( body + soul. )

dorcas alexandria meadowes. ravenclaw. seventeen. pureblood. quiet, usually. player of wizards chess. member of the slug club and astronomy club. quidditch captain. ready to kick your arse. macdonald, evans and mckinnon trash. verified kicker of rabastan's arse, fixer of his hair and source of sanity. (daughter of a death eater and an order member. utterly terrified.)

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themssrmoony:

The impact to his back caused Remus to let out a sound but as Dorcas’ voice quickly followed he let himself calm down. Grateful that someone had literally ran into him, that he wasn’t alone, and to know that Dorcas was okay- that she had managed to get away. Though his stomach twisted at the fact he didn’t know about anyone else. Didn’t know if James and Sirius and Peter and Lily were safe or not… Her words pulled him from his thoughts and he looked down at the front of his shirt for a second, squinting against the dim light. “I think so?” There had been so much chaos, cursing flying every direction, people running and screaming, collisions with bodies and wands and curses- It had all been a blur and he couldn’t exactly remembered what happened to cause the wound. “I’ll be fine though- I’ve had worse.”

His eyes quickly scanned over Doe, searching for any signs of injuries but it was hard to do so in the darken corridor and without his wand. “Are you okay?” He asked, wanting to say more but fell instantly silent as footsteps could be heard quite far away. The fear and panic seemed to have ebbed away, now the only thing on his mind was to help the others- help anyone that they could. But without their wands, what were they supposed to do. Looking at Doe he ran a hand over his face, “We gotta do something.” He finally muttered, “Anything. I need to make sure everyone is safe- Even the bloody Slytherins…”

Dorcas ignored the noise that spilled from Remus’ lips, one of her hands wrapped around his arm. She could feel the concern radiating from herself in waves, her gaze warm and conflicted - the pain that she was feeling from her leg distracting as she glanced him over. The wound didn’t seem like it was pouring blood anymore, which was good, but it still looked painful. She pressed her lips together to stop herself from snapping at him, knowing tensions were running high and she couldn’t afford to lose him, whether it was in the corridors or she really did lose him. “You better be sure.” Her voice was gentle, terse, and she gently rubbed her thumb over the crook of his elbow. She couldn’t even remember where Lily had been. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her own best friends smiling. It all felt so far away, so long ago, although it had only been minutes. “I’m not sure whether to bombard you with questions about that or what.”

Doe subconsciously shuffled her left leg away, hiding it beneath the fabric of her dress as she nodded. “I’m fine, Rem.” Her voice felt obliterated, but she sounded more calm than she did after exams. Her senses, heightened, heard the footsteps coming and clenched her jaw shut. She needed to find the others. She knew Marlene was somewhere in the hallways, she couldn’t have gotten far, and Regulus, too, was out here somewhere - Rabastan was somewhere, Mary had hightailed it out of there and everyone else was nowhere to be seen. “We can’t go up to the dorms. They could follow us. We have to find the others.” Her words are mumbled, her head leaning on the wall next to Remus. She didn’t have time to pick apart the last comment, knowing people didn’t understand that her distrust of Slytherin’s didn’t inherently exist. “Did you see anyone else? Before we got stuck here?”

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Hallway

The hall had descended into chaos in what must have been just a matter of seconds. Students running everywhere, more of the mysterious hooded figures appearing wherever she looked, hexes and curses being thrown. Marlene’s first and immediate response was to fight, but when she felt the small pocket she’d hidden on her dress, her wand was gone. The Gryffindor had enough common sense to know that she couldn’t defend herself against these people - whoever they were - if she couldn’t use magic. Her next option was to bolt for the doors. 

She’d barely made it out when the huge doors of the Great Hall slammed shut behind her. Marlene didn’t look back. She needed to go somewhere, do something. She walked until she’d put a sufficient amount of space between herself and the Great Hall. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes later when she stopped to lean against one of the castle’s stone walls and tugged off her heels, only then noticing the gash on her shoulder.

“Fuck,” Marlene groaned and threw her shoes against the floor, the sound echoing throughout the corridor.

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Dorcas had been attempting to drag Regulus onto the dance floor, teasing him the way she always did, her arm loosely linked around Rabastan’s when the doors burst open. There was nothing that she could do to protect either of them, nothing that she could do to protect the people who were, for all intents and purposes, family. She’d been separated from the both of them when they’d all dashed for the doors, her shoes kicked off under the table and her sleeve suddenly empty of her wand. Her bag remained clutched in her fists, as she knocked herself against one of the masked men, the spell he was casting hitting her left leg, tearing through her dress and the impact itself leaving an impression on her arm.

She’d only just elbowed him in the face when the doors slammed shut behind her, trapping him on the other side. Dorcas couldn’t just stay there - all logic said she needed to go get help, but the Entrance Hall was just as bad as the Great Hall had been. She also considered going up to the common rooms, and threatening somebody (namely, the Fat Lady) until she was let in - but then the younger years wouldn’t be safe anymore. Her bare feet barely made a sound as she crept around the exterior corridors, her shoulders tensing before she heard Marlene’s voice.

“Marls?” Dorcas spoke softly, her stomach in knots as she crept closer. “Marls, are you okay?” She spoke as quietly as she could, hand resting lightly on the wall next to her.

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The Hallway

Remus could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he rounded another corner, his mind racing over what the hell he was supposed to do. He was out in the open, he had no wand, he needed to get back and help people- Needed to make sure that everyone was safe- To keep himself safe. Remus rounded another corner, sliding slightly as his legs propelled him forward but he caught himself and his eyes scanned his surroundings quickly. It seemed that he was safe, that no one was currently around, that he couldn’t help the way he seemed to jump at each small noise. For the briefest of seconds he pressed his back against the cold stone wall, trying to take in what happened, trying to figure out if the blood staining his shirt was his or someone else’s.

But that wasn’t the important thing- he would be fine. What he needed to do was figure out a plan, needed to get back into the Great Hall, do whatever he could to make sure his mates- and even people he didn’t get along with were safe. Though he had no wand, hadn’t seen anyone else around, and had no clue what was happening. Remus gave a shake of his head and took a deep breath, it only lasted a second before a sound at the opposite end of the corridor had him taking off again. His eyes scanning around everywhere- hoping that he would run into someone- anyone besides the hooded figures and they could figure out what to do next.

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Dorcas had known the minute she couldn’t find her wand that she needed to get out. That she needed to get somewhere safe. It was just her luck that she ended up stranded in the hallways, the stairways crawling with hooded figures and her friends nowhere to be seen. She could still hear their shouts of the Cruciatus curse ringing in her eardrums, that pure adrenaline feeling like fire racing through her system, her bag clutched in her left hand and her shoes abandoned in the Great Hall. She could only hope that nobody was dead. That nobody was seriously hurt. That the younger years were safe. That they had no clue what was going on in the castle below them. She slid around another corner, her feet hitting the floor before she caught herself against a tapestry, ignoring the way her left leg was bruised and bleeding. 

She hadn’t seen Rabastan; she had no clue if he was safe, or if he was in a similar condition to her. She hadn’t seen her girls, that flash of panic flooding her because she had no idea if any of them were safe. She hadn’t seen Remus, hadn’t seen Regulus, hadn’t seen Ophelia, hadn’t seen Sirius, anybody. She tried to make as little noise as possible, a hiss leaving her mouth as she banged her leg against the cold brick walls. She saw a familiar figure just ahead, that familiar slightly messy head of hair sending a pang of warmth through her. She collided with his back as he ran, words spilling from her lips as she hurriedly tried to quiet them both. “Rem - Remus! Remus, shh, it’s me. Shit - is that blood? Is that yours?” Her bag dropped to the floor next to them, the darkness around them making it difficult for her to see. She was already over having lost her wand; already over having no way to check that people were okay.

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bcllaxblack:

“We’ve all been there…” Bella turned at the sound of Dorcas’s voice. “Though I think I tend to lose my shoes before getting near any bushes..”

“Some more than others, due to some very expensive champagne. I can relate to that. They just get so constrictive when you've been in them for too long... That mixed with bushes, the company of Rab, Walden, Rod, Evan and many boring speeches, has led to more than once, me ending up in said bushes.” Dorcas flashed a grin at her, almost wolf-whistling as she glanced her up and down. “You’re looking stunning, as usual.”

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themssrmoony:

“Radiant and happy? You sure about that?” Remus laughed, “Much nicer than what the mirror shouted to me when I was getting ready. Something about looking like I was half dead and needed a hair cut.” He grinned though it grew even more as her comment about Sirius’ moisturizer. “Oh, you know it. That’s how I look so youthful and as you put it, ‘radiant’. Speaking of radiant though, you look amazing Dorcas!” He beamed widely back at her.

“It must just be my presence, then,” Dorcas tilted her head, letting her short hair brush her shoulder as she teasingly smiled up at him. “You know, those mirrors are far too brutal. And it isn’t even the truth, anyway. You look fantastic, as always.” She couldn’t help the way the happiness spread across her features, a warmth settling in her bones. It’d been far too long since she’d seen Remus smile like this; it’d been far too long since she’d felt like socializing with this many people. Usually, the impossibly different sides of her life never mixed. “Sirius always did know where to buy the best moisturizer. Even when he was seven...” Dorcas shakes her head in amusement, knowing that to everyone around them, she looked insane. “Ah, thanks,” Dorcas felt her cheeks redden, her lips twitching up into a wry smile. “I’m glad that I’ve actually managed to get the mud off my shins from Quidditch practice. It would not have been a good look.”

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rxbxstxn:

Rabastan couldn’t help but laugh at her response, always feeling lighter than air when Dorcas was around. “Yeah, you just wanted to have a look at the peacocks, right.” He rolled his eyes at her, his tone laced with sarcasm. “That comment hurts you know, we’re great guys who would love to see up your dress, drunk or not.” Moving his hand down slightly, he moved to take a hold of her hand, not caring if anyone saw – most people knew they were est friends anyway, and stepped away slightly to get a better look at her. For a moment, he was silent and he then shook his head, remembering to speak. “Wow, Doe. You look stunning. You seem to have stolen my colour though.”

Dorcas tilted her head, grinning at the sound of his laughter. The rest of the students trickled past them, Dorcas having grabbed a spot at the table she knew would eventually fill up with the other purebloods they’d hung around with as kids. “Okay, I may have been a tiny bit drunk. But I really did want to have a look at the peacocks. It just so happened I ended up in a bush instead.” She snorted lightly, smoothing down his suit sleeve as she did. “I’m not sure any of you’ll ever get the pleasure. Drunk or otherwise.” She faux-glared at him, her gaze softening as he moved to take a hold of her hand. She’d long since grown out of being self conscious when he was holding her hand, letting him stretch her arm as he looked her up and down. She could feel his skin, half-covered by her lace sleeves. “You always know what to say to make me feel special.” She offered him a teasing grin. “I didn’t know you had a monopoly on black, Rab. And, I must say, you are looking very handsome this evening. Champagne?” 

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malady-mallory:

“Fuck.” Mal laughed, walking forward with two glasses of champagne in her hands, passing one over to her friend. “Now that sounds like a party I could get behind.”

Dorcas hummed in delight when she saw the glass of champagne, taking it and raising it to her lips. “I would’ve loved it if you had been there. It was just me, the Black girls and the boys club. I ended up sharing a bed with two of them. I woke up with an elbow in my eye. Bottom’s up.” She raised her glass before she took a swig. She’d long since grown used to refilling glasses; it was a tad unsettling at first.

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themssrmoony:

At first he was a little taken by surprise at the hand that wrapped around his arm but smiled fondly as he saw it was Dorcas. “Rose bushes and peacocks, sounds like the start to a very, very interesting story and night.” Remus laughed softly.

“From what I recall, there was a lot of very potent champagne. Three of us ended up sharing a bed.” Dorcas tilted her head with a grin, laughing quietly. “You’re looking happy tonight, Mr. Lupin. What’s your secret to looking so radiant? Is it Sirius’ moisturizer?” 

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rxbxstxn:

“I tried to help you, but you were too drunk to stand up. Besides, we all got a good look up your dress that night.” Rabastan didn’t even need to look to the left of him when he felt a familiar hand curl around his elbow, to know who it was. A smirk tickled the edge of his lips as he thought about that night, teasing her completely – he had of course covered her modesty.

“You are such a little shit!” Dorcas let out, her other hand coming to lightly push against Rabastan’s arm as she pouted at him. “I was not that drunk! I just wanted to get a closer look at the peacocks. And Merlin knows if I had shown anybody up my dress, it would not have been any of you rowdy boys.” She spoke as she smoothed out her dress, her lips curving into a grin as she nudged his shoulder, her fingers curving around his wrist before she tilted her head. “And I seem to recall that all of us were pretty drunk.” 

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starseeker-reg:

Regulus smiled as he felt Dorcas loop arms with him, turning to look up at his friend who was, for the first time since they were kids, actually taller than him. "God don’t remind me about the peacocks Dorcas. Those things give me the creeps.”

Dorcas rested her hand on his forearm, smiling at him. “The peacocks were the best part. I think I called one of them Pecky. He was fearless. They’re not that creepy. A little unsettling, considering they’re pure white, but otherwise perfectly ordinary birds. By the way, nice suit, Reg.”

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Dorcas curled her hand around the nearest person’s arm, stepping in line with them as she held a faint smile on her lips. “The last time I was in heels this high, I ended up in the Malfoy rose-bushes. With the peacocks.”

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Dorcas Meadowes’ black formal dress (longer than the knee, technically - the slit doesn’t count). Her hair, cut shorter than it has been in three years, brushes against her shoulders lightly (cut earlier that morning, with Mallory and Alice supervising); her make-up fashioned into a natural look (even though she’s wearing what feels like 86 different products on her face); her stilleto’s courtesy of her years of running in the pureblood circle (high-end, price-y and more comfortable than any other heels she’s ever owned) and the only jewelry she wears to events like this, her earrings (the double piercing on her auricle missing for the night) and the ring she’s had since she was nine on her middle finger (perfect, she claims, for flipping Rabastan off jokingly).

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