Dorcas Meadowes

Seventeen - Ravenclaw Alumni - Bookstore assistant - Order Member -

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@littlelett-podmore @xdorcasmeadows

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“No I-okay yeah maybe…”

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“I know this place pretty well- if you tell me where you need to be I can get you there.”

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hogwarts houses: ravenclaw 

“or yet in wise old ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind.”

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“You look a little lost- d´you need help?”

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Hugging her beck he chuckled, moving back to look at her and shake his head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

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“Are you sure?” Dorcas asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked over at him. “You did after all help patch me up.”

[thewarstarts-hq]

“I don’t know, Doe.” Greta whispered. And she honestly didn’t. Not once has she ever imagined a future for herself where Sturgis wasn’t in it. But, right now, she couldn’t picture anything. “He blames himself for me getting hurt. And I can understand that. If the roles were reveresed I would blame myself too. But…he can’t even look at me. And every time he did all I saw on his face was hurt and pain. And then he wouldn’t come home till late at night and he would stink of booze and I just…I can’t be there when he’s like that, I can’t. And he said he was going to leave. He promised he would never leave me and he was going to just walk out. I couldn’t let him do that to Scarlett. So I-I don’t know what this is. Just that I can’t be there when he’s like this.”

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“Okay,” Dorcas murmured as she pressed her palm against her lips, trying to make sense of it all. “I can see where he´s coming from, I really can. But I cannot agree with his choice. How we rise from hardships are part of what defines us. It´s what makes us stronger or what breaks us. I´m so sorry this happened to you, Greta.” Dorcas paused, hesitating before she moved on. It had been on her mind for a long while now, but never spoken out loud. “I think- I think neither of you are to blame, not really. Because in the end, it was neither of you that started this; Mulciber did. It was his choice to be the lesser man and go after you, which is beyond fucked up. And I´m so sorry that his choices keeps hurting you, Greta.” She sighed. “You can stay here for as long as you need to. You´re my best friend, Gret, and I´ll never toss you out or leave. That is a promise I will keep until my dying breath.”

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“No-yes. I mean…I don’t know.” Greta said as she sat down and let out a sigh as she ran a hand through her hair. “I-Sturgis came home drunk. Again.” She whispered and though she tried to keep them at bay she could feel more tears starting to well up in her eyes. “And I just-I snapped. And we had a fight. We never fight. And then the next thing I know I’m storming out and-I left again. I left him, Dor.”

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All thoughts of tea was gone in an instant. Abandoning the kettle, Doe sat down next to Greta as she took in her words; while she knew things had been a bit rocky after the attack, she never thought it was that bad. Hell, Sturgis and Greta was the reason Dorcas believed in the myth of soulmates at times. “You did- oh, Merlin, that´s-” she shook her head, trying to find the right words. “For good or just a break?”

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All Greta could do was nod her head. Because she didn’t think it was going to be fine. And she didn’t think it could be fixed. Everything was just getting worse and she didn’t know how to stop everything from falling apart completely. “Okay.” She mumbled quietly.

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“Come on,” Doe murmured, taking her hand as she led Greta to the kitchen. She gestured to the chairs by the table before moving onto the kettle, moving without even noticing. “What happened? Is this about Mulciber?”

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Greta nodded, smiling for just a few seconds, before she couldn’t take it anymore and she could feel tears start to fall down her cheeks. “I’ve ruined everything.”

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“Oh, Greta, no you didn´t- It´ll be okay,” Dorcas moved instantly forward and wrapped her arms around her friend, drawing her into a hug. “Shh, it´ll be fine. Nothing is ever broken beyond fixing, I promise. Come on, I´ll make you some tea and you can tell me what happened.”

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THE EXCESSIVELY DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME

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pulchra-vanitas:

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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“I’ll take the hug,” He said with a chuckle.

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“I was hoping you´d go for that option,” she grinned. Doe jumped to her feet and closed the short distance between them to gently give him one. While it was probably meant more as a joke, one could never really have too many hugs. “But really though, how much do I owe you?”

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“Some of them do, more of a fairy tale magic,” He said with a chuckle. “Sadly so, I used to be a lot shorter, I guess I haven’t gotten used to being this tall, I knock into things more than I wish,” He said with a slight smile. 

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“Those people tend to be either young or quite superstitious,” Doe said with a shake of her head. She couldn´t help but grin at him. “That´s understandable. How much shorter are we talking? Shorter than me?”

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“Thanks, Doe. I just….I didn’t know where else to go.”

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“You´re always welcome here. Always. You´re like family; you always have a place here.”

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“Rarely, they don’t have as much of a critical eye,” He said before he bowed with a chuckle, “Why thank you, I have… a lot of practice actually…”

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“And they never think of magic as the explanation,” she added. Doe couldn´t help but grin at his little bow. “Do you have a habit of knocking stuff over?”

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“Always here,” He said with a chuckle, “That’ll be fifty galleons,” He joked.

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“50, hmm?” she said as she tilted her head, a smile on her lips. “How about one of those rare Dorcas Meadows-hugs instead? Or a book suggestion?”

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Adding To The Pile || Sebastian & Dorcas

To say that Sebastian had had a hell of a week would be an understatement. But he was just trying to forget everything that happened. Honestly, he had worst things to worry about than some Mudbloods anger towards him. And ith how much he hurt the little blonde girl he was fairly certain he got his message across. Mess with him and he will make things a million times worse. And he hoped it was the end of it. Because he was done playing those stupid little games. He just wanted to get on with his life. And the pile of other problems that he had.

But, of course, he never got what he wanted. He was making his way down Diagon Alley when suddenly he as stopped and he almost groaned in annoyance at who it was. Of course he had to deal with another one from this group of annoying pests. First the boyfriend, then the sister, now the bloody friend.

“What?” He snapped, glaring at her before looking over her shoulder. “I have things to do so why don’t you make it quick.” He muttered and he hoped to hell that he could keep his anger under control for once.

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Something had changed in Dorcas, the day that Greta had been attacked. Many that she had loved and cared for had faced difficulties in form of people previously, but she had always tried to stick to the mantra that there was good inside everybody. Just the tiniest flicker of kindness. But when she first saw Greta afterwards -all covered in bruises and cuts and that look in her eyes- Doe had felt that last piece of innocence leave her. How someone could do that to someone -to Greta!- as a sick form of revenge was beyond her. Then Greta had showed up on her doorstep looking so small and broken, and it had been the last drop. Suddenly she understood how it was possible after all. 

So she snuck out one evening under the guise of having to help prepare the bookstore for an event they were hosting. It wasn´t hard to track him down, not by far. If it was just Mulciber´s nature or an uncanny ability that she had suppressed all these years she had no idea, but it did not take many stops before she spotted him in Diagon Alley. Dorcas hesitated for a few moments; was she really going to do this? Then she remembered Greta´s eyes when she stood on her doorstep, after her life had been ripped apart in more ways than one, and another burst of that burning anger flew though her. 

Her hand on her wand, ready to curse him into oblivion if he reached for his, Dorcas took a step forward. For a moment she contemplated using the advantage of a surprise attack- if things went south it would be better to have the cover of darkness, because she refused to be hauled away before she was done. While he was far too large for her to drag into an alleyway, the idea of simply launching herself at him and pulling him into one before he could gather his senses was tempting. But the he noticed her and that plan was gone. 

“Mulciber,” she snarled at him. There was no use in trying to keep her voice even and no way in hell that she would be able to if she tried. Her hand squeezed down on the wand hidden in her pocket. “I think you know exactly why I am here. If this will take long or not depends entirely on you.” 

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“C-can I stay here for a few days? Please?”

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“You can stay as long as you want, Greta. Come on, I´ll put the kettle on, then we can find you a spare bed.”