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[thefabprewett]

where: Ravenclaw Common Room when: November 7, 1977 who: Fabian Prewett and Dorcas Meadowes ( @personallykilled​ )

After the game, once everyone started pouring into the Ravenclaw Common Room, the Ravenclaws burst into cheers. The sight was a welcome one. The House of Rowena Ravenclaw had little cause to celebrate recently. The gruesome sight of Filch nailed to a door caused unwanted trauma brought on by Xeno’s death to stir. But just a couple of days ago, Filch was rumored to be alive. No matter grim the situation might be, it was still good news. And just today, they won the Quidditch match against the Slytherins! He hasn’t seen those many smiles in the common room for a long while. 

Fabian was happy for his house. He eyed the crowd and watched them herald the Quidditch players. At the corner of his eye, he spotted Dorcas. He’d been wanting to talk with her in a while. It was almost impossible to do with her moodiness. Frankly, Fabian was worried. He was also unable to talk to her before or after the meeting with the Order. Surely, after leading her team to victory, she’d be in a far better mood. It might be Fabian’s only chance to try,

“Hey,” he said, after reaching her across the room. “You guys did great out there today. Congratulations!”

[marlenemckinno-n]

date: march 15th 1925 location: black memorial dinner status: closed to @doe-meads

Marlene still didn’t exactly know what she was doing at the gala. There were no specific instructions past show up, and show up she did. Of course, she knew they had to be there to show that they were going along with the statement of peace, but she wanted anything less than to kiss the Black family’s ass tonight. So as the night went on, she kept to the outskirts. Searching for a familiar face in the crowd, one that wouldn’t scowl or act as if she was an annoyance. 

Thankfully, she spotted Dorcas from across the room. Pushing her empty glass back to the bartender, she quickly made a beeline for the other woman. As she got closer, it seemed as if Dorcas looked just as uncomfortable as she felt. “Fancy seeing you here,” Marlene said when she finally reached the woman’s side, a hand falling onto her arm to grab her attention. “You been enjoying yourself?” she asked, though her voice made it clear she herself hadn’t been. 

[damoclesssword]

where: nearby the bidding area when: 8 pm who: Damocles Belby and Dorcas Meadowes ( @healerdorcas )

Damocles always tries his best to support the charity event of St. Mungo’s Hospital. But with most of the festivities target for children and families during the afternoon, Damocles didn’t see any reason to visit until the evening. At least then, he’ll get a chance to see what the auction has to offer. There was always an artifact or two that gets his attention. With that in mind, Damocles knew that he should check the available artifacts beforehand just so he could plan his bids accordingly.

On his way to the tent, a familiar face came into view. “Ah, Miss Meadowes,” he greeted. “Are you here to join the auction for tonight? Or are you here with St. Mungo’s?” Damocles paused. Suddenly, he was second-guessing himself. “You are a healer, yes?”

[demetriayaxley]

Look What The Cat Dragged In | Demetria & Dorcas

Demetria was in Diagon Alley, leaning against a building and smoking a cigarette, as she was apt to do while waiting for clients. She knew this one was going to be late -- she was a bumbling old witch who couldn’t even remember her own birthday and was always asking Demetria to fetch things she could have gotten herself. At least she payed well.

She was scanning the crowd for the witch when she saw someone unexpected, someone she hadn’t seen in two years. Her mouth curved up into a malicious smirk, and she through her cigarette on the floor, putting it out under her boot. She began to move, taking confident steps towards the other person: a small, witch with long, dark hair. Dorcas Meadowes.

“Hello, Dorcas,” Demetria said, in her smoothest, coolest tone. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Had a good time at school without me?”

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