Who: Emmeline Vance & Caradoc Dearborn
What: they are a normal?
Where: Amsterdam!
When: today
Status: continuing in comments

( Caradoc would be able to handle a raccoon, right? )

Who: Emmeline Vance & Caradoc Dearborn!
What: AHHH
When: This morning!

( She had every reason to believe that this was a trap and that he was going to strangle her after he seduced her, but--- )

WHO: Caradoc Dearborn, Sebastian Goldstein, and Christopher Loftus
WHAT: Sebastian finds out what has really been plaguing him, and he's not happy
WHEN: Now now!
WHERE: Goldstein Castle

( How long have you known! Is that why you’re here, am I the traitor? )

Who: Caradoc Dearborn & Albus Dumbledore
What: read!
When: tonight!

( Christopher Loftus has Sebastian under Imperious. )

Who: Mackenzie Goldstein & Caradoc Dearborn
When: now
Where: her house!

( He didn't respond to her, holding back his question as to why Goldstein would join the Order in the first place if they were trying to lay low. )

WHO: Sebastian and Mackenzie Goldstein, with a surprise appearance!
WHAT: Sebastian desperately wants this new guest to stay at their house
WHERE: Goldstein Castle
WHEN: NOW!

( He had a guy, who was supposed to be dead, standing in his living room. )

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.

Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn
What: :(
Where: The Order House
When: Tonight, before the battle

( I can't come up with anything remotely impressive to say )

Who: Caradoc Dearborn and Grayson Wilkes
What: Someone missed their deadline.
Where: Caradoc's Manor-type-thing.
When: Just after 12:01 AM on the 6th. No, really.

( He was currently rearranging a book shelf so that it was ordered alphabetically by subject and author. )

Who: Caradoc Dearborn and Emmeline Vance
What: Caradoc returns with bad news and a tough decision.
Where: Emmeline's flat
When: Early this morning

( Why weren't you ever afraid? You were never afraid, and now--- don't you understand? You should have never trusted me----And now you do )

Who: Grayson Wilkes & Caradoc Dearborn
What: Sigh
Where: Wilkes abode
When: Tonight

( The thought that he was waiting for Grayson Wilkes was more than enough to make him stay and not leave (sadly...) )

Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn
What: Snogging in the Christmas spirit gets interrupted by an Angry Patronus
Where: Her garland filled flat
When: Around the time James' patronus was sent? >>

( Just because mistletoe was stupid didn't mean you could go and not obey it )

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!

She was pretty horrible at birthdays. Or, well--her boyfriend's birthdays, anyway.

The first one with Ben, she'd forgotten about it because of exams, and the second, well--they kind of loathed each other. With Remus, she hadn't been dating him, and barely made it to Valentine's without that falling through, so. With all of her newly found free time, Emmeline had determinedly decided that she was going to do a good job this time.

Which was why her patience had run terribly thin, and she couldn't wait until tomorrow.

His house, well, his manor had always been initimidating, even when they were younger and she would visit Juliet, but now that she wasn't immediately let in by the house-elf Juliet had so carefully destroyed, Emmeline found standing on the front steps more than daunting. The wait for a response on the other side of the door felt like it was lasting an eternity, and all it managed was to make her think about the packages in her hand.

The cake, the present. Present, cake, would he like them---she shouldn't care so much about it, but she did, and Emmeline shifted them in her arms as she waited. And waited, and---twisting, she flicked her wand and slammed the large knocker down again. What terrible timing for Juliet to have killed the doorman.