Wolves & Girls

23. ex-hit witch. gryffindor alumna. order of the phoenix. code 4. THERE IS NO BEAT, NO MELODY.

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GREY’S ANATOMY QUOTES STARTERS MASTERLIST

’ I believe if you were dead the world would be a better place. ’

’ You are not my knight in shining whatever. ’

’ I’m not sure we’re worth fighting for. ’

’ I’m gonna eat candy in the dark and pretend I’m home alone. ’

’ Sometimes it’s actually painful to be around you. ’

’ They say if you talk out loud while you look for something, you find it faster. ’

’ This is your love day. ’

’ I’d lose that crazed smile before you start cramping. ’

’ It’s harder to love someone than walk away from them. ’

’ No, I choose me. ’

’ We’re adults, we’re going to fight. ’

’ Everyone said I was ready. You said I would be okay, so I thought I should just do it and get it over with. But I wasn’t ready for…to be… ’

’ I met a puppy once that was half German Shepherd, half teacup Chihuahua. And all I could think was…how did you happen? ’

’ You should go. Cause I’m about to nut punch you. ’

’ Found it. It’s so old, it’s not even in the computer. ’

’ I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for, so I kind of got everything. Champagne, tequila, pinot noir — pick your poison. ’

’ You are not a person who makes promises he doesn’t keep. ’

‘ I only dance it out when something bad’s happened. ’

‘ People aren’t always who you think they are. You learn to see through it. You learn fast. ’

‘ You’re a surgeon, we make mistakes. We need to be forgiven. ’

‘ You don’t teach by shoving someone else’s face in the dirt. That’s just being mean. And small. ’

‘ Did he say anything to you before you killed him? Can you tell me what his last words were. ’

‘ I’m happy and I never thought I would be again. But I am, and that’s all I need. ’

‘ Aw sweetie, this is about me, this isn’t about you. ’

‘ THIS is what feminism looks like, sir. ’

‘ I think you’ll be a good dad. Your babies will be so foul-mouthed and dirty and cute. ’

‘ I am qualified to tell you how to survive. ’

‘ My husband is dead. Yeah, I’m gonna play that card. ’

‘ Why do people constantly feel the need to kill their arteries. ’

‘ Optimism for the win. ’

‘ I told you to keep that baby in. ’

‘ All my orgasms are gonna be self-made, hand-crafted ones. ’

‘ Just because we can live without something, it doesn’t mean we have to. ’

‘ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care, I can take it. ’

‘ I just got here. I haven’t had a chance to screw anything up yet. ’

‘ Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll snip out the part that makes her kinda bitchy. ’

‘ It’s her song, so get off the stage and let her sing it. ’

‘  I love you in a really really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. ‘

‘ I’m not good at relationships or talking about stupid feelings. ’

‘ I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work. ’

‘  You’re my sister, you’re my family, you’re all I’ve got. ‘

‘ Everyone needs help from time to time. Someone to look out for them. Make sure they’re okay. ’

‘ There comes a point when you have to suck it up and stop whining and start living. ‘

‘ You died in my arms. You freakin’ died. ’

‘ That’s where love exists. In delusional fantasies. ’

‘ Ah, tonight I have things planned that don’t include her screaming your name. ’

‘ I take things personally. I get too emotional. ’

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“Well, this is awkward…”

Sliding down the stairs on a cushion/in a laundry basket, then wiping out and rolling the rest of the way down.

Truthfully, the pain shooting up and down Doe’s spine at that moment was considerably worse than anything she’d suffered in a fight. At least when she suffered pain in a fight, it was with dignity. This was probably the single most undignified thing she’s done since flashing her bra at some muggle taxi driver who nearly jarred her into the street while she was crossing illegally. It might have only been second to that if someone she knew and respected hadn’t walked in during her time of shame.

Doe looked up at Edgar from the floor, wondering if she looked as mad as she felt, or at least as childish. Her hair was sprawled around her head and one of her legs was still propped up on the staircase. She looked like a fool. “Let’s both be honest, it’s not the worst thing someone’s caught me doing,” she said, trying to sound as reasonable as anyone could while sprawled on the floor at the foot of the stairs, the offending laundry basket mocking her uselessly ten feet away. “This angle suits you, Edgar. You’ve got nice cheekbones. You can really appreciate them from down here.” She slowly lifted herself up, biting her tongue to avoid making any sounds as she did so. All the bruises’ll be on your back, she reasoned. Nobody’ll ever know.

She grinned, and felt a lot like she had back in Hogwarts when she’d been caught doing something stupid and clever. It was a pleasant feeling. “Don’t tell Moody.”

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⨯ ❛ alecto. ❜

Alecto was supposed to be picking something up for her father – some papers from some colleague at some tea-shop, the sort of establishment neither felt too worried about sending a young daughter to as a go-between. The sort of establishment that struck her as an utter bore, full of wait-staff who seemed to hold the same opinion. She knew that whatever pseudo-patriarch of whatever pureblood family had just seen her off – ‘just’ a loose term, because it had been two hours ago – had sent a clear time-stamp to her father. He hadn’t said as much, but she’d assumed, and knew that when she came home she’d have a lot to answer for. But it was worth it to wander, alone. Alecto wasn’t sure quite where she was anymore, but she hadn’t seen a familiar soul since she set off. 

It was quite the striking surprise when her absent mind brought her shoulder to a near-brush with a face she recognized on her sideways glance. She wished she did not. It was an angry face, framed by pretty blonde hair, and Alecto knew she should say nothing and hurry on home – but her tongue was happy to be off its leash as well, and she couldn’t help herself. “What sort of pastry was that? I feel like Gretel, following its trail of breadcrumbs.” 

Alecto was four years younger than her and from a different house which meant that, by virtue of the Hogwarts sorting system, they should know exactly nothing about each other. Simple, it should have been, rather than the raging dumpster fire that it was. Purebloods knew other purebloods, even more purebloods knew bloodtraitors - it was all about reputation and even when you made great efforts to abandon yours it always came back around to tap on your shoulder. That was true for Doe. It shouldn’t have been. 

But fuck it, Dorcas figured. She’d quietly wished for some kind of meaningful interaction and she got one. Beggars can’t be choosers. 

“S’pose that would make me the cannibalistic old witch living in the woods,” Doe said, half amused at the image herself, half endeared at the thought of living out in the woods in a gingerbread cottage. “It’s paczki. Polish. The muggle story you’re referring to is German and Gretel ended up in the woods because her parents thought it more... efficient to ditch her there rather than feed her. Gretel thought it was an accident. Trusted her parents would never do something so rotten. Surely you don’t feel that much like her.”

Dorcas kicked the cobblestone street with the toe of her shoe, wondering about the line she’d stepped over, and how far she’d crossed it, and whether or not she cared. “What’re you doing outside little Rosa Lee anyway? Little dinky for you, yeah?”

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Well, this is awkward…

Accidentally having fallen asleep on the floor somewhere.

          “ Oh, it’s not awkward yet. ”                  Dorcas crossed her arms.              “ Alice Louise Fortescue, bumming it on the floor.                         And here I thought that was my job. ”

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It’s not the end of the world, Dorcas. That’s what mum would’ve told her. Would’ve. Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have listened to it then, either, because everything was the end of the world for Dorcas Meadowes. There was no small problem or small victory. It was one extreme or the other. And lately, it was all catastrophe. At least she had a job - two jobs. That was more than most code fours could say around here, even the purebloods - no, sorry, bloodtraitors. Suppose it probably would have been better for her to lay low when not tending the tea shop or dusting Ollivander’s endless shelves, but she’d never been good at that when she wasn’t on the job. The old job, that is.

Doe left Rosa Lee’s with nothing except her wand strapped to her leg and a Polish pastry in her hand. It had been another long day of doing absolutely nothing while other people in the world were being hunted, all so she could afford the shitty flat with peeling wallpaper and cracked brick that she called ‘home’. Even as she finished her paczki ( her favorite treat ) everything about her demeanor read piss off, while a small part of her, scratching at her temples, was craving some sort of meaningful contact.

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( tw: family death )

When she was six years old, she accidentally engorgio’d the family puppy, which was decidedly more scarring to the little dog than to anyone else. When she was eight, Mr. Havershim escorted her back to her front door with a sack of rocks she’d not-so-sneakily thrown into his backyard with the neighborhood kids. When she was nine, she came home nearly an hour after curfew with scraped up arms and knees and dirt all over her dress because she insisted on rescuing a stray cat that got stuck in a nearby tree entirely on her own. When she was ten she came home dripping wet after riding a shopping cart that she crashed right into the side of a park fountain. By the time she was eleven, everyone knew she was a natural born explorer, always wanting to discover new things and places, dreaming of one day finding something very old or very secret that she could keep or call her own.

In an effort to let Doe experience the beauties (and pitfalls) of both the muggle and the wizarding world, her parents agreed that she would attend Muggle school until she was old enough to go to Hogwarts. For a short while, Doe was rather resentful of this, as she felt like nobody in Muggle school understood her. Worse, though, was that she hated hiding her magic, which seemed to her to be an incredibly important part of herself. It didn’t help that she moved about in fear that some sort of inexplicable magical thingwould slip out when it wasn’t supposed to, seeing as control has always been a rather touchy thing in the Meadowes family. It caused her parents a fair bit of grief, to be sure - but her mother handled the situations with grace and tranquility (something that always baffled her father, who could hardly imagine).

Life had always been a little bit different for Doe, but she’d never heard the word ‘bloodtraitor’ until the summer before her first year at Hogwarts, and even then, her parents hated to teach her such a hateful concept. If it weren’t necessary for survival, they probably wouldn’t have.

“Be careful, Dorcas,” her mum had said. “There are people out there who don’t understand people like us. They don’t understand the way we live. Some of those people want to hurt us for it. Stay true to yourself, my little bowtruckle, and remember where you come from.” She kissed Doe on the forehead and hugged her, and as if to soften the blow, her father lifted her above his head and swung her around like a bird, smiling and laughing the way he did whenever he knew he did something she loved. But it was looks on their faces when they first said the word ‘bloodtraitors’ that Doe would remember the most. It was the looks on their faces that she would carry around with her, that she remembered every time someone had the nerve to call her filth, that fueled her convictions and her rage.

It was a lucky thing she was sorted into Gryffindor, where bloodtraitors and muggleborns and half-bloods alike could feel comfortable and welcome. Unfortunately even that couldn’t keep her safe from the spitting remarks and nasty little jinxes that dripped over her skin like poison.

Be careful, Dorcas.

It was the only piece of advice from her parents that she didn’t follow. Careful would have been keeping to herself. Careful would have been keeping quiet. Careful would have been far more difficult than what she chose instead.

Dorcas Meadowes became divisive. She was quick on her feet and ready to throw a punch or spit words that would have made her father cry. She didn’t make Head Girl - she was far too chaotic for that - but she did make prefect, and to this day she suspects it had less to do with her wit and more to do with the fact that of all the people in her house and beyond. She was the first at the ready to be there for everyone. She didn’t have a close-knit friend group and was never part of any crowd - she floated, more of a friendly fireball with the energy of a pixie than a member of any golden trio.

Auror training was a no-brainer. She had the gall to fight and the need to make things right in the world. She stayed true to herself, like she’d promised so many years ago, and dedicated everything to her work. Aurors were slowly becoming more important than ever before as dark witches and wizards around the country started coming to light, and Doe’s hard work landed her in a new position as a hit witch. It wasn’t an easy job and it left very little time for friendships, which was just as well. It was easier to be a little lonely and keep as many good people safe as possible than it was to have close friends that you could lose at the drop of a hat.

But everything started to change, and the cautionary winds of a hurricane began to blow. Things had been moving slowly before but suddenly the progression seemed to be quickfire, and it was as though she’d woken up one morning and the world was different. She arrived at the Ministry at 7 sharp, wide-eyed and worried, having not glimpsed the paper or her mail that morning.

She was fired at 7:06, and informed of her parents’ mysterious deaths before lunch time. The world turned upside down.

Doe was no longer just a force for good. She became a soldier for it, forged and fiery, armour made only of weapons and her own conviction. It is no secret that she is against the new world order, and even less of one that she’s been progressively making their lives more and more difficult to the absolute best of her abilities. She currently has three jobs: a wandkeeper at Ollivander’s (which doesn’t call for her much), a waitress at Rosa Lee Teabag in Diagon Alley, and a vigilante.

Being a part of the Order and trying to do what’s right despite it all is like staring down the barrel of a gun at every waking moment, but Doe will continue to do it anyway, because she refuses to believe that this is the future. She refuses to let this be the world that her parents were killed for. She refuses to let anyone else suffer the same loss she did and is.

“Every day you fight like it’s going out of style.”

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. ∙ • ✧  FRANK LONGBOTTOM

Frank looked at Dorcas for a moment, all he wanted was to help her, to almost wrap her up in cotton wool and protect her from the world that had been given to them. ‘’It’s a free for all, the dog can come too.’’ Frank smiled at her softy. ‘’Alice and I don’t have a thing, we’re just friends.’’ Frank said defensively, although, unsure of why he was being defensive about it, surely it was a good thing that people thought they were together, it made life alot simpler. ‘’My couch sits there sadly unoccupied and I’ve got lots of cushions and spare sheets. don’t ever go without a bed love, there’s always one for you with me.’’ Frank said sincerely. 

Catching sight of her expression frank crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. ‘’You don’t look fine Doe. When was the last time you had something to eat, let me buy you breakfast and a cup of tea and you can tell me what’s going on.’’ Frank put a hand on her shoulder. ‘’A problem shared is a problem halved.’’ 

Doe considered laughing out loud when he said he and Alice were just friends but thought better of it when she remembered the ever-lasting simplicity of “it’s complicated”. Doe thought the world of Alice and would probably be the first and fastest to say that she was the M O S T wonderful person in the universe. This of course meant that she would only be worthy of the best, and though Doe would never admit it aloud (as was her designated duty as a best friend), she felt pretty okay at the thought of ‘the best’ being Frank Longbottom.

“No, no, really I just ate this apple pastry cake thing when I got off from Rosa Lee and it was as big as my face and Rosa gave it to me for sixteen sickles instead of two galleons,”  Doe rambled, pressing the heel of her hand against her right eye as she spoke, as if that would be enough to push away any of the unwelcome emotions back into herself. “Thank you, though, Frank.” She smiled, then - a real smile, the likes of which was only elicited by those who deserved it, and then shrugged

“It’s not really something that’s... Have you ever just felt like the whole world is unravelling and you’re just watching? Like, you know when you’re at the beach and you’re standing in the sand, right where the waves come up, and you’re looking down and you’ve got all these shells around your feet and then a wave comes up and a bunch of them go off with the wave and sometimes there’s new ones but usually the old ones are just gone, and now you’ll never see those old shells and you kind’ve wished you’d have picked up that one with the teeny tiny barnacle on it but you didn’t and now it’s lost forever and by the time you’ve realized that and you go to pick up a different one another wave comes up and takes that one away, too.” By the time she finished talking she could have almost forgotten where she started and she shook her head, annoyed with herself for going off like she always did. “That was too specific. I’m not even sure I’ve had that happen to me. But that’s what it feels like, you know? That’s what life feels like except, like, ten hundred million times WORSE. But I’ll get over it. I guess I just have to stop looking at the shells and look at the ocean instead... or whatever. Pretend Dumbledore said that and it sounds WAY more ‘intelligent’. It’s just a lot, you know? That’s really... It’s all just a lot. For everyone. And it wasn’t supposed to be like that.” She halfheartedly smiled and let out a small laugh through her nose, as if chastising herself for sounding so campy.

“Fuck me, though, I’m sick of hearing my own voice. How are you, Frank? I haven’t even asked you that.”

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. ∙ • ✧  ARGUS FILCH

Argus listened to her words with silence. He already knew her story. Hell she probably knew some of his. He didn’t reply, didn’t remark. Nor did he offer any sort of sympathy or pity. She didn’t want it. And he wasn’t one to give it. When she had finished, and tossed the bottle, he caught it with a free hand and shrugged “-aye. I’ll use it later,” he said, before standing once more with a bit of effort. With his thumb, he popped the cork again off the bottle of fire-whiskey and the sound of it bouncing on the ground echoed the small office. Moving closer, he offered the bottle to her own lips, the closest thing to affection Filch could manage to muster.

A different time? A different place? She could have been seen as beautiful to him. But poor Filch’s heart was so pickled by a spite more corrosive than battery acid, he only ever saw people with no romance or poetry.

Dorcas was both surprised and unsurprised at Argus’ SILENCE. She’d gotten so used to expecting E V E R Y O N E to argue with everything she said that she treated everything defensively. Although the more she thought about it, the more she realized she should have expected as much from Filch, because if ANYONE could understand hardship, it was him, even if their hardships were so different. He hardly seemed the type to compare apples to oranges. 

She was surprised at how validating it felt to be around another person and just think about what a horrible fucking world they lived in.

She raised an eyebrow when he offered her the drink. It was more affection than she or anyone probably could have expected from Filch ( as far as she could tell ). She even almost smiled when she said, “Ta.” She threw back a drink of his fire-whiskey and savored its harsh burn as it crawled down her throat. It briefly crossed her mind that it had been probably a year since the last time she’d had gigglewater, and she made a mental note to hunt some down. “I heard someone yesterday,” she said once she swallowed, “saying that they were going to quit drinking ALTOGETHER. Sounded like fucking lunacy. S’pose if you were one of them you could because you don’t have anything you don’t want to think about.”

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. ∙ • ✧  MARLENE MCKINNON

Marlene could here the jittering of an engine behind her, but she was enjoying the feeling of freedom she was getting from her joyride. The wind in her hair, battering against her skin, the smell of the oil and the sound of the engine making her feel alive as she sped across the country side. Then she could vaguely hear someone shouting and she turned her head towards the car that had pulled along side her. ‘’Dorcas?’’ she questioned as she pulled her bike into the side of the road. ‘’What’re you doing?’’ 

When Marlene pulled her bike to the side of the road Dorcas SLAMMED on her breaks, clutching the wheel until her knuckles were white as her heart leaped in her chest. The tires SCREECHED on asphalt and her engine screamed at her for making such a s t u p i d decision and Doe almost began to scream with it when, FINALLY, the old car came to a stop. She sat at the wheel, breathing hard and staring at the open road in front of her, and she could have sworn she could even hear her car make a slow and agitated sigh of relief. 

And then she was scrambling out, cursing the whole way at herself, at the car, and at the powers that be: “You bloody junking piece of - wanker!” Her foot contacted the wheel and she yelped, hopping backward and biting down on her knuckle, and the string of vulgarity finally ended.

Finally, she looked over at Marlene and immediately knew what a horrid person she was. Marlene was having... Well, she was feeling freedom, enjoying the world. It wasn’t a luxury most of them could have now, and whenever they got it, courtesy told everyone else to let them ride that cloud till they could ride it no longer. Dorcas had interrupted it when she shouldn’t have, all because she had some STUPID problems that were better solved in OTHER WAYS. 

She considered coming up with some kind of lie to make things sound less awful, but she knew that she couldn’t - or rather, wouldn’t - lie to Marlene. Code 4′s couldn’t trust many people, but at the very least they should be able to trust each other. “I could really fucking use a firewhiskey,” she admitted finally. “And last time I went and had a drink alone I got into a fist fight with some ARSEHOLE who grabbed my bum and I ended up in a muggle police station for six hours until Alice got me out at, like, four in the morning, and I still feel like a TWAT.”

“Fancy a pint? It’s on me.”

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