Flowers in the Meadowes

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ohplunk:

Octavius replies back in quick Mermish groaning inwardly that he seemed to have forgotten the whole common language. This would prove to be challenging, but he’s laughing with her. He watches Dorcas’s interactions with RDJ with a toothy grin.  He slurs his own language making it sound more barbaric than normal outside the water. Then he could slowly feel mixed common words swing into his mind. “I…uh…” He chuckles and squeaks trying to form the words properly. “RDJ lalala.” He points to the duck and then to the both of them, and finally points to the stage. “we lalala with RDJ.” He tries to drunkenly clarify.

He was pretty sure Reggie had been up on stage multiple times during the night, so them going up with the duck wouldn’t be bad. But what would they sing? RDJ likes the sound of his own quacking, and Octavius can barely remember English. However he was confident they could do great karaoke, especially the duck. Combing one of his fee hands through his unkempt hair and fastening his glossy gaze at Dorcas. Did she even understand what he was insinuating they needed to do?

It seemed as though Octavius had just completely forgotten the English language. Which, in all fairness, Dorcas had rambled for a solid five minutes in Chinese earlier before someone had mentioned to her that she wasn’t, in fact, speaking English. But as far as she could tell, Oct was just using straight up gibberish. This was not normal human speech patterns. Hell, she didn’t know what to classify it as. But she also didn’t question it, either. She wasn’t one to call someone out for their drunken antics.

She did manage to get the idea of what he was trying to say, but as she stood back up, the duck in her arms and her head nuzzling lightly into his feathers, she could only chuckle a little. “I dunno. I think he would be better off without the two of us as backup. I mean, I’m wasted, pretty sure I’ve lost my singing voice at this point, and you’re barely even speaking English.” She glanced down at the duck, who quacked happily up at her again, making her grin. “Yep, your daddy is wasted. Don’t you worry, though, buddy. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything silly. Yep, I missed you, too, buddy.” Eyes twisting back to Octi, she offered a bit of a shrug. “It’s almost midnight, anyway. The countdown will happen soon. I bet they’ll have fireworks outside if you want to take a stroll, the cool air might help you sober up a bit.”

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ohplunk:

Octavius was late to the drinking part of the party. Having been preoccupied with RDJ and getting the toads set up in their tub. He had gone for tasting a glass of red wine. He had heard that mixing alcohol was bad, but he also couldn’t contain his excitement and joy for trying new things. Grinning ear to ear he takes a sip of the glass and squints his facial features with the bitter yet pleasant taste of it. Lost in the moment he doesn’t move out of the way, but feels Dorcas stumble into him.

He fumbles forward but catches the glass in time before he loses the rest of the wine. Turning slightly he blinks down to Dorcas. “I am alright. How is you?” He asks with a smile, and then feels the animal flutter between his calves. “RDJ come to say hi too.” The boy speaks in amusement as he glances down to the duck between his legs.

“I’m alright. Just can’t walk, apparently.” She offered back with a laugh. Because, of course, she was closer to drunk than sober, and she was stumbling over air. It was nothing new, really. She had quite the back habit of that, even when they weren’t at a party. “What’re you drinking? Is there wine here?” She hadn’t seen any, but then, she’d also been not at all paying attention to anything that wasn’t just hard liquor. Honestly, Reggie and his family really knew how to stock a liquor cabinet. Lifting her own drink, some kind of fruity concoction, she offered it to Octi. “Try this. It’s sweeter than wine.”

It was mostly sugar, so of course it was.

His next words had her blinking, but she glanced down and there was... a duck. Holy shit, there was a duck. It was the cutest thing she had ever seen in her life. She knelt down immediately to be on eye level with the duck, almost forgetting that Octi was even there for a second. “Well, hello there.” She offered, a little surprised when the duck offered a loud quack at her. She laughed, looked up. “You have a duck. You just became, like, ten times cooler than you were five seconds ago.”

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alcfrtsc:

“Don’t even know what you’re drinking,“ Alice chuckled, shaking her head at her friend. “I suddenly feel like I am way too behind and need some catching up on the drinking.“ Though one more beer and she would probably get caught up. It wouldn’t take her too long for sure, even if she was only drinking beer.

“Yes, of course,“ Alice nodded. “We’ll get back to the castle in a couple of days, we’ll have a girls night with some booze because that is a story that will require alcohol, and I’ll tell you all about it. And you can tell me how the unfun part of your break went, too, how does that sound?“

She listened to Dorcas and a grin spread across her face when she said the plants are doing great. “That is amazing, Doe! Are they getting ready to be used? When do you need me to start brewing the potion? And sleepovers are fun, they’re always– wait. Did you just say there was a duck here? Where’s the duck? I wanna see the duck!” she exclaimed, looking around on the floor now, in case the duck was somewhere near.

“It was in a giant punch bowl, so I assume it’s fine. The one in the kitchen. I swear it’s some kind of fruit juice. I’ll have to find Cattermole somewhere and ask him later.” She finished off her drink, set the cup on a table with a number of other discarded cups as they passed it. “I wouldn’t recommend trying to catch up with anyone, though. You should go at your own pace and just have a good time.” That’s what she’d been doing. Of course, her pace was a lot faster than most people.

“Perfect. It’s been far too long since we’ve had a proper girls night. Though, I must say, I’m quite curious about what could be so bad that it requires booze.” But she didn’t push further. They could share stories in a few days, back at the castle. “It’s going to be a good night to unload and unwind. For sure.”

Hearing someone besides her getting excited about her plants always lifted her spirits, though her spirits were already pretty high from the alcohol. “I think once we get back, you can start brewing and we can really test it out. Benj and I always have great sle--” But before she could finish her thought, Alice was getting excited about the duck, just as excited as she had been, and she quickly nodded her head, popping up on her tiptoes to see if she could spot Octavius in the crowd anywhere. “The blonde one, over there. Reggie’s friend. It’s his duck. He’s the sweetest thing, Al, you’ve gotta meet him. The duck, but I guess Octi, too.”

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The tall gray-skinned boy stood with his uncounted drink in hand. How many drinks had he had at this party? He wasn’t sure. Everything around him seemed to be spinning and he couldn’t really focus. Standing upright after karaoking Three Dog Night’s Joy to the World, he stared off into space. Hearing the song in Mermish. Then it slowly starts to dawn on him that he didn’t actually sing in common English. No, he had belted the tune in perfect Mermish. An intoxicating harmony mixed in the tongue of a savage. When someone stops in front of him he gives them a friendly wave.

‘Hallo! You are going to sing next? (“Ajdskjadlsa skskd owiwlask skka?”) Unfortunately he spoke in Mermish instead of English and blinked slowly. This wasn’t good. He couldn’t remember even the simplest of terms, it was as if the language of his peers swam in his mind. Why did Dumbledore have to freeze the lake? To try and clear up what he meant to say he pointed to the person and then to the karaoke stage. “Lalalla?”

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Dorcas was almost positive that her hearing was going when she heard the strange and extremely foreign sounds coming from behind her. She was drunk, she was a little toasted, and she hadn’t really slowed down since she’d gotten to this party. It was getting closer to midnight, and she had just finished a dance with a boy that she was positive was a third year who was going to run off and tell his friends that he’d stared at her chest the whole time. 

When she finally turned to see who she was seeing, she offered a wide grin. She had NO idea what Octavius was going on about, but she was excited to see him because it meant that his duck was close by. The real star of this party by far. His gesture toward the stage cleared things up a bit, and she offered a laugh. “I’ve already done it twice now. Think it’s someone elses turn, now.” With a shrug, she glanced around his feet and, sure enough, there was that adorable duck baby. She knelt down to lightly pet his head. “What about you, buddy. Perform a little song for the people?” Glancing up at Octi again, she gave a little smirk. “Or you. Sing us a song, Octipus.”

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wxrmtxl:

“What are ya talkin’ about? You could practically fit in my pocket.” He told her with a grin at her whining. It was very clear if you compared the two of them, there was denying how petite she was. Maybe he needed to lay off the cauldron cakes. 

With the offer of a sip of her drink, he bowed his head to her. “What a kind gesture. I guess it’s true what they say about how sweet drunk girls are.” he joked before taking the cup from her and taking a sip. It went down smoothly and it was definitely what he needed right about now.

“Me? Doing karaoke? You must be mad.” he replied with a snort as she pulled him along, weaving through the sea of people blocking their way to the kitchen. “I mean, I dunno maybe if ya get enough drinks in me but I happen to hold my liquor very well.” Peter spoke pretty proudly of that fact. He did not spend lots of time and effort honing his craft to end up drunkenly singing karaoke in front of all his peers. “But I have no problems watching you get up there, I’m sure it’ll be a hoot.”

“Well, we can’t all be eight feet tall.” Dorcas shot back, a childish moment of sticking out her tongue before she dissolved into a fit of giggles. She knew she was small, she’d been small her whole life. Other people pointing out that she was small, however, was what got her. She definitely didn’t need a daily reminder. She was still holding out for that growth spurt. 

She snorted a bit, eyes rolling. “I’m sweet all the time, thank you very much.” Technically, she was also drunk a lot of the time, but that wasn’t exactly a point that needed to be made. Instead, she simply offered him a small nudge, a small wink. “But you’re welcome.”

“Yes, you doing karaoke. Belt out a few tunes for us, Pete. Get the place moving and shaking.” Honestly, she was just sick of Cattermole hogging the stage, was ready to see someone else get up there and bust a tune. But then, at least Cattermole wasn’t terrible. “I’m sure we could ply you with enough drinks to get you up there. Or maybe I just need to find the right pretty girl to convince you. Or boy, I guess. Whatever suits your fancy.” She only offered a small nod as she finally found an opening to get them into the kitchen, motioned toward the punch bowl. “That stuff is great. Some kind of fruit juice, vodka for sure, something else, but I dunno what.”

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marlenemcknncn:

‘‘Oh that was totally me, your butt’s just gorgeous and the look on your face was just far too perfect not to miss. Of course, because you’re perfectly sober, you definitely look it.’‘ Marlene smirked at Dorcas, wiggling her eyebrows in her friends direction. Marlene had decided that at this point she wasn’t getting home easily tonight, she was just hoping that she could find somewhere to crash. 

Marlene raised her eyebrows at Dorcas; ‘’Is that a challenge you’re offering me there Meadowes? Twenty galleons says that I can totally whoop your ass at this game! No hands!’’

“Aha! I always knew you had a thing for my arse, Mars. In all fairness, yours is pretty great, too.” She shot a wink at Marlene before a giggle broke her expression and a hand shot up to cover her face, mild embarrassment mixed with something akin to just plain giddiness. “Exactly. Perfectly sober. Just like you clearly are.”

A smirk, and a nod. “That’s exactly what I’m offering you, McKinnon. Twenty galleons it is. You’re totally going down.” She paused, looked around the little kitchen. “Oi! McKinnon and I are about to have a contest, who’s judging for us?”

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alcfrtsc:

Alice let Doe link their arms together and spin them around, which made Alice a bit dizzy, but they were still holding onto one another so she couldn’t topple over. they started making their way towards the drinks table as she said. “Sounds like a good plan. I am not drinking anything stronger than a beer, though, I love the buzz, but I want to remember the rest of the night, and if I drank anything stronger, it would definitely be a blackout. What are you drinking, by the way?”

She thought over the last couple of days and kind of gave a little shrug. “Things have been a bit crazy, but no need to ruin the mood with talk of that. But I did get to see my dad and James’ parents really drunk over Christmas and actually get proof of it now, that was pretty fun? Anything interesting and fun happening to you?” She wanted to ask about the engagement or not-engagement, but that would have definitely been a topic to ruin the mood with, so it was probably better to leave it for another night.

Dorcas offered a small nod at Alice’s words. It was fair enough, not wanting to go blackout. A quick glance down at her own drink, as she attempted to remember exactly what was in her cup, but all she could come up with was vodka. “Vodka. Some kind of fruit juice.” Lifting the cup to her nose, she sniffed. “Not orange juice, that’s for sure. Maybe... mango? Pineapple? I dunno, but it tastes great.” As if to punctuate her point, she took another sip. 

An eyebrow lifted, and she had to wonder if ‘crazy’ was the reason that Evan was lurking around here somewhere looking angrier than usual, but she kept her mouth shut. “You’ll tell me later, though?” Was all she said, shot Alice a look sideways. Because she truly was curious. Worried even. “Interesting and fun? Well, I did hear from a dear and trusted friend back at the castle that my plants are doing well, which is great. Also, do you know that Octavius guy? Tall, talks funny? He has a duck here. It’s the cutest thing, I swear I’m going to steal it. Unfortunately, my break has been less eventful as of late. Just sleepover with Benj.” 

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+ Benjy Fenwick & Dorcas Meadowes 

“Together We’ll shine way too bright I see you squint those eyes  Back in school I should have tried When life is failing you’re my cheat sheet”

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junchangly:

“He’s not a nice man, Doey. But alright I’ll spare him any mention. Why is he here though?” Jun replies scrunching his nose up in distaste. Smirking slightly when she mentions that he wasn’t the only ginger. “I’m aware. Mol is here. I think Arthur is here. Maybe they’re here together.” He needs a drink, one of his watered down specialties. However he wouldn’t depart from being Dorcas’s pain in the ass brother yet.

Jun snickers to Doe, “Depends what could win me a punch to the face? I don’t think I’ve done anything..oh wait..” He looks left then right as if he had some large secret he was about to give her. Instead he reached into his trouser pocket and presented her with his pocket dictionary. “To read once you pass out or maybe before.” He chuckles teasingly, only because he doesn’t know if he will actually indulge in his dictionary. He nudges back with his hip with a soft laugh. “No. Everyone cares about winning Doe.   We should karaoke.”

She wanted to argue, and her mouth opened to argue, but she didn’t. It would be too much of a hassle to argue this point, especially now, in the middle of a party, in the middle of a crowd and loud music. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulders and let out a soft huff of air. “I dunno why he’s here, I haven’t talked to him.” Yet. But she probably would, when she slipped away from Jun and had a chance to do so, she’d talk to Evan and find out what it was that had pissed him off so badly.

An eyebrow lifted as she looked up at him, at the face he was making, and she started to say something, to find out what the hell he could have done since they’d gotten there, but then he pulled out his little pocket dictionary, and she groaned, rolled her eyes, and swatted at his arm. “Are you serious? The dictionary? Of all the books that exist in the world, you’ve chosen the dictionary? You’re a bigger nerd than I thought you were.” She laughed, though, letting her head fall against his arm for a moment before letting out a little ‘tutting’ noise. “No, not everyone cares about winning. You’re just hyper competitive. But yes, fine, let’s karaoke.”

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Cattermole Karaoke Extravaganza - Dorcas Meadowes and Jun Chang

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junchangly:

Jun nodded at his first observation. She definitely needed to lay off some of the booze if she was already trampling innocent bystanders at the Cattermole party. He narrows his eyes when she asks if Mulciber was in attendance. “That’s precisely why you’re getting cut off. You didn’t even notice the psychotic ginger in the corner.” Jun rolled his eyes, but managed to lock the gaze with this phantom victim instead. Silently sizing the other boy up. He had this whole big brother thing down for sure.

Then he’s steered away by Dorcas, his arm hooking with hers. He offers a smile down to her. “Well maybe I’ll deserve being punched in the face, one day.” Jun replied with a light shrug of his shoulders. “I was winning that staring contest, just so we’re clean.” It sounded ridiculous, but he was positive about his almost victory. “Maybe I should water the punch so you can drink some of it?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes, and as if to make her point, finished off the drink in her hand in one quick gulp. Cut off, yeah right. This place was definitely crowded enough that if she wanted to slip away, she definitely could to get herself another drink. She let out a scoff when he called Evan ‘psychotic’, eyes rolling a little. “Don’t call him names, Jun. That’s not nice.” She maybe, possibly, had a bit of a bias, but she didn’t want anyone being mean to Evan. He looked mad enough, for one, and likely could torch the place without a thought. But even so, she didn’t necessarily think he was psychotic. “I just didn’t think it was his scene. And he’s not the only ginger wandering around, you know.”

She let out a snort of a laugh, head shaking a bit. “You don’t deserve to be punched in the face. Unless you’ve done something I don’t know about.” A little nudge with her hip, and she managed to get them through a thicker bit of the crowd, somewhere with a little less body mass. “You’re the only one who cares about winning the staring contest, Juny. And you don’t need to water down anything. I’m fine.”

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marlenemcknncn:

Marlene was standing in the kitchen, lining up shots to take. She’d been thoroughly enjoying the party so far, getting to let her hair down with her friends was great after being with her family all of the break and Reggie certainly knew how to throw a party.

Marlene had just taken one of her many shots when Dorcas bashed into the side of her. ‘’Woah woah woah Meadowes, here was me thinking that my drinking buddy could hold her booze, yet here we are?’’ Marlene laughed along at her friend. ‘’Here help yourself to firewhisky, it’ll make you feel better for almost running me over.’’

“Credit where it’s due, Mckinnon, there are about a million bodies in this place making it extremely hard to get around. Someone grabbed my arse earlier in the crowd and I’ve still no idea who did it. Nothing to do with the amount of booze I’ve had.” Shooting a smirk back at Marlene, she looked at the lined up shots, looking ever so appealing as she eyed them. She had absolutely no idea if she was going to make it home tonight, or if she was going to end up passed out in one of Reggie’s guest rooms, but she was far too drunk to really care at this point. 

She eyed the shots lined up and glanced around before she raised her voice a bit. “Wanna make it a contest? Ten galleons says I can take more of these than you in thirty seconds, no hands.”

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wxrmtxl:

Peter had waited until his dad was passed out (which to no surprise didn’t take long) before heading to the Cattermole party. He really enjoyed parties, all the drinking and bad decisions to be made were right up his alley but leaving home to go enjoy himself was a strange feeling. His mother practically had to throw him out the door to get him to go but he was sure it would be worth it.

When he walked through the door the party was already in full swing, people dancing, drinking and making out or doing all three at the same time. Peter did his best to make his way through all of it, feeling he needed to catch up on all the fun he was missing out on. As he wandered around in search of the kitchen he felt someone bump into him. He glanced down at Dorcas and chuckled at her drunken state. “Yeah, I’m good. You’re small so you didn’t do much damage.” he answered before eyeing the drink in her hand. “Where’d ya get that? I think I need to get on your level of drunk as soon as possible.”

“I am not small, Peter.” Dorcas could hear the slight whine in her voice, but she also knew that she was on the small side. She was short, for sure, and she definitely lacked muscle mass. It was something she definitely needed to work on, building up that muscle. She wasn’t exactly sure why she needed it, but it would never hurt to have a little mass, to be a bit more imposing. Still, she laughed and took another sip of her drink before she offered the cup out to him. “Here, have a sip of mine as I get you to the kitchen.”

Her eyes darted around the room, bodies creating a wall, and she slipped her arm through Peter’s so that she didn’t lose him in the crowd, gave him a tug so she could shove her way through. “So we’re going to get you up on that stage to sing sometime tonight, right? I did it, I’ll probably do it again, if you stick around long enough.”

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friendwicks:

“No way! Since when,” Benjy pouted slightly as Dorcas took the drink away from him, “Hey that was mine,” He whined, but shrugged when she handed it back, “Who knows? Found it somewhere-” He waved his hand vaguely, “Over there. And I think me and this plant will be very happy together.” 

“Lip in, Fenwick. I can barely handle you pouting when I’m sober, let alone drunk. You’ve no idea the power you have over a girl, do you? And all of it a waste.” A quick roll of her eyes as her fingers came up to lightly poke the pouting lip. “The house plant and I, Benj. Come on. We’re bloody birds, we should use proper grammar.” But she couldn’t make it through the sentence without a bubble of giggles hitting her, and she quickly shook her head. “For the record, as of this point, my midnight kiss is likely going to be a house plant, too, so I can’t fault you for your newfound romance. Where’ve you even been all night? For a minute there I thought you were avoiding me.” 

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“Kiss me at midnight? More like…. More like fuck me at midnight. Am I right?” Benjy said to no one in particular as he raised the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig from it. Maybe he was feeling a little sloppy, but fuck it it was New Years, right? Time to get drunk off his ass and celebrate, right? 

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“Youuuu’re drunk.” Dorcas had managed to walk up on the end of Benjy’s little declaration, and she couldn’t help but snort at it, reaching over to take his drink and take a swig of it. Her face scrunched as she handed it back, and her head shook. “I don’t tend to be picky about my alcohol but what the actual hell are you even drinking? No wonder you’re hitting on a house plant.”

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alcfrtsc:

“Not as much as others would think, but yes, I might have drunk a couple of beers,“ Alice agreed with a giggle. On one hand, the fact that she was a lightweight was a curse, because there were times when she got strongly tipsy just from one bottle of beer so she had to pay attention to how much she drank, but on the other hand it was also a blessing because when she did wanna have fun and enjoy the buzz of the alcohol, it was so easy to get there.

“Don’t tell anyone,“ she changed to a whisper, “but I only drank two beers so far, and I am pretty sure I shouldn’t have another one but I want to.“

Hearing that Alice was only a couple of beers in made Dorcas want to seriously hide how much she’d had to drink up to this point. After all, she definitely wasn’t a lightweight by any stretch of the imagination, but she was also drunk. Not that that was an uncommon thing. She offered a giggle of her own, eyes scanning the room for a moment before she finished off her own drink and slipped her arm through Alice’s, offering a small nod of her head. “Well, come on. Let’s get you another. And me another.”

Spinning them, she gave Alice a little tug. “So, has anything interesting happened since the last time we talked?” 

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junchangly:

Jun had been drinking himself, but when he encounters Dorcas ram herself into another person. He stands from his seat, drink in hand, as he makes a bee line over to his sister. Snickering he takes a drink of his mixed concoction. “Maybe we should cut you off Doey. Don’t need you tripping into…” Well Belby wasn’t here so thank God for small favors. Who was here? Dark eyes scan the room and he can pinpoint the unruly anger in one of the corners. “Mulciber. I’d like to keep you in one piece as my sister.” He concludes.

He eyes the person she clicked against, and silently engaged them into a stare. Since most people weren’t aware of him, he assumed they went on the stereotype that he could karate chop them into Azkaban. Which of course worked in his favor.

“Cut me off? You must be joking.” Without a thought, she takes another swift sip of her drink, eyes moving from her poor victim to her brother, eyes rolling a little. Though when he spoke again, her eyebrow lifted a little, and her eyes scanned the room, looking for that signature flaming hair sticking out of the crowd. “Is Evan here?” Sure enough, she spotted him over in the corner, both looking a little angry and chatting away with... was that Greer? Probably. 

Her head shook a little, as she watched the momentary staring contest and rolled her eyes again. “Alright, boys, that’s enough. Sorry again, sweety, I’m just going to take Jun here and go.” Looping her arm through her brother’s, she gave him a little tug in the other direction, offering one more little apologetic smile over her shoulder. “You know, you’re going to get yourself punched in the face one of these days, Juny.”