a storm with skin

She was a storm with skin, threatening to rain fire. Dorcas Meadowes. Seventh Year. Ravenclaw. Quidditch Captain. Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

[little-lion-marlene]

Lolita Sweetcheeks

Being short does not make me a lolita, you little shit.

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It kinda does. 

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The Glitzy Hippogriff

You’re a prat, Dorcas.

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Stripper name: The Butch Bitch

Perfect. Now if only you could afford me. 

[inboxstuff]

What would be my character's stripper name?

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ooc ; dorcas is incredible. i love what you're doing with her. it's amazing!

ooc: oh my gOD please come off anon so i can love you???? honestly i'm blushing shh this is embarrassing. thank you so much! really! doe means so much to me and she's always been such an important character in my eyes so it actually means the world to me that you think i'm doing her justice wow. 

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Sirius and Dorcas often find themselves together, completely by accident, when they venture out of the castle for a smoke. Either they’ve both got some strange sixth sense that alerts them if the other’s about to head out to the courtyard or the lake or the suspension bridge, or they’ve inadvertently worked out some sort of schedule that means they can sit together and smoke, sometimes chatting and sometimes interrogating each other for their respective House’s Quidditch tactics, and sometimes just—sitting. And smoking.

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Sirius knows Dorcas mostly through Marlene and their sporadic (or maybe not so sporadic, now) smoking expeditions, and he kind of admires her a bit. He likes her head-on approach to life, and often catches himself actively seeking her out. They talk about Quidditch a lot. She’s fun, and Sirius likes fun, and that’s all there is to it, really.

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Something that Sirius has never been able to understand about Dorcas is her—tolerance, he supposes, for Slytherins. Maybe it’s a Ravenclaw thing, but he’s often seen her conversing almost amiably with some of the slimiest students in the dungeon, and he’s honestly at a loss. He couldn’t last five minutes in conversation with any of them without a duel breaking out or someone storming off and blowing up a tapestry.

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 An angsty headcanon about our muses.

In their sixth year Dorcas and Alecto were partnered to work together potions. For an entire year. Doe had left class that day going over every single possible thing that could go wrong and oh, she would tell you that there were many. Towards the end of the year was when it got really bad. Doe had learned how to ignore Alecto's jabs but that day they had been exceptionally worse. Instead of aiming her insults at Doe, she aimed them to her friends and Doe lost it. Her fist hit her so hard Doe wasn't sure if she broke Alecto's nose or her own fingers - or both. Blinded by rage, Doe kept at it until Slughorn pulled her off. It was all a blur, really, but to this day Doe remembers the anger and despair coursing through her. Anger over the foul things she was chirping, anger over the fact Alecto had allowed her blood supremacy to ruin what could have been a great friendship, and despair over all of those things ten times over. 

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A headcanon about our muses’ love life.

When Alecto shunned Dorcas in her first year after finding out she was a half blood, Doe told herself spending energy on beating around the bush, small talk, et cetera wasn't really worth having the friends or acquaintances. Before long, Doe had buried any memories she had with Alecto. They could have been friends but it didn't work. It happens. It wasn't until her sixth year when she and Alecto were partnered together in Potions did all the emotions come back. As the year went on, Doe developed her first real crush on Alecto. Instead of showing it in flirty gestures, though, Dorcas buried it like every other memory she had of Alecto and acted out with snide remarks and empty threats. To this day Doe has kept it secret and sometimes when it's late and she's wandering the castle after curfew, Doe will let herself wonder about what could have been. 

[little-lion-marlene]

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Marlene and Dorcas had a fight. One. And it was brutal. Marlene doesn’t remember how it started doesn’t remember much at all about it, but she remembers it hurt. Marlene and Dorcas are both strong and fight like they mean it. Fists flew with a vengeance. Neither remember who knocked out who or if they both just passed out, but they woke up next to each other in the infirmary, each with their fair share of broken bones and bruises.

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Since that day, Dorcas and Marlene haven’t even argued. More than that, they decided to fight and train together. They learned each others blind spots and helped perfect the other one’s style until the entire school knew that if you messed with one, the other would be on your ass and it wasn’t their dueling skills that needed to be feared. They have each other’s backs, in and out of fights.