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there had to have been a thousand thoughts and feelings coursing through frank’s body at the sound of dorcas’ voice. guilt, anger, relief, happiness… as he turned to face her, he wasn’t even sure what emotion it was that had WON. he studied her face, taking note of the flicker of a smile that crossed her beautiful features. “i get that,” he replied quietly, his voice taking on a hint of affection; he didn’t have it in him to fight with her today. he chuckled as he turned back to the lake, skipping another pebble across the lake’s surface. “i’m only ever here to haunt you, meadowes. somebody’s gotta keep you in line.”
“ we may be back in hogwarts, but you’re not a prefect anymore, ” she pointed out, a breath of air that might have been laughter escaping from her lips. suddenly, she was at a loss for words. it had been a long time since they’d been alone together, and she wondered what the hell it was about the school that kept making their paths converge. “ truth be told, i’m at a loss here, ” she admitted quietly. they were standing close enough for her shoulder to brush against his arm, and any other day she would have pulled back as if burnt, but this time she didn’t move away. “ if you tell me to go, i’ll go. ” she watched the pebble he’d thrown skim across the surface of the lake, and when she spoke again her voice had a teasing edge to it. “ i won’t even argue. ”
dorcas was quiet, but lily could tell what she was feeling, because she was feeling it too. the nostalgia from returning to hogwarts was only heightened by the melancholy mood around them. lily couldn’t help but smile fondly at her friend’s question. “ — there’s no harm in trying. come on, nobody will notice we’re gone and the school’s empty for the summer. ”
“ c’mon then. ” lily’s smile was mirrored on dorcas’ face as she placed her empty glass down and hooked an arm through her friend’s, tugging the other girl towards the castle. “ kind of strange being back, don’t you think? ” even after two years, everything was as dorcas remembered it, as if hogwarts was forever untouched by time. the only thing that ever changed was the students that roamed the unchanging halls.
hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry; great hall
august 30
4:05pm
ariel let out an exaggerated sigh, swinging her glass back and forth dangerously. “i don’t know why everyone keeps saying this is nice. it’s just a bunch of people memorialising a guy who just wanted to throw dementors around left right and centre.” she took a long sip from her glass, finishing the white wine in one go. “i mean, he was sure great and all, but don’t you think he deserves to be remembered for the truth?”
“ magical folk don’t seem to like the truth very much, ” dorcas snickered lightly. “ but it’s nice to be back here, i suppose. not to be grossly sentimental, but i’ve missed this place. ” she paused to grab a glass of wine from a passing waiter, taking a long sip; she was here solely out of obligation, and the alcohol was a welcome distraction from all the political talk going on amongst the ministry workers who were present. “ do you think we’re too old to be breaking the rules? or do the rules not apply to us anymore? ”
“ — i don’t know about you, but this is NOT how i wanted to see hogwarts again, ” lily murmured to the person standing next to her. it wasn’t that she was greatly mourning minister minchum – in lily’s opinion, he was just another minister who was more concerned about seeming like he was effecting change rather than the change itself. but the fact that he had been murdered by persons unknown with motives unknown who could be in their midst right now cast a sinister, uneasy shadow over the castle.
“ you’ve always been something of an optimist, ” dorcas murmured back, fondness for her friend colouring her voice despite the sombre affair. “ truth be told, i didn’t think i’d be back here at all, so there’s that. ” she went quiet then, contemplative. it’d only been two years since she’s last seen these familiar castle walls, but it felt like a lifetime had passed. times had been simpler back then, and dorcas felt a sudden overwhelming wave of nostalgia. “ do you think the fat lady would let us in without a password? she’s always liked you. ”
hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy; great lake
august 30
11:24am
frank watched as he skipped another rock across the lakes surface. it bounced, bounced, bounced, before s e t t l i n g in the depths below. he fiddled with the few rocks left in his hand, running his thumb across the cool surface – he’d heard this was somewhat of a calming device. before he went to skip another rock, he felt someone moving behind him. “if you’ve come to ask what the body looked like, i’m not really in the mood to answer.”
it was easy enough to spot the lone figure standing by the lake, even easier to recognise them. despite how everything had ended between them–– despite the fact that sometimes she could still hear the angry words they had flung at each other... seeing him again here made something coil in her chest, not quite uncomfortable, like an echo of the affection she once held for him. “ i just needed a breather. ” she moved to stand beside him, the ghost of a smile on her lips as her gaze flicked over to him. “ seems like i can’t ever catch a break with you around, longbottom. ”
KRYSTAL JUNG —— Was that DORCAS MEADOWES? I heard the NINETEEN year old GRYFFINDOR alumni is now an AUROR. Fitting, seeing as how she’s siding with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. They always were LOYAL and SELFLESS, though sometimes they could be AGGRESSIVE and STUBBORN. Some used to call them THE INSURGENT.
dorcas is a half-blood. her mum is a pureblood, a descendant of the old urquart family, but got disowned for falling in love with a muggle (i.e. dorcas’ dad)
growing up, she never understood why she never had any family on her mother’s side. the first time she saw her mother cry was when she asked about the family situation, and she’s resented the whole pureblood supremacy mindset ever since
dorcas had a fairly normal childhood, attending regular primary school before hogwarts because her parents wanted her to socialise with other kids her age
she was a slytherin-gryffindor hat stall, but she was so offended by the notion that she could possibly be a slytherin that the hat eventually sorted her into gryffindor
she joined the quidditch team in her second year, playing as a beater because hitting a bewitched 150 pound iron ball was a good way to channel her aggression
she can come across as distant and uncaring, because she doesn’t trust people very easily, but once she considers someone a friend, her loyalty knows no bounds
honestly, there’s almost nothing she wouldn’t do for the people she cares about
she’s 100% chaotic good; one time in her fifth year, she punched a bully and didn’t regret it despite breaking a finger and landing a whole month of detention
in her sixth year, she was called to the principal’s office in the middle of transfiguration class. as she walked through the empty corridors, dorcas had a sinking feeling in her gut that she knew the reason why she’d been summoned, but that didn’t make hearing that her parents had been found murdered in her family home any easier
the summer before seventh year, she returned to home to an empty cottage. the place had been tidied up after the crime scene had been processed, but dorcas thought she could hear her parents’ screams in the silence anyway. she couldn’t even make it through the first night; after lying awake in bed for way too many hours, she finally packed her bags and left, finding herself at the macdonald household
she pays a housekeeper to clean the place, but she hasn’t been back since then. as graduation approached, instead of moving back home permanently, dorcas asked mary if she wanted to find a place with her. they’ve since settled in an apartment in muggle london. it’s not in the best condition, but it’s theirs, and there are no bad memories there
speaking of mary macdonald, everyone kind of just assumes that they’re dating and neither of them really bother to correct people, but the truth is that dorcas doesn’t mind because she’s pretty much in love with her best friend anyway
has a very strong sense of justice but is way too impulsive and rebellious to go into politics, which is why she decided to become an auror instead
that, and the fact that she kind of has a problem with authority. she honestly hates being told what to do, and will literally go out of her way to do the opposite of what’s asked of her if she feels like she’s being ordered around without good cause
certified reckless asshole™ like, she’s totally the sort of person who would raid a death eater hideout alone because she thought the backup was taking too long
her fight against voldemort and the death eaters is very personal, and while she’s certainly not a minority in that aspect, she’s especially bad at not letting her emotions dictate her actions. part of the reason why she hunts down death eaters so viciously is because she’s acting on her anger, and she’s aware that she’ll probably only stop being so angry once voldemort is dead. or she is. she tries not to think too much about that
lowkey doesn’t think she’ll make it out of the war alive though, which is why she’s so insistent on being a thorn in voldemort’s side. but it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, because the more she goes out of her way to piss him off, the bigger the target on her back becomes, but she’s never been the sort to do anything half-heartedly so
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