#playingdorcas

LOCATION: House of Bones; Battle, U.K. DATE: March 6th, 1982 STATUS: closed | @playingdorcas / @untamedmeadowes

After James’ death, it had been inevitable to find a new home for the Order of the Phoenix’s headquarters. It had not simply been a question of security that pushed this decision, even if of course having lost the Estate’s secret keeper had made the location incredibly vulnerable, but it was also all the memories that lived in the house of the young man that had died. Of him, and the person that had killed him. Ainsley Abbott’s ghost was just as haunting as James Potter’s, and it was nothing left to do but find somewhere else.

Years back, at the height of its power, The House of Bones would’ve been the perfect place for an organisation such as the Order of the Phoenix. Nowadays, it was good enough. Caradoc would never judge the place too harshly, after all they were extremely lucky that Edgar was allowing them to make use of it. With time, they could turn this place, too, into the home that the Potter Estate had been—or at least, that’s how Caradoc saw it since he had bottled all his sentimentality about their previous headquarters away.

With the past behind him, he focused on the present. The need to bring all their equipment, all the things they couldn’t leave at the Potter Estate anymore, and all they would need in the days ahead.

Asking Dorcas to help served him in more than a single way: he had someone to help him with the move; she would be busy enough with the moving not to go around enacting more plans of hers; he could finally address what happened a week ago. It already bothered him to have left so long since it happened, but his week had been busy and he figured it was for the best not to act in the heat of the moment. 

He had spent most of their time working in silence but for the few instances where words were needed, things like ‘this goes here’, ‘do you have the healing equipment?’, ‘we need to bring these next’, and so on. The talking-to he meant to give her was brewing underneath the surface of his silent disappointment. 

Shakespearean Ask Meme, or let’s not ask how long these have been sitting in Pat’s inbox

GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other?

(The fact that this was asked long before Frank started getting both literally and figuratively tangled with Sirius makes me laugh but) no, Frank’s never cheated and he’d never consider it. While things are rocky with Alice, he’s convinced they’ll make it through; in a way this trouble has actually made him step up as a husband.

BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace?

The first thing to come to mind is a very long holiday with Alice. A secluded beach comes to mind, with a clear sky and no plans. 

“I don’t care! How else are they going to get the message that we’re not weak! That we won’t let them kill us without a fight, huh?! I don’t care! Do with me what you want but I won’t stop! With or without the Order, I’ll find a way. And maybe I’ll blow you off along with it!”

“Dorcas,” Alice said sternly.

But Dorcas didn’t take her eyes off Dumbledore. “You can either help me or be against me.” She was mad. Everyone in the room knew she was but mad about having been caught red-handed and receiving criticism instead of praise for it. And yet. Even if those were but empty threats, they also knew that they certainly would never dare speaking to Dumbledore like that.

The old man was looking back, patiently. “And you’d really do this, Miss Meadowes?” he asked in a soft, concerned voice. “You’d injure the innocent?”

“Try me,” Dorcas hissed.

“And what if we don’t wish to.”

“Then fight me.”

Alice once again let out a sigh -- it sounded exhausted at this point -- but before she could speak, a chuckle sounded from the back of the room.

The members present froze. Turned to see who was laughing and found an Edgar, standing in his little corner by the window, the back of his fingers delicately placed over his lips, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. Please. Continue.”

“Do you have something to say, Bones?” Alice challenged.

Edgar waved it off so they turned back to Dorcas who had apparently lost a bit of her momentum. “I-...” She cleared her throat. “I just-, I just don’t think I did anything wrong. They’re worse, so we should be bad, too.”

This time, Edgar laughed out properly.

“Well, what is it?!” Alice exclaimd towards the ceiling before once again turning around to him.

“Oh. Come on.” Edgar smirked, and if he hadn’t stood in the shade of the room, right behind where the grey light from outside fell through the windows, they’d have seen tears of amusement glistening in his eyes. “You have to admit. She’s got fire.” With which she lit the bombs, eh? The thought made him laugh again.

"And that’s funny to you?” Caradoc asked, who had been suspiciously quiet the entire interrogation through.

“Oh, no!” Edgar shook his head more visibly this time. “What I find funny is that five of you against one of her, that is, five incredible, famously capable grown up Wix against an eighteen year old girl, have been held a torch under your backside for the past two hours, and none of you can dowse it.”

Silence.

And then Mary huffed out a chuckle.

The tension of the room was exhaled. They all knew the problem wasn’t solved yet, but in a way it did take the urgency out of the situation. What was done was done, and in the end, didn’t they want people with fire? Really, if anything, was this not what they needed? Some new ideas. Maybe not exactly the ones Dorcas proposed, but ideas she could propose eventually. She had at least certainly proven that she really wanted this, and they all had to give her that.

✗ What (if any) scars does your character have?

Answered here.

Ұ How short/tall is your character compared to their peers?

CHARACTER APPEARANCE

What (if any) jewelry does your character usually wear?

In terms of jewellery, Caradoc wears rings and bracelets but no earrings or necklaces. 

A silver ring with a round garnet (his birth stone) on his right index finger.

The family ring, in gold, is on his right middle finger.

A wooden ring is on his left thumb.

A brass and copper band, a gift from his Hogwarts girlfriend, on his left ring finger.

And a small, golden ring with an etched daffodil, belonging to his late mother on his left little finger.

The bracelets he wears are bands of metal, either gold or silver or brass. 

What (if any) scars does your character have?

answered here.

bonus questions: What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear in daily life? What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear for fancy events?

➶ : Opinion on killing

This is one that she’s been thinking a lot about lately. Hestia was never really the fighter, and even the thought of defending herself through low-level attacks has her somewhat unsettled. Still, she is coming to terms with the fact that she’s putting her life on the line and at some point she will probably have to make a tough call on a mission. But she is imagining that that call will be hexing someone rather than running.

Killing is a different ballpark. It is wrong, it is everything Hestia is against. She joined the Order to save people, save lives, not take them. If she is forced into a situation where she has to kill someone… Hestia doesn’t think she can do it. Doesn’t want to do it. It goes against everything inside her and the very thought makes her sick.

◎ : Opinion on lying

♛ : Opinion on outer beauty

Sirius would like to pretend he doesn’t care about his looks, but he does. Effortless as it looks, he’s probably put almost as much time into his carefully constructed look as James did into his messy little ruffle. Sirius has a particular persona he’s created, and while that persona does come with some roughness, even Sirius has to acknowledge that to some extent, it’s only possible for him to turn so many heads with it because he’s attractive. He’s playing up his best features.

When it comes to other people, Sirius would also like to pretend he doesn’t care so much about what they look like, but generally speaking he chooses flings and one night stands based on who is pretty enough to catch his attention. That said, he has a fairly wide definition of beauty, and it can include things like old, deep wounds and scars.

◎ : Opinion on lying

☯ : Do they believe in karma?

Absolutely. What goes around comes around… or so he’d like to believe. Truth is, he’s still waiting for some people to get their karmic retribution, but he tells himself it’s just a matter of time.

☂ : Favorite weather