Dorcas Meadowes

"I have a confession to make…

"Greta, I am very disappointed in you."

[Pulled out of her thoughts by the voices around her, looking straight at the person in front of her.] I’m sorry, what?

"I said please could you move because you've kind of sat on my very important textbook."

Petrianna sighed into Dorcas’ shoulder as he squeezed her. What was she to say? That her mother just sent an owl informing her that her bother’s vegetated condition had worsened and now he was being admitted to St. Mungos? No, it was better to just - “Mum sent me an owl,” she said as she held up the letter. “Homesick.”

Dorcas frowned at her reply, not entirely convinced. "You sure? It seems a more than just a little home sickness." Suddenly his face slackened. "Wait, nobody's...nobody's died have they?"

"Get off me. You’ll ruin my dress."

Dorcas ignored Antoinette as he leapt off her. The Bludger that flew over them had now turned around and began flying towards him with increasing speed. "Oomf!" Dorcas exclaimed as the ball fell right into his embrace, knocking him backwards a couple of metres. "Pass me that!" He shouted, giving a pointed look at the half open leather box lying on its side next to her.

"Sweet baby Merlin!" she screams as they crash hard against the ground.

"Shh..." Dorcas said with an impatient tone, still pinned on top of her. A slight whirring sound was starting to appear closer and closer from the opposite end of the corridor. "Some first year set a Bludger loose..." He explained, before he crawled off the Slytherin and crept along the corridor with his back pressed to the wall.

Petrianna sighed as she opened her arms to suggest a hug from the boy in front of her. “Come here, you.”

"Hug then." Dorcas confirmed, zipping back up his rucksack and edging towards her. He wrapped her arms around Petrianna and gave a gentle squeeze. "Now, what's wrong?"

"B-Both sounds nice." she stuttered with a shaky breath.

"Okay." Dorcas said slowly as he opened up his rucksack. "Wait, which one do you want first?"

"You look like you need cake...or a hug...or both."

"Yes, I’ve heard of it," Albert nodded, thinking of his housemate who most of the time speaks about muggle object. It’s always interesting to listen to her, and the television came up multiple times already. "Did you know it also has voice to the moving pictures? Amazing." He watched as Doe filled the two bottle and then shook his head. "You found the thing, I wouldn’t want to take away the excitement of being the first."

"You have? That's cool." Dorcas said dismissively before he looked up at his second comment. A smile spread across his face at the second fact, as if glad he found someone who he could relate to. "Yeah, so amazing." With a shake of his head, he coughed as if embarrassed. "No, I'm too scared. What if goes wrong? You try it. You're a Gryffindor, you're meant to be brave."

Dorcas drew out a notebook with a picture of his cat inside.

"I am the best sort of friend Meadowes."  Ariel said as she wiggled her eyebrows dramatically before letting out a sigh and stretching her arms over her head, "Cresswell is a smart smart girl but we know I’m smarter." Catching Dorcas’ gaze, she gave a curious glance as she stated, "Your hat might just kill you love, I mean just look at it, it’s hideous." A smile played on her lips as she giggled at his reply saying, "I must have missed you cleaning it and just to be safe, you should do it again before I put it on my head." Nudging his shoulder, Ariel said with a pretending solomn gaze, "Even if it is Dorcas approved." 

"Alright Diggory, do you want me to deflate that head of yours?" He said, his face twisted into an amused expression. Dorcas scratched the back of his head. "No Ariel, everyone knows that I'm smarter than both of you combined." He said with a shrug, knowing fully well that he was being a hypocrite. Taking the hat off his head to frown at it, he feigning a wounded expression. "Excuse me? Beauty is not everything. You may look at a rather ugly cat and think, 'Wow, it looks like it's face has been hit by a frying pan', but what you don't know is that that very feline just wants to be loved, therefore I'm going to love this hat because nobody else will." Dorcas looked down at the hat, sighing in defeat. "Perhaps your right, perhaps it does need to be washed again...just not by me!" He said before throwing the hat in her direction. "Think fast!"  

"A muggle dustbin? What is that contraption?" 

"Well obviously a...drinking thing, I think! It's a little monstrous if you ask me."

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