Rebel May Care

Doris 'Ris' Purkiss || Gryffindor || 2nd year

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briarpritch​:

“Slightly less nice when your dog decides to wake you up at the crack of dawn, but it could be worse,” Briar said as if she wasn’t prone to being an early riser anyway. She grinned at Ris in greeting as she neared the other girl. “How was the run?” 

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Laughing, she nodded, “Alright fair point, that sounds like a less than stellar way to wake up in the morning.” It wasn’t uncommon to see Briar in the morning, even back in primary school she’d been up around the same time she was. Smiling brightly, she shrugged, “Good. I beat my personal best so that’s always a good way to start the day,” Ris answered excitedly. “Any chance you want to catch some breakfast?” she asked.

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mxsybill​:

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“That’s why fall is my least favorite season.” Sybill offered, as if she had been asked her opinion on the seasons. “It’s crisp, but it’s not cold. It doesn’t know what it wants.” At least winter knew to be cold, summer knew to be hot, and spring knew to be… wet. Fall was just odd. 

Syb shook her head quickly, pulling her jacket closed just a bit tighter, “Oh, please, don’t apologize. You’ve every right to shout in the courtyard!” she paused, “Are you on your way to get breakfast now?” Normally she wouldn’t be so bold as to outright ask to join in on others’ plans, but it was the start of a new year at a new school, that would allow a little boldness. Plus, there were no inklings of ill will - the girl had a good energy about her. 

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Giving a small smile, she nodded, “I can certainly understand that. It’s not for everyone.” It was the inbetween that made Ris love it so much. She was able to wear a sweater most days and be comfortable, but she always had the option to layer. The air had a smell to it that always brought her some semblance of comfort, and she could start the transition to hot drinks and warm blankets to get comfortable. The wardrobe she had for autumn weather was undeniably her favorite, and it also meant the start of Quidditch season. “That’s fair. I think maybe that’s what I love about it,” she shrugged, it could bring anything. 

Grinning, she replied, “Oh, well thank you. I know some people really would rather be left alone,  but it feels rude not to greet people when I see them. I never know which is worse,” she admitted, a sheepish smile in tow. Nodding, she answered warmly, “I am; do you want to join me?” Ris was always willing to make new friends, and Sybill seemed like the kind of person she would enjoy spending her time with. “So, how’s this year been for you so far?”

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tomasneves​:

Tomás nodded his understanding. “Classic fake-out,” he observed. “I’ll try not to get fooled by it, and if I play Quidditch anything like I fight we should be alright.” It wasn’t a brag, but an observation. He was good at reading moves and anticipating lies. “And what is it again your position does while I’m searching the skies?” He had most of the basics down, but the verbiage still slightly alluded him. 

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“Yes, exactly!” she exclaimed, glad that understood what she meant. Ris was just grateful they had a seeker again, and she was looking forward to working with Tomás out on the field. Grinning, she nodded, “Then let’s make sure you play like you fight. I can’t wait to see you in action,” she encouraged. Ris pushed her hair back as she answered, “Myself and our two other chasers will be passing the Quaffle, the big ball, back across the field to each other until we can get it into the other team’s hoops. That’s the other way we score points,” she explained, smiling warmly.

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camillegladstone​:

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While laying in bed before falling asleep after her first Friday as a Hogwarts student, the inner workings of the mind jolting through the thrilling, the concerning,  the new acquaintances… It ocurred to Camille that she still hadn’t checked for mail at the owlery since she’d arrived at the castle, so she made a mental note to do that first thing, next morning.

And so on Saturday, just before breakfast time, she strolled over to the West Tower to collect her mail. She choose to read her letters as she made her way back to the common room through an outdoor detour, by the side of the Black Lake. 

“Dear Camille,

I understand you were sorted into Gryffindor - it suits you beautifully. Some of the best people I knew during my time in Hogwarts were Gryffindors, as I’m sure I’ve told you before. And on this subject, it would be ludicrous not to mention your new headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, certainly the most brilliant wizard…” 

 Camille’s reading was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. Putting the letter down for a moment, her gaze met that of an at least somewhat familiar face - likely someone from Gryffindor? She stroke her a friendly grin. “Oh, yes!” Her eyes danced around the scenario for a moment. It was a beautiful, cloudy day, which Camille could appreciate just as much as sunny ones. “Was just getting my mail.”

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Ris hadn’t meant to startle the younger girl, she was just being friendly. Thankfully, the other girl smiled at her, so she took that as a good sign to continue the conversation she’d started. “I appreciate a good cool morning for a run,” she admitted. Truthfully, it was some of her favorite weather in general, but it was particularly good for running. “Ooh that’s exciting. I always love going to the owerly,” Ris mused. 

When her parents realized they could write her letters via owl, they started sending them as frequently as they could. Ris heard from her brothers frequently enough too, which always brought her a smile. “Any good letters?” she asked, knowing that hearing from home was one of the best parts of being away. 

“Have you had breakfast yet?” she asked, before expanding, “I’m Ris by the way. I’m a second year Gryffindor. I think I’ve seen you in the common room?”

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deedoublewho​:

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D.W. nodded along, licking her gums in thought before she smacked her lips and declared: “Huh. Maybe that’s why I’m such a bitch all the time.” Though she was certain it was not the case, or at least not exclusively. “Alright?” she questioned. “What, can’t a girl stay up all hours of the night and wander around the grounds without there being sommat the matter? Are you alright?” D.W. countered, looking the girl up and down. “Seems to me anyone who elects to wake up early and go for a jog around the lake’s got a thing or two they’re distracting themselves from.”

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A startled laugh escaped her, but she couldn’t tell if the other girl was kidding or not. Whether it was true or not it was a good quipp. “I’m Ris by the way,” she offered, though she didn’t know that the other girl particularly cared if she was honest. Ris wasn’t too worked up about it. 

The defensive answer had Ris putting her hands up in surrender. She hadn’t meant any harm by it, but she could see how it was taken as judgement. Shaking her head she answered, “Of course, I wasn’t trying to imply you being outside meant you weren’t alright. I was just asking in general. You can tell me to shove off at any point,” she offered, shrugging her shoulders. Not everyone cared for the prying of strangers and Ris knew her curiosities weren’t always appreciated. Still, she laughed at the comment and shrugged, “If I’m looking for a distraction I’m not aware of it, but I know I know running isn’t most people’s cup of tea.”

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weewxtch​:

10.9.79

What a difference a year could make, Lily thought, watching the room full of witches mingle. 

Roughly this time twelve months ago, Lily had been standing awkward and alone in the crowd, wondering if she had been out of her mind to make a go of the JWL to begin with. Now, with her JWL pin and Prefect badge attached to her dress robes, a strange alchemy occurred. Suddenly, she was one of the people attendees wanted to please. 

She had been in and out of conversations all night, with the occasional errand out of the room to help the house elves carry in additional buckets of ice. It had been like that all week, a constant onslaught of set-up, socializing and take-down. She was looking forward to deliberations the next day with relief, she would be glad for the break, and nervous anticipation. 

Doris caught her eye across the room and Lily seized the opportunity. Busy as she had been, she hadn’t had time to thank Doris for her support throughout the week. It had been good of her to participate, having a friendly face in the room had certainly helped ward off any moments of self-doubt. Lily managed to weave her way through the room without getting side-tracked and arrived at Doris’ side with a smile on her face and drink in hand. “Getting on alright?”

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While Ris had only come to support Lily, she found the organization as a whole was growing on her. The Junior Witches League was without a doubt the type of organization that she would typically want no part in. Ris had never been one for elitism of any kind, and especially if it wasn’t something a person could earn. Truthfully, she chalked the organization up as something she would never truly be a part of. She was a muggleborn, and while she wasn’t ashamed of that, she knew that some people would hold it against her. 

However, Lily Evans was trying to change things, and Ris was always a sucker for a good cause. Ris fought for equality in both the muggle and magical world; from race and sexuality to blood status and species. If it was a worthy cause, Ris could always be found fighting it. She experienced first hand just how cruel people could be, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she’d spend her entire life trying to leave the world better than she found it. 

Seeing Lily appear at her side, she smiled warmly, “I’m actually getting on surprisingly well,” she admitted. Ris hadn’t expected to enjoy herself, but there were several people she actually quite enjoyed chatting with. “I’m having a really good time, Lils. This whole thing is really lovely. I’m thinking about-” she paused for a moment, before giving Lily a sheepish smile, “I’m really considering joining.” Ris loved a good challenge, and this was one worth endeavoring. 

“Think I could be Junior Witches League material?” 

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jamespooper​:

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“A mix. Weekend practices would be later – I’m no monster.” His thoughts went to summer, and his smile faded ever so slightly, like it did whenever he was asked about summer. From most perspectives, he’d had a great summer. He’d spent time with his friends, with Dorcas. He’d travelled, he’d gone to parties, he’d had a lot of fun. But Sirius hadn’t been there. “Yeah, it was brill. Did you?”

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Grinning, she nodded, “Good to know you’re not a monster. I’ll still go for a run before practice though if you ever want to join me,” she offered, though she could certainly push the time back once the thick of the semester started to kick in. Despite the fact that she loved being back in school, she had truly enjoyed the summer holiday at home. “Oh yeah. It’s always nice to spend time with my family,” she admitted. “I taught the boys more about quidditch and we played a half muggle, half wizard version of it,” Ris laughed. 

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tamsinbrand​:

Tamsin had a way of making sure things were never awkward. It was just the way she went about things most always, confident and carefree enough that it caused no friction. That’s why she smiled genuinely and nodded back towards the castle, where they could go fetch their meal. “I could fill up on those,” Tamsin laughed, “Have you tried the mixed berry ones? They’re to die for. I could just fill up on eggs and bacon alone, too.” She shrugged her hands into her jean jacket as they walked. “Did you hear about that party happening off campus tonight? Doc Dearborn’s throwing it. He was a Ravenclaw last year. Quite memorable actually, he and his best mate. You know Davey, though.” He was Gryffindor’s quidditch captain last year and not a forgettable one. “Anyway, did you think you wanted to go?”

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Grinning, she nodded, “Oh same. Honestly, the food alone is worth coming to this school for,” Ris laughed. Shaking her head, she mused, “I haven’t. I typically go for the chocolate cinnamon ones, but I have no doubt I would love the berry ones too. Maybe I’ll venture out and try one this morning.” As they walked up towards the castle, Ris chuckled as she whispered conspiratorially, “Oh so could I. Why do you think I run every morning,” she teased. Nodding, she hummed, “Yeah I heard about it. I’m thinking it will be a good time.”  Ris really did love a good party, and she knew that with Doc and Davey hosting it was sure to be a good time. Laughing, she nodded, “I know Davey alright, so I’m sure it’s going to be a fantastic party.” Ris gave a nod, “Yeah absolutely. It’d be nice to go with someone and not have to go on my own.” Opening the door, she continued towards the Great Hall. “Any idea what you’re going to wear?” she asked.

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dorcasisntdeadyet​:

“Yes, Lily, exactly.” Dorcas smiled and reminded herself more friends were a good thing. Never mind that Ris — friendly as she was — served as a reminder of primary days better forgotten. Do-overs were still a possibility. “It’s not the people that worry me, I don’t think. The setting just…makes everything that much more formal.”

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Smiling, she nodded, “See you get it; one doesn’t just say no to Lily Evans,” she teased. It was said with absolute fondness though, because anyone who knew Ris knew she adored both her roommates in her own way. They weren’t best friends, but she loved living with them. She was glad to see Dorcas here. While they hadn’t been overly close in primary school, she was one of the few that transferred here when she did, and Ris always liked the other girl well enough. It was nice to see her come into her own here at Hogwarts. Ris gave a hum of agreement, “That’s fair, and a good point honestly. The setting certainly makes everything that much more formal. I’m sure the sleepover will show a different side of everyone though,” she mused, “It’s not something I ever expected to join but I’m honestly considering it. Honestly, it would be nice to see a familiar face,” Ris admitted.

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skyehathaway​:

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Quidditch. Everyone here was obsessed with Quidditch. Meanwhile, Hattie’s experience with the sport was a bludger to her head, which while making an impression, didn’t create a good one. Still, people were allowed to like things that she wasn’t. That was what was so great about knowing other people, they were different. “I think we might end up running at the same time anyway, regardless if we schedule it.”

She nodded, heading in the direction of the Great Hall. “Well, it’s not really—It’s so of complicated what I’m studying. And by that I mean, it isn’t really my choice.” Hattie knew she wasn’t making any sense, but she was used to that by now. “I study Divination.” And she fucking hated it.

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Growing up, she’d played football with the neighbor kids and her brothers, and then went on to play in the community league. Finding out she was a witch had been a shock, but once she learned more about the world that she was now a part of, she found comfort in a sport similar to one she’d grown up playing. Sure she had to use her hands instead of her feet, and it was done while flying, but the rules were similar enough for her to grasp quickly enough. Besides, Ris liked being good at things, and Quidditch was something she was genuinely good at. Smiling, she nodded, “That’s true. I always enjoy the company anyways,” Ris admitted. 

Walking besides her, Ris listened intently as Hattie struggled to explain her studies fully. Her first instinct was to ask why she didn’t just change courses, but then she figured that was a dim question. If it was that easy Hattie probably would have done so. When she finally gave name to the study, her eyes shone with understanding. “Gotcha. I imagine that would definitely be complicated,” she agreed. 

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gideonprewonder​:

“Professor Sprout needs an extra pair of hands, and I couldn’t really say no,” Gideon added as he reached behind his head to scratch the back of his neck. “And I managed to get out of my flat early, which is blood fucking shocking, so I think I might pop around to the Great Hall for coffee before heading to the greenhouses.”

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“Ah,” she answered, smiling warmly. “No, Professor Sprout really isn’t an easy person to say no to,” she grinned. Besides, the greenhouses were always an appealing place to be, and she could definitely understand wanting to spend the morning in there. Laughing, she nodded, “Well there you go. It sounds like everything is looking up today,” Ris mused. “I’m headed that way for some breakfast. They’ve got some of the best pastries in the morning that I always look forward to after a run,” she admitted. 

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marymacdonaldhadafarm​:

WHEN: 12 September 1979 WHERE: The Three Broomsticks WHO: @findingdoris​

“I forgot how crowded this place could get on a Saturday,” Mary said by way of excusing herself for bumping shoulders with the girl beside her. “Stressful week up at the castle?” It certainly seemed it, the way students all along the bar top were throwing back their drinks of choice. 

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Ris smiled as she moved over, making room for the other girl, “I’m sure it wasn’t so packed over the summer,” she mused, knowing that everyone coming back to school would certainly add to the population. Nodding a bit she answered, “I little bit. I think the professors are finally starting to lay on the typical work load, so it gets a bit more intense,” Ris answered. “What about you? Good week or looking to escape?” she asked. 

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messrsblacks​:

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Sirius frowned as he thought back to class, searching in the vestiges of his memory for what the assignment was. He didn’t always pay much attention himself; he didn’t have to. Whatever the assignment was, it would be ignored by him until the day before it was due, that much he knew without thought. 

Finally it came back to him. “It’s an essay on the complexities the difference in size causes in Transfiguration when you’re changing something tiny into something big,” he said. Or it was something along those lines anyway. “What conspiracy were you thinking about instead of paying attention?”

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For a moment she thought maybe he hadn’t gotten it either, in which case she was going to have to track down someone that did, but Sirius pulled through for her. Smiling, she quickly jotted down the assignment in her planner, knowing she’d want to get started on it at some point today. “You’re a life saver, and I am happy to return the favor if you ever need anything,” she offered, smiling warmly. 

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she answered him without hesitating, “During the cold war, the CIA tried to train cats to spy on the Russians. The funded an entire project called the Acoustic Kitty, where they planted a tiny microphone in the cat’s ear canal so that they could record transmissions,” she explained, before laughing softly as she continued, “Though it didn’t last long because cats are easily distracted and difficult to control, but the fact that they tried is what really gets me. It’s almost as good as the bat bombs.”

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messrsblacks​:

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One look around the common room had told Sirius all he’d needed to know; he did not want to spend the afternoon here. He ought to find a seat and get on with some homework, but he never much did what he ought to. And besides, soon it would be too cold and too wet to find a quiet spot outside to read his book in peace. 

Mind made up, he was striding purposefully towards the portrait door when he heard his name. Turning he spotted Ris, hesitated for only a second, and then headed over to her. “How can I be of service?”

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Since coming to Hogwarts, Ris hadn’t missed a single assignment. However, this wasn’t the first time she had spaced out while one had been assigned. Thankfully, it wasn’t a common occurrence, and she usually could get it from a classmate without too much trouble. 

Ris felt bad as she watched him hesitate. It wasn’t his problem that she missed the assignment, but she’d find a way to make it up to him if he helped her. A guilty smile formed as she asked, “Any chance you got the transfiguration assignment? I completely zoned out at the end of our last class, unfortunately.”

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tomasneves​:

WHEN: 6 September 1979 WHERE: Quidditch Pitch WHO: @findingdoris​

“And the Wrong Faint…” His face had all the markings of deep concentration. “That’s the play when I pretend I have seen the snitch but I haven’t?”

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Ris chuckled as she nodded, “Wronski Feint, but yes that’s the premise. Basically, you pretend to see it, typically below so that you dive down and the other seeker follows you because they assume you’ve got eyes on it. That way if you see it, you can change direction quick and they’ll still be stuck on your fake play,” she clarified. “Does that make sense?”

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deedoublewho​:

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“I—” know that, were the biting words perched at the tip of her tongue. With an ugly, uncomfortable look on her face she swallowed them. She was trying to be a little nicer. She huffed a breath out. “Breakfast is a waste of the day. Pot of coffee and some irritation, that’s all you need to get through to lunch.”

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At her response, Ris laughed a little, “Well, there’s also that. I wish I had the will power to survive on just coffee in the morning, but I know I’m a bit of a bitch when I’m hungry, and that’s just not good for anyone,” she admitted. Debating for a second, she went ahead and asked the question that was weighing on her mind, “Are you alright?” 

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skyehathaway​:

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Hattie made a face, not at Doris, just the suggestion that anything was better in cooler weather. She had mostly lived in a warm climate her entire life, and had acclimated to what it took to handle the humidity, and the oppressive sun. Most of the time, Hattie enjoyed how it blistered against her skin, as if it were pushing her to run faster, run harder. No extra motivation was needed, but she tended to get the help where she good. At Hogwarts, it just wasn’t the same. Never before had she ever shivered while running.

“Just finished. I usually take another one at night, too. Depending on my schedule.” Depending on other people’s schedules, she might’ve added if she wanted to be closer to the truth. “Nice to meet you Ris, I’m Hattie. I don’t remember seeing you around last year.” That was mostly Hattie’s problem. Her focus was laser sharp, and well, last year hadn’t been the best as far as meeting people was concerned.

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“Me too. If I don’t have Quidditch practice, I typically take one in the evening as well. Though it sounds like our practices are going to be in the morning this year,” she admitted. Still, Ris would be glad for a running partner, and with that thought in mind she offered, “If you ever want someone to run with, I’d be happy to go with you.” For her, running was always more fun when she was doing it with someone. 

“Likewise, Hattie. Do you want to grab some breakfast?” she asked, knowing she was always hungry after her run. “That doesn’t surprise me; I was pretty focused last year. Not that I’m not focused now, I’m just expanding a bit more. Well, at least I’m trying to get better at balancing things,” she teased. “What do you study?” she asked.