i fill the world with kindness.

「 DORCAS ANDROMACHE MEADOWES 」 sixteen; sixth year; hufflepuff. herbology club, slug club, duelling club.

[dorcasamonglykos]

imnotjamespotter:

James was deeply concerned, never before had he seen Dorcas crumble like the way she had in class. The Boggart before her transforming into something ordinary to James, a man, quite atypical compared to the bizarre parade of clowns, spiders, and snakes the class had witnessed until then. Perfectly boring fears. Perfectly conquerable. He noticed she was unable to collect herself, immediately rushing out before he could even process what was happening. Without even missing a beat, James was several steps behind her, not caring about the frazzled professor they were leaving behind. When he found her, she was curled behind a tapestry, fear still glimmering in her eyes. “Oh,” James responded, taken by surprise by her answer. “That’s… Heavy stuff, Do,” he told her softly, crouching down beside her and wrapping an arm around her. “But listen, it’s not, real. It’s all make believe, that’s what those little buggers do. They just mess with your head, yeah?” he told her softly, rummaging in his pocket for a handkerchief to offer her. “I’m sure your dad’s fine. He’s probably perched up at home behind a newspaper, drinking his afternoon tea, wondering how his blonde genius is doing at school,” James consoled, giving her shoulders squeeze.  

Dorcas always tried her hardest to remain as happy as possible. From thinking about all the things that she and Emmeline would do, to all the pranks that she’d sat by and watched the Marauders conduct, to all the times of laughter and tear inducing happiness. It’d just been one sight too many, as she took in the sight of her family, the way they had been that night, the way they would be today, if they had lived this long, if they had brought her up the way that they should’ve. She had to get out, to get away. To stay away, until she could keep her emotions in check, and not explode with the force of a hurricane whenever someone so much as talked to her. The sight of James wasn’t unwelcome - he never was - especially not after he declared her an honorary Marauder, with a Burger King crown that he’d somehow managed to save. She quietly sniffled, stifling out a cold, emotionless laugh. “Yeah. Heavy stuff.” The simple way he worded it was another clue that she’d never told him. That she’d never tinged their friendship with her sorrow, with the burden she’d been carrying for as long as she’d known who she was. She leaned her head against the cobbled wall, taking the handkerchief he offered to her, feeling the familiar strength fade away until she was weak. Weak, and feeling so alone. “It’s... It’s not always make believe, James. I wish it were. I wish it always was. Sometimes... Sometimes, they remind you of things that’ve already happened. Things that you’re terrified of repeating itself, things that you don’t want to remember because it’s terrifying, because it scares you more than anything else. To know that you’re alone.” She choked back a sob, dropping her head as she covered her eyes. The grind of sadness that clung to her bones was back in full force and she felt like a coward for not facing him. “He’s not fine. He’s not at home. He’s gone. He’s dead, James. He died before he even learned anything about this place. Just like mum. Just like Jase. Just like I should be, but I’m not, I survived and I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t save them, James. My - my magic - it was useless, even though we knew about it, it couldn’t - it couldn’t save them. When I needed to succeed, I failed them. Oh, God, Jase. I should’ve - James, I should’ve saved them -”

[dorcasamonglykos]

imnotjamespotter:

“Must you even ask, blondie? You should have fetched us a blanket ages ago! I’m bloody freezing. It’s bad enough we’ve been banished from the floor, but these greedy gits couldn’t even give us a blanket? Honestly just disrespectful,” James complained in a half whisper, gesturing around to their friends who were already lost to slumber. He shifted slightly, resting his cheek on Dorcas’ head as his eyes were directed to the fire as well. Well, the lack of fire, really. In the midst of their games of the evening, no one had remembered to charm the fire. Lucky James, lucky Dorcas. “D’you think we could charm some of these sods off the couch and steal one for ourselves? Because honestly, I think we’re the most deserving of a couch. We did win charades, both bloody times! We’re champions, for Merlin’s sake.”

“Shut up, J.” Doe stuck out her tongue, before grinning. “Outright disrespect in my book. They deserve to have their blanket ripped from them.” Dorcas giggled, glancing up and sideways as she pondered where the blanket would come from. She whispered beneath her breath as she flicked her wand just so, “Accio blanket!” The strange sensation of magic pouring from her wand, as if it was pouring from her own hand, centered her for a moment and she felt the overwhelming tide of gratefulness start up again. She was lucky to have each and every one of these people in the common room with her, at her side. Her legs were drawn up as close as they could without barring the human contact she so craved, the warm presence James brought bringing her back to reality. “Probably. I doubt Sirius and Pete’d notice, honestly. That’s right. We’re the true champions, the ones that really do deserve a warm, comfy sofa instead of this slightly scratchy rug.”

[dorcasamonglykos]

emmelimes:

Emmeline’s face scrunched up at the thought of it. James in thigh highs, Sirius in a crop top of some sort, Remus is shorts far too short, and Peter in something lacey. Her brain could only take so much imagery before a fit of laughter was emitted from her as well, flopping further into Doe’s side. “Oh gosh! How lucky Minnie is. Her eyes get to spared from the absolute madness that is those boys on Halloween. If only we should be so lucky,” she joked, biting at her lip. “I’m actually quite nervous for what they have in store. They’re bloody bonkers.”

Dorcas felt the ripple of uncontrollable laughter before she could stop it spluttering from her lips. She couldn’t help but picture them trying their outfits on and critiqueing them for one another, as if it was a perfectly normal occurrence, treating Halloween like the event it was sure to be. “What colours do you think they’ll have picked?” She spoke through her laughter, unable to help the persistent thought that Sirius would insist that they all dressed in red, or some combination of red and gold. “She’ll hear about it, though. Probably word of mouth. I don’t think Lily’ll shut up about it, what a horrid experience it’ll be.” She grinned, nestling into Emmeline’s side. “That they are, but they always know how to put on a show. Wonder if Sirius’ll make it, like, a burlesque performance.”

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“finding places to cuddle in would be a lot easier if we were at the same house.” @dorcasamonglykos

They were in their usual predicament, squashed together in Emmeline’s twin-sized. They typically traded off being the little spoon, and today it was Emme’s turn to be the big spoon. Not that she particularly minded being entangled with her favorite human being in the entire world, big spoon or little spoon. “I know, but we still manage to smuggle each other into each others dorms on a weekly basis… Thank Merlin we’re friends with students in charge and get by,” she added with a grin, propping her head up in her hand. She reached over to softly tug on a lock of Dorcas’, “Are you spending the night, goldilocks? We could do face masks and read poetry together?” she stated excitedly, sitting up slightly. “Please, please, please? I miss you enormously, even if you’re right here. I already anticipate missing you.”

[dorcasamonglykos]

Dorcas hadn’t stopped smiling since they’d crawled into bed - they sometimes took it in turns as to which dorm they presided in, but it was usually Emmeline’s, probably because nobody really cared when they found Dorcas nestled amongst the blankets. Her hands rested on the arms Emmeline had around her, eyes half-closed as she revelled in the warm and pure companionship that Emmeline offered, no holds barred. “I am one of the students in charge,” Her nose wrinkled as she smiled. “Good thing Lily doesn’t mind, really. I doubt that James’d ever tell me to stop showing my face ‘round here, either.” Her sigh is filled with warmth, warmth that surges to her fingertips, tracing shapes that feel like the caress of an open flame. “Of course, Ems.” Twisting her head slightly over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Emmeline’s excited smile, she half-melted, her lips already curved into a grin. “Poetry and face masks sounds great.” Her laughter rings out at how impossible Emmeline’s words are, but she feels it, already, that slightly dull ache of missing Emmeline, even when she’s right there, when there’s no possibility of anything taking them away from each other. “You’ve got me. I miss you, I miss you, too.”

[melidukes]

Chocolate

[dorcasamonglykos]

melidukes:

“I am, apparently they bathe you in chocolate and let you simmer until you are relaxed. So is chocolate instead of water. Sad part; you can’t eat it. Though right?”

“It’s such a shame that you can’t eat it. Although, that would be a lil’ bit disgusting. But, still! It’s such a cool idea. I wonder how much it costs. I can’t imagine it’ll be cheap, really...”

[dorcasamonglykos]

Anonymous said: “ who was the guy your boggart turned into? ” - @imnotjamespotter

Dorcas fell silent as she tugged on the sleeves of her sweater, staring at the floor next to James’s feet. He’d been the first to find her after she’d ran from the classroom after getting rid of the Boggart in the Defence classroom, having found her behind one of the tapestries where there was a hidey-hole. She swallowed, her knees drawn up and her feet leaning against the opposite wall. “That was my dad,” Her voice shakes, like a leaf in the wind, and she sighs softly as James shuffles closer to her, offering her his shoulder. Her Boggart had been her family and friends, strewn across the floor, haphazardly.  

[dorcasamonglykos]

@emmelimes said: “ don’t look at me like that, i’m just trying to steal your body heat. it’s cold down here, okay? ”

“It’s freezing,” Doe mumbled underneath her breath as she drew the blanket out of her bag and tugged it over the two of them, as she lowered herself to the floor her gaze flitting from Emmeline and where they were now pressed against one another to the floor they were curled on with a grin on her face. The Astronomy Tower was one of their less visited spots, their names were carved into one of the ridges they were leaning their heads against. “Can you still see?” Her voice is gentle as she curls closer, her head half-resting on Em’s shoulder.

[dailypawnee]

[imaparrot]

[phoebebufay]

[dorcasamonglykos]

@emmelimes​

[dorcasamonglykos]

@saltnnectar said: “ do you think a dog animagi could have puppies? ”

“I don’t know. I doubt it, ‘cause they’re still human, but it’d be interesting to actually find out. ‘M sure McGonagall has a book ‘bout it, somewhere, considerin’ she’ll probably have been asked the same question about kittens. It’d be adorable, though.”

[dorcasamonglykos]

Anonymous said: “ don’t look at me like that, i’m just trying to steal your body heat. it’s cold down here, okay? ” - @imnotjamespotter 

Doe shifted her head with a grin, from where it’d fallen on James’s chest. “Shush, J,” she let out a soft laugh through her tiredness as she nudged him with her elbow and the words fell from her lips. “I’m not lookin’ at you like anythin’. I’m just wondering who had the bright idea to throw whatever they threw in the fire...” She let her eyes close as she waited for his response, her hand absentmindedly tapping thrice (for I love you) on Emmeline’s leg as it dangled off the sofa Doe and James were on the floor next to, where she’d fallen asleep with Remus. The others were strewn around the same area, the three sofas covered in people until Doe and James had relegated themselves to the floor. “Should I Accio a blanket?”

[dorcasamonglykos]

@emmelimes said: “ of course i’m fine. i mean, who wouldn’t want to be told they’re going to have a painful, grim death, on their first divination class? ”

“I'm with you on that front. Imagine being told you’re never going to accomplish anything. That was my first reading.” Doe grinned before she twisted around, her face dropping into seriousness for a few seconds. “I’ll never let that happen, anyway. You’ll be stuck with me forever.”

[scptimav-blog]

Septima was sat in the astronomy tower. Her legs dangled off the edge of one of the large window sills as she watched the sun set and sky change to different hues of red, purple, and pink. When she heard the echoing of steps she kept her focus on the sky and spoke “My mum used to say sunsets were proof that even terrible days can end beautifully.” She turned he body to face the other “Now I don’t know if I believe that load of bollocks but it’s beautiful don’t you think?”

[dorcasamonglykos]

Doe hadn’t been up to the Astronomy tower in a long while - she’d dropped the subject a year earlier, despite a love for the stars and all they represented. She sat, cross-legged, next to Septima as she kept her eyes trained on the sunset and the kaleidoscope of colours. Her lips stayed curved up into a smile at Septima’s words. “My aunt loves the sunset. Takes any excuse to sit outside, to be able to watch it. She used to try and point out where she thought the constellations would be that night.” She laughs quietly, nodding slightly at Septima being unsure about believing it. “It’s a beautiful thought.”

[melidukes]

Chocolate

“I hear there’s a chocolate bath in Switzerland, doesn’t it sound amazing?”

[dorcasamonglykos]

“Are you serious? That sounds like a dream. I wonder how it actually works, though. Is the bath made of chocolate, or is it just chocolate instead of water?”

[dorcasamonglykos]

emmelimes:

Emmeline felt a giggle bubble up in her throat, slipping out as Dorcas bumped her hip against Em’s. “Well, in that case I reckon this Halloween could shape up to be fairly memorable, no? A Halloween of equality. The feminist in me is content, whereas the hormonal teenager in me is intrigued,” she joked, laughing further at the thought of the Marauders in a horrible cliché, slutty matching get-up.

Dorcas grinned, running a hand through her hair to keep it out of her eyes as she thought on it. “I mean, it’d certainly be something. I’m not quite sure if memorable’s the word we’re lookin’ for. I know McGonagall’d be relieved she’s going to miss whatever show the boys are going to put on.” The thought of the Marauders in a slutty get-up was almost too much, and she very nearly crumbled into a fit of laughter so intense she’d cry as she smiled. “I can only imagine the Instagrams. They’d go viral, over night.”