sugary sweet

isadora meadowes as written by chris for noxtms. 

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( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 )   —   syrupy sweet bakery ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 )   —   open

“there was a cupcake incident.” that was a bit of an understatement. isadora climbed up on a step ladder and was trying to scrub off the bright pink frosting that had splattered across the walls. “someone didn’t like the color frosting their partner picked out and threw them away, just not in the trash.” the bulk of it had already been cleaned up and the remains of the cupcakes had already been swept up and thrown away, but splotches of the frosting still stained the wall. “I don’t think i’m getting that out.”

[kxbellem]

location: outside the wet gillypad

status: open ( @startertms )

“oi! watch where you step!” knox grumbled at the newcomer. the last thing knox wanted to do was spend thirty minutes sweeping some of the ash off the ground from a fiery plant gone wrong accident. some asshole customer thought it’d be funny to leave a bunch of them at the front step of her shop. despite her prior annoyance though, she had to put on her best customer service face, like her mother taught her. knox set the broom aside and gave a pained—it was supposed to be welcoming—smile to the other, “welcome to the wet gillypad—no it’s not as dirty as it sounds—what can i help you with?”

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kxbellem​:

location: outside the wet gillypad

status: open ( @startertms )

“oi! watch where you step!” knox grumbled at the newcomer. the last thing knox wanted to do was spend thirty minutes sweeping some of the ash off the ground from a fiery plant gone wrong accident. some asshole customer thought it’d be funny to leave a bunch of them at the front step of her shop. despite her prior annoyance though, she had to put on her best customer service face, like her mother taught her. knox set the broom aside and gave a pained—it was supposed to be welcoming—smile to the other, “welcome to the wet gillypad—no it’s not as dirty as it sounds—what can i help you with?”

isadora was, admittedly, in a hurry. a last minute order calling for a hundred or so cupcakes with edible flowers incorporated in one way or another. she’d go to the arbortuem later, get what she could from them too, but the wet gillypad was the first stop on her list today, closer to her own shop. she didn’t notice the ash, barely watched her step at the request. “do you have any edible flowers? chamomile or rose or violas? or anything really. i’m not going to be particular today.”

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🥞 + 🍰 + 🍧

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

isadora isn’t a big breakfast person. she’ll always make sure that agnes has breakfast—pancakes and fresh fruit and the like—but isadora herself is much more likely to just eat an apple or a cup of yogurt.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

of course isadora is particular about types of cake. it’s the biggest part of her business. her personal favorite flavor doesn’t matter much because, truthfully, she doesn’t eat a lot of cake on her own anymore but she’s partial to a two layer white cake with a orange creme frosting.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

isadora has a few boxes of her own stuff from childhood but more notably she has almost all of dorcas’ stuff packed up in her attic. it was supposed to be donated, at least most of it, but isadora never got around it and now she thinks it’s too late. she stole one of dorcas’ sweatshirts before she died and it’s her favorite sweatshirt now, patched up and resewn a million times by now. 

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stainedglcss​:

     there were few places that dean actually frequented. besides his family home, the leaky cauldron, it would be any sort of craft store in his general vicinity. today he was visiting one of the store fronts not too far from his family’s home. his intention was to stop in quickly to pick up a few packages of extra construction paper his sister’s needed for whatever assignment was due this week, though his focus was pulled to some acrylic paints on an end cap. a grin pulling over his face as he noticed the excited little human running through the aisles. ‘ i still feel that way myself sometimes too, ’ he turned to face the woman. ‘ what’s the hobby ? ’ dean asked with curiosity. 

her own childhood had been spent in her family’s kitchen, dorcas and their father at her side while they learned recipes passed down the family through generations. dorcas eventually shifted her focus to studying her magic but isadora had stayed her track. agnes hadn’t shared the interest—at least not for anything more than a couple days at a time. isadora didn’t begrudge her that, only looked fondly at her daughter and her ever-shifting list of hobbies. “drawing. i think she saw some artist on tiktok who inspired her.” she said. “she’s tried charcoal before but this go around she wants to use markers.”

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hoggleswart​:

They  narrowly  miss  a  collision,   body  swerving  to  the  right  just  in  time  to  avoid  the  little  girl  as  she  rushes  to  what  appears  to  be  the  source  of  her  excitement.   Millie  has  never  been  particularly  maternal,   but  that  doesn’t  mean  they  haven’t  had  experience  or  dependents     :     siblings  that  run  amok  whenever  they  take  them  anywhere,   even  now  they’re  older  and  know  better.   It  makes  a  change  that  it’s  someone  else’s  for  once,   enough  that  they  don’t  feel  overly  irritated  at  the  almost  incident  as  much  as  they  understand.           ‘     She’s  still  better  behaved  than  my  youngest  siblings.   They’d  already  have  all  the  markers  out  the  packets  and  be  drawing  on  each  other.     ’           In  very  colourful  language  too,   they  have  no  doubts.   It’s  why  Millicent  shops  alone  these  days.           ‘     Another  hobby?   What  was  the  last  one?     ’

isadora could never really bring herself to try and get agnes to be a little less hyper and excitable. it was reminiscent of her own childhood excitement, that now-hazy feelings of excitement without care. it was something she wanted to preserve for as long she should. “painting. watercolor first, then acrylics. i’ve accepted that i’m never getting all the stains off the table but i think she had fun.” the cycle of hobbies was something that isadora had long since gotten used to. anything that agnes used would be stored away in an otherwise unused closet. and the handful of unused supplies would be packed up and sent off to some of the muggle schools in the area. 

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( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — a craft store in muggle london ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open ( @startertms​ )

agnes had ran back towards the aisles of expensive, professional markers the moment they walked into the craft store. isadora called out, told her to slow down but ultimately accepted that her daughter was going to ignore her in her rush to the right aisle. “she’s giving another hobby a go.” isadora explained to another patron of the shop. “it’s all very exciting for her so as long as she doesn’t run into anything, i’ll let her running around slide.”

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( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) —  syrupy sweet bakery, diagon alley ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —  closed ( 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ) —  “   forgive  me  if  i’m  a  little  skeptical .  ” ( 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) — oliviette zabini ( @hoggleswart​ ) !!

isadora’s smile did not waver, not for a moment. “well, while the orange dream cupcake is our cupcake of they day—” buy one and get a free cup of the drip coffee the bakery offered. the cupcake itself was simple, a vanilla cupcake with a lightly-flavored orange cream filling, iced with the same pastel orange cream with a darker orange edible glitter lightly sprinkled on top. “—and i assure you it’s an amazing flavor, one of my personal favorites. we do still offer a selection of classic cupcakes everyday.”

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woesbegone​:

“that’s…” her throat felt tight. the fact of the matter was that isadora’s sentiment was much KINDER than luca herself could ever muster, and the reasoning made her feel weird. she wasn’t like that. she hadn’t done anything kind for the masses. she didn’t have the time or the resources or even the care to do so, but it’s hard to reconcile that with yourself when someone so opposite stands before you like an oppositional mirror. “that’s good of you,” she manages, the shake of her head coming far easier, “no, they don’t. easily pleased and all that. or…- grateful. for anything.” 

it had been decades now since dorcas’s death. time did not stop for war nor for death nor for strife. isadora liked to believe her coping mechanisms had grown and matured alongside her. yet she found herself still hidden away in her kitchen whenever a reminder that war and death and strife once again repeated themselves in that horrid cycle—covered in flour and sugar and icing and far away from the life she led when she was closer to the war, when she tried to fight alongside her sister. “of course. makes things a bit easier for me. can i get a name for the order?”

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chacswins​:

His head snaps up from the clipboard he was writing on as he was helping to assess this patient. “This guy’s basically going to be out for hours, so I don’t think he’ll have a good use for one. But the healer taking care of him would love one.”

—

there was a longstanding discount for healers at the bakery—a standard 15% discount during the best of times and a slightly more substantial 30% off in the aftermath of attacks like this. it was policy, the sort of thing she tried to stick to in order to keep the lights on. policy, of course, did not stiffen her smile nor did it stop the offer on her lips, “of course. just me know what you’d like. and a name for when i drop them offer tomorrow.”

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lmortem​:

“Fabulous, darling!” Lorcan claps their hands together, standing from their seat next to occupied bed. The vampire had thought to visit some of those who where injured at the Derby ( whether they recognized the famed musician was a whole other story! ), but the unconscious victim laying before them brought up some ethical questions of feeding within Lorcan, who was stuffing blood bags into their coat pocket before Isadora arrived. “That is incredibly sweet of you. Do you need a hand? I would love to be of help.”

— ⋆  

for all isadora had fallen in the habit of helping out, of trying her best to offer even some small comfort in the form of a baked good packed with a bit too much sugar than any person should have, she hadn’t given much thought to how people could help out. she and her employees could handle the orders, those who weren’t sent out to take them were at the bakery, making the orders as they came in. but she offered a smile. “you could always help me take the orders.” or make a donation, something to help cover the cost of the free orders. but she wasn’t about to suggest that, not right now. 

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unfcttcrcd​:

kasper had been fortunate to escape the derby attack without any significant injuries - actually, he’d escaped without any injuries at all. but the same couldn’t be said for everyone in attendance. he knew a few of the injured, so he’d decided to pay them a visit. though, he’d quickly grown bored and sought refuge in the room of a sleeping patient. if he was caught off guard by isadora’s appearance, he hid it well. “right, do you have any red velvet?” he asked, his eyebrow arched, “they’re his favorite,” he pointed towards the sleeping patient. 

“we’re always ready to make the classics.” she held out the order pad—a simple form that she gave other to customers when they were at their busiest at the shop—and a ballpoint pen. “from flavor to fillings to icing and toppings, anything your heart desires is on the table right now.” she smiled. “just make sure to add a name and room number.” 

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woesbegone​:

adora was doing better. luca had actually gotten to go home the night before under strict instruction to take a warm shower and sleep in her own bed, one of those tasks infinitely easier than the other to complete ( and for once, it wasn’t the shower ; ezekiel must’ve had the water issue fixed while she was gone ). she’d tossed and turned for a few hours, long enough to leave the illusion of having done as asked, and then she’d headed back again - peacefully dozing off in the chair at her siblings side, getting left behind when the healers took them away for one of the endless checkups. she was flicking through one of the books they had on their cabinet when isadora entered, and she was primed and ready to refuse the offer, until the uttering of that magic word. “… free?” not for her, obviously. not for the uninjured. but adora, she thinks, might enjoy a treat. “my youngest got caught up in that shitshow of a derby… can you do them something sickly sweet?”

isadora had been lucky, had gotten out of the derby with her daughter at the first sign of trouble. she spent the aftermath in the kitchen, made enough cupcakes and brownies and cookies that after the second day she sent agnes to school with a tupperware container filled to the brim with sweets, her teacher asked her to stop. all the worry, all the anxiety, all the what-ifs into kneading dough and measuring sugar. “free. it’s not much but in my experience, even little things can help in times like this.” her smile was gentle. “of course. do they have a favorite sort of chocolate candy? it’s the easiest sort of incorporate into cupcakes.”

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( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — st. mungo’s ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open

isadora poked her head into the hospital room, smile bright despite the circumstances. “hey” she’d made it home safe, the same went for her daughter, but she’d gone to st. mungo’s a few days later nonetheless, notepad and pen and in hand. “if you are feeling up to it,” and if the healers are okay with it, goes unspoken, “i’m taking cupcake orders from those injured in the derby attack. free of charge.”

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chacswins​:

“Fuck.” The English language is complicated animal, with many idiosyncrasies and odd ways of describing situations. So perhaps fuck wasn’t the most flowery or mature thing to say when Damien was walking into the place he almost died in. But it felt most appropriate to him. 

As he does best, he slinks to the backs of each crowd, desperate not to be noticed in a place he most likely would be anyway. “This is,” He says out loud ( defeating his original idea. ) “Very fucking depressing.”

— ⋆

isadora had had a lot of time to sit in her grief, especially compared to the kids (because even eight years out, she still couldn’t help but see most of them as kids) that fought in the battle of hogwarts. eight years was nothing. it was yesterday, the pain so close to the surface.

 “memorials tend to be. somewhere quiet to remember and mourn.” she remembered dorcas most when she was joyous, when she was laughing and grinning. “it’s not for everyone, but they do seem to help some people.”

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( 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ) — originally published july 2007, part of a series detailing the lives of survivors of the first wizarding war ( 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ) — every application mentions how the narrator, whoever they are, has read a daily prophet article on your character, once. for some, it's kinda clear the sort of article the prophet might have chosen to write - after all, rita skeeter loved to publish gossip about hermione granger's conquests & some of these muses are criminals who probably had newspaper published bounties on their heads. for this prompt, all you're asked to do is to write the singular ( or one of presumably multiple ) article once published about your character. it can be headline worthy news or something that was just a footnote in the prophet - it's up to you ! 

HONORING THOSE THAT DIDN’T SURVIVE, ISADORA MEADOWES WANTS THE WORLD TO REMEMBER HER SISTER. dorcas meadowes has been described by family and friends as a young woman who was going to change the world if she got the chance. only twenty-five when she was murdered by he who shall not named himself, dorcas meadowes was a force to be reckoned with—a powerful witch and dedicated to justice. 

“her death almost destroyed me.” isadora meadowes, her younger sister, told me when i sat down to talk to her. at twenty seven, she’s now older than her sister ever was. “we won and dorcas was vital to the fight. right up until the day she was killed, she was a real threat to the death eaters. and i don’t want people to forget her.”

isadora recounted their childhood. she told me about their father and the hours he spent teaching his daughters the secret of baking. once, she told me, she and dorcas dedicate an afternoon to mastering one of his recipes for his birthday. 

now isadora spends her days running her own bakery, remembering those days when baking was a family affair and keeping her sister’s memory alive with every cupcake she sells.

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𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 — ★

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“every thing is half off for the rest of the weekend.” isadora offered. she never felt comfortable limiting the discounts for just survivors, the idea of asking someone making her feel a little sick. when it came to the memorial itself, her time, she thought, could be better spent here at the bakery. “feel free to get as much as you want. there’s no limit on this sale.”