the nearest person to him, leaning towards the person and pursing his lips in thought. "not that it really matters, because ew, but honestly, the dick or hole must've been fire to be crazy enough to break a mass murderer out of azkaban," he muses, his glass halfway back to his lips as he lets out a chuckle.

cormac's  already  a  few  drinks  in  and  feeling  pleasantly  tipsy,  sitting  near  the  edge  of  the  lake  and  twirling  his  wand  between  two  fingers  as  he  stares  out  towards  the  water,  feeling  the  warmth  on  his  face  from  the  flames  bursting  from  the  mouth  of  the  little  dragon  perched  on  his  shoulder.  he’s  already  had  some  interesting  conversations,  bragged  about  himself  and  his  summer  vacation  to  more  than  a  few  people,  as  well  as  performed  some  party  tricks  he's  been  practicing,  with  much  success.  he's  in  a  lull  between  party  companions,  taking  the  moment  of  reprieve  to  appreciate  the  feeling  of  being  back  on  campus,  especially  with  all  of  the  excitement  so  soon  in  the  school  year.  “  d'you  think  we  could  teach  them  tricks?  ”   he  blurts  to  the  person  nearest  to  him,  leaning  towards  them  and  pursing  his  lips  in  thought.  “  wait,  do  you  think  we  could  teach  them  to  play  quidditch?  we  could  have  a  mini  dragon  quidditch  team,  ”   he  smirks  to  himself,  feeling  quite  proud  of  the  drunken  idea,  patting  the  little  dragon  on  the  head  and  snickering  when  it  tries  to  take  a  playful  nip  at  his  finger.

“ interesting  choice  on  old  dumbledore’s  part  adding  veritaserum  to  the  scavenger  hunt  prizes,  eh? ”  cormac  comments  with  an  amused  raise  of  his  brow  as  he  ponders  what  the  winner  might  do  with  the  coveted  potion.  “ surely  he  knows  most  people  wouldn’t  use  it  with  good  intentions.  should  be  fun  to  see  how  the  winner  does  plan  to  use  it,  anyway. ”

as  expected,  cormac  found  the  funeral  uninteresting  and  depressing,  two  things  that  he  tries  to  avoid  at  all  costs. he'd  been  expected  to  make  an  appearance,  and  never  one  to  disappoint  his  parents,  cormac  had  stayed  as  long  as  was  absolutely  necessary  before  making  his  way  back  inside. he's  relieved  when  he's  finally  leaving,  but  stops  in  his  tracks  in  one  of  the  hallways  when  he  sees  flora,  a  slow  grin  spreading  across  his  lips.  “  well,  if  it  isn't  my  lovely  bride,  ”   he  greets  as  he  saunters  over  to  her,  coming  to  stand  in  front  of  her  with  a  self-assured  smirk,  reaching  out  to  grab  her  hand,  lifting  it  to  press  a  kiss  to  the  back  of  it.   “  i  missed  you,  you  know.  you  should  come  by  mine  sometime  so  we  can  practice  for  our  wedding  night. ”

cormac  has  never  really  learned  how  to  process  his  emotions  well.  he's  more  of  an  'ignore  it  and  pretend  it  doesn't  exist'  kind  of  guy.   so,  while  it's  all  very  sad  that  people  were  attacked,  and  it's  tragic  that  the  teacher  was  killed,  and  of  course,  he's  very  concerned  about  alicia's  well-being  (  that  being  heavily  tied  to  her  being  his  quidditch  teammate  is  neither  here  not  there  ),  it's  all  just  very...  awkward  for  him.  he's  mostly  attending  the  memorial  because  his  parents  told  him  that  it  would  look  bad  if  he  didn't,  so  here  he  is.  the  sight  of  zehra  nearby  has  his  lips  tipping  up  as  he  makes  his  way  over to her,  giving  her  a  look  of  faux  earnestness.   “  glad  to  see  that  you're  in  one  piece,  kaplan,  ”   he  greets  her  as  his  eyes  linger  along  her  frame  for  just  a  moment  too  long  to  be  considered  polite.   “  it  would  be  a  shame  to  rob  the  world  of  such  beauty. ”

“ hello darling, ”  cormac says by way of greeting as he ambles over towards where aurora is standing, a shit-eating grin spread across his lips as he holds up an envelope between them. “ i received an interesting letter today, ”  he continues, moving close to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, showing her the elegant scrawl of his name on the front and broken wax seal that bears his own family's crest. “ i found it enthralling, really. do you wanna know what it says? ”