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princissa‌:

The despicable that was uttered could have been taken as sarcastic had it not been for the person it came from. Knowing she had Dorcas there to complain with was like a blessing. Even after all the rumors started floating around when she got kicked out of Beauxbatons, surprisingly her attitude towards Narcissa never changed which was a relief because while there were friends that stayed loyal, the same couldn’t be said about many families in the Sacred 28. “Oh, definitely not, and I wouldn’t want you getting your hands dirty. Besides, with the way people are talking about me, they should know I’m already capable of doing that myself.”

Her hands were placed on her hips, leaning her head back to sigh, looking as if being in a crowded bookstore was already too much for her. “I’m alright,” she replied with a nod, “I guess this is what trying to work your way up to the top is meant to feel like? It’s a little exhausting I think I already need a spa day after integrating back into normal society.”

“We could definitely have that arranged? A spa day? I’d actually enjoy that myself,” though, Dorcas wasn’t going to complain about her situation, at least about the things she didn’t really acknowledge or talk to virtually anyone, but the surface things? Easy. “It’s exhausting, it’s a never ending climb, after my father passed it became a full time job for my mother and I, though people have received us a lot better than they’ve even received you. I promise you, it’ll get better, I won’t give up on you and keeping you in the Know, I’m sure Rodolphus won’t either. You’ve got people, Narcissa, you’re not alone.” There was a warmth in her words, a sureness too, she hoped it would help her friend feel a little better about the situation she was dealing with which was quite a messy one.

IF she had had the courage then, Dorcas would’ve complimented her rebellion in excess because Narcissa had done what the majority of them could never dare to do even if the was yearning for it. It was an act of art, it was an act of rebellion that Dorcas had only dreamed about and while she had ideas, plans, the occasional daydream -- she had never actually acted. Narcissa deserved this because she knew the consequences of leaving someone to stay suffocated in a life they were unhappy about, she’d seen what it had done to her father -- hopefully it wasn’t as deep for Narcissa. Maybe, hopefully, Narcissa had found some peace in it. “Besides, can I ask you, was it worth all of this? The scrutiny? Because if it was, then that’s what matters, I think. You’re one of the special ones that could come back from ANYTHING -- even this. In a few years time, no one will remember this.”

#im ngl theyre giving me blair/serena vibes LMWEFJIEWFE #i wrote this like two weeks ago and i uh just published it today! slow icons only!#tag later

lyricsgraphy

katy perry - chained to the rhythm

#heavy is the head.#katy perry tw #FIEJFWWEFJ #only god can judge me!

knowledge or curiosity

Without curiosity you wouldn’t really learn and therefore, gain knowledge. Sure, you could gain information by just hearing it but knowledge is cultivated. Curiosity, definitely.

#Anonymous #answered meme.#headcanons.#me writing these years late more likely than u think #ive had a gif and half an answer for a BIT

mssglendachittock‌:

It’s funny how sometimes Glenda still forgets that she has a magical wand that she can use, and she doesn’t have to do everything by hand. And especially after she was pretty much on a no magic rule for ¾ of a year (she was pretty much going insane because of the no magic rule, she wasn’t sure how others survived it, despite the fact that her time was pretty occupied thanks to her parents), it was easier to just bend down and start picking her things up.

She didn’t even notice somebody heading over to her until a familiar voice hit her ears and she snapped her head up with a huge grin on her face. “Dorcas, hey! So good to see you again!” Glenda missed the other Ravenclaw immensely over the time away from Hogwarts. She stood up, looking over the mess her bag (and she by putting so many books in there) made and Dorcas definitely had the better solution up in her sleeve. “Please, that would be really nice. You gotta teach me that at one point, though, because this happens to me more often then not and I am running out of bags to use and a charm that could both pick things up and fix my bag as well just sounds amazing and so so useful. We should really just study more of these stuff at class, don’t you think? Sure, we learn some useful stuff but most of them are just so pointless and will never be able to be used aside from a really forced situation and it’s a shame if you ask me.”

She finally took a breath and she realized that once again she managed to jump into the weirdest, most random ramble and she scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. “Anyway, thank you so much. How have you been?”

With a few flick of the wrists and a few whispers, Dorcas was able to get the mess figured out and cleaned up, the books stacked on the table first before she made quick work on the bag, sealing it and fixing the break between the strap and the rest of pouch. She’d answer Glenda soon, hearing every word she said, though her focus was on the spell work as a few faulty moves could undo the work in front of her, causing another mess. That was not on either of their schedules.

“There. To start, I completely agree with you on that front -- it’s ridiculous that we learn things in class that while interesting and useful, completely useless in certain real life situations. Secondly, I’ll teach you the charms the minute we get back to school -- which -- is so soon I can’t even believe we’re going back,” though, she was more than relieved because being home had both clarified but muddled her motivations, had challenged her in many ways, but also helped her grow in a way that school stifled often -- socially among other societies. The status of SOCIALITE now completely branded on her, which was what her mother wanted, a woman in society who was available -- Dorcas may have had other plans but she hoped that playing this part in particular would be advantageous in the future. It had to be, didn’t it?

Sitting down in front of Glenda finally, she admired her own handy work a moment before reaching over the give Glenda’s hand a familiar, loving, squeeze. “I’m doing really well. I’ve traveled, a lot, which sort of beats being at Hogwarts all year long but I can’t say I’m depressed that we’ll be back. I’ve missed the structure. The clubs. You, as well. How have you been? I can easily get some ice cream for us, what would you like? I’ve been having a dilemma but I’m in the mood for something sweet. SO, Caramel Truffle it is. Unless, you know something sweeter.”

#glenda chittock: 001.#interactions.#interaction: glenda chittock.#event: diagon alley eleganza extravaganza.#ur theme for glenda is cute btw

nott-amused‌:

“Look—“ Theo gestured at the bowls on the table with a chopstick, scowling at the contents. He wasn’t sure how he’d allowed himself to be talked into that situation, but that seemed to be the way it always went when it came to Dorcas. “I’m not sure what that is, but it looks awfully fucking similar to chicken nuggets and you know how I feel about those.”

@drcsmdws

It never ceased to amuse her, these excursions with Theo, mostly because she’d never in her life met someone so picky about food. “Dumplings? Well, not the most inaccurate food observation you’ve ever made,” pursing her lips, she tried not to let her disapproving frown get the best of her because this was just how Theo was. “How about this, we’ll take a bite at the same time, if you HATE it, we can walk out right now. But if there’s a very very small part of you that even likes a bit of the flavor, we’re trying more. Yeah?”

#theodore nott: 001.#interaction: theodore nott.#interactions.#event: diagon alley eleganza extravaganza.#efwEIWJIf #he's not amused huh #food tw

marlene or marlene

Mar -k McKinnon.

#marlenemcknncn #marlene mckinnon.#FWEIJFWWIQW #she's like HA!

ice cream or sorbet

Oh, both. The obvious choice is ice cream but a fantastic sorbet is to die for and I don’t discriminate against either of them.

#aint getting her to pick between food! not today!#Anonymous #answered meme.

wizard chess or ancient ruins

That’s too hard. That’s impossible. I feel like I SHOULD say Ancient Runes because of how much it connects us to so much, how we can understand our past through them and how runes are probably one of the most interesting branches of magic that while “theoretical” has a lot of practical uses. There’s so much magic we can rediscover and find through different translations from Runes around the world, the older & the more complicated, the better. Wizard’s Chess however is an extremely useful tool for the mind, strategy and I’ve got many a good memories with it, teaching it to others, my father playing with me. I’m going to say Wizard Chess, just because I’ve had slightly more time playing and knowing it than Ancient Runes.

#i ASSumed that it was runes not ruins #but like ancient ruins? and runes? goldmine #so i kept that in mind #Anonymous #but she really had to Think like i came back to this days later she was like THIS ANSWER IS ACCEPTABLE #headcanons.#i have a lot of personal hcs that rune shit is not just the language in HP it IS but there's more to it #and that she gets more into it as the years go by but i think she'll always be sentimental for chess

vulcansmirk

They say a version of you dies every time your life changes. This, I know to be true. But they don’t talk about the thing that survives – that beats back the odds, weathers the storm, and emerges, gasping, on the other side. They say a version of you dies every time your life changes, and I thought – but no. I should have known. Storm clouds sail away on monsoon winds; the leaves grow back in the spring. A version of me dies each time – once more, again – but this, I should have known. I should have known.

oh, foul-weather friend – s.s. (via vulcansmirk)

#ink.#marcos meadowes.#the 'i should have known' how she feels about her dad how she should've known so much more #how she should've known he was drowning #she just should've known #death mention #grief mention #q.

red or blue

Blue. Who would I be if I didn’t support my one of my houses colors?

#did i purposely try to find a shirt with blue in it #YES #answered meme.#axclecto

Jazz or classical?

Classical. I’m afraid to say no amount of jazz or jazz hands could sway me otherwise.

#me #listening to jazz rn: classical :/#for me its only a lil harder but for dorcas? classical #none of that ryan gosling lalaland bs jazz WFJIFEIJWE #she and jazz #i bet her dad was like! jazz! and did jazz hands and she was like #obliviate me #she's like this should be obvious??????????#but she aint saying anything shady cause!nope!#rodolphuslestranges #answered meme.

marlenemcknncn‌:

Much to her dismay, when Marlene went to try on her robes for the upcoming year she found that they were all at least two sizes to small for her. She hadn’t thought that she’d grown that much in the last year, but alas. Upon arriving at Diagon Alley she immediately headed to Madam Malkin’s to get herself some new uniforms as well as dress robes and a cloak. As per her fathers instructions. The uniforms were simple, purchased almost as quickly as they were tried on. The dress robes were just stupid, she didn’t even know why her Dad wanted her to get a new set. They didn’t have any fancy occasions coming up, but he said that she could never be too prepared.

Marlene was stood looking at the gaudy dress robes that Madam Malkin had put her in. Marlene felt that they made her look like a literal rectangle. As she was inspecting them, she felt a pair of eyes on her back.

‘‘Would you like to take a picture? It’ll last longer!’‘ She said, before spinning around with an angry scowl on her face.

The Mckinnon rage was not something that phased Dorcas, in fact, she was used to some sort of anger being thrown her way -- if she had to pick which one she preferred it was the outward displays. The ones where she knew what, when, why, how she’d angered whoever she had, it was easier to fix when the problem was acknowledged, so Dorcas simply rolled her eyes as she walked over to Marlene, scrutinizing the outfit.

“If I took a picture it’d be BLACKMAIL,” Dorcas said simply, looking at Marlene with a look of ‘you know I love you but you look like the lovechild of a rectangle and Professor Binns with that outfit’. It went without saying, Dorcas was now on a mission.

“Tell me, what did you do to Madam Malkin to get her to hate you so much that your outfit is this boxy? The muggle term nowadays is foxy, not boxy, seems like she’s missed the memo by a letter,” frowning, she crossed her arms over her chest, concentrated on finding a solution to this situation. “I can do some clothing charms on you, though I’m not sure this ensemble can be revived from the grave of ugly from whence it came. Are you looking for dress robes?”

#dorcas reminds me of the dude from devil wears prada in this #nigel aka stanley tucci's character FWEJIJF #marlene mckinnon: 001.#interaction: marlene mckinnon.#interactions.#event: diagon alley eleganza extravaganza.

schneidersss-deactivated2016010

#heavy is the head.#q.

loyalty or morality

Morality is ... admirable. But subjective. Loyalty is absolute. Loyalty.

#loyalty loyalty LOYALTY #answered meme.#too bad she half lyin #tho loyalty DOES mean more to her than morality #morality nags at her #gnaws on her insides #Anonymous

antigonick

Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via oktobrist)

#ink.#q.

Gold and silver

Silver in general. But I love gold accents as well as mending some objects with gold.

#she's having so much pretending this is some witch weekly interview LMAO #answered meme.#Anonymous

Your mother not ever drinking or getting one more month with your father?

Had Dorcas Meadowes ever been loved by her mother? Truly loved? Given a hug not based on merit but because when you love someone so much you just can’t help but to physically cherish them, their existence, to express it in physical touch. Had she ever given her daughter a kiss on the cheek before bed, wishing her sweet dreams, reading bedtime story upon bed time story until her imagination was quelled into a sleep filled with dreams & technicolor fantasies?

( Dorcas doesn’t dream anymore. If it’s not a dark sleep, it’s a scene. It’s a flashback. It’s the coroners report. Her father’s casket buried into the ground. Bottles of Merlot broken upon marble floors – was his blood that red too when he passed? It’s question after question, It’s maze after maze. Dorcas doesn’t dream anymore. )

Had her mother ever made her laugh so hard her mascara smudged, had she ever ever spent hours upon hours playing chess with her? Had they read in their library in tandem, sitting in a comfortable silence for hours on end? Had they ever sat on the balcony in their villa at Lake Como and talked about the world, about the stars ( she never listened or cared much about them but when Marcos talked about the stars, about anything, you listened ). Had she ever gone to Paris with her and serenaded her on the tip top of the Eiffel tower? Had her mother spent hours answering every question Dorcas ever had? Had she run through the streets of Rome with her, flown on a broomstick at night around the Colosseum ( What fun would being a wizard be if we can’t break into muggle monuments, my Doe? ). Had she jumped in the turquoise waters of Santorini and spoken extremely horrible Greek with a tired Dorcas carried on her shoulders?

Had she ever helped her when it wasn’t in her best interest to do so? Had she ever let her daughter have the option of being ANYTHING but her own personal Atlas?

( Her mother spent hours lost in booze, lost in anger, in a rage that Dorcas could understand, could feel herself some days but with a Sterling Silver Role Model like her mother she vowed to never ever be like her. Her children would never know their mother blacked out, slurred speech, screaming, her children would only know chess, kindness, laughter, charms & gentleness – this she VOWS. )

Dorcas wishes she could’ve lightened the load he felt, she hopes, she dreams knows that having just one month with him she could finally understand why he did what he did, why he left her, why she wasn’t enough to tie him to this Earth for even a few years more when they both could’ve made their escape? Didn’t he know she’d follow him to the ends of the Earth, didn’t he know he was her world, her stars, her sky, her ocean? If she had told him more, if only she had written him more letters. It kept her up at night, thinking of why she wasn’t enough and what more she could’ve done because when she looked back, she knew there was always so much more she could’ve been & done for him, Dorcas wondered too – did he know something she didn’t about leaving this society? Was she forever trapped like him, was death the only way out, was that why he did it? Why, why, why, she made herself sick with the why but that wasn’t as important as the gift that having one more month with him would be. Maybe, with their minds combined – she could bring him back. Permanently.

( At least with a month she could let him know she loved him, she’d go to the ends of the world with & for him, that he was so so loved by her, that at least if she could only have one month, if life was to be even more cruel than it already had been by giving her so much yet so little time, Dorcas could let her father know he was loved. Some people would be angry, sure, she was angry, but not at him. At everyone else around him. At his wife, her mother, but Merlin, he was loved. That would be enough. )

“One month with him. That’s all I need.”

Lie. She needed FOREVER.

#rodolphuslestranges #i was ...emotional today #for no reason so iw as like! why not!#alcoholism tw #death tw #suicide mention #abuse mention #can yall i had too much time on my hands with some of this formatting #me painting a pretentious picture ur honor!#writing like i got vertigo!#headcanons.#answered meme.

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