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bitchtricks:

she almost falls for it. she’s so close to telling dorcas just how she’d meet her end, but she catches herself before either of them get the satisfaction. a brutal smile ( shaped by years of terror ) lingers on her lips, and she cocks her head to the side, pretending to be interested. “careful, dorcas — or that’ll be your undoing,” she replies, not bothering to feign actual concern. they both know where she stands, and bellatrix prefers to be straight forward anyways. smile turns wicked, and she strolls forward, putting herself close enough to dorcas so that she’ll feel her breath against her neck. “don’t test me,” she hisses, her voice chilly. she can practically hear the screams already —- the pleads for mercy. it’s a hymn that she’d like to savor. “counting the days?” she whispers, painting on a vicious smile, her teeth grinding together. there’s a devilish flicker in her eyes, and she takes ahold of dorcas’ jaw, jerking her face towards her. “or maybe i’ll just show you.”

dorcas did love when someone indulged her in her little games, and it could be seen in the amused smile on her lips. "how grateful i am to have you looking out for me." someone wiser would have walked away, taken a step back, reached for their wand, but dorcas simply watched as bellatrix got closer, wilder, scarier. there was a certain pride in her expression - she'd done it, she'd poked the snake enough times to SEE the reaction, and so far it was every bit as nefarious as she'd imagined. her expression stiffed a little when bellatrix touched her, but her smug smile was unwavering. "keep your talons to yourself, bella. mine are just as sharp." someone wiser might have stopped there. someone with the faintest trace of a survival instinct would be shaking - the words 'bellatrix lestrange wants me dead' should be ringing in her head, but no. nothing in her awakened a sense of flight, and that would indeed be her doom someday. "so prone to violence, so indisciplined - i really thought you lot would be a bit more intelligent, the perfect soldiers and all that shit. d'you blame it on all the inbreeding?"

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gid-prewett:

“i don’t understand how this happened.” laying flat on his back, he stared up at the ceiling in confusion. one of only two people in a dim, dingy room. “how am i early?” he thought of his companion. “how are you early?” somehow he had managed to beat everyone to that night’s order meeting, the first since his mission and- “shit, are we in the wrong place?” his arms pushed himself up quickly as he located whatever corner dorcas had chosen to cause mischief in.

@dorcasing

dorcas spared him only one short glance as he began questioning, her eyes far too focused on the small flame coming out of the tip of her wand, playing the part of a lighter. flames, especially magical, moved in such interesting ways. "how dare you question my punctuality? i'm always early. except when i don't want to be somewhere. that doesn't count as late." if so, she didn't want to be in 95% of the order meetings. "if we're in the wrong place, moody and podmore are going to have your head - i wanna see this." he had a point, though. the last time an order meeting room was so empty, she'd been asked to inform the members of the meeting's location, and had told each of them a different place but the actual room. the memory alone brought a smile to face. "maybe this is their nice way of kicking us out of the order. starts with telling us the wrong room, then they cut us out of the photographs, don't say hi in the corridors, next thing you know they're marrying someone named grant."

#dorcas vc: the order is ghosting us

flashback - 1976

"who need N.E.W.T.s anyway?" she took another disdainful look at the pile of books near her friend and around them to the many panicked finalists throwing random questions at each other. "just lie on your CV. everybody does that." she shrugged, as if she hadn't gone into hermit mode during her O.W.L.s. "y'know, i'm like 87% sure that the minister didn't pass a bunch of exams, yet there he is. certainly sounds dumb enough to not get any O's. now, are we going out or what?"

@mxrlcne

#did i get the year right?? is 76 marlene's last year?? maths is hard #❛ : ( thread; marlene. )#❛ : ( threads. )

dependabledad:

red hair is ruffled and sky blue eyes are blinking against the light as arthur enters the kitchen, newspaper clutched tightly in his hand. he has to stifle a yawn, a drowsy look on his face as he spots dorcas, sitting at his kitchen table. there’s no point in pretending that he’s surprised ( he’s not ), but he gives her a curious look, wrapping his emerald green morning-robes closer around him. “bit early, don’t you think?” he questions, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “is everything all right?” it’s a harmless question, but he’s carefully observing her reaction, looking for bad news.

@dorcasing

"some of us lead healthy lives and wake up with the sun." she'd been in the burrow's kitchen for almost an hour, silently going through plans in her head as she waited for someone to wake up and take notice of her. sometimes such a remote yet peaceful place was welcomed, with all the thinking room it allowed. "no need to get all war-minded, no one's dead, everything is fine. can't i just... want to eat breakfast with the wonderful weasleys?" she suggested with a grimace, which was quickly replaced by a smile. "i'll be following you today." she announced, rather than ask. "got a small mission starting on wednesday," order business, "and i'll have a misuse of muggle artifacts background. i have no clue about what you do - i tend to zone out when you speak - so i'm shadowing you."

#❛ : ( threads; arthur. )#❛ : ( threads. )

liammackenna:

The sharp point of the dagger (a steal, recent or not, he couldn’t remember) made a repetitive noise as it found its mark again in the center of the poorly painted dart board on the wall in front of him. With a snap of his fingers, it reappeared in his hand only to fly in the same direction it had been going in the last fifty times once again. It was a slow night, but one he certainly wasn’t willing to break, not even for the person that had stopped behind his chair.

He didn’t look over his shoulder at them. He didn’t even uncross the ankles that were currently taking up a very comfortable spot on the windowsill next to him.

“Won’t be in the wish granting mood until tomorrow. Might as well just go home and save your breath.”

"Really? Kinda thought you had this charitable fairy godmother vibe to you." Dorcas didn't move from her standing spot behind him, far too focused on the object in and out of his hands. Daggers. They always sounded like a lot of fun - throwing them like darts was certainly not the best use of its abilities. "We should all use muggle weapons. It'd end the war, I'll tell you that - element of surprise is better than expelliarmus. Oh," she had that look in her face that only appeared with a very bad idea, "get your arse out of that chair, bring that with us, let's play darts with the Eaters." Did she only want to hold the sharp dangerous object? Yes. Could helping the war effort be a nice excuse? Sure.

#❛ : ( threads; liam. )#❛ : ( threads. )

gid-prewett:

the thought of explaining barely crossed gideon’s mind… if anyone understood leaving, it was dorcas. he heard the bitterness in her voice. it washed over him. but gideon could handle no more bitterness that night. his hand reached out, ruffling her hair in a brotherly manner. a ghost of a grin surfacing at her inevitable reaction. “well if you can manage, trust i’ll be back. and-” he grimaced. goodbyes were always the hardest part, why he rarely said them. “i’m here for you, doe. even in bulgaria. even when,” a shrug- he couldn’t speak the words.

her eyes rolled dramatically as he ruffled her hair, and eventually, she moved her head sideways to avoid it. as if she didn't quite obviously find it endearing. in response, she tapped him on the shoulder, half punch half grab, and quickly her hands returned to her pockets. why the hell was he dragging this? "yeah, yeah, hugs and kisses, try not to die without me, your world will be bleak without me around - hold back the tears, please." she wanted to shove him and tell him to leave. probably would if he didn't get moving in about a minute or so.

#❛ : ( thread; gideon. )#❛ : ( threads. )

bitchtricks:

she hums in response, maintaining a somewhat calm composure, even though her eyes are flashing with anger. lips stained with sin turn upwards into a half smirk, half sneer, and she gives dorcas a long look. she makes her sick. “ at least you have some self awareness, “ she mutters, letting out a short huff. as if that’s a virtue. pretending to contemplate dorcas’ words for a few seconds, she cocks her head to the side ( something feline like in the motion ), and curls her fingers around her wand. “ just existing does it just fine. “ she pauses, eyes narrowing. “ don’t tempt me to change that. “

it was a spy's pleasure. far too aware of the way other's moved, looked, breathed; her eyes cataloged the lestrange, who dorcas would reckon toed the line between brilliance and wildness with her calculated moves and dangerous attack ready mind. "really? i'd bet a tenner on the whole mudblood thing OR yorkshire - still undecided, i think i can push different people's buttons with either, y'know?" the smile on her lips was one of contained amusement, and her eyes didn't leave the other woman. her words couldn't scare her. "come on, beatrice," the smile grew, "as if i still had to TEMPT you. your eyes have been on my throat since what, '73? how'd you reckon you'd do it? not anything boring like a killing curse for me, right?"

#❛ : ( threads; bellatrix. )#❛ : ( threads. )

franksbottom

❛ MEADOWES ! ❜ the name was shouted to an almost sing-song tune, frank raising his glass to the girl as she entered the bar and gesturing for her to take the seat next to him. ❛ just the girl we need ! we’re discussing the importance of the daily prophet in the development of the war. especially shit like skeeter’s articles. you seem to have a politically apt mind, as you’ve demonstrated in our numerous arguments; you feel like chimin’ in ? ❜

dorcasing

she let the door close behind her as a smile grew on her lips and an eyebrow raised. "saw the glass up, i thought you'd start cheering me. but you never fail to disappoint me, francis." she spoke with a mischievous grin now perfectly stuck to her features, as she sat down next to him. "well, thank you. rita skeeter, uh? legend. genius." the frowns from the group were quite telling. "she's living the dream. if half of the prophet were like her, all of the embezzlement cases would already be exposed. all the scandals. even about that time dumbledore used the elves for potion destribution - if only skeeter could get onto that."

#❛ : ( threads. )#( mobile post. )#❛ : ( thread; frank. )

isolated-lostboy

“I was definitely paying attention to what you said.” Benjy said, his brows raised as he looked up from his desk. Stacks of papers from auror reports were clouding his mind from thinking about anything else. That- and the fact he that one damn pina colada song stuck in his head again. “Just to clarify, what was it you needed from me again?”

dorcasing

"D'know you're a shitty liar? Is 'Good Excuses' a course in auror training? Did you fail?" Once Dorcas got talking, in her quick shape witted tone, it was absolutely impossible to stop her. One thing didn't change after every word - her smirk, half teasing, half amused. "Don't tell me you've become one of THEM." She spoke while pointing in the general direction of the world outside of his office, where people would dutifully do their jobs. Boring. "I need you to make Kavlan drop my charges." She asked casually, as one does.

#❛ : ( threads. )#( mobile post. )#❛ : ( threads; benjy. )

antiquated-malfoy-blog

dorcasing:

“Well, thank you.” She took a glance at her glass before looking back at him, undecided for a moment. “I’m gonna put some faith out and hope this isn’t you poisoning me. If you’re paying…” she motioned to the bartender for a second, “I’ll keep sipping rum. Won’t really shut me up though - might even get me singing eventually. Not Celestina. What do you even listen to? Is there anti-muggle pop?”

“Faith is for the foolish, dear,” Lucius commented with a sly smile, before scrunching up his nose at the mention of her gracing the bar with her singing voice. “At least it will not be Celestina.” He said, the words seeming to pain him as he admitted the slightest silver-lining. “I listen to instrumentals mainly. I am rather fond of strings- I play violin myself.” Lucius divulged, figuring it must be the drinks that he already had that led him to do so. “I am also partial to my mate Leo’s band, OMEN.” Once her ordered rum was placed on the bar, he slid it closer to her with two elegant fingers pressing against the glass, his heavy Malfoy crest ring glinting.

dorcasing

She gave him a look filled with suspicion, but her smile didn't change. After all, sharing drinks with the enemy could reveal to be quite useful, and if not, entertaining. "Just some good muggle music, don't you worry." Her eyes didn't leave him as he spoke, but there was a clearly uninterested look in her face. "Boring. As expected." Well she did find OMEN fun, but that was mainly because of how pretty their female lead singer was. But instrumental? Boring. "You can't drunk scream the lyrics of instrumental so what's the point?" As soon as the drink was near her, she took it, already bringing it to her lips before once again turning her attentions to Malfoy. "Pretty ring. Daddy give it to you or something? Y'know, I never understood that. The need to walk around like an exhibition, showing the world what you definitely didn't earn." Despite a near lifetime of Marlene and a constant glimpse into the life of the other half, it still bugged her.

#( mobile post. )#❛ : ( threads. )#❛ : ( threads; lucius. )

liammackenna

dorcasing:

“Pretend to be. It’s not that hard.” That seemed to be her only solution to all things, universal, adaptable, foolproof. Regardless, she let the matter drop as excitement pumped her with energy - NOW there was a challenge and nothing made her feel as alive as a challenge. “Bitch, you and I are playing completely different games. But, if you think you can keep up, I’d say we should get going.” And with that, Dorcas placed a hand tightly on his arm as the other reached out for her wand. “Oh, and we’re starting with Gina. Let me see your poker face.” She apparated them as the words left her mouth, straight into a poorly lit damp street.

“Please, I’ve been playing these sorts of games just as long as you have. ’m not changing the accent.”

But that was all he said. He’d known Dorcas Meadowes long enough to know that when she rambled it was best to let her ramble. She was an unstoppable force that would never heed to any words. He watched as she raised her wand and blinked a few times as they were apparated, rubbing at his forehead a little as he got used to the new surroundings, the new voices, trying to shake off the fog of the sudden jump.

“My poker face is my normal face. Besides, if I’m going to be forced to play the part, I’d like to hear your version of an Irish accent. Go on, I’m waiting,” he said, a too sweet smile on his lips.

dorcasing

"It's not a very good one then." She teased, the hint of a smile on her lips as she walked deeper into the dark street, the entire place looking quite dodgy as were the few people walling nearby. Dorcas didn't look back, simply expecting he'd follow. "And you can keep waiting. I can do something resembling Canadian and I can go back to the Leeds accent," between all of her trips and forced changes of accent, she'd long lost her one of her origins, which is a good thing if you ask her, "but I don't fuck with accents. It's harder for them to prove you aren't a foreigner than a liar." Did this clearly show her lack of experience in her field? Absolutely - but she's much rather think she'd have time in the future to improve. Dorcas walked down some steps at the side of a building, reaching a closed door at the very bottom, and finally turned to the man before getting them both in. "Keep your wand close - it's a muggle and not blend in there. Ready to make some money?"

#( mobile post. )#and will keep being those for a while yikes #❛ : ( threads. )#❛ : ( threads; liam. )

hopefeir

Why should I trust you know? you already lied to me once.

#❛ : ( the girl i've heard so much about. )

motherbearisms:

“not for any of my boys,” molly loved dorcas dearly she did, like family, but there was no way that in times like this she would allow her seven year old to accompany her to a dragon reserve where everything could go wrong. “maybe when they are a little older but charlie does not need to be riding any dragon.” if dorcas had asked arthur to begin with this may have been a different story but the odds of her budging here severely low.

"it'd be a small dragon." she threw the fact in, fully aware that the battle was more than lost by then. the little boy's passion, which so reflected hers about intimidating creatures when she was his age, filled her with a rare sense of duty. if charlie lived in a world in which DRAGONS existed and he found them interesting, he should have all the access to them, and who better to ensure that than dorcas. "fine. how old? because i'll take him. i will keep this in mind."

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antiquated-malfoy:

“Though I did not think it possible, you have somehow topped how annoying Warbeck’s trill is. Congratulations, Meadowes. What are you drinking? Hopefully putting more of it in you will shut you up.”

"Well, thank you." She took a glance at her glass before looking back at him, undecided for a moment. "I'm gonna put some faith out and hope this isn't you poisoning me. If you're paying..." she motioned to the bartender for a second, "I'll keep sipping rum. Won't really shut me up though - might even get me singing eventually. Not Celestina. What do you even listen to? Is there anti-muggle pop?"

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mxrlcne:

she doesn’t know if it is the lack of the deafening music filling every emptiness within or the concern in dorcas’ voice that causes it. but as soon as she has taken a deep sip from the bottle, feeling the sharp liquid burn down her throat, her body curls up with an ugly sob escaping her. facial features that had earlier held an empty smile contort into a painful expression as she wraps her arms around herself, still holding the bottle in her right hand, and crumbles to the floor. brokenness was not a feeling marlene had ever truly suffered. simply because she had run away from it before, always found another entertainment or distraction –– be it a person or a party. even four years prior when gideon had decide to leave ( and she had asked him to stay ) she had refused for her heart to be broken and instead decided to push him away, by dating james potter. in each instance of her life marlene had always chose to hurt before getting hurt. wanting to stay in control and to be unbreakable, but this time she had been the one to fall and shatter. “ he cheated on me, ” she whispers between the sobs. eyes closed as tears streamed down her face. “ he didn’t want only me and i –– i… i thought he and i were ––– we were… ” words barely coming out as she gasps for air. the pain so raw that the feeling of not being able to breathe and her body contorting in pain felt real, exactly like it had a couple of hours ago. “ i’m so stupid… i’m an idiot. ” self deprecating words that marlene mckinnon would never speak now tumbled out of her. “ i thought he wanted only me, that after all these years it was me that he returned to. me that he loved and wanted to be with. even if we’re in a bloody war and we can’t be seen in public i thought –– ” she takes a swig of the bottle now, eyes connecting with dorcas’ briefly before her face contorts in pain again. “ i thought he loved me, dorcas, after all these years i hoped he still loved me ”

this was something dorcas had never seen. she'd seen pain, of course, when hidden behind toxic decisions and constructed smiles and even when not, in those rare moments of vulnerability she'd been given the rare opportunity to see, but this wasn't just pain. without a word, dorcas let herself sink into the floor next to marlene, one hand on her shoulder, eyes wide and hurt. her own chest ached. he cheated on me. the words raced in her mind as she tried to attach meaning to them but marlene's sobs, no matter the volume, were far too loud for that. all of it, that loud declaration of heartbreak, was far more than the woman could bear. never one at ease with emotions, seeing someone she loved so raw gave her an urge to act, do all the things regular people did, be comforting - but she didn't know how. not without it being a cold imitation of what she knew others did, and marlene deserved much better than that. rather than act, she was motionless, stunned even for a bit, but her hand didn't leave the other's shoulder. marlene needed to know that she was there. all hers. in that moment, all of her thoughts on gideon had been paused, the entire situation to be critically analyzed later, but for now whoever had hurt her was just a blank name, and she'd quietly listen to every word, even if each sound was another sharp hit. her eyes would not dare leave marlene's as she spoke, analyze her features and the pain seared into them, each tear that made her have to fight her own body to not create some too. until it got too much. iHOPED he still loved me. the hand resting on marlene's shoulder pulls her closer as the other runs through her hair, just out of instinct. an urge. they rarely hugged, but there they were, on the floor as dorcas pulled her closer and closer with both arms righting around her, shielding her from the rest of the world. "i'm so sorry."

#hi im hurt #❛ : ( thread; marlene. )#❛ : ( threads. )