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alexeydolohov​:

OPEN

location: lost hog’s head inn date: july 30th @beforedawnstarters​

        he’s exhausted, more from having to focus so much effort into arguing with the old wizard attempting to hire him for a job - and if honestly if not for the fact that it had been a friend of his father’s that had recommended the man ask alexey, he would’ve turned and walked out as soon as he’d made his offer. as it was the two had come to a mutually agreeable arrangement, and made plans to meet again at the end of the week so he could get started. now, settling into a seat at the hog’s head for the first time since he’d arrived in town a week and a half ago, the russian wizard wanted nothing more that a cold drink and some advice - sadly it seemed the barkeep was busy.         “excuse me, i don’t imagine you’d know kseniya dolohova, would you? or perhaps antonin dolohov?” he doesn’t even bother turning to face the person next to him until the words have already left him, deciding the risk of irritating someone was the least of his concerns at the moment.

doc took a sip of his butterbeer and put it back on the bar; he’d heard of a dolohov, a brat up to no good, but no solid info on him yet, not enough to have him be on the auror’s radars; but doc liked to go off track sometimes. he knew of a kseniya borgin as well; he didn’t know if she was the kseniya in question. after all, borgin and burkes was quite infamous. “ mate, ye can’t just go around asking about people. makes ya sound like a hitman. “ the dearborn jokes, raising his hand to alert to bartender to serve another round of drinks. “ dolohov? dunno, it kinda rings a bell. you’re gonna have to be a bit more specific, though. what are they, lost or something? “

#threads. #ft. aleksey #alcohol tw

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finntravers​:

The wix’s antics are enough to make them smile for real, and Finn starts to drum their own hands on the table, finding the unfamiliar song’s rhythm easily enough. Muggle music is actually pretty good craic, discounting the miserable lyrics. “Aye, I’m grand - I was just tryin’ to come up with a polite way of askin’ to steal one of yer smokes,” is their flippant reply, quickly shaking off what’s left of that strange feeling that twisted in the pit of their stomach. There are a lot of things happening in the world at the moment that Finn would simply rather not think about, and so they try not to. They tell themselves it’s not their problem.

“Oh shit, a musician and a philosopher,” they chuckle, smirking behind the rim of their glass of firewhiskey as they pick it up from the table. “Well, I suppose I can drink to that. To making things last.” Finn offers a lazy toast in his direction. “Sláinte, stranger.”

doc raises an eyebrow at the other. “ yeah, no way. no offence, but you look twelve. “ his stern expression disappears in mere moments as he lets out a laugh and offers the other his pack of cigs. “ i’m just messing with ya. you look at least thirteen- “ he lets another laugh, raising his glass in a cheers, returning the toast, though his is more enthusiastic. truth to be told, doc had a hard time not being enthusiastic. “ sláinte! to musicians, philosophers and- “ his pronounciation most likely isn’t the best. “ are we drinking to ireland or scotland? i never quite figured out how to set the accents apart.“

#threads. #ft. finn

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pvrkiss​:

she lets the song play for awhile and nods along to it, she recognizes the guitar riff and perks up, eyes snapping open. “i can play that riff.” she says with excitement, it was one her dad could play backwards with his eyes closed but it had taken doris time to conquer it. still, she was proud of her musical abilities, why not brag a little. “you should stick around for my set, i go on in an hour.” 

“ no way - “ doc is a bit taken aback, but obviously impressed. he’d always wanted a guitar back in the day; his mum laughed off the idea and now when he finally got the freedom and resources to buy one himself, he simply didn’t have the time to practice. “ you’ve got good taste, kid. or you’re just muggleborn “ it was probably rude to assume so directly in any other setting, but doc had a feeling for those things, he knew when someone was like him. “ i mean, no offense to wix bands and all, but they’ll never quite reach deep purple and zeppelin level of good. “ the man remarked. “ sure, sure. let’s see what ye got. i’ll be cheering you on. you a musician? “

#threads. #ft. doris

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finntravers​:

Finn is listening, barely even hearing the man as he speaks to them. But it’s not the impressive riff that has their attention - it’s the lyrics. Sweet child, in time you’ll see the line, the line that’s been drawn between good and bad…

Those words circle around in their mind like so many vultures, making them feel oddly unsettled. Close your eyes, bow your head, wait for the ricochet… Finn blinks when the man speaks again, and it takes them a moment to relax their features into their usual, carefree expression. “Ah sure, the song’s grand, but it’s also ten minutes long! Really tryin’ to get the most out of yer sickles, aren’t ye?” They tease.

“ wait for the ricochet! “ doc sings along, getting immersed into the chorus as he plays along with his air guitar, followed by the drums. the lyrics are spot on, too - he knows the history behind them and thinks to himself that muggles and wix alike have more in common than they’d like to believe. doc notices the other is a bit out of it when he speaks to them; he’s a lot more observant that people would believe. “ you alright there? “ he asks he puts out his cigarette on the ashtray at the bar. doc lets out a laugh at their remark. “ well, y’know, i’m a firm believer of the saying ‘good things should last longer’. “ 

#threads. #ft. finn #smoking tw

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“ listen to this one -- “ doc urged, taking a deep drag out of his cigarette as the song he’d requested started playing. he still preferred wix pubs, though the only thing missing was his favourite tunes. then again, the dearborn could be very persuasive, especially a few drinks in. “ it’s a muggle band. what’d you think? the riff’s pretty sick, listen. “ 

#dawn:start #smoking tw #spreading the muggle agenda #alcohol tw

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( cis man | he/him | charlie hunnam ) —— isn’t that CARADOC DEARBORN? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in GRYFFINDOR but apparently they now work as an AUROR in THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. sybill once said that they reminded her of a moral sense of your own that no one can figure out, bruised knuckles, a mouth that works faster than your brain, the taste of firewhisky, chain smoking, you can't save them all - but you'll try regardless which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit AUDACIOUS, RUTHLESS and PROTECTIVE, they’re THIRTY-FIVE now but some things never change! i wonder how being a MUGGLEBORN is affecting them after school, especially now they’re AN AGENT with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX? i guess only time will tell… —— [ lu : gmt+3 : 22 : she/her ]

born on august 5th in the outskirts of london, england to doris dearborn and a father he’s never met and knows nothing about. he has had two younger sister.

from the get go, life was not very kind to doc. his dad left before doc was ever born, his mum was far too young to take care of an obviously unwanted child, struggled to take care of him, to keep a job and would much rather spend her nights at the pub.

six years later, there was a new addition to the dearborn family - eva. caradoc adored his sister and promised he’d do anything to protect her from doris and her new boyfriend, who could be especially cruel where doris was neglectful.

his first signs of magic showed up in an attempt to protect eva from her dad; doc didn’t understand what was going on at the time, though or how he’d managed to hurt his step-father. it freaked him out, but truth to be told, doris was far too drunk to notice there was something going on.

as a kid, doc would spend most of his time getting into trouble with the other kids from the neighbourhood. petty theft, vandalizing property, street fights, you name it - but they had fun and those boys were his real family at the time. all of them had no one but each other.

on his eleventh birthday, everything would change. doc finally knew what his mysterious powers meant. doris was shocked, but quickly came to terms with the new information. a part of her was glad to have one less kid to take care of for the majority of the year.

doc was thrilled to be going to hogwarts, starry-eyed and curious. he quickly adapted to this new world, but was surprised to find out there were people who despised him simply because his parents weren’t magical. the dearborn would respond to that the only way he knew - fighting, the muggle way

during his hogwarts years, doc was all about having a good time. quidditch, girls, boys, parties, you name it. he even ended up befriending people he normally shouldn’t associate it, death eaters in the making. it was during his seventh year that he started taking life more seriously, saw the war that was brewing and knew he’d have to take a stand. he focused more on his studies and his exams in order to become an auror in the future.

five boyfriends later, just around the time doc was graduating from hogwarts, doris had another child - catherine. unlike eva, cat turned out to be magical.

along with his auror training, doc would work two jobs to support himself and hopefully, in the future his sisters.

he ended up being an auror eventually, a dream come true. though with time, doc can’t help but be cynical. he doesn’t agree with most of his colleagues’ peaceful methods. you’re supposed to fight fire with fire. was it this belief that sparked the next events? was it a targeted attack, a message, or just a simple display of cruelty? doc doesn’t know to this day, but in 1970 he ended up losing eva - they all came out of nowhere and while doc could defend himself, eva and her friends couldn’t. the people who killed her might be dead as well, but this doesn’t fill the gap that her being gone left in his heart.

if anything, this unjust death only sparked caradoc’s hatred for voldemort and those who support him even more. he’s known to be very intense and passionate when it comes to his job, to serving justice, to protecting the people he cares for.

HEADCANONS & FACTS:

doc is a leo sun, scorpio moon, aries rising

estp, chaotic good, choleric, type 8 / the challenger

obsessed with the rolling stones, led zeppelin, pink floyd, black sabbath and deep purple. will lecture you for hours about the masterpiece that is the muggle rock scene.

obsessed with quidditch also. he used to play in hogwarts as a beater for gryffindor’s team and if he wasn’t so set on becoming an auror, he’d probably be playing professionally

has had a few serious relationships before, but his job and the order will always be a priority of doc’s, so it’s no surprise that most of his lovers don’t wanna put up with that. plus, doc is incredibly non-commital when it comes to love.

now, when it comes to friendship.. so loyal. doc would do anything for his friends.

he still has quite the temper and will often resort to fighting the muggle way, even if it’s unprofessional

when doc is dealing with something, he has the tendency to disappear. he likes taking care of others but doesn’t like sharing his own problems or letting himself be vulnerable. he’s got some unhealthy, self-destructive habits still

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

younger sister. she’s probably in her 7th year or recently graduated. i’ll have to write in a wc for her, but if anyone wants to bring her let me know!!

cousins

best friend/s

ex-friends. extra points if they’re death eaters / affiliated with them

exes / past flings

friends with benefits

drinking buddy

enemies

#dawn:intro #neglect tw #abuse tw #alcoholism tw #death tw #murder tw