To Be You and Me Pv Caradoc Browne Closed

Lunchtime, what a wonderful time of the day it was. Caradoc never refused a meal if he could help it. And today wasn't going to prove any different. No, the man could enjoy filling his belly for the bigger pat of the day if he had been allowed to. Sadly his profession actually gave him little time to stretch his social hours to the minimum requirement in order to get around the day's work. Being head of House had been nice. But he sure had gained more respect for his own Head back when he was a youngster. Sprout was an odd lady beyond anything else to be fair, but he would not deny they all loved her back then. Perhaps a bit strict. But which professor wasn't?

Going from right to left, Caradoc did not leave any plate untasted. One benefit of staying at Hogwarts certainly were the meals. He'd never take in a house-elf for his own family. But boy could they cook. Though he did think that one cake looked oddly familiar. A small smirk would appear on his face as he figured he had a pretty good idea where that one came from. Munching down on his food, he cleaned off his mouth and made himself ready to leave right away. Off to do some boring paperwork he probably left on one of the piles in his office. Hopefully Miss Hastings would not have made it more of a mess than he had left it.

Sliding his chair back, the legs would scrape over the floorboards. "Time to leave, enjoy the rest of your meal!" He'd offer to any of the professors that had been present with him at the table. Taking the few steps down and walking between the tables he made his way for the large set of doors. In the corner of his eye, his gaze picked up one boy hunched over his food as if it were just some Brussels sprouts for dinner. Moping over whatever you chose to put on your plate made no sense with the multitude of options the castle gave the kids every meal. Walking over, the Head of House tapped the boy's shoulder. "If you wait any longer to eat that, young man. I'm sure the taste will only get worse." Doc grinned playfully.

@Caradoc Browne

A tap on Piérre's shoulder caused the boy to jump slightly, having been suddenly thrust away from his thoughts. He didn't exactly let out a yelp, but he did drop his fork, causing it to rattle on the plate as the handle drenched itself with the dumpling sauce. Snapping his gaze behind him, Piérre's wide green eyes met the Hufflepuff's Head of House's, Mister Cara!

With a smile, Piérre's hackles lowered, and he casually swung his legs under the table as he cheerfully greeted the adult. "Oh, hi Mister Cara! How are you?" Piérre had not necessarily had a huge connection with the Hufflepuff Head of House, but he had had a brief interaction with him during a Hufflepuff Pride party that he had crashed. Letting a shy smile form, Piérre's cheeks turned a touch red as he recalled the night. "Sorry about crashing the Hufflepuff Party last year... it was just too much fun to pass up, you know?"

As Cara mentioned his food, Piérre picked his fork out of the sauce, wiping it off with a napkin instead of just licking it off like he usually would, and shrugged. "Yeah... but sometimes you gotta let the sauce really soak in to get all the flavor it has to offer, right?" A light joke to get himself started. Piérre was nowhere near warmed up quite yet. Even though he knew that Cara was right, Piérre also knew that perhaps Cara was just the person to ask the questions that the Britalian had been musing silently to himself about.

"Hey... Mister Cara... can I ask you a few things... just about this month and things going on? I mean... I've never seen so many people so happy together. Usually people just want to tear other people apart... but... this month, nobody was afraid to get dirty. You were in the corridors with me when we were painting everything, right? You were so awesome!" Piérre had never really had a way with words, and now was certainly no exception. Hopefully the professor was a little insightful as well as a good ear and interpereter.

"What I mean is," Piérre puffed his cheeks for a second, trying to force the correct words to come to his mind. He stabbed a dumpling and stirred it about a bit as he slowly pieced together his words. "What was so special about this month? What is everything going on with... sexu... sexuali... ties...?" Piérre flushed deep red. "Um... I... I'm sorry if I kind of... um... being straightforward... too far... I... um..." Piérre mentally slapped himself before summoning all his will to look at Cara. "Mister Cara... Who do you think I am?"

"I don't tend to dwindle too much on the past Mister Marchonné." Caradoc added with a gentle smile. In truth, the boy had done nothing wrong other than showing up at a party he did not belong. Caradoc had practically forgotten about the event and was no man to hold grudges. Especially not towards students. They were kids and they needed to learn and grow. Marchonné seemed nice enough and while his naming conventions were... open, to say the least, he did come across as rather polite. Or perhaps that was just the boy's natural charisma actually doing its work. Kid could make it far if he wanted, Doc was willing to bet on it.

At the young man's little quip, Doc raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit without giving any proper reply to the matter. His other request however caught Doc's attention. The man slowly leaned in as the boy exclaimed the joy he had experienced. It was touching in a way. Caradoc had just found one of the children confronting him about joy. Not terror, danger, gloom, ... No. Joy. Peace, if you preferred that. It caught the Head of Hufflepuff completely off guard. Perhaps they finally had done something right. Perhaps they were indeed still capable of letting in some light while the world grew dark.

Caradoc sat down on one knee to find the boy at eye-level. "Well, Piérre, this month was one meant to celebrate acceptance. The way we accept anyone and ourselves as we are. While this commonly concerns those members of the LGBTQ+ group. It relates to all of us in its essence. We allow and celebrate everyone to be who they feel they could and would want to be in their innermost self. To allow expression of their character, rather than to have them judged by stereotypes or past misjudgements."

The Head of Hufflepuff wiggled his nose slightly as he thought on how to explain it, though he was hoping he was getting close.

@Caradoc Browne
What's up, doc? Sorry, had lots of issues last month and I just got around to this.

The lad smiled at the Head's acceptance of the apology. Piérre had liked Mister Cara quite a bit, and was hoping that perhaps he could forge a closer connection with the surprisingly gentle adult. Cara reminded Piérre of someone that he had known before. Mister Cara was tall and stocky, blonde hair, modest demeanor. Almost as strong as the previous Gryffindor First-String Keeper, Hugh.

Piérre nodded as Mister Cara spoke about the movement and how it was their goal to generally accept anyone. "Sure... but, shouldn't we be like that all the time? I don't understand why there would be a problem with accepting individualism in other people outright." At this point in the lad's life, he was not familiar with intimate meanings of love; indeed, until he had come to Hogwarts, he hadn't realized just how much he had matured from his young, innocent childlike self. His feeling of affection was that of Philia, or Agape; love of friends and comradeship, or godly, unconditional love. The love of anyone, no matter their walk of life, willing to forgive and forget, to find the light anywhere and anytime.

"But," Piérre's brow creased, mixing the gravy, "How come... what does...?" There were lots of questions that the boy still had, and before he lost himself too much, he mimed zipping his lips, thinking silently for a second before unzipping his lips again and starting from the beginning. "I... I'm afraid I don't really know much about social interaction... I'm... pretty awkward. What is L...G...B...T...Q... plus?" Piérre was trying to recall the letters that the Head of Hufflepuff was rattling off. "Is it like a special Wizard thing? And, um, how come it's only this month? What's so special about it that puts it in such a high esteem?"

Piérre decided that perhaps in order for him to figure out more about himself, he would have to first understand what it was that he was trying to understand. Perhaps to get a full answer, he would have to gently probe. "Mister Cara... where do I fit into this?"