#snarkymeadowes

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      "Did you need something?"

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3. Are you wiser than your muse?

[ I always find wisdom a very complex virtue to talk about. What is wisdom? Is it going your own way, although you know it isn’t the best road to take? Or is it following someone else, safe and sound? Either way, I don’t feel as if I’m a very wise person. I tend to do things without thinking about them, or don’t do them at all because I think too much. Charlie is more considerate. Sure, he’s impulsive and reckless, but if he has to he’s very good at sorting minorities from majorities and get a good overview of a situation. That’s something I fail at. ]

4. Are you faster than your muse?

[ Ha! No, definitely not. I’m the turtle and Charlie is the hare. ]

7. Are you greedier than your muse?

[ Yup… He doesn’t need much and he doesn’t want much. I wouldn’t say I’m very greedy, but I do have the tendency to want a lot of things at the same time. If I don’t get them, I’m content as well. But I still want them. ]

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Dearly departed (even though we've only rped once so if you don't want to do this I totally understand ♥)

Send me “Dearly Departed” to hear the speech my character would give at your character’s funeral after their sudden passing.

As Lily Evans slowly made her way to the front of the crowded church in Leeds, she almost lost it. Again. But as she looked to the side and saw the gold, flower covered coffin, Lily realised that was not an option. Dorcas would not run, and so Lily would not run. Although she could barely stand on her skinny, trembling knees — she would not back down. Dorcas deserved better. Dorcas deserved so much better.

So Lily had to do this. For herself. For the war. For Dorcas. 

"I-I don’t know how to start," she said, before looking back up to the audience. Every single Order member was here, but Lily’s attention was on the small crowd at the front. A woman in her fifties, crying in the arms of a pudgy man as a boy Lily guessed was Dorcas’s brother stood tall, his eyes trailing Lily’s every move. 

It was almost as if Lily’s pain doubled, although she hadn’t thought it was possible. But now she knew she needed to do this for these strangers, too. Dorcas’s family deserved better, too. 

Lily took a deep, steadying breath as she tied her hands in front of her, looking at the crying woman. “Dorcas Meadowes was brilliant. I’ve been trying and trying to find a word that would describe her — a word that fitted her — but I never quite got it. I just don’t think there’s a word to describe exactly how she was. She was just — She was Dorcas.”

Lily’s tears began to fall again as she smiled, remembering her friend. Their laughter late at night in the Hogwarts library, or their months at Headquarters of the Order playing Exploding Snap as if the War wasn’t happening right outside of their window. Suddenly, it dawned on Lily that it didn’t matter what she would say. It didn’t matter that although Lily Evans was always prepared, she wasn’t this time. Dorcas wasn’t a subject - Dorcas was one of her best friends. A fighter. A sarcastic, caring idiot whose death came far, far too early. 

Lily’s voice faltered slightly as she continued, but she kept on looking towards the small family. They made her strong — just like Dorcas would have if she was here. “She was always just herself. Imperfect, but perfect to those who knew her. Her life was short, yes. Too short. But the girl kicked arse. I have never, ever in my life met someone so kind and yet so volatile at the same time. Seriously — I’m going to miss that. A lot. But I’m sure wherever she is, she’s still kicking arse.”

Lily let out a sad chuckle, then continued. “She was strong, and that part of her will always live on. At least with me. And this future that we fight for, the future that Dorcas fought for— It mattered. And I’m going to make sure she did not die in vain. As strange as it might sound, she was the one who taught me to be brave. To do what’s right. It will be in her honor — in the honor of what she fought for — that I will make sure what she started is finished. Her death will not be in vain.” Lily gritted her teeth, her tears falling gracefully down her cheek as she pushed on. She would not stop. She would beat Voldemort, and she would get through this speech. No matter what. For Dorcas. 

"I wish she was here, but I also wish her peace. I just—" Lily bit her lip, leaning on the altar. "I will miss her, always. But I know she’s with us all in one way or another. I love you Dorcas. We love you. Always.”

"So rest, my friend. I will see you someday, I’m sure of it. But until then—” Lily wiped her tears, staring at an empty space where she could almost picture Dorcas’ standing. “— May you rest. You have destroyed your last enemy, and now I hope you have found your peace.” 

[[ i did it but lils and dorcas are like bffs and order members, so.. yep. you didn’t get a choice there, hehe. but thank you so much for sending this, hope you like it and i’m sorry it’s so long! ♥ ]]

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          ' Frank is not home at the moment. '

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what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

"I don’t know for sure…. There was that time I fell from my parent’s bed… And once in history of magic where the professor asked me to read and I read the wrong part… The first class of charms… That day were i fell from my broom in front of the whole school… Ugh, there is a lot of things!"

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what's is, according to your character, the best book ever ?

That’s actually hard since Peter doesn’t like to read, but it would be Peter Pan. It’s not just because he shares his name with the main character, but the bravery and strength of Pan was always something Peter admired. He really wished he could be more like him and he used to dream about being as cool and loved as Pan.

{part of a bigger headcanon i will write about later}

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does your character have a favourite comfort food?

He doesn’t really have something like that, eating anything usually gets him in a better mood. But his mother used to do a pudding with guava and cheese every time he had a nightmare, so, if anything can bring him a special sensation oc comfort, is this desert.