#about dorcas

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And don't forget all the trouble we got into. We got something you can't undo. Laughing so damn hard crashed your dad's new car. All the scars we share. I promise I swear. Wherever you go, just always remember that you got a home for now and forever. And if you get low, just call me whenever, this is my oath to you. Wherever you go, just always remember you're never alone, we're birds of a feather. And we'll never change, no matter the weather, this is my oath to you.

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the basics:

name: dorcas leigh meadowes. age: twenty four. zodiac sign: scorpio. one good trait: loyal. one bad trait: stubborn.

habits:

one bad habit: sticking her nose where it shouldn’t be. one good habit: takes action. one habit they can’t break: smoking. one they’ve broken: falling for the wrong person. what they’re afraid of: losing the war, losing her loved ones, losing herself, voldemort himself & bees.

family:

their parents names: vernon & aurora meadowes. their siblings names: jason meadowes. favorite childhood memory: any of them she can remember. having lost most of her family members one way or another, she tends to recall anything from her childhood as her favorite. those nights in the kitchen with gran, the warmth of her mother and father, jason’s presence when she needed him most. every moment she can still remember is a moment she cherishes the most.  favorite childhood toy: she had this stuffed teddy bear that went everywhere with her until jason decided to tear it’s head off when she was eight. embarrassing story: the most embarrassing story to dorcas, one that still gets her to this day, is when she asked out her first crush to a hogsmeade date. it was the thing to do that year, for some reason, all the fourth year girls in gryffindor were putting on their brave faces and talking to all of those boys they fancy. dorcas, unfortunately, chose to fancy a rather snobby boy. he turned her down flat, in front of a group of his mates, and dorcas can still hear them taunting her to this date. of course, she did have her revenge, only a year later, when she transfigured each boy’s hair to a bright bubblegum pink color. it may have been a year in making but she’s a patient girl. favorite family member: gran meadowes. a story about that family member: “there is nothing wrong with you, not your skin and not your blood. if there’s anything i know, it’s that no matter what, there are going to be some people in the world who hate. don’t be someone who hates.” it happened when she was fifteen, when her grandmother sat her down and scolded her. she had received a letter shortly before easter holiday from dorcas’ head of house, professor mcgonagall. it was about how dorcas had gotten into both a duel and a physical fight with two separate students over them calling her a mudblood; despite her being a halfblood. they commented on her blood to be as dirty as her skin and she lost it. just having her favorite person in the world, her gran, telling her not to be someone who hates, she’ll always try to remember that no matter how hard it is sometimes. she needed to refrain from rising to anyone’s level with their hatred. except now, and she says sorry to gran every day, she really hates voldemort and his followers for what they’re doing to people who don’t deserve any of it.

what they prefer:

coffee or tea? coffee’s only when she needs to be awake until the early morning hours and even then she still would prefer tea. showering in the day or night? it allows her to sleep longer in the morning. taking baths or taking showers? while baths could be relaxing, she’d rather not hang out in dirty water. tv or movies? especially older movies and musicals. writing or reading? she’s a journalist, she’s made a career out of her love of writing. platonic or romantic love? friends all the way!! iced tea or lemonade? she actually doesn’t like either. ice cream or smoothies? something about digging into a thing of mint chocolate chip ice cream to cure whatever has her down. cupcakes or cake? they’re basically cake but smaller so you don’t feel as bad if you eat all of them, right? beach or mountains? she’s only been to a decent beach once and she’d prefer that over mountains any day. 

favorites:

song: i’ll be seeing you by billie holiday. band: it changes just as often as her hair. outfit: something with rips and holes & her worn out combat boots. place: gryffindor common room. memory: all those times where her and gran meadowes were dancing and singing in the kitchen with jason off to the side, sometimes harmonizing, but mostly watching. person: jason meadowes. movie: singing in the rain. show: n/a.

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                   T A U R I E S // april t w e n t i e t h *                    ↠ the cusp of POWER.

                            When the moon was shining bright before morning                                        I made a deal with the stars to keep holding,                                 shining bright to come and bring me back home.                                             The lights in my eyes, they disappeared—                    the visions in my mind are enough to keep me from fear.

Individuals born on the Aries-Taurus Cusp have a DOMINANT PERSONALITY—you always know when they are in the room, they can make quite an impression on those around them. Their FORCEFUL PERSONALITIES make them GOOD LEADERS when they choose to be. 

Aries-Taurus does not like to submit to the authority of others. They must beware of being OVERWHELMED by their own AMBITION. They are conflicted between their Aries and Taurus counterparts. Aries wishes them to be IMPULSIVE, ENERGETIC and INTUITIVE, while Taurus is PRACTICAL, SENSUOUS and WELL-GROUNDED. This may cause conflicts between PRACTICALITY and DREAMS. Aries-Taurus Cusp works well with Taurus TEMPERING FIERY BOLDNESS to a strong, determined realism. They may, at times, show a lack of emotional sensitivity that may be alarming to some.

Aries-Taurus must fight their IMMOVABLE NATURE with their FORCEFUL NATURE. It may take a long time for them to reach a balance that works well for them. They will need to learn to support their wish for stability with their AGGRESSIVE SIDE. 

Good at strategizing, they can overcome what may seem like OVERWHELMING ODDS. They prefer to follow their own instincts rather than follow the rules. This can cause trouble if they are not cautious. They may think they KNOW IT ALL, but they’ll get along better if they don’t act like it. 

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broken dreams // dorcas meadowes drabble

“Are you okay, Doe?” Lily’s voice was soft, but the atmosphere was burning hot. Burning white hot fire from Dorcas’ anger. The blonde shrugged the hand off her shoulder and walked towards the figure sitting in the dark damp corner of the cell.

“Of course I’m not alright! He’s going insane!” Her hand extended out, as if she could touch the man who sat in front of her. “He needs me…”

Dorcas Rose Meadowes didn’t plan to die, nor did she plan to leave Sirius behind but, fate had a fucked up way of changing things, and that it did. Her life ended when the wand of Lord Voldemort was thrust into her chest, and just like that… she was gone. Two days later, Lily and James joined her, and she cried. Cried for little Harry who lost his parents and his godmother all in the span of three days. But, she cried harder for Sirius, the man who lost his godson, brother, fiancee and soon his sanity all in those three days.

Sirius had situated himself in the corner of his cell, why he hadn’t turned into Padfoot yet the blonde would never know, but; he sat there, a far away look in his eyes.

“He’ll get out, Doe..” Lily’s voice floated to her ears again and it made the small cells lights flicker from the anger bubbling within her.

“He wasn’t given a trial! He’ll die here!” Dorcas’ hand extended out again, attempting to run through the long lifeless hair of her practically non-existent fiance.

“Doe, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You can’t put yourself through this anymore. You’re dead.” Lily’s motherly, yet stern voice boomed around the small room and Dorcas turned to the redhead, finally making eye contact.

"I know I am! But he needs me! He has no one else!” It was true, Sirius had no one. Prosecuted for a crime he never committed because of his last name meant everyone who once cared, didn’t anymore, including Remus. Peter had ran away, the rat living up to his Animagus form, while Remus was no where to be found and that’s how Dorcas came to visit Sirius every day.

Doe turned back to Sirius, his head looked up and it was almost as if they made eye contact, but she had to remind herself she was dead, he couldn’t see her. But, then Sirius turned to Padfoot and came towards her, almost as if he could see her. “You know I’m here, don’t you?”

“Come on, Doe.” Lily pleaded once more with her best friend, and Dorcas finally listened, turning to grab the other girls hand.

“Lets go see Harry, Lil.” And they were gone, just like that.

Sirius knew though, knew she came every day. Because, when he turned into Padfoot, he swore he could smell her and hear her voice. That scent and voice were the two things he was thinking of when he fell through the veil, and the first two things he actually heard and smelt when his eyes opened.

“I was there, I was always there.” Her lips landed on his, the first kiss they had experienced in years, and it was almost like they were their sixteen year old selves again.

“I know, I know. I smelled your scent and heard your voice. Merlin, I’ve missed you, Dorkass."

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you tell yourself // dorcas meadowes drabble

You tell yourself you remember nothing. You tell yourself the feeling of the wand digging into your throat still doesn’t give you cold sweats at night. They say when you escape something like that, you learn to deal with it - that the pain eventually leaves your body. You remind yourself daily that you were just being a loyal follower, that what you did you did to survive. Your parents had always told you it was your duty, your purpose in life. You try and suck it up, to suck air into your lungs but it’s like you’re thirteen again and you have asthma. Your body is laying in the hospital bed and you’re pretending everything will work out and you’ll be able to breathe again but you’re not sure.

Your childhood was spent being loud, being the RECKLESS of two children. Your brother was a Squib, and you had to be the one to protect and defend your family. You were the one climbing trees and falling down them. You were chastised for being too loud, for being too 'muggle-like’ and that’s when it all changes for you, and you’re not so sure why it did end up changing. You think back to your days at school and you realize when you began going down the wrong path. The Slytherin’s had always been ruthless, and they harassed you. You tried to become popular, the one trying to believe in herself and to begin her life.

It was in sixth year that a Slytherin appeared and told you that you weren’t able to be in Slytherin. You were too reckless, too loyal, and too loud. Then you became a spitfire, you took everything everyone said and threw it back in their face. You didn’t care what anyone thought about you anymore. You smiled, but the smiles were fake – they were to cover up everything you dealt with.

You found your place in a hospital, and everything began to make sense. Then, a Muggle walked into your life and took you by storm and it was like everything began to move in slow motion. He took you and made you see everything in color, and it was a whirlwind and you were married soon after. Then, in the middle of your training – you had to plan a funeral because a fight broke out when word broke of your marriage and at nineteen you were a WIDOW. You complete the training and everything is back in black and white, and you laugh for the first time in Hogsmeade and the sound is so foreign to you that you don’t understand how it’s been two years since your husband was lowered into the ground.

You’re twenty-four now, and you’re dancing because everything makes SENSE and you’re a professional Healer and the sting of Isaac dying has begun to lower and not hurt as bad. You try to remember your childhood, and it doesn’t come back in black and white but in full-fledged color. You have memory of the war flash through, and the sight of your withering body on the ground doesn’t send you into a panic anymore. The sight of Voldemort flashes in front of you and his green light doesn’t hit you. Everything has begun to make sense.

[doedoedorcas-blog]

New plans for Doe.

She's a half-blood.

Her middle name is "Katherine" not "Amelie".

Her mother is Australian.

There is French in her blood line from her fathers side but not enough for Dorcas to know how to speak it.

She's from a middle class family who lives in a cottage.

Once had a sister who left them for she had too many arguments over the difference of opinions between her and her parents. She left Doe a simple circle shaped locket on a necklace and a note that said, "I'm sorry, Doe-Doe."

She struggles with a self image issue.

(Anything else I should add? Please. I need input.)