where the wild things are

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themollywobblxsworld‌:

it was always nice to see a familiar face. it seemed she rarely saw anyone anymore because she was always so busy with her kids and with the current climate, she didn’t want to put her kids in any more danger than they already were. “can you take this guy?” she asked to dorcas’ question. “he’s a little squirmy,” she added as she laughed.

dorcas reached out to take the redheaded ball of mischief into her arms. she still wasn’t particularly practiced at being around children, but being with the weasley’s was like immersion therapy. it was hard not to get a little bit better at it. “how have you been?” she asked, thinking about the article she’d read about the most recent attack. “how’s arthur?”

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nvrcissasm‌:

Narcissa hadn’t realised that anyone had approached her until she heard a voice coming over the pages of the book in her hand. Her fingers curling over the page she was reading to keep her place, she glanced up at the other witch. “Oh, you’re not intruding.” she replied with a small shake of her head. “Was there something that you were needing past me for?”

narcissa had always been a bit of a quandary. while she certainly adhered to the boorish pureblooded beliefs that were steeped in her society, she had always been a bit more polite than the others when it came to dorcas’s presence amongst them. maybe that was just because she didn’t outright degrade her, though. “oh, well, yes and no. I was actually coming to this spot to read.”

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stcyinalive‌:

“You know exactly what’s going on.”

“I promise you, I have no idea what’s going on. so this is going to be a very one-sided conversation unless you clue me in.”

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goodbyegiirl‌:

“Well that’s true. It wasn’t the most interesting subject that they ever taught there.” She admitted, with a shrug. She ordered herself a vanilla ice cream cone and walked out to sit with Dorcas. “I’m brilliant when it comes to book smarts. I’m terrible when it comes to being smart on the streets of life.” She insisted, with a shake of her head. “So what are you wanting to know?”

“I would argue that it was tied for most boring, actually. right up there with ancient runes- the snorefest.” albeit some classes were more boring than either subject thanks to the professor that taught them, but she was basing this on content alone. “well, luckily I have another teacher for the streets so I will only rely on you for books.” dorcas carefully unfolded a piece of parchment from her pocket and produced a small leather-bound book from her bag. “here. look at this problem. I got the equation to balance, but I’m trying to apply it to this spell.” she pointed to a large chunk of text near the end of the book.

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imnctinlove‌:

“That was one time that I said that.” He insisted, with a shake of his head. “I definitely didn’t say that ten minutes ago. Are you sure I said that ten minutes ago?”

“I thought that I was sure that you said that ten minutes ago, but now that you’re not sure, I’m beginning to doubt what I thought I heard.” dorcas said, narrowing her eyes. “did you not say it? I’m confused.”

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luciusxmalfoy‌:

“Most people would disagree with you. So there’s that.”

“but see that’s you saying so and, really, that’s an unreliable source. you’ve been known to have an over-inflated sense of self-worth.”

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mrlenesmck‌:

✴︎ ⎯⎯  “ If I drink three coffees but nobody’s there to watch me drink the fourth and fifth, do I have a serious caffeine problem or am I just, you know, like any other Ministry employee living on no sleep and less pay than they probably deserve in these times? ” Marlene mused aloud, her question rhetorical as she glanced to the other standing close to her. Some days it felt like coffee was the thing running through her veins, not blood, and it surprised her that with every accidental prick of her quill, blood would be drawn forth instead of the murky brown liquid that seemed to be all she consumed these days. 

as embarrassing as it was to admit, dorcas had certainly dozed off at some point during her and marlene’s conversation. which was only made more ridiculous due to the fact that she was standing. suffice to say, the auror program was running them ragged. her head perked up. “there’s more coffee?” she asked a bit sluggishly. “can you get me a cup? lots of sugar. lots of cream. make it barely coffee. and also maybe a blanket and pillow.”

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ofambxtion‌:

Mabel’s eyes widened in surprise and then she let out a tiny squeak of laughter. “Maybe I should have been more specific.” Oh well. “Sorry. Uh, maybe there’s a lost and found? We could drop this off and search there.”

the bracelet looked nice- much nicer than anything dorcas could afford to own on her own. it was more like something she would have seen in her gran’s jewelry box. “do you know where the lost and found is?” dorcas had never asked for it before. “and do you think that this will be safe there?”

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themollywobblxsworld‌:

hearing dorcas’ familiar voice, molly relaxed ever so slightly. she hadn’t realized she had tensed up until she had known for sure it wasn’t someone who wanted to do her or her family harm. she pushed the twin she had on her hip up ever so slightly as she grabbed another kitchen utensil and put it back where it was supposed to go. sure, she could have set them to put themselves away by themselves, but sometimes she liked to do it the muggle way because it relaxed her.

she laughed when she heard dorcas swear. it wasn’t anything her kids hadn’t heard from her own mouth. she knew she had the mouth of a sailor and as much as she tried to fight it because her kids often repeated what she said, it occasionally slipped out. “yeah, i’m in the kitchen.” her boys immediately unwrapped their lollipops and stuck it in their mouths. they both mumbled their thank yous happily. 

there was such an unacknowledged peace in this house. it was warm and always smelled like a bakery. this was what she wanted to fight for, homes like this. she crossed the hall and eased into the kitchen. molly looked, well, a bit frazzled, but who could ask for an un-frazzled mum? “mornin’ molls.” dorcas said with a smile. “I was just in the neighborhood. need a hand with anything?”

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themxgglebrn‌:

—- “If we can catch him. He’s rarely sitting still in his portrait,” Lily chuckled. “Mm, a run to the record store or do you want to see what’s playing at the Cinema?”

“I actually think I’ve only seen him in that portrait once.” helga or rowena, you could catch almost any time of day. salazar and godric, however, had always been a different story. “I am always ready to go to the record store, but let’s do more than a movie. let’s go out out. let’s go to the roller rink and also the pub.”

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themollywobblxsworld‌:

molly had no idea what she was getting into when the healer told her she was pregnant with twins. she hadn’t been expecting to jump up from three kids to five kids in a matter of nine months, but did anyone? as unprepared as she might have been, she loved the controlled chaos that consisted of the weasley household. she loved having five small feet pit pattering around the house at all hours of the day. and as much as she didn’t like not getting a ton of sleep at night, waking up to their little faces, asking if they can sleep with her or that they’re scared, it made up for itself. she always wanted a big family and a big family she got.

when molly heard cries of happiness from her kids, she looked out of the doorframe of the kitchen and called out to the kids, “who is it?” she knew that if it were someone that shouldn’t be there, her kids wouldn’t be so happy.

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dorcas had always had a soft spot for molly prewett, well, molly weasley. growing up, she’d been one of the few sources of hope for young dorcas. equally entrenched in the pureblooded society that they so obviously did not belong to, dorcas found respite in molly’s guidance and company, and her gran couldn’t say a word since molly’s blood was ‘purer’ than dorcas’s. she’d even had family that married into the black family. it worked out well for her. now, her house was always running over with babies and toddlers and kids. dorcas had no idea how to interact with children, but she certainly enjoyed the little red-headed tykes. they were a sharp contrast to her solitude childhood.

dorcas handed a lollipop to both bill and charlie as she came to the door, giving them a wink to let them know to keep the sweets a hidden treat between them. “our secret.” she whispered with a grin before picking up the little charlie whose outstretched hands reached up to her. “it’s me!” she called back immediately stubbing her toe on a rocking horse. “ow, shit! I mean-” her eyes widened in the slight panic of hoping you didn’t just impart a bad habit. “shoot.” she finished lamely. “where are you? kitchen?”

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themxgglebrn‌:

—- “I personally think he’d be rather proud of that pun,” Lily managed a small smile. “I like to think so.”

“we’ll have to ask his portrait if we ever get the chance.” dorcas shook her head. “this is pathetic. we’re terrified, it’s terrifying out there, but let’s go out and do something tonight.”

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themxgglebrn‌:

j. potter‌

dark and stormy nights were no time to spend outside, but being a full moon, things were different. despite the weather, james and the boys had to make sure that remus was safe and well looked after. the night had been going like any other full moon evening; each of the men in their animagus form, staying close to remus, keeping him away from the city, until a small tragedy occurred. 

james had lost his focus sometime around 2 am, transforming from the stag form that he took back to human form, and before he was able to transform back, remus had lost control, swiping him good, leaving torn skin and blood in its wake. his entire body trembled from the intense pain as his legs gave out from under him, his hand moving to his arm and then his side in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. 

he knew that he wasn’t safe staying here with the rest of the group. he knew that he couldn’t retake his stag form when he was injured, barely able to focus. going to saint mungo’s was out of the question, as was any other care facility. after a moment of quick thinking, james knew exactly where he had to go. he knew that he was taking a risk, but there was no other way to get out of there quickly. he closed his eyes, focusing all of his attention on lily and dorcas’s flat before his body apparated from his place in the woods to their front door. he stumbled as he reappeared, his body slumping against the door, smearing blood on it as he lifted his good hand to knock on the door, his fingers unable to even curl into a complete fist. 

“lils, doe, open up,” he yelled out, using all of his strength just to keep himself steady on his feet as he slammed the palm of his hand against the door once again and again, hoping that they would hear him and answer before he lost consciousness. 

—- Lily enjoyed storms. She always had. Petunia always hid from them while Lily sat by the window sill from the comforts of the home that her parents provided and watched as the clouds battled around outside. Even now, Lily had drifted off as her forehead pressed against the pane of glass while she was perched on the cushioned window seat that she and Dorcas had fashioned for their flat. She had an open book in her lap and her television was still left on casting long shadows in the dark living room. 

—- At the sound of the knock, Lily jolted up in groggy awareness unsure of what time it was or which day. She rubbed her eyes and let out a soft yawn as her brain struggled to comprehend what was going on. Then, James’ voice through her front door pulled her out of her exhaustion and she sat up straight. What was bloody going on?

—- Scrambling to her feet, the book in her lap dropped to the floor and was forgotten as Lily made her way to the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open only for her eyes to grow wide. “Bloody hell,” she breathed out as she reached out to help him inside and made sure that she didn’t do more harm as she shut the door behind them. “What happened?” // @dorcasdorkass​ @mssrprvngs​

it wasn’t uncommon to find dorcas in her room with several texts surrounding her that varied from modern charms to ancient runes. her wand was never far from her grasp as she prepared to practice the more complicated magics. of course, she just asked lily anything regarding potions. her roommate was far superior in that regard. training had been particularly brutal that morning, so dorcas hadn’t intended to stay up very late working. however, she’d never been good at pausing. more often than not, dorcas couldn’t remember going to bed.

a thunk from down the hall pulled her out of the middle of a paragraph about the origin of dementors. lily must have finally fallen asleep and lost hold of her book. dorcas returned to the sentence when she heard the door open. well, that was certainly unusual- especially if lily was asleep. she hurriedly set the text down on her bed and pushed herself up. she grabbed her wand and sprung into action. if training had taught her anything, hesitation could get you killed.

it wasn’t a huge flat, but dorcas still near sprinted towards their door. she hated that her mind immediately flashed to all the attacks that had been made on muggleborns. if anyone hurt lily, dorcas didn’t know what she would do. she was be devastate. she would never let that happen. however, it wasn’t lily that needed her concern. all the air felt like it was sucked out of the room as she saw the blood that was pooling on their floor and coming from james. “shit.”

a bowl broke in two on the floor as the clutter was pushed off of the flat surface. “get him up on the counter.” don’t hesitate. don’t think. just move. dorcas turned on the faucet to that the water would begin to heat up. she grabbed a towel and tossed it to lily as she began grabbing bit, baubles, bottles from their cabinets. “put pressure on the blood so it slows and get him to wake up. we need to ask him questions.” her voice wavered even as she said it. the wound didn’t look like a spell. it looked like...an animal ripped through him. “where the hell is our dittany?!”

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