#dmeadowes

[d3molition-lov3rs]

just updated my dorcas x marlene summer of like au. give the new chapter a read here :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131291/chapters/165873058

[x-remus]

Dated: 3 July, 1979 Location: Rosier Records; London

“Are they any good?” Remus asked, nodding at the record. “The name is a little– well, it’s not exactly subtle.”

@dorcasisntdeadyet​

[d3molition-lov3rs]

more sapphic emo angst incoming,,, soon,,,,

[x-remus]

[Play Video] 20 secs of Timeless by Badfinger behind a shot of an empty window and record player.

Remus: I think this one might be my favorite

[x-remus]

Dated: 11 February, 1979 Location: Hospital Wing; Hogwarts @dorcasisntdeadyet

He could hear her lying awake in the bed next to his: the sharp and sudden inhale of a breath and the shifting of weight on a thin mattress. The werewolf froze at the sound, dark circles under his own eyes evidence of sleepless nights to match. Beneath his heavy jumper, a chill that had had nothing to do with the weather signaled to the werewolf that he was intruding, just as he had known he was intruding when he had heard the words she had shared with the matron the night before. And yet, he couldn’t force himself to lay still any longer.

Swinging his legs to the side of the bed took more effort than he would admit. The tightness in his chest didn’t let him risk standing. Pale hand gripping tightly onto his wand with measured focus, he allowed the end to rest on the edge of the fresh glass the matron had supplied earlier, careful not to spill a drop. And then after another long steadying breath, the cup of water lifted, gently brushing past the gap in the curtain and moving towards the bed-table beside him.

He didn’t dare make a sound until two stray words escaped his scarred lips.

“You okay?”

[x-remus]

Dated: 16 August, 1978 Location: Madam Puddifoot’s; Hogsmeade Village Group B: @rosalindnott, @asilvercarolining, @dorkassmeadowcs, @jakegoldenstein

Remus immediately felt out of place the moment he stepped foot inside the tea shop. Despite being tucked in a smaller road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village, the building was was impossible to miss. A fresh coat of pink paint covered the front entrance and door, the cluttered items lining the windows making it difficult to see inside until you entered the shop.

Once you stepped through the door, the space seemed almost as intimidating as the bustling social atmosphere of the village outside where groups of students laughed and spoke animatedly, either making introductions or catching up with old friends. Remus swallowed thickly, standing in the entrance of the tea shop, and looked around across round tables decorated with lacy napkins and ornate china. The werewolf stood out in sharp contrast to the colorful room, his outfit secondhand: plain and unremarkable. 

Pulling down at the sleeve of his sweater in an effort to cover the edges of scars that were peeking out from the end of the material, Remus took a tentative step forwards, eyes falling on a woman wearing what he could only hope was a uniform, the outfit nearly as gaudy as the cramped tea shop. He had barely managed to get a few words out in question before the woman glanced back at him, quickly gesturing to a round table tucked away behind him. 

“Right.” He nodded, turning on his heels and ignoring the hopeless way that his stomach twisted in anticipation as he crossed the small distance between himself and another student who appeared to be his age. It seemed the waitress was also moving in this direction, as she dropped off a colorful display of tea and coffee for the group.

“Are you here for the orientation?” He found himself speaking, an attempt at a smile on his lips as he approached the stranger. “I know I’m a little early. I didn’t know if anyone else would be here.”

[aurorbones]

Got a Secret? || Amelia & Dorcas

She’d dreamed of her brother, the last conversation she’d had with him: They’d been having coffee after the kids had gone to bed; he’d started humming a song that was stuck in his head and Amelia had teased him for being tone deaf. Edgar had just laughed and informed her that his daughter Jacqueline – four years old at the time – shared her opinion. “I was singing earlier while I made them a snack and Jax came up to me and asked, ‘Daddy…what’re you singing?’ I told her the name of the song and asked her if she liked it and she said, ‘No. It’s not very good.’”

They’d both laughed at her precocity and Amelia teased him about how much of a handful she’d be as she grew older. Death Eaters attacked that night only a few hours after Amelia had finished her coffee and gone back to her own flat. The dream ended as they all did, with Amelia standing over the bodies of her murdered family, a sickly green glow from the Dark Mark seeping in the windows. She knew what was coming, but couldn’t force herself to wake up before it happened. As if on cue, little Jacqueline sat up, her tiny face pale and hurt. “Auntie ‘Melia… haven’t you figured it out yet? It was so scary… everyone was screaming and you didn’t save us. Why haven’t you found the bad guys?” Amelia opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. As she watched, the little girl withered away to ashes that scattered in the sudden breeze.

Amelia woke with a start, her face damp with tears and sweat. Four thirty am...brilliant. Knowing she'd never be able to go back to sleep, she got up, showered and got ready for work. She'd be insanely early, but no one would be surprised. Upon her arrival at the Ministry, Amelia went straight for the break room to make coffee and walked in on her colleagues in the midst of a conversation.

"'Ow many fidelius charms you think one person can 'old at a time?" 

"Dunno, mate. Why?"

"Jus' wonderin'. I mean, there's go' ta be a limit, right? 'N is it better ta ask some'ne ya know or a stranger who no one'd think ta ask? Like that one broad what does it for money or a hobby or somthin'."

"Who's that now?"

"Somethin' Meadowes or wus it Fields?"

The two men nodded to Amelia, walking out of the room as they continued their conversation. She frowned as she made her coffee and took it back to her desk. Meadowes. Dorcas Meadowes? What was she into? A quick glance at the clock told her it was hardly a reasonable hour to send someone an owl, but, quite frankly, Amelia wasn't overly concerned with that. Plucking a piece of parchment from her desk, she penned a quick note. 

Dorcas,

Overheard an odd rumor today that I'd like to discuss with you. Can you stop by my office?

--Amelia Bones

[libera-lupus]

doeofthemeadowes replied to your post:How can I win your heart?

Not even one little hint, Remus?

"What use would you have for a hint, Dorcas?"