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Moving back slightly to allow Molly the opportunity to slide into the queue, Dorcas shook her head. "No, I didn't get asked or particularly feel like asking anybody." She shrugged, things had been so complicated recently with her dating life, from Ted. to Lucian, to the column then to snogging Rita. Things had gotten messy. Her dating life felt like a rollercoaster, and Dorcas wanted tonight to remain perfectly still. It seemed to be going well, apart the fact that she had caught a glance of Lucian a few times this evening and well the sight of his attention going elsewhere - it made her stomach drop a little.

Her attention focused on Molly, who seemed to attempt to gloss over her pause that hinted at there being a 'nevermind.' "Molly, you better not be trying to hide something from me." Dorcas nudged the other woman gently. "Tell me everything."

"Perfect, a dance will come right after we get a drink...and right after you tell me about this mystery person."

Molly glanced at the other people behind Dorcas and mouthed "Sorry" and found herself while she joined her friend. "Where have you been all night? Have a lucky date?" Molly winked. "Wondering why I haven't seen you." She raised her eyebrow. "Then again, I've been all over the place myself. But you having a date would be so much more interesting. I need some excitement since I came alone. Except...nevermind." Molly shook her head and felt her cheeks get warm thinking of her dance with Charity. She supposed she did did have a little excitement of her own.

"Just a dance? You got it, my friend! It's about damn time!"

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Dorcas chuckled at the mention of the provocative dressing. She was preaching to the choir, not the Dorcas tended to dress overly provocative but the woman did like when her outfit complimented her best assets quite well. Picking an outfit was one of the best things about Hogwarts and the castle's events, especially a ball. "Thank you." She acknowledged the other woman's compliment.

Dorcas never typically had a reason to rustle through the shops for a ball gown - so it was fun to get dressed up to the nines for an evening. "There is nothing like sending a message with a fabulous outfit." Dorcas nodded, in agreement. "Out of curiosity, what message are you sending out this evening?"

The complement was a welcome one. "Why thank you. I don't normally dress so," Dahlia took a beat, "provocatively but I couldn't resist it. It screams sending a message." What exactly that message was, even Dahlia didn't know but it was something magnificent. Perhaps it was that, although she was a girl with such an affliction with the power to kill at will, she was a force to be reckoned with. And she was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone should know it. But something else happened in that dress: she was smiling.

"I'm not the only one with a wonderful dress tonight. I commend you on yours as well." She paused. "It's been such a wonderful evening. The great hall is, well, finally looking great for a change."

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Perhaps a little too worked up with the commotion around her, Dorcas had hardly recognised that the person sliding in beside her in the queue was Molly.

Covering her heart with her hand, Dorcas breathed a laugh. “Gosh sorry, Mols.” Turning a blind eye to her friend making her way into the queue. It was slightly unfair to the rest of the disgruntled students behind her, but Dorcas was sure they would get over it.

“Course, I’ll let you in.” She laughed, “you caught me off guard is all. Tell you what, my love, for a place in the queue, you owe me a dance.”

Molly had been running the dance floor all night. She moved from one group to another being the social butterfly she was. It was a blast. She couldn’t stop moving and didn’t want to. The witch was fighting through the sweat on her forehead, wiping it away, unnerved by it at all. The dancing was worth it. The socializing was worth it.

Finally she gave in. Molly danced her way through the crowd toward the refreshment table for a large glass of water. The line was entirely too long. That’s when she saw Dorcas close to the front and smirked. She walked toward her and just hopped in front of her friend to see how she would react. And react she did.

Molly turned around, “You wouldn’t let me bunk? C’mon now, Dorcas. You love me, don’t you?” Molly smiled at her friend. "I'll trade you with something."

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“I don’t like those options,” Dorcas pointed out, matter of factly. “I reckon that somebody like yourself has been greeted with one too many pardons.” She teased, hopeful that he would pick up that it was a lighthearted dig rather than an insult. “Sometimes you need to be barked at with an oi, it builds character.” Dorcas glanced at Lucian as she approached, he looked handsome. Even more so than usual.

Taking his arm, Dorcas tried her best to mask the small hint of a blush that pricked to her cheeks. She knew full well that if Lucian picked up on it, she would never live it down. “Thank you, so do you. But I must admit that I’m missing the shorts slightly.”

Allowing Lucian to lead her outside, Dorcas chuckled at the mention of Halloween. “Ah, I’m trying out something a bit different tonight. No tits, and no booze, so you’re without your two favourite things about me.” Bumping her shoulder against his arm, as they moved. “It’s all quite ladylike…but these shoes are a fucking pain.”

"Excuse me maybe... pardon me could work," he suggested. "Hello would even do," he joked with a quick wink. Not that he had an issue with anyway Dorcas chose to shout out to him. Truthfully he thought it was amusing, and was mostly just wondering to himself if she was half tipsy already considering that was the last time she had sought out to talk to him. Lucian enjoyed the detentions spent in Dorcas's company, and the parties even more, but lately it seemed like firewhiskey was a necessity to be cordial.

He glanced across the room, spotting Eavan in a huddle with some friends and then held his arm out to Dorcas. "Come on then," he said, holding it out for her to take. "You look lovely by the way," he told her as they made their way outside. "Although we both seem to have hidden the assets away," he added, referring back to Halloween.

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I thought this was the back, Dorcas glanced over her shoulder. While she didn’t quite understand his confusion, there were hoards of people standing around the desk. Some who had already collected drinks, others who were aimlessly looking around for friends. Plus, Dorcas detected a hint of an American accent. Her gaze softening, Dorcas ushered him into the spot in front. “Just this one time-next time you might get someone a lot less understanding.”

Elias had been bopping around the entire time and mingling with any student willing to hear him rattle on. It was all so exciting, even if the food wasn't particularly good. Well, it was fine, just a little boring. No guy in his right mind would complain about free food.

That didn't mean he wasn't hunger after dancing for a good portion of the night. As he approached the table for something to eat, he was stopped by one of the Hogwarts students. "I thought this was the back," he spoke, honestly confused. "Everyone is in kind of a clump in front of the tables."

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Dorcas blinked for a moment, her brain turning over the other woman’s words as Dorcas tried to pick up on the American jargon. A smirk toyed on her lips, as the other asked what gave away her ilvermorny status. “Mainly, the accent.” She explained with a nod. “Quite alot of people tend to wince at the food, so that isn’t a dead giveaway.”

Dickwad, now that was a new one. Dorcas liked to believe she owned a full Rolodex of insults, but dickwad was certainly one to add to the list. “The music has been very good. I reckon they’ve tried to steer clear of their usual classical dance numbers to try and show you lot a good time.”

“It’s a bit crowded, even for me.” She acknowledged, “but other than that it’s been jivin.” A word that sounded utterly ridiculous in her accent.

Abeni would have been lying if she said she hadn't been looking forward to the pub culture here in the UK, though her ability to actually visit any of these legendary spots of music and community had been severally limited by an extremely annoying curfew and the Hogwarts castle being in the middle of nowhere, with only a few small villages dotted around it. So by the time Abeni sat down with a well-spiked punch in her hand, she was excited to try something other than a drink from the Three Broomsticks. Careful to ensure nothing spilled on her beadwork, Abeni took a careful sip... And found it lacking. Perhaps it would grow on her with time, but she was missing that sting of the moonshine an enterprising eighth year Horned Serpent had snuck over here.

"I thought they'd have better things on deck," Abeni had muttered only to immediately cut herself off with a smile at the British accent that addressed her. "'Ay, what gave it away? The fact that I'm crashing your pad, wincing at the food?" She shook her head. "Sorry girl, that was mean. We could blame my feet aching but I'm sometimes just a general dickwad." Shaking her head slightly, Abeni smiled at Dorcas. "It's not as bad as my complaining makes it seem. I love having a good boogie and it's great to see the infamous highlands. But," she added with a lean in and a smirk, "What about you? Don't mind us hippies invading your school? Are you jivin'?"

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At the sound of another voice chirping in behind her, Dorcas turned to glance at the other person. She appreciated Grace speaking up in her defence. It was far too crowded and warm in the great hall for people to be ignoring the courtesy of a queue for water. Her eyes flickering back to the person attempting to bunk, Dorcas mimicked Grace in pointing back. “You heard her, back of the line.”

Slightly smug as the person seemed to obey, Dorcas turned back to Grace. “Thank you,” she smiles, grateful. “It’s crazy how inconsiderate people can be.”

✹‑― It didn't take long before Grace remembered why she hated wearing such an intricate gown-- there was air, no breathing. And with two schools' worth of students in one room, just made everything that much worse. She managed to find herself a place in the line for the refreshments behind a few other students only to spy the commotion in front of her. "None of us are frankie the first year, we all know how a queue works. Get in the back of the line with the rest of 'em," she spoke up and thrusted her thumb behind her.

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'Ilvermony, of course' Dorcas couldn't help but think to herself as the woman stared at her blankly. Earlier in the line, a few other Ilvermony students had been called out for trying to cut in front. Speak a bit clearer, Dorcas audibly tutted. Although with her Newcastle accent, it wasn't the first time somebody had asked her to repeat herself. The audacity to cut in line, and then criticise her did not bode well with Dorcas. "This is a queue." Dorcas gestured to herself and the people behind, "You start at the back, and it's your turn when you get to the front. Is that clear enough for you, sugar?"

she's not asking for the world, but she certainly isn't waiting in that line for a couple of cubes of ice. winnie is sure people wouldn't mind - and it seems to be that way until she hears a voice behind her complain. the southerner turns to face the other, giving her a sickly sweet smile she was quite famous for back home. "sorry, sugar, i didn't quite get that. could you speak a bit clearer for me?" she asks with faux kindness, motioning to her own lips in emphasis.

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She probably should have ignored him, allowed him to walk past without beckoning his attention. But where was the fun in that? Dorcas' evening had been quite tame, compared to other parties in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was assumed that the professors were keeping a closer watch on the Hogwarts students drinks, not wanting a bad impression to be made on the American students.

"Oi," Dorcas clarified, "Sorry, is that not posh enough for you? What would a gentleman like yourself say?" Lucian was right, the heat in the Great Hall was intense, and the perfect excuse for her to join him in getting a bit of air. At least, that was what Dorcas would tell herself. This was just an excuse to get air, there was definitely no other motive behind it. Dorcas stood up, smoothing out her dress before taking a few steps to meet Lucian near the exit. "Well, you're in luck. I don't really care anymore. Besides...it's Christmas, the holiday of forgiveness."

The Yule Ball was well under way and Lucian had fulfilled all the duties befitting of a gentleman at such an event. Or at least all the duties his mother encouraged him to keep up. He kept his date occupied, spending most of the night at Eavan's side, or leaving to get them refreshments. Other than that he only left to dance with girls he knew his mother would also wish him to; either people who had important familial ties or people who looked lonely and on the outskirts. She drilled it into him at a very young age that it was important to be kind to the quiet wallflowers.

Now, done with all that, he decided to slip outside and get some fresh air for a moment. He just stepped through the doorway when he heard his name and turned around with his hands in his pockets. "Oi?" he laughed, his eyes drifting over to Dorcas as she spoke. "Shut up, I'm trying to sneak out," he joked, cocking his head to indicate that she should come closer. "I need some fresh air for five minutes, the heat in here is stifling," he explained. "I'd ask you to join me but I know you worry about how things appear to people," he said teasingly.

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Lucius Malfoy, Dorcas should've known. the man walked with an air about him as though he owned the place. Clearly Lucius believed in this entitlement, as he cut in front of the rest of the people waiting for a drink. Her eyes narrowed, it was this sort of arrogance and complacency that boiled her blood. It was just a glass of water, but Dorcas couldn't let it slide. At times like these, spite was her main motivator.

"Ah, I'm afraid this time blood isn't thicker than water." Dorcas clicked her tongue, "Have you ever seen the back of a queue? I'd be glad to walk you there, once I get my beverage."

        at the sound of a very shrill voice , lucius turns around & comes face - to - face with none other than dorcas meadowes . to say that the two of them are on opposing sides is too simple , because , really , they couldn't be more different if they tried . which is a shame when lucius finds dorcas to be rather appealing . " oh , i'm sorry , " lucius starts , placing a hand over his chest , right where his heart supposedly lies underneath . " i thought we were all aware that purebloods get the right away , " he explains . " or did you not get the memo ? " he asks , raising a brow .

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dorcas | peter | nancy

Send me a ✵ + a ship and i’ll tell you who does what at christmas!

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies?

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas?

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping

who insists on making snow angels?

who put christmas outfits on all the pets?

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in?

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers?

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present?

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year?

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame?

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm?

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real?

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dorcas | peter | nancy

*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ  —  holiday ask meme  !  —  ･ﾟ✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *

send  🎄 for  our  muses  to  decorate  the  christmas  tree  together .

send  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe .

send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together .

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm .

send  🛩  for  your muse  to  surprise  mine  by  making  it  home  for  the  holidays .

send  🍪  for  our  muses  to  bake  cookies  for  santa  together .

send  🎁  for  my  muse  to  try  &  guess  what  yours  got  them  for  christmas .

send  🙈  for  our  muses  to  stay  up  waiting  for  santa .

send  🥶️ for  our  muses  to  warm  up  by  cuddling  close  to  a  fire .

send  💝 for  my  muse  to  give  yours  a  handmade  gift .

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who : open to anyone

where : the refreshment table in the great hall

The heat in the great hall was stifling, especially after spending so much time on the dance floor. after around four songs, the woman was well aware that she needed nothing more than a cold drink and a bit of fresh air. as she stood in the drinks queue for more than fifteen minutes, the young woman came to the realisation that a majority of people had the same idea.

It was just about to be her turn when somebody, who seemed to be neglecting the system in place, cut in front of her. "Excuse me, do you mind?" Dorcas spoke loudly, tapping the person on the shoulder. "There's a queue for a reason, I didn't waste fifteen minutes of my life out of the goodness of my heart. Unless you have an outstanding reason, you aren't bunking."

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Following Marlene off of the dance floor, Dorcas was out of breath and feeling high on life as the music coursed through her body. Hogwarts had many of parties during Dorcas' academic years, but this was definitely one of the best.

Dorcas was having a good time. In comparison to the beginning of the year when Dorcas was seeking to hide away from anything that could prop up in an article, being surrounded by friends helped distract her from any worry or fear of embarrassment.

On her way back to the table that Dorcas and her pals were occupying for the evening, she caught a glimpse of a stunning dress. Filled with festive cheer and seeking to spread some around, Dorcas tapped the woman on the arm. "I'm good, it's actually been a nice evening so far." Dorcas nodded, "I just wanted to mention that your dress is incredible."

where: the crowd at the ball. who: open; @noxstarters.

Dahlia was in a better mood than anticipated. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that she came with Alecto. It gave her a boost of self confidence that Alecto would show up with her. It's not that they were a couple of any kind, but going with the main person she looked up to was brilliant.

At this particular time, Alecto was chatting with people she was expected to interact with. Although Dahlia was in a better mood than normal, she didn't want to be connected to Alecto's hip the entire time. It would cramp both their styles. Instead, she decided to see who she could find on her own. She hoped for people willing to fight for the cause. It would be interesting if there was anyone from Ilvermorny who had ideas regarding the upcoming war.

As she walked among the crowd she was stopped by someone. This was her chance. "And how are you this evening?"

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who : @lucianflint

where: the back of great hall, near the entrance

Dorcas' eyes travelled across an evening that was in full swing, professors were stumbling across the dance-floor in each others arms and a few people had been escorted out for attempting to spike the alcohol-free mulled wine. Her feet aching from the height of her heels, Dorcas needed a few moments before she attempted a numbing spell on her feet in order to return to the dance-floor. For it being a tad later in the evening, Dorcas was surprisingly sober. Only topping up her sparkling wine when feeling brave enough to wrangle her way through the refreshment table.

About to return to the floor, Dorcas turned to glance at her wand when the figure of a familiar person seemed to be heading towards the doorway. Usually, Dorcas only had the confidence to beckon Lucian for a conversation in detention or when she had the dutch courage of firewhiskey behind her. This time though, it barely took a second thought. "Oi Lucian, where are you sneaking off to?" Dorcas called over, amused. "Surely, you aren't leaving. The Lucian Flint I sorta know would never leave a party early."

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who: @abenipaycuma

where: the great hall

The concept of putting a bunch of students into one room with music and beverages was always a dangerous concept, but to bring an entire other school across the pond to join the Hogwarts student population? That was just guaranteed to be an explosion of drama and drunkenness, waiting to detonate. However, Dorcas was still yet to interact with anybody from Ilvermony.

After an issue with her dress earlier in the evening, Dorcas settled down at a table, finally with a drink in hand. Enjoying the pop of fizz that danced on her tongue upon her first sip, Dorcas glanced around the table she had sat at. Hearing the brief murmur of an American accent. Raising an eyebrow, she looked over at the student. "I'm guess you're from Ilvermony?" Dorcas smiled softly, "How are you finding it across the pond?"

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who: @amissavis

where: the lavatories.

The Great Hall was crowded, and almost instantly after entering into the venue, somebody had spilled a drink on the back of her dress, a satin pink dress. Perhaps a few drinks in, Dorcas wouldn't have cared and would have danced the night away blissfully with a lack of care for the dark wet mark at the train of her dress. But at 8pm? People had only just begun to arrive. Her wand remained with Mary back at the table, and Dorcas had been in the bathrooms for twenty minutes. Far too proud to step out with a mark on her dress.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief as Emmeline walked into the lavatory. "Emmeline!" Dorcas explained, beckoning the woman over. "Do you have your wand? I'm afraid I've run into a bit of a dress disaster."