smart mouth

“perhaps you should choose someone else to sell your lies to, miss meadowes,” remarked minerva dryly, not giving dorcas any hint of a reaction to her words.  that she was slightly amused at the others’ comments was something she wouldn’t show in a thousand years. stubborn pride. “i’m – as you know – very much aware that that’s not true, though perhaps someone else would believe it.”

“i-” the skin of his palm scraped against his forehead as he rubbed it. callouses and scars versus the crinkled brow. peter fighting to catch up. he was accustomed to it. dorcas being a day ahead of everyone else. but… his frown deepened as she rattled off people. friends with no time for her. “you’re sure now is the best time to go to thailand?” if she insisted, on skipping town, he’d go. would never abandon dorcas, not when she’d never overlooked him. but with the danger the list might pose to james and lily and the baby… “am i running from something? have sirius and remus started a passionate affair i’m excluded from? or-” he looked at her pointedly. or are you? came unspoken.

          by 12:53am, ariel was certain she had heard at least twenty different people whispering about the list. it might’ve been something exciting to talk about, had she not grown tired of it hours ago. the topic was surely exhausted. have you heard about the list? do you think they’ll reveal it? who do you think’s on it? bullshit. she didn’t care anymore. if it was a big deal, then it could be worried about later, when it actually became a problem. worrying about something that might not even be true was a waste of time — there were PLENTY of other things to be concerned about anyway. rolling her eyes away from the eighth patron to ask her about it, the blonde got to work drying off a glass as she moved down towards the other end of the bar.  ❛ please don’t tell me you want to talk about that fucking list, ❜ she moaned to the patron sitting at the end of the bar.  ❛ i’m real tired of hearing people’s opinions on the matter. ❜

“ why would i care about the list anyway ? “ the lie slipped off her lips with ease, ignoring the dark circles under her eyes. a list containing the names of the fighters - it was any spy’s worst nightmare, and she didn’t take it lightly. all her resources and networking were on it, all her focus was on it, but she was perhaps too afraid to say anything outloud. “ you can put anyone’s name into it - some blood traitors, some mudbloods, a couple of celebs, some sacred twnety-eight. you can start a war within a war just by guessing. “ she shrugged, signaling to ariel for another refill. “ when does your shift end ? “ it was clear that dorcas was there to hide from the list, even if just for a few hours, and from the fears that kept her from sleeping. to hide by ariel, as if the tiny blonde was a powerful protector. 

  a few weeks. she had known about this for a few weeks and had neglected to tell him. there was a range of emotions that came with that from anger to hurt. had she honestly thought so little of him that she wasn’t going tell him about this? ultimately, he knew that it was her choice to make on what to do about this. but, didn’t he deserve to at least know? he had been a part of this too. he ignored her request to hand over the paper to her, instead clutching on to it tighter out of reflex. “ were you.. “ he began to voice his thoughts, “ were you ever even going to tell me about this? “ voice was filled with the emotion that was usually void for sirius in most situations. obvious hurt bled through his words and for once he didn’t bother to control it.

“honestly, it’s a shame how many parents just spew their — their hate so openly.  the poor children don’t need to be hearing that.  they’re just kids.”  gareth sighed.  he hated how little he could do to prevent it.  not without alienating customers and losing business and yadda yadda.  he took a long drink and set the glass down rather harshly.  “we’re not born hating other people, y’know?”

someone was geting philosophic and that was not at all what she had in mind when she began chatting with the man. dorcas sighed, indulging him just a little. “ they’d hear it anyway. we’re all... products of our parents and our shitty societies. “ she wasn’t buying into his love and peace slampoetry. “ if you live in a locked room, you’re gonna go mad. if you don’t, you’ll learn to hate SOMEONE - s’a really unfair pick. “ with a single gulp, she finished her glass. “ so, who do you hate, gary ? “ 

she might’ve been focused on the incorrect thing but to her it was the important thing to focus on, the idea of her husband lost inside an arcade like a teenager. “ i don’t drive the thing, let me look for them. are you sure that you can drive it? we cannot afford to fix it if anything goes wrong. “ molly clarifies, mother nerves kicking in. “ and you are positive that was what he said? “

      i need that to go pick up results from a pregnancy test. the words struck him. honestly, he could say that he hadn’t been expecting dorcas to respond with that. he’d been expecting her to respond with anything but that. so much so that even dragon pox had been on his quick mental checklist of things that she could have responded with. “ pregnancy test, “ he repeated, slowly, as if he were suddenly in some sort of daze. and as far as reactions go, it certainly wasn’t the best but it is what came through as he tried to process just what it is she was telling him. sirius would have gone with the thought that it–if there was an it–couldn’t be his. but, he knew better. knew that if there was someone else that she’d slept with lately that she would have mentioned it. probably would have bragged about it to him even. something that she had been known to do from time to time. a greatly satisfying way ( for her ) to kick his ego down a few pegs. as far as he knew, he’d been the only one that she had slept with for some time. throat dry, he managed to croak out, “ how long? “ he couldn’t help but to wonder just how long she had suspected this. how long had she been trying to keep it a secret from him? 

welcome to... RAVENCLAW !

she had known dorcas was in her room, ever since she opened the heavy door downstairs. it was something about the air in the house, the feeling that the last puzzle piece had landed and settled –– the feeling of completeness that marlene only ever felt around the girl she shared a soul with. throwing her coat on the sofa in the reception room and stepping out of her heels bare feet soon touch the marble staircase as she walks towards her bedroom. a faint sound of the wind coming into the room greeting her as doe eyes notice that the balcony door is open ( it always was, when dorcas was around ). smile spreading over her lips as her eyes adjust to the room enough for her to reach the lamp on the nightstand table and turns it on. but dorcas’ wasn’t inside the room, brows furrow slightly as right foot hits the other girl’s backpack. documents fly out and land in an array on the soft white carpet and there –– amongst all is a purple note from st mungos. was she ill? surely she would’ve told her, but? suspicious and worry leads slender hand to reach for the note, opening it and as eyes registered what is written on it she hears dorcas ( @inthemeadowes ) open the bathroom door –– ❝ alma, what is this? ❞

“ dorcas, why would you do such a thing? he’ll never leave now, “ molly frowned with a grimace at the idea of her husband lost in a world of muggle games and an arcade. the man was fascinated by rubber ducks of all things it would be hard to drag him out of there. “ please don’t let him back in an arcade we don’t have room for one of those machines here. “

mary regretted bringing st mungo’s up for a moment, but she KNEW that this was good. hoped so, at least. sometimes you had to reopen a wound before it could heal properly — otherwise you’d just end up with infection and more time and a longer healing process. she kept quiet, though, hoping dorcas would speak as much as possible. “you are,” she said, nodding. she wasn’t going to criticise what dorcas was saying — she both didn’t have the energy and didn’t think it right. the fact that she was even talking was something good in itself, even if it was done in a very dorcas-like manner. “of course dung had drugs,” she said, shaking her head in both amusement and disbelief. “why’d you end up getting high, then?” mary laid back down, eyes staring up at the ceiling. she thought of her own moments in st. mungo’s for a few seconds before burying them deep down again. LATER. “also, punching a death eater? that’s amazing. will have to remember that move.” 

dorcas proped herself on her elbow, looking at mary at last. she was silent for a bit before a rather slow and honest voice escaped her lips. exhausted almost. “ i know what you’re doing. i’m a spy, remember ? i try to get information out of targets without making them realise what they’re giving up. so you ask why i was high, expect some sob story to naturally develop from a ‘harmless’ question. give me some credit here. “ she was trained in such questioning, and she had the natural wits for it too. “ but fine. “ with a yawn, she fell back into bed, side by side with mary, arms and shoulders grazing against each other. “ i’ll indulge you. one story for a story - can’t promise all of mine will be facts. “ 

“ how much is in there? or do ya just toss it in? ” doris would drink but not on a more often basis, or at least not as casually as her friend. not that she was judging, generally she never was at least not regarding dorcas and her interesting antics. “ that was an odd comparison, don’t think communism applies here - nevermind i don’t wanna question your ideas. ” she was only teasing but by this point the girl learned not to question dorcas. taking the mug in her hands she narrows her eyes at her friend, “ not even a four? has to be a four point five? ” taking a sip the red head shrugs sliding the mug back over. “ not bad, ”