lonesome town.

Dorcas found herself here, curious to see what was truly hiding amongst the trees. Dorcas found herself being lured farther deeper into the forest, letting her fingers run softly along the plants. She breathed in the clean, misty air as she walked. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for or why she was in there but it was cleansing to be in total silence. She took a long, deep breathe. Closing her eyes before continuing her walk. Her heart stopped when she heard the sound of someone else’s footsteps behind her as she continued through the misty trees. Stopping in her tracks, Dorcas pulled her wand from her coat– moving slowly as to not alert the person behind her what her intentions were. With a quick pivot, Dorcas readied her wand and pointed it at the person she saw with a deadly glare. 

“Petrific–,” she started to shout before stopping mid-curse when she made eye contact, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

cleon’s return to hogwarts after the break had been postponed by a few days. there were just some duties that the heir of the burke family had to tend to and none of them were really pleasant or something he could talk about to just anyone. truth to be told, cleon wasn’t too happy with the fact he missed out on half of his break and on top of all, he had to go straight back to classes. catching up on his homework wasn’t hard, no, it was just.. awfully boring. he hadn’t had a good night of sleep in a few days now and there he was, trying to focus on the book on his lap while having his ear talked off so early in the morning. “oh, come on, love. you should’ve been able to tell by now - i’m not listening. quit your blabbering.”

the slytherin common room was always two things: quiet and damp. dorcas didn’t mind her common room, but she wished desperately that it had the warmth that gryffindor and hufflepuff common rooms had. nevertheless, the slytherin common room was perfect for studying. no one ever spoke and when they did, it was hushed and hidden. today seemed to be different when she spotted a second year talking the earth off of cleon burke. unfortunately for dorcas she could not stop the roll her eyes at the words that cleon burke spoke. his shrill voice that cracked every other word, invaded her ears. she always related his voice to nails on a blackboard-- headache inducing and disgusting. dorcas casted her eyes towards where burke was saddled with a book and a pest who was talking and talking. the second year that cleon had just verbally dominated went to open their mouth, but dorcas spoke up first. “oh cleo, would you just shut up already. it won’t kill you to be nice to the second years. they’re just excited to be back,” she spat, before turning back to her parchment. 

( cisfemale | she/her | tati gabrielle ) —— isn’t that DORCAS MEADOWES? yeah that is them, sitting there at the SLYTHERIN table with those other SIXTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees dark lipstick, tea with lots of milk, a girl being pushed into a box, sun dried fruits, Spanish moss obscuring a home, and well loved vinyl records. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty AMBITIOUS, OBSESSIVE, and HUMOROUS. apparently they’re FOR THE LIGHT and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related.