GLAMOUR / TRAUMA.

DORCAS MEADOWES. xvii. she/her. ravenclaw. seventh year. pureblood. prefect. lover of wizard chess. ancient runes junkie & charms enthusiast. timeline one. · · · · ❝ My mouth became a churchyard. I carved gravestones for everything I should have said / but did not dare to.❞

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ofagwynn‌:

“I’ll have to see if I can talk my parents into sending me some, for the next party,” she muses, sipping on the bottle as she pauses. “It hasn’t changed for me, and it’s so weird. Everyone says that their world has been tilted like the axis of the earth shifted, like everything is different - and everything is the same for me for the most part. And yet, I don’t know what I was like when peoople knew me which is troublesome. It changed for you, didn’t it?” Aeres can tell that she had been rambling, suddenly too aware of the fact and wanted to direct it back to Dorcas for a moment.

“That’d be so lovely, Aeres, thank you.” Dorcas listened to her muse, happy to have this conversation, happy to discuss because it had been fascinating and bewildering to live through. She needed answers, she needed people’s thoughts, SOMETHING, she felt a need to consume all the information that had been shared around her. The question Aeres asked struck her as odd -- nothing had changed for her as far as she knew. “I’m confused because actually, I feel exactly the way you do. It’s awfully disconcerting especially considering it seems some of the people I thought I knew, I don’t know quite at all. But no, it hasn’t changed for me, I guess we’re lucky aren’t we? I’ve heard some some scary stories. ”

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legvcies‌:

               either this wasn’t her dorcas ,     or the girl was terribly daft  .     it could’ve been either  ,     the more narcissa thought about it  .     perhaps a mix of the two considering she’d been foolish enough to choose the losing side  .     still  …    what was that old saying  ?     keep your friends close ,   and enemies …   ❛      of course not  ,     love  .     I’m just not interested in discussing classes at the moment  .     too boring  .     ❜            in that moment narcissa was like the poison laced candy parents always warned their children about - wrapped in a pretty package meant to look harmless but harbouring the darkest of intentions .       the smile that curved onto glossed features was far too charming  ,     the words that follow in her usual tone  .     ❛      let me get you a drink  .     it’s the least I can do for being so rude  .     ❜      

     “Oh, Narcissa, it’s fine, REALLY, it’s been a very hectic last few days for most of us, it’s got me in a mood at times too.” It was conflicting — she didn’t know whether to continue on and ask what she had done or let bygones be bygones, chalk it up to a moodswing, a universe shift, something. It felt off doing so, though she did it often, acted as if everything was fine, this struck her as particularly odd time to do so. Still, she smiled, happy to get a drink offer instead of a snub,  “A drink would be wonderful, if there’s anyone’s drink taste I trust at this party, it’s yours. What are you drinking?”

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hstiajcnes‌:

                               ❛  that’s…  pretty  much  what  a  party  is.  just  one  big  accident  waiting  to  happen.  ❜  especially  with  the  events  that  unfolded  in  days  previous  ,  with  alcohol  thrown  in  the  mix  ,  hestia  was  sure  that  something  bad  was  bound  to  happen  as  a  result.  ❛  charms  ?  oh  ,  nothing  new  this  summer.  i  hadn’t  given  it  too  much  thought.  i’ve  got  a  lot  on  my  plate  this  year  ,  trying  to  get  my  grades  back  up  &  all.  ❜  it  wasn’t  a  complete  lie  ,  she  was  concerned  about  her  grades.  hestia  wasn’t  sure  if  the  older  ravenclaw  understood  that  ,  though  ,  with  the  timelines  all  mixed  up.  did  she  even  know  about  her  brother  ?  ❛  i’ll  have  to  think  about  it.  ❜   

     So, she was trying to get her grades back up -- that was good. “That’s really good, if you ever need any study tips or anyone to go over notes with I’d do so in a heartbeat. I’ll even let you see my notes from later year, if you’d like.” Dorcas remembered seeing the difference in Hestia after her brother’s death -- something she could relate to. Her coping was different, everyone coped in their own way, Dorcas knew that much. “ I know a party might be one big accident waiting to happen but it doesn’t mean it has to be -- I’ve thrown PLENTY of parties where the accidents are minimal, though the location was a lot safer than where we are now, that’s for certain.”

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glvnda‌:

Glenda almost burst out in laughter at those words, not because she judged Dorcas, but because she had NEVER expected to hear them that night. “I … don’t know, but I’m willing to help you look. Or, you know, I could aguamenti your face.” Glenda grinned, wrapping an arm around Dorcas’ shoulders. She was glad that her mind was swimming in alcohol, if only slightly — it made this whole reality ( or realities, really ) a bit easier to grasp. “My aim might be a bit off, though.” 

Dorcas squeezed the hand of the arm wrapped around her shoulders, laughing at the suggestion of Glenda aguamenti-ing her face. “And have my mascara run? I worked hard on this whole face, darling dearest, I’ll perish. Die PARCHED,” she giggled again, it was just Glenda’s presence that brought out a more whimsical side of her. “You seem to be in good spirits, glad to be back at school?”

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ofafortescue‌:

Atlas is only vaguely familiar with Dorcas Meadowes; in the way that you are with a classmate that you admired from a distance. “Meadowes, the same to you,” he replies, the smile fading into a confused frown. “Everything has been rather hectic, hasn’t it?” It’s barely a whisper, the words more falling from his mouth than being said. “I’m fine, I feel better than I have in years really,” he assures her, grin back in place as he speaks. “Water? Can’t say I have.”

MEADOWES, weren’t they on a first name basis at this point? Oh no. “In years? Well, that’s wonderful to hear, really,” she smiled, she meant it though the gears in her brain started to turn -- the Atlas she knew never struck her as particularly unhappy. Oh no. “We should find some, I’m thirsty and I’m sure water would be good for everyone -- plus we should catch up. Have you done anything artistic lately? Any art you can show me? I’ve missed it over the holidays.”

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jmespctter‌:

      james jumped at the sound of her voice, not having noticed her when she’d crept up beside him. his shoulders only marginally relaxed at the sight of dorcas meadowes — he knew her but he didn’t know her. just as he didn’t know anyone around here anymore. ❛ i think it’s over there, ❜ he replied, pointing rather aimlessly in the direction of the forest. ❛ ‘suppose i should know more, huh? aren’t i meant to be some kind of dad chaperone at these things now? ❜

     "That you are, Head Boy,” Dorcas smiled, though she noted that James looked about as nervous as he was acting. He had every reason to be, the party was raging, he was Head Boy, the world had quite literally shifted and Dorcas wasn’t even sure how she hadn’t been more nervous about the whole situation at hand. Had her dad been alive, he’d have found this all so interesting ( which maybe was what carried her curiosity and stopped it from becoming fear ) but he wasn’t. He was still dead. “I’ll let you know a secret though, I already know where the water is -- it’s just my little ploy to get more people to drink it. Rowena knows some of this lot will need it. YOU even look like you need some water, Potter, are you feeling alright?”

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okregulus‌:

“the lake is right over there,”  regulus remarked.  this new — timeline, universe, whatever they were calling it — was fascinating, sure.  but not knowing who the hell anyone was?  it was getting very old, very quickly.  same faces, brand new people behind them.  still, he hid his smirk behind his plastic cup.  they were really going for all the cliches, weren’t they?  “i think i saw some next to the punch, but there’s a spell for that, you know?”

A few sarcastic remarks laid at the tip of her tongue, had she been more bold she would’ve said them, but she held back. It wasn’t a new thing, amongst so many new things, for her to be so painfully herself -- it could’ve been seen as a crutch. “I know, I just don’t trust a bunch of inebriated teenagers to perform it on themselves or even on each other,” Dorcas answered, crossing her arms and finally took a look at Regulus. “Are you having fun? Drinking WATER from that cup, I’m sure.”

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ofagwynn‌:

“Splendid,” she grins, a million words wrapped up in those words; words that will never be said because there isn’t time and besides, where would she even begin? She leans into the others’ touch, thankful to see a friendly face. “I brought my own beverage of choice - red wine from glyndwr vineyard, perfect a lively party like this.”

“Ooo, they have a sparkling rosé that is absolutely fantastic,” Dorcas grinned, making her scan around the perimeter of the party. “How are you? I’m not sure what to make of all the changes. I know that’s the OBVIOUS thing to talk about, the universe shift, but we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.”

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franklbttm‌:

MISS LIZZIE BENNET,

to be quite honest it is really a relief to be getting your letter at all, i figured that amoung all of the different versions of our world there is a possibility of one where you and i never started talking. 

you’re right not to trust the ministry, not fully at least- their lack of action in my world is what lead to this mess- i suspect we are not from the same one, (it makes me wonder what became of my original lizzie, i can only hope she is enjoying your old world, one where war wasn’t on anyone’s minds) 

im sorry that you’ve gotten the short end of the metaphorical stick. 

                                                                                                        -  nick carraway 

Dear Nick Carraway,

Usually, you’re Gatsby. That’s a peculiar change but at least it’s you. 

This is all a lot to think about and take in, especially considering I heard there was a timeline where the war was already over and done. That Voldemort ( an ...interesting name to say the least ) had power, it sounds very ... Lord of the Flies meets 1984 ( hopefully I’ve gotten the books right, I only started reading them recently ). 

Don’t apologize to me, you’re the one who’s original timeline this is -- which is still such an odd thing to say. What’s it been like living here? Is this your world? 

I doubt you want to speak more of war if it’s something you’ve been experiencing yourself but it’s something that’s weighing heavy on my mind and if you could explain more, at least, the why of the war ( did something happen to cause it? a catalyst of sorts? ) and when it started, that would be lovely. I feel out of my depth, I know I could easily pick up a paper or ask around but there’s not many people I trust to give me an honest view of it who are actually from the universe we’re in. At least, I don’t think I actually know of anyone, it’s not something you can just out and out ask people, is it? 

                                                                             - Elizabeth Bennet

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soothsayerrrr‌:

“dorcas!” the witch beamed, a mirthful grin playing on her features. this time stuff was sticky and she wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it, but cassia was beyond thrilled she still had her dorcas. “water? no idea, but we can go find some!” in a reality she wasn’t completely familiar with, where only a handful of things made sense ( she was reeling from the aspect of an approaching war ), she chose to not drink. at least, not yet — the party was young, and cassia would surely find herself in a less than ideal situation sooner than later. though quickly grabbing dorcas’s hand so they didn’t lose each other in the crowd of people, she smiled again. “come on, we should check by the punch first.”

When Cassia’s voice cut through the noise, Dorcas felt beyond relieved -- she almost even let herself feel relaxed. It took no time for Dorcas to intertwine her hand into Cassia’s ( she was not letting her go, not for a very long time ), smiling back at her. “I know I’ve said this about a thousand times today but it’s really GOOD to see you,” she smiled in her friend’s direction, her head then looking around for any sign of water. “Let’s hope the water in this timeline -- isn’t that so odd to say, timeline, -- isn’t contaminated with something. I don’t know, I’ve been having the strangest and weirdest thoughts since this happened, Cassia.” Dorcas walked in the direction of the punch, “how are you doing? How’s the party been for you?”

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legvcies‌:

“ have you met the new DADA professor yet? how was it? ”              /       @drcsmdws 

              ❛      i have not  .     nor do i care to all that much  ,     meadowes  .     not until absolutely necessary  .    ❜      it’s instinct now  ,     to close off  .     they’d been near enough to friends once  ,     but that perfect image had shattered long ago  .     or at very least  ,     in the memories of the slytherin it had  .     narcissa hadn’t been too pleased with the changes  ,     nor should anyone be in her opinion  .     perhaps there were some pros  ,     but seeing old companions was not one of them  .     eyes glancing across the area  ,     narcissa pursed her lips  .       ❛      now is that everything  ?     this is a party after all  .          ❜       

     Meadowes? Her tone, the way she was acting had Dorcas beyond confused -- though her face didn’t show it at first. Had she done something to Narcissa? More importantly, had she done something to Narcissa that she had no idea about? She couldn’t imagine what she’d done in another timeline to warrant this, Dorcas was beyond confused. “I’m sorry, Narcissa, am I missing something? Sorry for being so shocked, I’m just, well, confused,” her features shifted into something thoughtful, her mind was REELING with what could’ve possibly happened. “Have I done something to make you upset? If so, I’m sure we can sort this out quickly, I’m just -- sorry -- I’m just a little confused.”

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hstiajcnes·:

                             ❛  you  mean  water  other  than  the  black  lake  ?  not  sure  if  there  is  any  ,  if  i’m  being  honest.  doesn’t  seem  like  that  kind  of  party.  ❜  still  ,  hestia’s  gaze  wandered  around  the  party  ,  trying  to  see  if  there  was  any  to  be  found.  ❛  maybe  there’s  some  over  by  the  drinks  ?  otherwise  i  have  no  idea.  ❜

“That’s terrible, there has to be water at this party or I’ll go and get it myself. Any kind of party that doesn’t have water should just call itself a death trap,” she followed Hestia’s gaze around the party, though shortly gave up because it was hard to really see much of anything clearly. “ANYWAYS, learn any new charms over the holidays? We’d love to have you back at Charms club, you know.”

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ofagwynn‌:

the party wasn’t necessarily to aeres’s particular taste - although it got notably better after pull the cork on the bottle of wine that she had snuck in. the socialization part of this party was certainly going better than it would have otherwise, a face reaffirmed by dorcas’ approach. “oh yeah, of course dorcas. the water’s just over there i think, i’ll come with you.”

“Please do, I’d adore your company,” Dorcas squeezes Aeres’ arm in greeting, a warm smile on her face, soon wrapping said arm around the others, not knowing what exactly to say but knowing she was glad to see the welcome and familiar face of Aeres. “How are you doing with all of this? Please don’t tell me you’ve drunk ANY of what they’re serving, I know you have better taste than that.”

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ofafortescue‌:

the whole timeline switch still had atlas feeling very shaken, and what better to wash away the worries that firewhiskey and an illicit party? lots of things, some of them illegal. that didn’t stop atlas from making his way to the party and staring out at the water, a glass in his hand. he stumbles into someone as he goes to walk back towards the group, and oh it sort of felt like was flying. “hey,” he greeted, an easy grin gracing his face. “you aright, man? dude? pal? mate? you alright, mate?”

Not having time to properly brace herself for impact, Dorcas drops her water though she’s not too mad when she sees it’s Atlas Fortescue. “Atlas, it’s good to see you,” Dorcas smiles, nodding her head, “I’m well, just a bit tired, the journey over was... HECTIC to say the least.” She looks over at him, he seems like the Atlas she knew, smiles, an easygoingness, “are you alright though? You did bump into me, not the other way around. Have you had any water lately?”

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DEAREST UKNOWN WRITER ( @franklbttm ),

It’s come to my attention that we are in another universe or rather, timeline. I do hope you’re still out there. I’m no good with constants changing on me and you, pen pal, are a constant. I really hope you’re out there, that you’ve not disappeared into the great abyss of this massive bout of insanity. 

Are you still out there? Are you still alive? Is it you from our timeline? That feels so strange to say, yet, it’s what’s right. I don’t know what to trust or how to trust the Ministry after something like this -- even more so, I’m told there’s a war on the horizon. A whole war. 

I’m not ready for that. Maybe that makes me a coward but I never signed up for an entire war. I’m sure you didn’t either. 

                              Please write back soon,                                                                    Elizabeth Bennet

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Whoever pulled off this party really knew how to get a crowd and even though Dorcas wasn’t the fondest of parties like this -- she didn’t mind it today. Was she partaking in getting wasted? Absolutely not. But as a prefect and as someone who did want to socialize a bit with her peers, she went to be more of a chaperone of sorts. “Hi, HELLO, do you know where the water is?”