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[dorckus]

   “ tell me ... have you ever heard of a joke? ‘sides, i doubt he’d even agree                           to helpin’ your sorry ass —— even if it's so nice ya gotta pinch it twice. ”

                                         “ who is this woman? and where can i find one? ” 

“I can’t believe you think I’d actually even consider asking Snape for help.” He shuddered to emphasize his point, it was no secret he absolutely despised the boy’s whose nose was too large for his cranium, “It’s just an essay. I doubt Slughorn will fail me because of one assignment.” He spat in distaste, his nose crinkling at the thought of a failing grade in potions of all subjects. “You know, you’re the second one today that’s said no to me. I think I’m suffering from Pettigrew luck. I think I’m lacking somewhere that isn’t looks or charms, perhaps it’s opposite day.”

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         “ please ... you hang out with me.                        — you’ve got no innocent reputation. least not anymore, ” she teased.

   “ ... so very bold. but hey — those sound pretty damn cool.                might have to pick myself up a few. ”

  “Shh! Not so loud! I’ve got an innocent reputation to maintain!”

“I’m so glad I’ve got you looking out for me. Nothing could go wrong with you by my side!” She swept her hair out of her face, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” she said gravely before grinning, “Nah, they just change metal depending on what you wear. Thought they were nifty the last time I saw them!”

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      “ you speak the truth.”

                        she spoke in mock concentration, as if possibly entertaining the idea.                         joke was, she had barely finished her own — as if she'd actually take                         the time to do it for someone else.

     “ n o. ” 

a smile appeared and widened instantly, her expression reading as if her response had been a spur of the moment decision. 

                         “ would you look at that. i said no to sirius black. ”

     “ grapvine says snape is pretty good with all that potions nonsense. ”

“I wish,” He sighed in mock in defeat, he knew he could get any girl with a flick of his snobbish wrist if he wanted to, “Or I could get a pretty friend to do my homework.” Sapphire oculars fall onto Dorca’s mocha’s in hopes that his petty trick had worked, it hadn’t even been his best attempt at flirting but a guy could try, “You know, since you’re so pretty and smart.” 

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      “ i don’t. you see ... i’m smart. ”

                             a small smile curled her lips in reply, the brunette                              shrugging in nonchalance as she brushed away                              his comment. in truth, she knew exactly what he                              had meant. fuckin’ slughorn. 

                    “ find one’a them nice ravenclaw girls. get yourself a pretty lil’ tutor. ”

“That’s the most insulting thing anyone’s ever said to me,” He contemplated his next step, but mirth didn’t fail to mix with his coarse timbre, “I’ve been trying not to fail Slughorn’s class, you know how that is.”

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                “ you really are a terrible person ... i love it. ”

           “ as if i’d ever let any harm come near my dear sybill. other people? fine. whatever. who cares about them? ”

             (( ... ))

   “ what are these rings for anyway?                   they do anything cool or are you just looking to buy some pretty stuff? ”

“I’d have perform a few readings before committing any crimes, just to be sure conditions are right… And even then… Maybe I’ll just be the distraction while you do the stealing, yeah?”

“I trust you with my life, Dorcas Meadowes. Don’t make me regret it!”

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           they wanted her to clean. of course. hundreds of worthy jobs and they delegate the one which had always brought forth a pain in her … everything. even as a little girl, she would refuse to clean her room given the sexist implications — her laundry never got done, the young wildcard more interested in vising secondhand stores than washing the clothes she already had. her fellow lionesses have said, on more than one occasion, that her portion of the room was a life hazard and could very well end in a broken neck or an unintentional hanging.                                (dorcas would respond by throwing her candy wrapper on the ground.)

suffice it to say, she wasn’t exactly excited, especially given her present company. creases along her forehead deepened as she took a stand, moving after the teacher took her abrupt leave. there was a pause in her step. a momentary, thoughtful waver as she sent the boy a scorned smile; fake in the simplest form of the word. they may have been assigned to clean together, but they sure as hell didn’t need to speak.

                                                          his voice made her want to vom.

a sigh passed through her parted lips as she dropped the sponge in the bucket, the back of her hand lifting to wipe the sweat from her forehead. bloody disgusting. she shifted abruptly, moving to a seated position as she eyed the rest of her section. a drawl like molasses emerged as she allowed her head to oscillate from side to side, a crack from tension breaking the silence.

            “ this was why i born a damn witch. ”

this was said to herself as she reached for the sponge once again. dorcas had often joked about how lazy magical beings were when compared to muggles; however, she could do nothing but hang her head in shame as she wished desperately for a bout of magic to fix the mess.

                                              “ … clean this shit without a stupid … ” her voice trailed off as she started to scrub the floor, a pissy expression plastered across her features.

          “ you should curse me. ” she finally managed. “ nothin’ too bad. just enough to get your jollies worth while gettin’ my ass outta here. ’

Her revulsion was evident; she wore it proudly, two sharp blades wielded in each hand with the intention to pierce. For a second there, she almost sounded like a serpent, with the hiss in her tone and the venom she hoped to infect him with. It missed, landing on the floor at his feet, the grin broadening at her remark.

Evan understood her intention, her suggestion that the Slytherin home within the depths of the castle were fitting; the closest thing to hell you’d find in the place. Darkness slithered in every corner, crack, and crevice. They liked to call it “nefarious,” but their own knew better — and even their enemies had to admit such virtues existed within the den of snakes. It was cunning. It was ambition.

                          —– And something else entirely, something foreign,                                   had wormed its way under his skin; his inability                                     to define it making it all the more unsettling.

         He should have spit back, but the humor of her innuendo, no matter how unintentional, glued that infuriating vanity to his face. So did the bizarre tingle that rippled through his chest whenever the maddening lioness was in his presence.

A retort caught on his tongue at the sight of their professor (or warden, however one chose to look at it), fading in and out of his instructions enough to catch the end: their punishment. Cleaning the fucking disgusting bathroom in the hospital wing; a task that was clearly beneath the Rosier boy. He didn’t hold back his aversion, his upper lip twitching in a cringe as he unlinked his fingers from behind his head, dropping his arms into his lap.

             “ Well, Mr. Rosier, perhaps you should’ve thought of that before                 you began fighting with girls in the middle of the halls, ” the                  professor reprimanded him, letting out a scoff of a laugh.

Evan’s head dropped down, his only response a minute shake of the head, all the while biting down on his tongue to keep himself from getting into even more trouble. His posture became rigid, eyes remaining on his lap lest he release the annoyance that was building in his gut.

             For once, he hadn’t been the              bloody arsehole in the situation.                                   — — — Mostly.

“ Off you go then! ” She flittered her hand through the air in dismissal, already making a beeline for the exit. Clearly they weren’t her highest priority. If he were a less intelligent man, he might’ve followed after her, ditched the entire afternoon of torture altogether. Only things didn’t come that easily at Hogwarts.

        Once she was out of sight, Evan stood, the chair screeching across the stone floor as         it was slid back by the force of his action. He let out a deep breath, tilting his head back         as he rolled his shoulders along with it. A few moments passed and finally, blues landed         on the brunette across the room the room from him, “ Let’s get to it then, shall we? ”

                          “ — — Ladies first. ”

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            “ comes with the borin’ attitude. ”

“ anyone tell ya you’ve been a bit of a bummer, lately? haven’t seen you ‘round much. ”

“I am so bored lately,” His countenance spelled out defeat, Sirius dragged his feet along the concrete all the way to the kitchens. “I’m famished. I hope I can sneak out, at least, a banana.” 

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             “ anythin’? might wanna be careful what you say ‘round here. next thing you know, you’ll be stealin’ those rings instead of buyin’ ‘em. ”

                                  “ c’mon. walk with me. now, i’m not entirely sure what we’re gonna do yet. just clear your schedule, i’m gonna think up somethin’ fun. ”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know I will!”

“I want to go buy some rings I saw at Gladrags last time, but other than that it’s all up in the air. Why, you’ve got something in mind? I’m up for anything!”

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            “ done ‘n’ done. ”

                “ tell me trels, you got any plans for the next hogsmeade trip? i’m askin’ in advance because that’s what adults do ... or so it’s been explained to me. ”

“No argument there. As long as you share your sugar quills and fire whiskey, I’ll make an exception on my usual fee for predictions.”

“The more mayhem you cause, the more people want to know the future. It’s just better business for me to keep you up to your antics!”

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     “ sounds like someone’s bein’ a lil’ bitch. ”

              “ ... c’mon !! i heard you — merlin forbid me for sayin’ this, but damn it, you’re talented. now stop bein’ a pussy and play with me. ”

                 (( p a u s e ))

    “ that came out wrong. ”

                         ❝ i’ll tell you what– – – i won’t even wait until                                           pigs fly. if you, dorcas meadowes, will go on                                   a date with me, i’ll say yes.❞   

                                                        ❝ otherwise, i ain’t fuckin’ doin’ it.❞

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           “ your mistake is thinkin’ you’d have to pay me. ”

dorcas smirked, the corners of her eyes crinkling in the process, all but suggesting the fact that she was kidding. the lioness had a reputation for being blunt — a girl with a weak physical and verbal filter. suffice it to say, people probably wouldn’t have been surprised.

       “ i can see that you’re very ambitious, ” she said in humor, her hand reaching out to take the bottle from doris. “ i like that in a drinking partner. ”

                               she lifted the liquor to her lips, drinking down the bitterness                 which lingered from the previous school events. her expression                                               contorted as she quickly took another sip, trying her best to get                                       results despite her dislike of the taste.

                       “ so … how you doin’? ”

following her question, she passed the bottle back to its owner.

“Holy shit, I’d love to see that,” she said, her smile brimming. The thought of it was laughable. “Seriously. How much would I have to pay you to do that?”

Doris gave a light shrug. “The stupid kind.” The story wasn’t an interesting one – more of a cautionary tale to sixth years than anything. A handful of her house-mates had been crowding the common room, bragging about their stash and their unrivaled Gobstones skill. Doris, ever the dutiful seventh year, had challenged them – then won her weight in alcohol, weed, and what-have-yous. It was really their own fault; Doris’s talent for Gobstones was not to be disputed… Not that anyone knew that.

Taking a tentative sip from her bottle, she swallowed quickly. The burn was a sweeter thing the second time around. “I know what you mean. That one whole year of failing my exams, never handing in homework, and getting wasted has made me so much more mature.” She pronounced the word with a hard t. 

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               “ haven’t you heard? i’m rich ...  in personality. ”

                              “ well shite — never pegged you as such a deviant. evil lil’ bitch. think of all the people you’re ruining by allowing this ... this ... ‘whatever this is’ to roam free. ” 

“Certainly, as long as you can afford my retaining fee. For you, I’d even discount it— friends and family bonus, you know!”

“But it would be such a pity to have me constantly tempering your, well, temper! Who would go around slapping snakes and badgers alike? It would be a right shame to lose the Dorcas Meadowes Justice System! In fact, it would be such a breach of justice, that I could never allow it. No matter how much you pay me!”

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           “ i ... normally have my reasons. ”

              “ how you doin’ emm? enjoying the cold?                               lovin’ the on-edge feeling? blah blah fuckin’ blah. ”

❝ It looked like you did. I mean, not that I’m judging… ❞

            ❝ – You’ve gotta admit, you do get                      a tad ticked from time to time. ❞

[dorckus]

             was she supposed to be bothered by the wizard and his ridiculously cocky grin? doe made a face, lips thinning as she trudged passed him to her chosen seat. she didn’t have enough patience for narcissism and little boys trying to seem more effective than they actually were.  he could smile as much as that little black hole of his desired — just so long as she didn’t have to witness it. still, as his voice echoed throughout the cramped room, she couldn’t help but hiss at his words. Fucking arsehole.

                           “ i missed my boy downstairs. ”

her words were sharp, edges with a blade antsy to break skin. this sentence meant many things, all fairly simple and lacking secret meaning.                       he lived in the dungeons; there you go.          there was also the other, far more on-point meaning. the one where she implied his home being in the fiery pits of satan’s cul-de-sac.                 the queen of innuendos would claim absence to the sexual implications.

she tossed her bag carefully on the table and took her seat, letting a sigh escape her lips as she looked around in search of the professor. detention was detention — and she hated every bloody second of it.

Detention didn’t phase Evan Rosier; it wasn’t the first time he’d been kept after hours, left to scribble pages about his wrongdoings or forced into some dismal, menial labour for atonement. Most of the time, the boy managed to talk his way out of it; unfortunately, being caught mid-duel was extremely difficult to talk one’s way out of. On this occasion, however, he could have easily avoided the entire thing. He could’ve been back in the common room with his friends or out in the quad — or really, anywhere but here. Only he hadn’t talked his way out of this one, and that left behind a quiet buzzing of anger in his chest, though one temperate enough for him to ignore it, and after enough time rolled by, the Slytherin boy adopted a look of utter indifference as he sat at one of the desks, waiting for whatever professor had the unfortunate luck of detention duty. 

          His fingers were laced behind his head for him to lean against, chin raised           and eyes closed, chest heaving in steady, even breaths, as if he were asleep.           He wasn’t. He was simply b o r e d. That was until his “partner-in-crime” entered          entered  the room, looking absolutely ticked that she had to be there in the first,            place especially with the likes of him. One eye opened to acknowledge her,            Evan incapable of restraining the cocky smirk that punctuated his amusement.

“ Fancy meetin’ you here, pet, ” he cooed when she was close enough to hear him, Evan remaining in his relaxed and reclined position; it seemed not even detention stripped the Slytherin of his ego.

                                  —— Oh, if only she knew…

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     she gave no verbal response. instead, the corners of her eyes crinkled as her smile widened. dorcas would never claim to being close to doris; however, she had heard nothing but interesting (and slightly disturbing things) for her local dumbass bookie, shit storm. perhaps he wasn’t always wrong, not that she would ever admit to thinking such a thing.

“ oh, i know, ” she muttered in monotone, allowing her gaze to distance itself as though she were deep in thought. “ i’d so use my wand as a switch. ”

seeing the liquid trickle down her chin, a loud, breathless laugh fell from her lips. “ what kind of sixth years are you hangin’ ‘round? ”

                       “ i gotta meet those little fuckers. ”

                                         (( ... ))

     “ i say that as if they’re so much younger than me. i’m wise beyond my years — personal experiences ‘n’ shit. ”

Shrugging, Doris held her coat a little tighter. Dorcas hadn’t been wrong before: with fall soon turning to Winter, the winds had grown stronger, colder. Her cheeks had gone numb under the breeze, and the tip of her nose – just as Dorcas’s seemed to – had turned to a beacon of red, red light. But, no matter how cold or how much like a reindeer she looked, this was worth it. She smiled. “Supposedly.”

Doris laughed. “Oh, I don’t doubt that. You would’ve been the hero that we muggle-borns deserve… Shame that prefect brutality is against the rules, though.”

Following Dorcas’s lead, Doris drank deep from her bottle. The content seared her throat as she swallowed, so hot and so strong that she almost – almost! – spluttered. A few stray streams of alcohol trickled down the sides of her chin. Laughing again, she used her sleeves to wipe it away. “Damn right. Just don’t ask me what it is – I won it from some sixth year.”

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          “ you could be my life coach. follow me around — calm me down when someone gives me a weird look ... or whenever someone eats the last biscuit. just so long as i have the school’s most graceful swan pulling tarot cards out from behind my ears. ”

                              “ well .... you’re not wrong. ”

“Trust me, your dedication will pay off, just keep at it! I can certainty give you some tips on maintaining a graceful, serene facade. You know, since I’m known as such a pillar of grace and serenity in these halls.”

“I can’t wait to see you as an 80 year old, Dorcas. You’ll be the most fantastic 80 year old bat the world as ever seen.”

[dorckus]

what's up with you and evan? you two look like your either going to fuck or fight.

               “ oi — — kill it with fire, will ya? ”

                        “ nothin' is ‘up’ you barmy bint. might as well just stab me in the eyes. ”