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HP FANCAST | mariana santana as dorcas meadowes

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Remus Lupin, Dorcas Meadowes and Peter Pettigrew at the beach

- taken by James Potter, Summer of 2014

#( ch: remus lupin. )#( ch: peter pettigrew. )#queue beyond measure

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“What are you two doing?”

“We are obviously cuddling.”

“Am I invited?”

“No.”

Amelia Bones and Dorcas Meadowes at Amelia’s birthday party, taken by the excluded Mary MacDonald.

#this had to have happened once #( ch: amelia bones. )#( ch: mary macdonald. )#( dormelia: you're my person don't be a hero. )#( macmeadowes: survival is a talent. )#queue beyond measure

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character posters: dorcas meadowes

“but without amelia there to make her stronger. without remus there to make her human, without peter there to make her belong… dorcas meadowes was a frightening thing.” [insp.]

#( in the land of gods & monsters i was an avenging angel. )#bye #queue beyond measure

Dorcas: You’re pregnant.

Lily: Oh man, Sirius told you?

Dorcas: Nope. You’re drinking decaf coffee, which you usually only do in the afternoon, you’re wearing an empire-waist dress and loose shoes ‘cause your feet are already swelling. I’d put you at nine, maybe ten weeks.

James: Merlin, you’re observant.

Dorcas: Yes, I am. Yes, I am. By the way, when did you make the switch to boxer briefs?

James: Yesterday!

#THIS IS HER #IM LAUGING #( ch: james potter. )#( ch: lily evans. )#she's so observant

collinslily

mother, i am trying. i cover up my bruises, i rub my scars. mother, i am trying. i scratch at my tears, i yank at my heart. mother, i am trying. i reach up to the stars, i try to pull them down. mother, i am trying. i bury my hands in the dirt, searching for something cleaner than my soul. mother, i am trying. i plead for help, i beg for mercy. i ask them to see, to please please see. there is something else, there is more to me.

but it is oh so hard to be loved (p.b)

#( spilled ink. )#queue beyond measure

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I carry the battle in me.

A Six Word Story | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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The 8th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to being asked if they're a virgin

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#L O L O L OFGHRPIEWHFIER #this isn't even important there just needs to be some happy on the dash and silly #queue beyond measure

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houses + secondary colours | more here

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peter pettigrew.

—– OR FIGHT. Her words struck him deep. Fingers wrapping tightly around an old broom handle, willing it to give him strength. To give him anything. But it was useless and worn. “I - I know, Dorcas. I know-” his words caught in his throat. He felt like a coward. Why did the sorting hat put him in GRYFFINDOR? Why did his friends insist that he was brave? He had no buisness being in any war. Peter belonged beneath a rock, far underneath the soil where no light could ever reach. He was useless. A quivering boy, too afraid to move. He could use a wand, yes. Peter had always prevailed in charms, but it was his heart that questioned his abilities. It made him weak.

“I want to fight. I do, but - but I can’t…” his voice came out small, his chest heaving. The tie that was around his neck had been loosened and his over-priced coat discarded. He couldn’t breath with all the layers. Not now. But she was right, he couldn’t run. Though he couldn’t fight either. “Apparate me. Just do it, Dor. Get it over with!”

It wasn’t the time for him to beat himself up, she knew that so she took his hand, and before she apparated, she squeezed it. It was meant as a signal to let him know that she was there, that she understood the fear to a point -- that she didn’t judge him for his choice and that it was okay. It was always okay to choose SURVIVAL for yourself. In a pop, they were in her apartment and she went to wrap him in a hug.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to be okay, I promise. You’re going to be fine, Peter,” she squeezed her arms tighter around Peter, and though she knew she wasn’t the best at comfort, the best at physical contact and hugs -- she’d read that in times of stress, comforting physical contact helped. Peter’s fear was RADIATING off of him like an aura and it made her remember why she chose to be a Hit Witch in the first place -- to make sure that horrible people wouldn’t effect wonderful people like Peter. So, they could be protected and feel safe.

“You’re safe here, I PROMISE, You trust me right?” she pulled away, looking him in the eyes for a moment, giving him a quick, reassuring smile, then taking inventory of her apartment making sure it hadn’t been infiltrated. It was safe. “If you need anything, food or a drink -- I save some wine for Amelia -- take all you need. Er,” a deep breath, “before I go back, would you like to watch me put up some protection spells??”

#( ch: peter pettigrew. )#im upset tho she gives him strength just lay me down im gone #if dorcas knew that man #100% increase in protectiveness #THANKS FOR THOSE TAGS U ASSHOLE #and lol i'd love for them to work together too but dorcas is like it's okay buddy i can work enough for the both of us #just don't get in my way and we're good i got your back #maybe that's why voldemort kills her personally :///#( event: hbd minister. )#but also she's not trusting with physical contact that much like only a handful of people would get hugs from dorcas so

“Listen, I know I’m not an Auror but I’m a better dueler than half of the Aurors they let in so --” Dorcas dropped to the floor as a spell flew over their heads. Trying to convince some of the Aurors that she was there to help protect and not just to take out some of the Death Eaters ( though, she definitely wanted to ) was a struggle because they saw her as a knock off version of them -- she still did. Her wand raised as she got up quickly, checking to see who’d sent the curse their way. “PROTEGO!!” she screamed as another spell came her way before throwing a non verbal disarming charm their way. “Oi, I’m the one that tries to kill you for a living why don’t you have at me instead of any of them?? YOU FUCKING COWARD!!”

#stillstarter #so she can be talking to and protecting ur character and they could be suspicious #or they could be an auror she's convincing or they could be a ministry person or a civilian whos like?? no??#or they could be totally fine or defend her against them #or u can be the death eater attacking #is this starter dramatic #yes #do i care #no

[text] I feel like I cold have been bitchier and missed an opportunity.

[ text ]: Oh, you really did. Tell me about it though so you can be prepared for next time. Because there will be a next time. Watch. [ text ]: Were you witty though? That’s always a plus.

#( ch: emmeline vance. )#sugarqvill

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#( ch: remus lupin. )#lol dorcas has issues #xmocnyis

peter pettigrew.

They were safe, hidden in a broom closet away from the craziness echoing on the other side of the door. Anxiety poured over him. He could hear what the other was saying, what they were demanding, but Peter couldn’t. —– “No, y-you don’t understand! I can’t! We can make a run for it. We don’t have to apparate.”

Dorcas was unfortunately made for situations like this -- it’s why she’d dreamed of being an Auror since she knew about the profession, because she knew she could serve and protect, and duel these masked bastards. But she was not an Auror, she didn’t get into the academy, and she chose being a Hit Witch as her profession which didn’t require her to be a civil servant. Not in the slightest.

But she felt she needed to be out there.

At the same time, if she couldn’t quell Peter’s nerves, couldn’t do something to protect him -- she wouldn’t be protecting EVERYONE would she? It was a precarious situation, because if Peter couldn’t handle something like this -- why the hell was he in the Order?? This life wasn’t for everyone, but it made her wonder -- though it was something to file away for later.

( Did he wonder the same things she did?? )

“Peter, I’ll apparate you out then I’ll come back but if you can go out there and just run away in the face of ALL THIS, mate, then -- I just -- it’s not important now but running away isn’t an option. It’s apparate or fight. -- --- I’m sorry, Pete.”

#she's like made for these situations and weirdly calm but lol #she's also itching to get out there and fight #( ch: peter pettigrew. )#( event: hbd minister. )#this is long u dont have to match btw

c0ntemplations

She liked messy beds and movie nights without any lights on. She liked the quiet company of a few good friends. Her idea of love was gentle and silent, like a whisper of a touch. Some things are magical and magic, contrary to popular opinion, is often found in the most ordinary of places.

12/18/15. (via c0ntemplations)

#( spilled ink. )#( in the land of gods & monsters i was an avenging angel. )

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#( ch: emmeline vance. )#sugarqvill

frank longarse.

“At least I’m not the ONLY one who’s a bad employee,” said Frank, sounding nearly relieved. A laugh slipped past his lips and he shook his head — in disbelief of his and Dorcas’ failure to know these things. “D’ya really think he’s that old?? My guess was more nearing the late sixties, but I’ve never been good at estimating ages.”

“Oi!! I’m not a bad employee, I just could give less of a shit about people’s birthday’s like that, it’s not like the dear old man is my friend or somethin’,” she defended herself, still not taking herself quite seriously. “Late sixties?? You can be that YOUNG here and be Minister?? I thought sixty here was the new thirty in the muggle world??”

#( ch: frank longbottom. )#( event: hbd minister. )#queue beyond measure

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