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dorcas meadowes. obliviator with the accidental magic reversal squad of the british ministry of magic. 34 years old. muggleborn. order of the phoenix member.

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London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls London calling now don't look to us Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

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burbagecherry‌:

Just call me Charity, no need to be formal around here. And you are definitely not fine. May I take a look at you? You know, it is kind of my job…. so I think I know what I am doing here. And I promise it won’t hurt almost anything.

What do you mean by something? Do you think it might be poisonous? Because, you know, in this world, you never really know. Sorry, I am just talking nonstop. Already missing Mrs. Jenkins, right?! Ha!

That is very charitable of your part, Charity, but... Nevermind. You are never going to release me without taking a look at it, are you?

I can assure you it was nothing poisonous. I work with the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad as an obliviator and I was hit by a vacuum cleaner. You know, the muggle equipment. In my line of work, it’s not exactly the most dangerous thing one could face, but there were some seriously disturbed people on the mission site today. They just... freaked out. It’s ok, really.

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burbagecherry‌:

Ops, guilty. But in my defence, it is Mrs. Jenkins day off, so you are kinda stuck with me today. How can I help you?

Ow, that is a big bruise? Something for the pain, maybe? 

Jenkins’ day off? Really?! Dam... I mean... I’m sorry. Thank you for your... consideration, healer...? But I’m fine. It’s nothing. 

Something just hit me during my last mission. My boss insisted on my coming here, but you see, it’s no big deal.

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Hey, Jenkins, I’m fine. Just give me my release and...

Sorry. You’re not Healer Jenkins. 

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deddalusdiggle‌:

Well, it hurts a bit more coming from your best mate… Oops.

I mean, sure, but where’s the intimacy in that? Where’s the human contact? Where’s the sacrifice? I could just as well turn vomit into roses but that’s not the point. And that would be Transfiguration instead of Charms… also not the point. The point is… in the words of Mercury, the muggle singer, not the planet: Whenever this world is cruel to you. You got me to help you forgive. In loose, but convenient, adaptation. 

That was low even for you, Dedalus Diggle.

Quite convenient, innit? Oh, but do I make you live, DD? Am I your sunshine and do you want me to know that you love me? Never took you for a Muggle Studies expert, but quoting Queen like that I’d bet you’d fool a couple of muggles easily.

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dearbornn‌:

Sorry for that. And for saying sorry again– You know what, I’ll just stop talking.

Look on the bright side: at least they’re asking for consulting, this is probably the biggest breakthrough of the century inside that old chamber. Maybe in ten years they’ll consider actually listening to anything said by someone who’s not there for the past millennium.

Yes, apparently I became the paperwork specialist these few days which turned into weeks which turned into months. And about having a different view… Well, I tried. But as you said it yourself: if they ever actually listen to me, it’s a whole other business. You know what everyone says, nothing beats being on the field… And nothing ever happens here behind the desks. 

They asked me because the circunstances forced them to. Make no mistake. It is not only their members who are from the past centuries - it’s their whole ideology. But in a way, you are right. At least, they had to put up with me.

Tell me, Dearborn, have you ever considered that this, right here, is a sort of field too? I mean, sure, there are plenty of dark magic wizards running around outside these walls doing Merlin-knows-what, but here, on the very inside of the Ministry of Magic, there are too plenty of oportunities to do some investigation work, good work. Burocracy is a pain, I know, but there are far more things to do with all the paperwork that is handed to you. Just think about it. If you prove yourself right, they’ll have to put up with you as well.

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deddalusdiggle‌:

That’s… very true and slightly hurtful. 

Well, wait a minute… that’s only because you have a high tolerance for alcohol and I’m always the first to get drunk. Otherwise I’d totally hold your hair. And your purse. And your hand. And maybe a bucket so you can puke, but I’m running out of hands.

You said it first. 

We are wizards, DD, I am quite certain there are spells that could help with that. Wasn’t Charms your strong suit back in Hogwarts?

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deddalusdiggle:

Easy, Dorky. This is not a competition. Because if it was we both know I would kill you. 

Kill you with secondhand embarassment, that is. But still… You gotta make do with what you have. 

Well, you’re a fairly good mate, but the best? Wow. Calm down, tiger. Have you ever held my hair back when I had too much to drink? I don’t think so. I know my hair is short but that’s beside the point. You should hold it back regardless just to prove yourself. 

Hey, it is you who is making it a competition. I could never beat you at seconhand embarassment, though.

Riveting. You never had the common courtesy of doing it for me either, which at least would make us even at that. 

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deddalusdiggle:

Well, Charms was my strong suit back in Hogwarts… 

Yeah, well, who knows? I wasn’t even that interested in the butterbeer to be honest. I was just looking for company. I need to find better friends… No offense. You’re one of the good ones. 

Only because you weren’t in my year back in the day.

Kidding. Although, I’ve got to say I’d expected to be the best one, not one of the good ones. I mean, I’ve been putting up with you for the last two decades, if it shows something, it’s that I’m at least very loyal or very persistent. 

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dearbornn:

Sorry, sorry, I was just startled by your… Presence.

Wizengamot, uh… Do you mind if I ask why? Something’s up? Ah, estamos bem… Acho que estamos bem, quer dizer. Eles definitivamente devem estar bem e fazendo alguma coisa, já eu, não sei se sou a pessoa mais indicada pra te responder. Sabe o que dizem, quando uma porta fecha uma janela abre, e não no bom sentido nesse caso. Parece que cada caso fechado se multiplica em inúmeros abertos.

Hey, stop apologizing, mate.

Oh, nothing, really. Just some idiots who spent all their lives with their heads stuck up the wizarding world’s ass and thought they knew better about the muggle world than someone who actually lived in it... I mean, I was kindly asked to consult on a case for them. If they ever wanted to actually listen to me, that’s a whole other business.

And aren’t you taking care of a bunch of paperwork and data investigation, Dearborn? Thought you’d have a sort of diferent view of the whole thing. Although, with things as they currently are... Probably there aren’t lots of angles to look at. They don’t leave much room for anything, after all, do they? Specially for solving mysteries some wish to remain mysteries ad infinitum.

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Dorcas Meadowes?!

I mean, Dorcas Meadowes… Uh, hello. Eu realmente não estava esperando você no departamento hoje, uh, desculpe pela mesa bagunçada e… Essa papelada e… Uh, mil desculpas, mesmo. Precisa de algo? 

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Caradoc Dearborn. Are we, like, in a two-name basis here? Or is the Minister for Magic behing me or something?

Não precisa se desculpar, Dearborn. Eu acabei dando um pulo no Wizengamont e resolvi passar por aqui para conversar com o Moody e ver se estava tudo bem com uma das últimas missões dos aurores. Como estão as coisas por aqui? Muitos casos encerrados?

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mackinon:

Of course it is. And I fully appreciate everything all of you do to me and my sisters. He’s so… I don’t know. I don’t really need his tip for that matter, but I really hate his angry rant about his rights and blah blah blah. That’s fine, no apologies needed, just some knuts.

Aparentemente ele tem muito mais do que apenas alguns esqueletos no armário. Esses seguidores deles se proliferam mais do que fungos, é nojento. Mas e você, Dorcas? Como tem passado? Faz um tempo que não te vejo no caldeirão furado.

We watch each other’s backs, girl. I am quite certain I can get him to give in even a couple of sickles. You just wait. Dearborn’s thing is that he seems to be focusing all of his energy into some very specific stuff, so he keeps fidgeting. It figures, though. Being kept in a desk job does take its toll on some people.

Eles simplesmente não se proliferam, Marlene. Eles sempre estiveram entre nós. Talvez com mais discrição, com sorrisos mais polidos e uma raiva mais controlada. Agora eles só se sentem na liberdade de fazerem o que provavelmente gostariam de estar fazendo desde sempre.

Eu? O trabalho tem me mantido ocupada. Com os últimos incidentes o volume de missões tem aumentado também.

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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

by Maya Angelou

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mackinon:

Yeah, I know… I know. E eu realmente agradeço vocês todos por esse suporte e como vocês estão sempre atentos caso eu precise de ajuda com as garotas ou qualquer coisa do tipo. É algo novo para mim, se quer saber. Por Morgana, Dorcas! Tem como fazer isso hoje mesmo? Eu adoraria ver a cara dele depois, sem entender direito o que está acontecendo. Dá pra fazer ele me pedir desculpas também? Eu mereço.

As vezes me pergunto o que é que deixou ele tão paranoico assim, mas tenho medo do que pode ser a resposta para essa pergunta, então a ignorância é a melhor saída nesse caso. Prepare-se para o pior, espere o pior… tenho certeza que de fato já o ouvi dizer isso. Acho que essa é a única esperança que tenho com isso tudo, que ao menos exista um mundo que elas possam herdar depois. Um mundo sem esse maluco à frente de tudo e espalhando terror para todos.

Hey, that’s what friends are for, ain’t it? Merlin knows life can be hard enough already, specially when it comes to family. Or getting that Caradoc boy into giving in some few knuts, for that matter. The apologizing part I am not so sure about, though. You see, I am good at bullyi... I mean, convincing people and changing their memories, but to break through that stubborness and pride... that requires lots of persuasiveness.   

Todos nós temos alguns esqueletos no armário, uns maiores, outros menores. Às vezes é melhor deixá-los em paz mesmo, Marlene... E creio que se não acreditássemos minimamente nisso, ninguém estaria aqui. Nem mesmo o Moody. Todo mundo quer um mundo sem Ele. Ora, sem eles. 

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mackinon:

That bad, Dorcas. Minha mãe reapareceu e tudo o que já estava organizado sem ela foi por água a baixo. Um aumento salvaria a minha vida, mas Tom não está nada inclinado a gastar um pouco mais com o meu salário. O que me salva são as gorjetas, quando elas entram.

Antes de perder o olho? E eu achando que ficou assim por causa da perda do olho. Cheguei a ver ele de relance quando entrei para o treinamento de aurores, mas não conseguia lembrar e ele já usava o tapa-olho ou não. E eu nem fiquei lá por tempo o suficiente, de qualquer forma. Nem me fale, a cada vez que ele fala que vai piorar, mais do que já está, eu penso onde foi que me meti. Mas aí quando penso nas minhas irmãs e no mundo que quero que elas vivam, esse pensamento vai embora. 

I’m sorry, Marlene. Both about your mom and Tom. You do know that if it ever comes to it, you can count on all of us, right? I mean, I am quite certain I can bully Dearborn into tipping you. Or at least I can make him do it and then change his memory afterwards.

Oh, a perna e o olho foram apenas agravantes da última década. Ele já era paranoico assim muito antes de tudo isso acontecer. É o que o faz um auror tão bom. Com Moody não há: prepara-se para o pior, espere pelo melhor. É sempre: prepare-se para o pior, espere o pior. Ajuda a manter os pés no chão. Mas creio que não faça mal esperar por algo remotamente bom também. Pelo menos esperar que sejamos capazes de deixar um mundo para as futuras gerações herdarem: do jeito que as coisas vão, não sei se sequer teremos um.

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mackinon:

Rough day? More like a rough week… or month… or year. Actually… rough decade. 

Moody me assusta as vezes. E nem é pelo tapa-olho. É como se ele falasse sabendo o que vai acontecer, como se tudo fosse acontecer num piscar de olhos. Será que ele é seer?

That bad, Marls? Tom should give you a raise, you know. 

Bem, ele já era assim antes de perder o olho. Eu lembro de uma das minhas primeiras missões com o Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, depois de uma captura do time dos aurores. He had the same look on his face, and this was more than 15 years ago. And, dunno, I think Moody’s too much of a skeptical to be a seer? Minha aposta é que seja só experiência. Ele sabe do que está falando - e essa é a pior parte, não é?