it's just a game

Dory Meadowes. Never call me Dorcas or you'll get hexed right into tomorrow. Always looking for a new "play mate". Order member, former Gryffindor, powerful duelist, fearless fighter. Can't take my opinion? Too bad. The Order is all I have, and I will fight this War with them. 'Course, I suggest we just throw a party but no one ever seems to wants to.

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And everyday I’m learning about you The things that no one else sees And the end comes too soon Like dreaming of angels

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And with words unspoken A silent devotion I know you know what I mean And the end is unknown But I think I’m ready As long as you’re with me

Angels - The XX. (via trying-hard-ok)

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OOC

I'm tearing up while typing this. So this is goodbye. You guys have no idea how much you all mean to me. PBK and Sar have been the first people ever to accept my first ever Tumblr RP application. This RP basically took my Tumblr RP virginity. You will always have a special place in my heart, guys. It was a great experience being your Dory and I will forever hold the people in this RP in my heart. No one can compare to our great cast, no matter what happens. I am always free to chat with you guys, and you can always contact me in my roleplaying account, firebeatsroses-1x1 Until the next time we meet, guys. I'm keeping this account as an archive account. Because I can't bear to delete all the happy memories and amazing sotires I have made with you guys. Honestly, you've all helped me with my writing. And I will forever be thankful to the IYS family for that. Always, Danielle

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Why do you suppose Blood Prejudice exists as strongly as it does? What sets you apart from the Pure-Bloods you know aside from your birth? Have you ever wished you were born a Pure-Blood? Why or why not?

People like being better than everyone else. They want to be set apart, and they want to know who are the people below them so they can step on them and feel better about themselves. That's where all the prejudice comes from. I'd like to think I'm different from them because I don't judge people on something they can't control like what blood their parents came from. I judge on actions and morals, not something so shallow as blood. I have never wished myself to be a Pure-blood. I'm happy with who I am. And whoever I am won't change whether or not my blood is from magical parents, non-magical parents or a mixture of both. Wishing to be a pureblood is a waste of time.

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Having A Drink

Sirius Black - Salty Dog

A mixture of vodka and grapefruit juice, the fruity taste blends well with the salty rim. Sirius is the type of fun person whose personality many people can enjoy. Also, the name is salty dog. I mean, come on. Dog

Amelia Bones - Death In the Afternoon

Invented by Ernest Hemingway, this drink is known for its decadence as well as strength. Amelia is the type of person who is elegant and whose company you can surely enjoy, but she is also strong-willed.

Emmeline Vance - Tequila Sunrise

The drink is very interesting, not only to look at but also the taste. Emmeline captures the attention of many even when she doesn't try to. The woman is just very interesting.

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If you could hold on to just one memory from your life forever, what would that be?

That time I received my Hogwarts Acceptance Letter. I know, it's childish and cliche but that was the first time I ever felt truly happy in my life. I was miserable growing up. My father was a drunk, my mother left, and I was left to take care of myself. So to just be a kid and do what normal(well, normal in the magical sense) kids do and get an education, learn how to wave a wand, really grow up. That letter gave me all that hope. I'll hold on to that one forever.

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March 18, 1979 | James Potter & the Order

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Remus sat a distance away from Sirius. While it wouldn’t have been odd to see them sitting next to each other at Order meetings, Remus picked this spot mostly out of respect for the Potter residence. James had done a lot for him in their years together as friends and now he was letting the Order – one of the only things that seemed to give Remus purpose in life after school – use one of his many houses to gather. He was no longer angry with James for his reaction on his birthday, but knew it would not be helpful if James even thought he was remotely showing off Sirius and his relationship. They were here to stop the war – and nothing else.

He kept his eyes downcast at the speculations of the Death Eater, only looking up to glance quickly at Sirius’ reaction to Regulus, and did not even watch as Marlene nervously discussed her incident. It wasn’t until she finished her statement that he grew wary. Severus Snape. Of course, from Remus’ meeting with him earlier that day, he knew that Marlene’s theory was correct. Resisting the urge to sigh quietly, he chose his words carefully. He did not look at Lily as he spoke. “While speculation can help us greatly,” he said, his voice calm and without judgment. “It can also bring on more questions and deter us from what we actually need – facts. As for Severus Snape, for what reason do you believe he was behind your attack, Marlene? I am not trying to diminish it or throw out the notion, but we do need to make sure we are proceeding with caution.”

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Sirius had come into the meeting with a bit of a energetic hope, excited to see James leading the whole thing.  He, obviously, liked James style of leading, hoping that the meetings might get even more funnier and interesting than usual. Sirius needed it, he reasoned, the nightmare from the night, his conversation with Arabella still tickling the back of his head. The time had come that the Order should know about his (former) brother, and that troubled him more than he really wished it would, more than he cared to admit.

Sirius hadn’t expected Lily to be the one bringing Regulus up, her apologizing gaze towards him making him bite his jaws together, pushing himself back to lean his back against the chair’s back. And Remus too, looked at him, and Sirius needed no pity or sympathy for a brother that wasn’t his any longer, for the wrongness they’re fighting.“‘Course Regulus is a bloody Death Eater! Like the rest of the lot. The Lestrange’s, Malfoy”. Sirius leaned forward, resting his arms against the table. “He is one of them”, Sirius said once more, feeling the need to show that he could give up his family, that he wasn’t associated with them as some of them seemed to believe. “I didn’t get a clear confession from Regulus, but yeah”, Sirius shrugged his shoulders, turned his gaze back at Remus, the one who had told him about his brother, gaze a bit colder than usual, raising his eyebrows to challenge Remus to spill the rest of the information. “As for Rosier, pfht. Really? That bloke? Uh, no. Sni-Snape on the other hand, it’s bloody well obvious. He’s best mates with Malfoy, had his nose in the Dark Arts since way back”, he added his agreement with Peter and Marlene, ignoring Remus’ careful, rational take on their enemy. “He’s been digging himself a deep grave.”

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Ara had remained silent since the beginning of the Order meeting. ‘As you all know, I am a Squib. This means that a majority of my work is undercover, and as such, no Death Eaters have overtly revealed themselves to me. That should, essentially, make me a mere listener.’ Clasping her hands together, she continued, ‘However, I can remind all of you to remain unbiased.’ She looked pointedly at Sirius, though not with a touch of sympathy. Arabella liked to think that his night terrors may have affected his ability to control himself. ‘We shouldn’t be too quick to dismiss Rosier or implicate Snape.’ 

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Dory looked around at her companions as they spoke, shaking her head as she put her elbows on the table and rubbed her temples with her knuckles. This was real, then. They were actually starting to call out the people they suspected. She'd dreaded saying one name, just because she didn't want Sirius to hate her for suggesting it. But she looked up as Sirius insisted he thought Regulus was a spy.

Dory sighed, "I have been getting suspicious of Regulus lately." She threw an apologetic look at Sirius before continuing, "And I'd bet my soul that the Lestranges are Death Eaters. They have to be. The first time I met both of them, they were incredibly hostile and aggressive. And Rodolphus was there when the children disappeared." She kept her mout shut on how the children got rescued. She made a promise. She would keep it.

"As for Rosier, I dunno. The man is too self-centered to care much about the world around him, whether he cares if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is defeated or not, much less support him... He's too busy with his own personal problems to think about that, I think."

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Today's World: Smoking Lies

Dory has had enough. Too many people have lied. To one another, to her, to themselves. In the world of War today, was anyone to trust? Can you still believe what people have to say when they breathe out lies as easily as breathing out smoke? And the consequences are the same. Innocent people are affected and put in danger. The worst part about it was that some people lied thinking it would make everything better. They never stop to think that lying to ease the pain, to numb the nervousness of telling the truth will only cause more harm than good. They might enjoy doing it at the present time, but sooner or later, their lies will come back to haun them. It's why she could never lie. At least she tries not to. Sure, she's lied about not sneaking out during curfew, or not kissing that boy in that deserted corridor but in their world, where trust is a vital thing to keeping allies strong, could they really afford to lie? Damn that Frank Longbottom for forcing her to do it. She had promised she'd keep her mouth shut, but if keeping their secret would turn on her and bite her ass, it would be on him.

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Diary: Tombstone

Dear Diary, It's happened. I can't believe it. I'm a failure. They just came out of nowhere and ambushed me. If I were less quick, they would have gotten me for sure. But I'm not supposed to matter. I wasn't supposed to survive and fail. Oh, God. I can't go back to Dumbledore and repeat what happened. I won't bear it. It's too much. He's dead. My useless father, dead. Killed by those fucking Death Eaters. Just when I was ready to reconnect with him. They must have followed me to his flat and then... And then... It was a blur. I remember both of us taking out our wands. I remember the spells we sent and the spells that were sent towards us. I remember the bright green light, and my father pushing me out of the way. And he fell. His arms were out and his eyes were closed. He knew it was coming. He saved my life. My stupid, useless father. He died for me. And all the time I've been complaining about him, and hating him, and not talking to him. I don't even know how I managed to get myself out of there. My mind went black. I remember their laugh, and I remember hexing them and them choking. But that's it. The next thing I know, I've Apparated back home. And I wrote here. It hurts, Diary. I feel as though someone is squeezing my heart, and it feels ready to burst but it doesn't happen and I'm left with the agony of it all. And the emptiness I wish Caradoc was here now. I wish he'd wrap his arms around me and make everything better. But I know that nothing will make the pain go away. Not for a while. - Dory

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My List

my bucket list

1. Use a Muggle device without destroying it.

2. Travel around the world without using magic.

3. Actually sit through and read a classic book without falling asleep.

4. Take a body shot with a famous witch or wizard.

5. Meet my mother.

my regrets

1. Losing my virginity when I was fifteen to that bloke whose name I can't remember.

2. Taking five shots of gin in one night. I especially regretted it the morning after.

3. Not having enough guts to try and break into the Slytherin Common Room to put Dungbombs in their beds.

4. Not being able to keep the Prime Minister alive.

5. Not killing the two Death Eaters that killed him and my unborn baby.

what's on my kitchen counter

1. Dirty dishes.

2. Owl food.

3. A coffee cup with a broken off handle.

what's on my nightstand

1. A lamp.

2. Keys to my house.

3. Letters that I've received.

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Long Walks On The Beach

Confident, sexy and independent woman looking for a partner who has a sense of adventure and can keep up with an active witch. Must have a sense of humor. Must not be a boring pushover who will say 'yes' just because he thinks it's the right thing to say or 'no' because he is scared.

Must not be afraid of heights or accidentally Apparating to a foreign country. However, he may not be suicidal. That's just extra baggage. Must have his own home, without his parents as that would be quite embarassing to have them around, istening when they're having sex. Must not expect sex on the first date, though.

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I have so much work to catch up on.

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I feel kinda bad for me, in all honesty. Maybe once everything settles down a bit, you could introduce me to some more of these less annoying people.

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Well, Regulus Black is quite annoying, but he does know how to have a good time. You're in the same year, perhaps you know him. He'd certainly be better company than those dreadful homework of yours.

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do you know that caradoc wants bellatrix lestrange. he met up with her and told her he wants her

These rumors are getting ridiculous. We're not even...you know, officially together yet. We just started out trying to pursue our relationship to another level. I don't know why the hell I have to be told who he's attracted to and shit.

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vance was told to take care of you for him. scared?

I don't need anyone to take care of me, thanks very much.

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did you like the taste of evan's balls on your toothbrush?

What the hell does that even mean--? Ohhhh. Oh that toothbrush! That's why it tasted weird. Oh, Merlin, Rosier, what the actual fuck? Ugh. I got rid of that as soon as I could, thank God.