where in the world is caradoc dearborn (nowhereman) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2012-12-02 22:17:00 |
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While, of course, there were many downsides to the air raids -- some much worse than others -- this one in particular had caused Caradoc to fall much further behind on his classwork than he was ready to deal with. Definitely not the best student in the world, keeping Caradoc focused on his classwork for more than a few moments was a trial, and spending nearly his entire Sunday locked up in the library felt like torture. It had taken several hours (not including short breaks to stretch, play a couple card games by himself, and trying to recite the French alphabet backwards in his head) to finish up his Defense review, but he'd done it. Now all that was left was the Charms essay he'd been putting off for nearly a week. "Nope," was his resounding response to the thud his Charms book made when he let the cover flop open onto his desk. "Time for a potty break." Draping his jacket over his books and his bag and his chair so that no one would steal his spot while he was gone, Caradoc strolled out of the library towards the men's room. He could take his time; his homework could wait. Prosper, meanwhile, was faced with a very different downside to yesterday’s air raids. By now he was all caught up on his classwork, of course, but it was the problem of Caradoc Dearborn that he had chosen today to face. He was not alone in being given an infuriating nickname by the Gryffindor, and so PP and Deedee had decided to roam the castle, with their wands at the ready, in search of Dearborn. They would make him pay, Prosper thought gleefully as they turned a corner and made their way towards the bathrooms. Clearly they hadn’t been the only ones with this idea, as Caradoc was some distance in front of them, headed in the same direction. Prosper grinned at his friend, and then gestured for him to hang back briefly. Tucking his wand into his clothes, Prosper quietly increased his pace and crept up on Dearborn. If they were to get revenge, they would have to be clever about it, for Prosper hadn’t exactly kept his irritation hidden yesterday. But this was no large obstacle -- Prosper was very good at being clever, and he also had very small, girlish hands. When he reached Dearborn, Prosper reached up (yes, up) and clapped his hands over Dearborn’s eyes to startle and distract him. “Guess who?” He queried in a high, airy voice. Caradoc paused in his trek towards the bathroom -- that could wait, too. Right now, there was a hopefully sexy lady behind him who wanted to play Guess Who. "Hmm," he pondered, trying to place the voice. Why was it so hard to recognize voices when you couldn't see who was talking? "Well, you're smaller than me, so not Bron..." Dieter grinned at the opening -- and at Prosper's odd methods but he'd address that later -- as he stepped up beside his friend. Caradoc Dearborn could not be called a genius, apparently. Taking out his wand and assessing their location -- a bathroom nearby would be an adequate hiding spot he guess -- he jabbed Dearborn in the back, letting his wand burn a hole in his robes. "It's Deedee!" he said, not bothering with the falsetto. Rolling his eyes at Dieter (did he really have to give the game away?), Prosper gripped at Dearborn’s head and neck, still keeping his eyes covered, and helped physically direct him towards the bathroom while Dieter provided an extra incentive. “I would like to have a few words, Caradoc,” he chirped in the falsetto once again as they steered him into the bathroom where there was nowhere to go. He let his hands drop and then pulled his wand out, pressing it against the back of Dearborn’s neck. As soon as Dieter announced himself, Caradoc tried to duck under the hands covering his eyes and whirl around, only to have his head held fast. Considering that he didn't exactly feel like being an active participant in having his neck broken that day, Caradoc instead visibly tensed up, definitely dragging his feet a bit as he was jostled into the men's room. Once they were inside, Caradoc tried to catch a glimpse of whomever was behind him in the mirror -- it definitely felt like more than one person, and even though they'd said it was Deedee, it could've been a set-up by anyone who'd seen their conversation from the previous night. Unfortunately, being unable to turn his head kept him from being able to get a good look in any of the mirrors. "Look, Deedee," Caradoc started, slowly trying to move his own hand into his robes for his wand (without making it obvious that he was doing so), "I don't really think now is such a good time for a chat. I've... my study group is waiting for me." A lie, but they didn't need to know that (and hopefully didn't know that.) Pointing his wand at the bathroom door, Dieter locked it. It didn't sound like anyone else was in the bathroom, and they could just hex whoever else was in there if it came to it. Pointing his wand back at Dearborn... "Silencio." His shrieking didn't need to alert anyone to their presence, no matter how quickly they made it. Clearing his throat, he looked at Prosper. "Ladies first," he said cheerfully. “Thank you,” Prosper warbled to keep up the act, but his voice broke halfway and he faltered. He grimaced, disappointed in himself. But back to the issue at hand. He removed his wand from Dearborn’s neck and directed it at his visible hand, remembering the movements and incantation for the fingernail-ripping curse that they’d all worked on with Tom. The spell was muttered under his breath and once he finished, Prosper simply smirked. Caradoc dropped all pretense of trying to subtly reach for his wand when the curse hit his hand, taking his fingernails with it. He screamed -- he'd be thankful later for the silencing spell that the culprits wouldn't have his girly shriek to mock him with, too -- and curled his hand back into his robes before they could do anything worse. Swinging his leg back behind him, he kicked out at whoever was there while he went for his wand, not caring that he desperately wanted to break the Cardinal Rule of Manhood and kick the bastard right in the crotch in the process. Dieter jumped out of the way of Dearborn's manic flailing with a laugh and a scoff. Casting a quick skin shredding hex at the boy's arm, he took another premptive step back. This was all enjoyable but he couldn't help but checked the locked door. It wouldn't take an idiot to use Alohomora and open the thing. But most people were even less than idiots, in Dieter's mind. "Darling we oughtn't linger," he said in a falsely sweet voice. "Finish up, then." The younger boy needed more practice than him, of course. That's what it meant to be a young thing like that. Casting a second skin shredding curse on the opposite arm just for good measure, he looked back over at Prosper. Prosper nodded at his friend and promptly got to work. If he was completely honest, Prosper hadn’t been entirely sure that his curse would work, and when Dearborn had thrashed out, he had experienced a great sense of relief. Now it was time to finish the job off well. He was thankful for the opportunity Dieter gave him, but also apprehensive. This felt like a test. Getting slightly carried away, he cast a brief stinging hex, but ultimately rounded things out with a Confundus charm. It would be no good at all if Dearborn could make sense of this encounter and identify his assailants. Happy with his work, Prosper looked up at Dieter with a tentative smile. “I think we’re done here,” he said, putting his wand away and dusting off his hands. "All right, let's go," he said, patting Prosper on the shoulder and walking over to the door. He unlocked it and pushed it open carefully, peering out to check for anyone in the corridor. Turning and nodding back to Prosper as a group of first year girls disappeared around the corner, he strode out of the bathroom feeling rather pleased with himself about the whole thing. Caradoc's attack-back attempt met thin air as his attackers moved away, and before he had a chance to reciprocate he found himself on the receiving end of their wands once again. Caradoc twisted around, switching his wand to his good hand as he looked up at the two other boys in the bathroom -- PP and Deedee, of course it was them -- when everything started to feel vaguely fuzzy, like a warm buzzing in his head after too much firewhiskey. His arms both hurt, and... holy hell, what had happened to his hand? He looked up at the other two boys, trying to ask them what happened and to wait up, only to find that his voice wasn't working. Wait, that was right, one of them Silencioed him. It was PP right? ...oh, that was right, he still needed to use the toilet. Although he definitely felt like maybe seeing the nurse would be more important now instead... |