One fish, two fish, red fish, dorkfish

Lovely day, isn't it?

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:12:35 -0400

Sure, it’s always a nice day s’long as I’m not sitting in class, aye?

Yes, but even classes aren’t so bad this week. At least mine are alright, I’m not sure about… you’re a sixth year, right?

Lovely day, isn't it?

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:09:22 -0400

bertramaubreys:

The temperature’s actually a bit stuffy, if you ask me.

Well, to each their own, I suppose…

Lovely day, isn't it?

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:35:30 -0400

"Are you sure there were no survivors?"

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:34:10 -0400

The words brought a sudden wave of nausea to Doe as she stood there looking at the middle-aged woman before her. She almost looked like her own mother except that the wide-eyed fear was only just beginning to settle in her eyes. Doe shook her head. “No. I’m so sorry, there was nothing we could do.” Her voice cracked when she spoke, but she quickly returned to the distant voice she’d had to acquire in the past few months.

Things were not getting any easier and every loving family member that she had to inform about the deaths of their family hit another chord in her own barely healed heart. She watched the woman and could tell she was moments from crumbling in on herself. A moment passed in which Doe considered walking away to check in with the mission leader, but she couldn’t. She reached out, grabbing the woman’s arm, her entire body leaning on Doe’s small frame for support.

These were the moments she hated; the moments when she wondered if everything she’d told herself in the past few months about making a difference and saving lives and stopping the pain and misery from hitting other people were all just lies and impossible dreams. These were the moments when she could hear herself in the screams of those who were dying around her, or worse, those who had been touched by death the way she had been. There were no survivors. Not this time. But how would any of them come out of this unscathed?

[x]

Seeking Resolution || Drabble

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:38:24 -0400

It still hurt to think about how badly she’d messed things up with Matt; to read that he didn’t trust her. She knew it was fair, though. She hadn’t given him much reason to trust her in the past two months, not when she’d walked out on their relationship when he most needed her. But reading the words in his messy script just drove the point home. Still, the fact that he was being honest with her meant something and she was glad that he was doing so, even if it hurt now. Like he said, maybe- sooner or later- they would fix things; she would fix things.

Her eyes ran over the list he’d made. She didn’t want to see anyone else. She only wanted him, and if she could only see him on Saturdays, even for a few minutes, then she would honestly be happy with that. Just knowing that he would be back in her life was enough. She couldn’t help but laugh at his note about Transfiguration. She hated that he was going to hold her to that, but part her felt a sudden happiness knowing that even after hurting him, he was still looking out for her best interests.

Doe furrowed her brow as she looked at his last condition: be civil with John. It’s not that she couldn’t be or that she didn’t want to; it was more that she worried it might not be possible anymore. She’d always struggled to get along with him, more so after their horrible fight over the summer. Any progress that she may have made with him after that was probably negated after she’d gone and hurt Matt so badly. She could only imagine how much Matt’s brother Marcel might feel about her. She bit her lip… his entire family probably hated her now. She let out a heavy sigh. There was no use regretting the fact of their situation. She knew how she felt about him; that had never changed. And to top it off, he still cared about her despite all that she’d done. She would prove to him that she wasn’t going anywhere. As for the rest of anyone else who might judge them? It didn’t matter what they thought. Doe was so sick of letting other people dictate how she felt and how she acted when it came to her relationship; so sick of letting other people’s concerns taint what she had always known. This time, she wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of how much she loved Matt.

Dorcas Grace Meadowes, I’ve been thinking about this. About you and I and all that. About how...

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:38:00 -0400

Dorcas Grace Meadowes,

I’ve been thinking about this. About you and I and all that. About how I somehow systematically blow you off every time you try to bring up the subject of us. I don’t know. I guess I”m just waiting for you to still be a flight risk if I’m allowed to be completely honest with you. I’m waiting for you to realize that this time around things will be much harder, that we’re trying to fix the problems that have been caused and that I really just can’t allow myself to trust you no matter what people may think differently about it, or about us. And I know that this letter starts off horribly, but with the spare time I’ve got right now — and this is also the same time you should be studying Transfiguration, because Megan was barking off about some test she has, and I know you’ll have the same one. This is my only real moment to sit down and tell you what I think we can do for this — “trial” thing-test-run-thing-a-ma-bob-whatever-this-is-getting-out-of-hand…-?

We both agree not to see other people: Do I have to explain this? Do you want to change your mind on this? I mean — if you do, then what the hell was the point of asking me for a second chance and all, right? So that’s probably a no. Unless it isn’t. Which in that case, you should definitely tell me if it isn’t.
I’ll make more of an effort to see you: My schedule sucks, I know it does. And you’re in school five days a week but we can kind of make Saturday date night? Maybe? To actually see one another face to face? It’s the only night I get off, and while most times I spend it sleeping, I don’t mind a little less sleep if you’re willing to see me.
You have to promise to keep on top of Transfiguration: Okay, I know, weird request. But I know you can do it. And if this is the only power-tripping I’m allowed to take from this ”trial” thing-test-run-thing-a-ma-bob-whatever-this-is then I’m going to use that to my advantage. I mean it, Meadowes, I accept nothing less than at least an A from you. Because I know you’re capable of an O but I’ll set the bar lower because I understand you’ve got other obligations like eating bacon covered chocolate or chocolate covered chocolate or napping — the important things, right?
Absolutely no Crappy Head Crappies merchandise is allowed in the flat: We don’t allow snails, or frog legs. We don’t allow Megan to smack us. We don’t allow shite teams in our home. We want to preserve the Puddlemere air we’ve got going in Chateau Daw-vis. Yes, I realize how gay-sounding that was. Megan pointed it out to me well before I ever actually wrote it down. But we’re ~~gay~~ cool like that so you can only bask in the coolness, or judge in the shadows like Megan.This is a future reference ruling, if we’re able to finally make it to you coming to my flat. W~~hich I hope we are because I don’t want this ”trial” thing-test-run-thing-a-ma-bob-whatever-this-is to go to waste.~~
Please be civil with John: I’m not asking you to be his friend. I’m not asking you two to just solve your issues from the summer. It was hard on all of us and I know you can both mutually agree to that. But he’s a bit peeved after things between us fell apart. He’s like — no. He is my brother. All I’m asking is on your end to keep up the niceties I know he will. He’s doing it for me. If this is my selfish request [Because the Transfiguration one is not being selfish at all] then it would be that.

I think that’s all I have for now. I want this to work, but I think as long as we both mutually agree to do these things, and y’know — try — then nothing can go wrong, right?

I do still care about you. You know that, right? I just — for once, I need to protect myself against you. And I never thought I’d say that but I never thought we’d have to give things a second chance. And if any of this is asking too much of you, or it’s just too much then tell me. But I think — No, I know I’m more content if I’m open about how this should go if we’re going to get back to where we were. I can’t promise it will happen in a week’s time, or a month’s time. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to trust you tomorrow, but I’d like to sooner rather than later. I can’t promise a lot of things and I don’t expect you too either but — But I can promise that I do still care about you. And I want this to work.

— M. Jarvis

P.S. If you burned/discarded/ripped or did any damage to my jersey I gave you, you’ll be forced to wear Puddlemere until you’ve got grey hair. That’s an actual threat. Take it as it is, beautiful.

[x]

Excuse me, hi.

Mon, 20 May 2013 15:41:44 -0400

everleighs:

Maybe, I’m sure she is. I’ve never been into Gryffindor, I don’t think. Maybe I have. Oh, yes, I have once but I don’t remember where it was. You have to have a password, don’t you? Damn. Do you- I need her for- an assignment. I’ll owl her, yes.

Owl her. Brilliant, thank you.

Yes, you need a password. I could look for you, but I probably won’t be heading back up to the dorms till after dinner so an owl is probably your best bet. I’m glad I could help. I hope everything’s alright.

Excuse me, hi.

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:59:19 -0400

everleighs:

Have you seen Wren Bobbin?

Um… uh, no I think… actually, no I haven’t seen her. Maybe she’s up in the Tower?

Ugh—

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:55:58 -0400

littlelionveela:

If you weren’t my best mate, I’d turn you into dust for fun, Dorko.

Surprisingly — yes. So find me something to eat, or so steal some bacon from the Puffs because I want to eat.

If you weren’t my best mate, I’d charm your hair green and laugh for ages while you try to figure out the counter-charm.

Um… you can have half of my last piece in the meantime?

Ugh—

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:32:08 -0400

littlelionveela:

Why don’t you try saying that without a wad of bacon in your mouth, Bacon-Stealer?

Oops?

Wait- are you hungry?

Ugh—

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:06:35 -0400

littlelionveela:

Who’s the prat who ate all the bacon?

Sirius. It was definitely Sirius.

Dizzy Miss Vance || Sirius (and sleepyEmme)

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:48:56 -0400

messrsblack:

Sirius managed to avoid the trick step just in the nick of time – thanks to Doe’s warning – which was a feat, considering he had to navigate himself over it whilst holding Emme. He breathed a sigh of relief once he’d made it over it safely; it was bad enough getting tricked by it in normal circumstances, let alone when you were carrying someone. “Thanks,” he muttered to Doe, showing his gratitude for her warning. He tried not to roll his eyes as she began to panic over Emme’s breathing. “Course she’s breathing, Dork.” He tried not to laugh as Doe came to check herself that Emme was indeed still alive. “See, she’s breathing. Sounds to me like she fainted or something. Pomfrey will sort her out in no time, I’m sure.” Sirius was grateful when they finally approached the hospital wing; though Emme was light, it wasn’t easy to get across the castle carrying someone, not with all the stairs he’d had to navigate. He nodded at Doe’s suggestion, staggering over to the nearest available bed with Emme. He placed her gently down on the bed, and waited for Doe to return with Pomfrey. They weren’t too long; Doe soon appeared, Pomfrey behind her, the latter of whom immediately began to bustle behind Emme. Sirius stood for a moment by the bed, his hands shoved in his pockets, but found himself having to hop out of the way for Pomfrey. “We’ll, er, we’ll leave you to it, yeah?” he said to Pomfrey, who he didn’t think was paying the slightest bit of attention. “Come on Doe. We can wait outside or come and check on her later. And we should probably owl her dorm mates or something,” he said to Doe, taking her by the arm and leading her out.

Fin

You haven't happened to hear from Alice lately, have you?

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:01:00 -0400

Not since I saw her in Hogsmeade two weeks ago. Why? She said to owl her anytime, but I imagine if she hasn’t replied to you yet she’s probably just busy with training.

Dizzy Miss Vance || Sirius (and sleepyEmme)

Fri, 17 May 2013 19:25:43 -0400

messrsblack:

Sirius did as Doe instructed, pulling Emme’s arm over his shoulder at the same time as Doe did, taking most of her weight himself. The pair of them slowly navigated through the classroom, Sirius becoming increasingly aware of the awkwardness of the way they were carrying Emme. Once they were out in the corridor, Sirius said, “Can we stop for a minute. This isn’t- let me just take her, okay?” He waited for Doe to stop and then did so himself. Taking a moment to suck in a deep breath, he lifted Emme up, with one arm beneath her legs and the other supporting her back. “You can be in charge of the doors, yeah?” He set off down the corridor once again, moving slower now that he was carrying Emme alone. “What do you think’s the matter with her?” he asked Doe, hoping that whatever it was, it wasn’t serious.

“Thanks,” Doe said gratefully as Sirius stopped and lifted Emme to carry himself. She held a hand out to steady them both until it was clear that Sirius could handle it just fine, and only then did they start moving back down the corridor. “I’m not sure,” she said thoughtfully as she held back one of the tapestries blocking the next stairway. “She looked kind of pale and distracted through class but didn’t say or do anything when I looked over to check on her. Watch the trick step there.” She stepped widely to avoid the step, turning to spot Sirius as he followed behind. “And then she must have just passed out? I barely saw it happen till she was on the ground…Almost there, can you make it carrying her? She’s still breathing, right?” A sudden sense of nervousness hit her and she stepped closer to see for herself that her chest was rising and falling with slow breaths. They crossed the last corridor and rounded the corner before coming across the wide oak doors of the hospital. Doe pushed one open and held it until Sirius entered with Emme. “Um… do you suppose….?” She looked around. “Maybe put her on one of the beds and I’ll see if we can get Pomfrey’s attention.” She turned to look for the nurse, moving quickly down the hall to the office to bring her back to attend to the new patient.

Dizzy Miss Vance || Sirius (and sleepyEmme)

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:26:36 -0400

messrsblack:

Sirius was sat with his elbow propped on the desk, chin resting on his clenched up fist. He’d paid attention for all of five minutes to Professor Flitwick who was rabbiting on about the theory of some charm he couldn’t even remember the name of. He wondered for a brief moment if it was possible to be asleep with your eyes open, before his thoughts quickly shifted to what they might be having for dinner that night. At the thought his stomach gave a loud grumble. He turned his eyes to the clock, squinting at it to see how long they had left until class was over. It was for that reason that he didn’t notice Emme falling out of her chair until she’d crashed into his. He jumped, the sudden movement against his desk startling him, his gaze moving to the unmoving girl on the floor. “Fuck,” he said without thinking. He quickly flashed Flitwich an apologetic grin. “Sorry Professor. Bit startled.” At Doe’s demand for help, he jumped up. “Oh right, yeah, course.” He knelt down beside Emme, concern on his face. “How d’you wanna do this? One of us take her legs, one her shoulders? Or should I just fling her over my shoulder?”

In any other situation, Doe probably would’ve rolled her eyes at Sirius. This time, however, she was too focused on Emme to do so. “Just help me lift her. You get that side.” She nodded her head towards him and signaled that he pull Emme’s arm over his shoulder as she did the same, slowly pushing herself of the ground so that they were standing on either side of her. Sirius seemed to be supporting most of her weight, but Doe wrapped one steadying arm around Emme’s middle to help guide her limp body as they maneuvered their way out of the classroom door. Once clear of the doorway, they were able to make their way more quickly down the corridor, which was luckily relatively close to the hospital wing compared to some of their other classrooms.

hey all, pleas eplease let me know if i owe anything on doe, piper or jack so i can work on getting...

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:07:00 -0400

hey all, pleas eplease let me know if i owe anything on doe, piper or jack so i can work on getting them done before au starts. i need to take the weekend off to recover from the past week and just get some real life things taken care of (like sleeping)

also im working on developing several plots for my three chars since ive been in a slight slump, but if anyone else has ideas they want to talk about let me know!!

Lazy Fucks || Dorkinnon Convara Thing

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:04:37 -0400

marlenebloodymckinnon:

“Nope,” Marlene agreed. “Nope, it doesn’t. Just bottles it away until you end up talking about it anyway. You spend more time feeling worse and worse and then you explode and everyone feels bad with you. If you haven’t made them feel like shit on the path to your destruction already.” Marlene listened as Doe explained herself, as she justified her circumstances and professed her feelings. As she said that stupid little word. Love. What the hell was that anyway? “When you love someone, hmm?” She shook her head. “No, I’m not either. That’s a lie. I’m entirely sure we’re not just talking about-I don’t know what I’m doing,” she finally admitted aloud. “I don’t-it’s so easy with you and Matt. You love him and he loves you and that is-it’s perfect. And you’re meant to be. All that jazz. But what about-what if you don’t-I don’t love Gideon,” Marlene gushed. Now that the issue had finally come to light, she had a difficult time catching her breath. “I care about him, but-what am I doing? He’s out there living this life and I’m still here and who knows if we’re going to make it very far. So what’s the point? Of course it’s worth it with you and Matt. You two are in love. Not spending your time together is a waste. But what if it’s not like that for me and Gideon? Am I not wasting time carrying on with him when I could be-I don’t know.” She rested her head in her hands gave a shaky laugh. “I didn’t know this was such a big deal for me before I started talking. Sorry. We can go back to the lovey dovey Matt stuff if you want.”

“Hazard of being a Gryffindor, I think. We all tend to bottle it up and then drag everyone anyone else down into our mess just the same, don’t we?” Doe hadn’t realized that she’s said love, but it had simply come out as she spoke. Yes she loved Matt, but she didn’t mean to compare what was happening between him and herself to what Marlene was going through. “Marlene, you don’t have to love Gideon. I didn’t mean it like that. But you do care about him. I know that, you know that, he knows that. And if you care about him and he makes you happy-” Doe shook her head and tried to collect her thoughts before she moved on. “First of all, you don’t know that Matt and I are meant to be. And no matter how I might like that to be the case, doesn’t make it so. But that expectation… everyone says it, but how do you think that makes me feel when I’ve come so close to ruining our relationship completely? And so… maybe I don’t know exactly what you’re saying, but I still know how it feels to be confused and frustrated and lost.” Doe took a deep breath and looked at Marlene in the eye. “I don’t want to be that person that tries to fix things all the time, but I know you’re really worked up about this, and I don’t like seeing you like this. But Marlene, you just need to know that it’s entirely up to you in how you feel about Gid and what you might want to do or not do about that. If you’re not happy, you’re allowed to say that. And if he does make you happy, then that’s what you should be honest about that too, and not spend all your time worrying about what could be otherwise. It’s something you have to decide on your own, and you can’t make yourself feel bad about it, or let anyone else make you feel bad about it either. It’s your life, you know that.”

Dizzy Miss Vance || Sirius (and sleepyEmme)

Fri, 17 May 2013 17:28:00 -0400

Doe had noticed that something seemed strange with Emme throughout the course of the lesson, but was very much focused on Flitwick’s lecture aside from a few concerned glances that she sent her partner. She felt something shift beside her but didn’t see Emme begin to fall until it was too late. It seemed like slow motion, but not slow enough to stop it from happening because she had hit the floor quicker than seemed possible. Doe lept to her feet and then leaned down beside Emme. She pushed the hair from her face and felt a slow pulse against her neck. She looked up at the crowd of students around them and then to Flitwick. “She’s unconscious but she’s breathing.” Her eyes fell on Sirius who had been sitting behind them. “Sirius, help?” She waited for him to join her before helping pull Emme upright. “We can take her to Pomfrey,” she explained to the professor.

Owl Post || Matt

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:34:30 -0400

aurormoosejarvis:

Welcome to my life. Might be my new hobby if I can survive. Though i’m terrified if they actually have sex. The flat doesn’t stand a chance. And I’m half convinced John does it because he knows it’s going to annoy me.

Good girl, I knew you would take the right path. I think it’s something along those lines. Which works, considering I’m a loud and proud Ravenclaw for life.

I know you aren’t. It’s a thought, but you know I’ve never made you do anything you don’t want to do. Tornadoes suck Hippogriff dick though. Puddlemere made sure they knew that. I guess rule number one is you don’t try to make me love the Crappy-Head Crappies. Yes. There we go. Wow, I should be an official Quidditch Team Namer.

— M. Jarvis

P.S. Puddlemere rulez.

Well, on the bright side, if they destroy the flat through snogging or sex, you could always get a new flat? Maybe in Hogsmeade? They’ve got good pubs there- or so I’ve heard- and it’s not far from Hogwarts, you know. Cassie wouldn’t have to fly to wherever it is you live these days.

Loud and proud Ravenclaw? More like nerdy and dorky Ravenclaw for life.

Well, I agree completely that the Tornadoes are horrible. And they’ve got awful uniforms. And their Keeper is a dirty cheater, on and off the pitch. I saw in Witch Weekly that he was having an affair with the sister of the Magpies’ Seeker? I won’t try to convince you to like Holyhead if you stop calling them the Crappy-Head Crappies. That’s not even a good insult.

-Doe

P.S. Ravenclaw would probably kick you out for writing “rulez”. Such poor spelling….

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Tue, 14 May 2013 20:47:27 -0400