respect existence or expect resistence.

dorcas astralis meadowes. seventeen. gryffindor. future order member. muggleborn.

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healerobin:

   “it’s what i’m here for,” alex began with a gentle nod and an admittedly smug smile. “and hey, stereotyping,” he called out playfully, pointing at her with an accusatory index finger. “okay, fair enough, i get your point. gryffindors are known for their alcoholic tendencies. but the only reason you guys have this reputation is because you’re loud about it.” an almost mischievous glint appeared in his eyes at his counterpoint. “trust me, you haven’t LIVED until you’ve been to a party in the ravenclaw tower.” it was true, or at least in alex’s point of view. he remembered setting up for a rave with kingsley, spending hours on mixing different alcoholic drinks together in an attempt to make the strongest cocktail possible. of course this meant that they were pretty pissed by the time the party actually started but C’EST LA VIE. before alex could say anything else however, the glare of pomfrey caught his eye from across the room and he immediately began to backtrack. “i mean,” he started, tearing his gaze away from poppy to look at dorcas. “don’t drink alcohol. it’s bad for your liver and kidneys.”

        “though not what poppy thinks you’re here for,” doe wrinkles her nose and nods slightly, giggling with a quiet smile. “hey! i’m allowed, i know about all the stereotypes and which ones we fit and which ones don’t.” she held her hands up, half surrendering, using it as a sign of mock guilt. “you see, you can’t even deny it. well, yeah, ‘course we are, pretty much everything that goes well is considered a special occasion that needs us to drink and have a party about. hey, what can i say? we like being the loudest.” we’re making sure we’re heard, she thinks to herself, as she glances up at him and chortles, in the slightest, as he talks about parties in ravenclaw tower. she can almost tell, when he loses himself in his memories and forgets where he is, forgets that he isn’t a teenager, at least. she can feel the smile rising before she stops it. “oh, is that so? i’ll have to bag myself an invite next time there is one.” she didn’t know whether it was true, but, she could see that he believed it, with every fibre of his being. she glances up to poppy, who was glaring at alex because he wasn’t doing what he was supposed to. “most things are, if you eat or drink too much of it.”

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alessandrazabiinii:

“Indeed, but you gotta agree that drinking is fun. Being drunk is fun!”

“Oh, of course! Being drunk is a wild, wild ride -- the last time I got really drunk, apparently, I ended up trying to swim with the Giant Squid.”

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 mllexchastain:

Liliane smiled faintly and dropped her head, eyes focusing on her hands for a moment. “I’m not one for celebrating in general, honestly. I’d rather show my love on a daily basis than spend one day making an obnoxious affair out of it.” Of course, that was a little more difficult when a person didn’t have many friends or any romantic interests at all.

Doe shifted, knowing she’d either spend Valentine’s alone at Hogwarts, with her friends at Hogsmeade or alone in the Three Broomsticks. “Hmm. Seems fair. I try to celebrate people as often as I can, but, it’s not really called a celebration when it’s happening on a daily basis.” There was a soft, gentle smile on her face only overtaken by her impulsiveness that ticked over and over as she glanced at Liliane.

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franklbtm:

 Frank rose his brows teasingly, nodding towards her. “Indeed. You got someone?“

Doe shook her head, a stray hair falling in front of her line of sight as she did so. “Nah, only got myself. Maybe the girls, but, it’s unlikely.”

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islagoldstein:

Isla followed the other girl’s lead, downing the liquid in the glass before setting it down. “Woo! Okay, that was good.”

Dorcas liked to think that she knew a lot of things. She liked to say that there was nothing she couldn’t figure out about people, though she knew that wasn’t true. Isla was no different. “Of course it was. I know my vodka.”

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pettigreww:

“It’s been a while since I’ve come across a Boggart —– maybe mine has become McGonagall by now. Wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Her disappointed looks literally haunt my dreams.” A shrug. “I guess so yeah.” Peter wasn’t as big a fan of his head of house as most of the people in Gryffindor, if he were honest. He took a small sip of his drink before downing it in one go, too. “That’s bloody good, that is.”

“It’s quite possible -- the first time I saw her, I nearly jumped into the fireplace out of fear,” Doe trailed off, a laugh spilling from her lips. “To be fair, I don’t think I’ve had any dreams about McGonagall since second year.” A light smile dances over her features. “Let’s just say she isn’t as boring as Binns. I swear I’ve fallen asleep every class I’ve ever had with him.” She snorts, nodding quietly as she observes Peter with a soft smile. “Isn’t it always?” She questioned after downing it, the familiar taste lighting up the part of herself that makes her feel at home.

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alessandrazabiinii:

“I love drinking with good company, but I don’t like having an hangover the day after”

“Tell me about it. Hangovers aren’t the most fun thing in the world to experience.”

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tiberism:

    “ yes, it is. ” tiberius glanced up from his charms textbook, a pair of large black rimmed glasses perched on his features. he was long-sighted and as he averted his gaze from the pages, squinted a little through the lenses at the brunette sitting across from him. a small smile graced his characteristics, which was admittedly more out of politeness than out of a genuine interest in the upcoming event. why should he? he was only fifteen after all. “ i like the decorations,” he mused allowed, which was honestly one of the aspects of valentines day he did find interesting. “ are you planning something exciting for the day? ”

         “ thought so. ”humming in gratitude, she nodded her head - dark curls bouncing on her shoulders as she glances downwards at the textbooks peeled open before her - her research on spell creation and the work of departments of mysteries around the world wasn’t exactly required and most likely weren’t from books she was allowed to take out of the library. she was half focused on what she was meant to be doing, a smile on her face as she tried to throw herself into the research she knew would take her hours and hours if she didn’t focus properly. “ the decorations are always great at hogwarts, they know how to decorate things without going completely overboard. unlike some madam puddifoots or whatever they call it. ” there was something about the couples retreat in hogsmeade that put dorcas off, even though she was herself a closet romantic. “ i’m not sure yet. thinking about just askin’ my mates if they wanna do something or just... sleeping my day away. how about you? ”

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mischiefs:

                   “i believe it is, meadowes. got something                    special planned?”

                            “wouldn’t you like to know.” eyes swimming                              with mirth, she grinned at james. 

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ohdeerevans:

“Somebody sounds excited.”

“Nah, only here for the chocolates, Lils.”

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pcmfrey:

                   “i’ve treated at least four students with                    literal cupid’s arrows in them, so i’d say                    that’s about right.”

                          “is that today or in total, my dearest                           poppy pomfrey?” dorcas shook her                           head as she merely imagined it.

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pettigreww:

“Okay, okay, I’ve changed my mind. McGonagall is definitely my Boggart. I’d rather take ten History of Magic classes in a row than face her wrath, and I’ve done so more times than I’d like to already.” Peter shivered, but a grin played on his lips, and took one of the glasses. “Thank you,” he said, grinning as he held up his glass for her to clink.

“Can’t blame you -- when she’s on one of her tirades, she actually scares the room to silence. Surprised nobody’s Boggart has been her, if I’m honest, though she’s the best professor of the lot.” Dorcas snorts, an unattractive sound that she’s rarely ever increasingly taken aback by a comment to make. “You’re welcome,” She raised her glass, clinking it against his before downing it, a grin on her face.

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rj-moony:

“If Evans doesn’t have any real ones on hand I’m sure someone in my dorm does. Come round in the morning if you need it.” He eyed the flask with curious eyes, “Brilliant, but how is this supposed to give either of us a hangover?”

“Will do.” Dorcas tilted her head, glancing sideways at her own flask with a genuine smile - not rare, but, usually reserved for times when her stomach wasn’t bubbling with anxiety or she wasn’t about to show Remus her little secret. “Well, it’s not just a flask. My ma’ handed down this flask from her great, great grandpa, and, well... I charmed it to hold 2 litres of whatever drink I choose. And before you ask me how long it took, this is the first year I’ve managed to keep the flask charmed.”

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pandoraxmoonwell:

“No, I don’t. The tastes just never appealed, I guess. Pumpkin, anyway, but I didn’t try vodka until pretty recently.” She took a drink of her milk and nodded enthusiastically. “That’s the goal, to get very strong bones and be unstoppable.” 

“Each to their own, I suppose. Pumpkin is a bit of an acquired taste - only really like it ‘cause when I was a kid, my grandma would make me it every weekend. Vodka’s tricky, though,” she watched her with warm eyes, ebullient nature worn on her sleeves. “Unstoppable, eh? Wouldn’t be surprised if one day you were strong enough to defeat all of us, singlehandedly.”

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mllexchastain:

“So it would seem from the decorations everywhere. I never quite saw the appeal.” Of course, much of that had been because she thought her marriage would be arranged, so she didn’t see the point in the holiday - and then, after Luc, she hadn’t wanted to participate.

“Hmm. Someone seems less than thrilled about this whole affair.” Dorcas muses aloud, tilting her head with a sudden rush of thoughts whirring around her brain that caused her to dig her heels in. “Why’ve you never seen the appeal? Isn’ i’ meant to be the day where you celebrate those you love, both as friends or as lovers?”

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healerobin:

    “good, keep doing that,” alex responded with jest. “well, i think if you saw teenager after teenager with hangovers every single day, you too would get a little repetitive.” he rose his eyebrows, amusement playing across his features. “that’s so weird. have you ever tried, i dunno, pacing yourself.”

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  “thanks for the support.” dorcas wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. “you do know i live in a dorm of gryffindors, where people being drunk is like, nearly a requirement?” she raised an eyebrow, a smile pressed across her lips as she teased. “i always try to pace myself. doesn’t mean i succeed. sometimes i just lose my patience.”