be wild, be free

there’s magic at her f i n g e r t i p s but dorcas fights with bruising k n u c k l e s and gymnastic elasticity because if she’s going to fight for these muggles, then she’s going to fight like these muggles. no magic, just bone and strength and muscle. she’ll prove it to he-who-must-not-be-named – not only are they equal... THEY'RE BETTER

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DORCAS MEADOWES ⇢ AESTHETIC ( 2 / ? ) ⇢ (DARK) PURPLE

❝ She’s the crying winds that beat against your dorm window. She’s the way blood breaks just below the surface and suffocates and settles, marring you with her memory. She’s smoke clawing it’s way up your throat, threatening to choke you for just a moment before disappearing into the cool black sky. She’s every moment when you’re alone and you wish you weren’t.❞

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DORCAS MEADOWES ⇢ AESTHETIC ( 1 / ? ) ⇢ (LIGHT) PINK

❝ Even when she had bruises decorating her knuckles and circles under her eyes, she was soft. Even when she shouted loud enough for the Gods in heaven to hear, she would still whisper promises and apologies at night.❞

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        ⊰ HOGWARTS FEMINST RALLY AESTHETIC | FIRST HOGSMEADE TRIP ⊱

“I call it feminism instead of equality because it is the feminine traits that men and women are shamed for. It is the feminine traits that society needs to accept.”

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DORCAS MEADOWES [ MOODBOARDS ] ➸ MARY MACDONALD

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DORCAS MEADOWES [ MOODBOARDS ] ➸ SIRIUS BLACK

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DORCAS MEADOWES [ MOODBOARDS ] ➸ DEMETRIUS LERWICK

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Mary tastes like bubblegum and black tea. She is made of too loud laughs across the dinner table and late night talks. She is missing homework and hangovers and wearing muggle clothes to Hogsmede weekends. Dorcas tastes of cigarettes and cinnamon. She is sarcastic replies yelled across quiet classrooms and cupcake wrappers strewn across bedroom floors. She is winged eyeliner and throwing harmless jinxes at her friends and kissing until lips are raw. Marlene tastes of lemon sherbets and last night’s mistakes. She is singing in the shower and throwing up in the toilet. She is protecting her friends with everything she has and sleeping until noon and shooting fireworks into the night sky. Alice tastes of freshly baked cookies and strength. She is braiding hair to soothe her friends and cornering enemies in the dark of the night. She is decorating Christmas trees and believing in the good in people and cuddling until the sun comes up. Lily tastes of minty toothpaste and undying love. She is photos taken of unsuspecting victims and laughing until her face hurts. She is firewhisky shots and always smelling of strawberry shampoo and late nights spent perfecting potions for class. They were made to be happy. They were made to show up early to parties and be the last ones to leave. They were made to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves and to show the world how to love. They were made to be together for until the end of time. But there wasn’t a member of the McKinnon family left when the Death Eaters were done. Alice Longbottom spent her life in a hospital and never recognized her son again. Voldemort personally murdered Dorcas Meadowes. Lily Potter heard her husband’s dead body hit the ground before the wand was pointed at her. And Mary Macdonald was left behind in the aftermath of a war on her kind, and she wished she had died.

And they were separated despite everything

[brokenthovghts]

After the mandatory stop off at Honeydukes to stock up on sweets for the month, Wilkie always headed to Dominic Maestro’s. Most of the time he didn’t buy anything, he just simply enjoyed being in the shop. It almost felt like home to him, bringing up fond memories of sitting at his uncle’s side at the piano as his aunt sang. Those were his favourite moments, learning how to play the piano, his legs swinging as he sat on the bench. He entered the magical little shop, making a beeline for piano in the corner of the shop. He ran his hand along its keys, sitting down at the bench. He dreamed of owning a piano like this one day, far into the future. Perhaps when he was as successful as his aunt.

He cast a cursory glance upwards, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw a poster haphazardly tacked onto the wall, advertising her latest album release. Stretching his fingers, he turned his gaze back to the piano keys and began to play. After his talk with the guidance counselor the other day, he began to seriously consider her suggestion of starting a band. It could be fun if he found some like-minded musicians, but Hogwarts wasn’t exactly teeming with them. He’d find some, he was sure, perhaps in the orchestra. He had had a melody batting around in his head for the last few days and was grateful to have the opportunity to work it out on a beautiful piano.

He was somewhat broken from his focus when Dorcas moved past him to the nearby record player. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she put the record on the player. Wilkie’s hands stilled on the keys, a grin forming on his face at seeing her dancing. Turning to face her better, he gestured to the player. “What did you pick?”

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Hips swaying from side to side, Doe lost herself deeper into the raspy voice of some American rock singer. Now, why such a small shop with such a little collection of music had American artists out of everything in the world, she didn’t know, but she wouldn’t complain. Eyes closing as her arms moved above her, head turning from side to side, Doe thought back to the many mornings she’d woken up to find her mother in the kitchen, swaying from side to side as smooth music drifted into the small space. There were times when she’d sit and watch but more often than not, Doe found herself being pulled to dance along. Her father had spent those times with his nose stuck deep in the newspaper but it didn’t matter much to her -- those were their moments. Doe’s and her mothers. And it was now as she let her frame sway to the beat, eyes closed, did the shop melt away, replaced by that very kitchen. 

Eyes closed, she saw the pink tiles and white walls. She saw the black skillet with golden pancakes waiting to be burned. She saw her mothers long blonde hair roll down her back as she moved from side to side, twirling around and around until her long slender fingers would grab the counter to steady her dizzied state. She’d played those moments in her head a hundred times but it was different now -- now she could see the music wrapping around them, blues and purples and reds tying around each other with each note. And then something foreign came barreling towards her, pricking the cocoon the music and her mind had created. 

“Merlin.” She hissed, eyes opening and turning to find Wilkie’s familiar face. For a moment Doe considered defending her actions, prickling up at the sight of him before scurrying off, but she refrained. Maybe it was the sight of his hands at the piano or the innocent curiosity in his voice. She didn’t know. Didn’t really care. And slowly, she turned from him to lift the needle off the record, fingers brushing over the side of the player before grabbing the album cover. “Uh -- the, um, The Doors.” She said, voice hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken in years rather than minutes. “I don’t really know them, I just sort of picked it. It, uh, it sounded nice. But anyway -- you play.” Doe noted, nodding towards the piano as her feet shuffled forward. “I mean, I knew that, but why haven’t you ever played for me before, hmm? I’m genuinely hurt, Stretton.” Dorcas added quickly, finally forcing a more lively, sparky tone to her voice. Her normal tone. 

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Echo paused when she heard her last name called, eyes widening slightly in surprise. She watched the blonde walk back to her, and Echo gave a brief smile in greeting, continuing to walk with Doe beside her. “Yes, well, it isn’t like I’ve never been here before,” she said. “Nothing new, all old news–just like History of Magic, actually.” 

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“Oh, please.” Doe scoffed, raising her head to the sky to feel the faint shine of sun on her cheeks, grinning regardless of the clouds. “This is much better than History of Magic. You don’t have stuffy old professors yapping on in your ear. And are you really telling me nothings changed? Just look.” She argued, pointing to the scenery around her. “Squirrels!” She pointed to the critters on the grass around them, “Crunchy leaves!” She added, making a point to step in a pile of them as they continued, “Even the Three Broomsticks is a bit different with their new sign out front.” 

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Out of all the places in Hogsmeade, Doe had found that her favorite was Dominic Maestro’s. She’d never been good at playing instruments but Merlin, how her father had tried to make it so. Her mother, on the other hand, never seemed to mind much -- even though almost every wall of her study was lined with albums on albums. Years ago, when she found the creeping nostalgia for her muggle life wrap through her bones while at Hogwarts, Doe would visit those walls, opening the memories and images in her mind, but it was different now. That study was gone ( her mother was gone ) and when she’d left that home she’d taken as many of those albums as she could possibly carry before taking her own clothes. Now they were all tucked safely away, some at Lily’s and some in her dorm. 

Lost in thought, Doe barely realized how long she’d been standing in front of the sign that read DOMINIC MEASTRO’S MUSIC SHOP in gold letters which glistened under the few rays of sun that found their way through the thick clouds. And then came a stumbling wizard, bumping past her and down the cobblestone road, pulling her out of her thoughts and soon enough, into the lonely shop. 

Immediately, she took in the instruments that adorned the walls, the way silver and brass shone beneath the lamps, and without disturbing the few people scattered around the shop, Doe gravitated towards the back where a sole record player sat. With closer inspection, Doe found dust heavy over the surface of the machine and next to it a small collection of muggle vinyl. Without a second thought, Doe’s fingers worked through the measly stack, soon setting a record on the player and with practiced hands, placing the needle over it. It only took a moment for the raspy tune to fill the space and even quicker for her body to sway gentle, a rare and gentle grin forming over her lips as she moved to the beat. 

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Pandora was excited for the Hogsmeade trip and the first place she went was Honeydukes and after spending half of her allowance on sweets, She decided to sit down on a bench and watch the protest. She would have joined but she didn’t know any of the organizers, since they were in mostly every other house than Slytherin. So instead, she silently supports while eating her candy. She notices someone near her and she looks over. “Want some?” She asks, offering the bag of chocolate she had opened.

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Doe had eagerly joined the activists when she realized what was going on. It wasn’t her first protest, nor did she believe it would be her last, and she’d shouted along until her voice had gone hoarse and then some. It was only when she saw the petite Slytherin nestled on a bench beneath a tree did her feet begin to slow. She watched the way Pandora’s eyes settled over the crowd and how unlike most, they didn’t fill with disgust or disapproval. At least, Doe didn’t think they did. But she was never the best at reading people. So, moving out of line Doe hurried to the bench, taking a place silently beside the girl to look on at the crowd and maybe, just maybe, see what she saw if only for a moment. 

It was only when Pandora spoke did Doe return her glance to the blonde, a grin crossing her lips, “Hell yeah.” She replied quickly, hands already deep in the honeydukes bag, chocolate between her teeth as she spoke again. “So, what do you think?” She asked, nodding towards the protesters.

[echopuff]

After five years of Hogsmeade weekends, Echo found that the trips down to the villages didn’t have the same appeal as they had first had. She had explored every nook and cranny a magical student could, having more time than most since she preferred to be on her own. Every shop had been visited, every stone walked on, and if she missed a few weekends, she found she wouldn’t mind. It was the first one, however, and Echo found herself heading down to the small village anyway, looking around it fondly. The protest was new and unusual, however, and she eyed it curiously as she walked past. For once, she did wish someone was there with her. Maybe they would know what was going on.

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Every trip to Hogsmeade was a gift. Well, no, Dorcas would argue that it was their right. How could they expect students to spend an entire year around the same grounds, the same hallways, without so much as a bit of adventure into town? It was cruel. Locking her and her fellow students up for so long, even if Doe had made a habit out of testing the restraints put on them. But when they were allowed to go, well, Doe hardly hesitated as she bolted down the path, Lily somewhere behind her in a place she’d find her best friend later. 

The world was bright -- at least to Doe it was. She hardly noticed the clouds on the horizon that threatened to roll in. It was only when she passed a fairly familiar face -- one who didn’t look all too excited for the newest bit of leash they students had been given -- did Doe’s quick and stumbling feet slow. “Chang!” She called, taking a few paces back to greet the girl, “You look like you’re stuck in History of Magic instead of this lovely town get away.” Doe snickered, falling into step with the girl. 

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“Godric, we should’ve had a Quidditch match today. It’s bloody gorgeous out.”

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“You sure you wanna do that, Bones? Hate to see Ravenclaw get beat by Gryffindor again.”