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Third base is me telling you about my father

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dorcas .

letting  her  fingers  twist  at  her  earrings  kept  dorcas  busy  from  the  conversation  she  was  finding  herself  stuck  in  with  cecilia  annatolino  .  the  feeling  of  spinning  metal  in  her  ear  ,  kept  her  from  losing  her  mind—  dorcas  was  struggling  to  understand  why  she  was  hearing  all  about  the  witch's  crush  on  one  of  her  fellow  slytherins  .  the  witch  begged  merlin  for  a  saving  grace....  but  she  never  would  have  guessed  that  the  saving  grace  was  going  to  be  narcissa  black  teetering  over  .  the  blonde  already  caused  dorcas  to  shy  down  ,  but  now  being  spoken  to  by  the  famous  black  sister  ,  she  could  feel  her  mouth  go  dry  .    "  oh  uh—-  let  me  ,  let's  see...  "  she  started,  before  leaning  a  little  closer  to  the  witch  ,  "  basil  ,  fresh  linens  ,  parchment  ,  and...  hmm  ?    basil  ,  linen  ,  parchment  ,  and  apple  pie  !  "  dorcas  finished  ,  closing  her  eyes  and  taking  another  deep  breathe  of  the  amortentia  .    "  smells  just  like  my  da—-  ,  "  her  eyes  opening  quickly  ,  "  what  do  you  smell  narcissa  ?  "

teetering on her sky-high shoes, narcissa navigated the crowded room easily. chin held high, she took a small sip of her champagne - dainty, girly, appropriate. druella would be so proud. and what was narcissa if not a revolving door of actions that would make her mother proud? beaming at the person approaching her, she slid a few of her loose hairs over her shoulder. "alright, alright, what do you smell?," she asked, giggling as she realized the question might not make much sense without an ounce of context. "the pearls! i had them soaked in amortentia - aphrodite!," she gushed, gesturing to herself. "so - what does it smell like to you?"

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rabastan !!

             “  and  steal  the  spotlight   ?   ”    rabastan  turned  his  attention  toward  the  witch    ,   the  corners  of  his  mouth  lifting  into  something  comparable  to  a  mona  lisa  smile   .   as  surprising  as  it  might  have  been   ,   the  young  lestrange  was   ,  on  occasion   ,   capable  of  humor   .    “   pureblood  society  dictates  all  up  and  coming  aristocratic  youth  be  subjected  to  intensive  dance  lessons   .   we  are  required  to  get  crunk  at  least  three  times  a  week  and  at  random  intervals   .   ”  despite  the  slight  grin   ,   the  only  hint  that  he  was  kidding  was  how  absolutely  absurd  the  idea  was   .   rabastan  lestrange  was  a  little  too  good  at  lying  .

dorcas .

"  how  could  i  forget  about  your  required  dance  lessons  ,  "  dorcas  added  ,  tapping  her  finger  on  her  forehead  ,  "  well  .....  i  think  it  is  only  essential  now  that  you  show  the  rest  of  us  how  to  get  .....  crunk  ,  as  you  say  ,  "    she  teased  ,  clinking  her  glass  of  punch  against  rabastan's  .  shifting  her  weight  ,  dorcas  let  her  back  hit  the  wall  and  letting  her  eyes  wander  the  great  hall  .  there  were  many  things  one  could  say  about  hogwarts  ,  but  they  knew  how  to  decorate  .  "  i'd  go  out  there  with  you  ,  but  unfortunately  i  don't  have  your  same  "  cool  and  mysterious  "  vibe  so  i'll  get  absolutely  flamed  for  my  dancing  ,  "  she  added  ,  her  penchant  for  self-deprecation  shining  through  .

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dorcas .

dorcas  had  never  stopped  so  quickly  when  her  ears  truly  started  to  process  what  emma  vanity  had  called  out  .  "  you’re  joking  !?  "  the  woman  responded  ,  her  hand  placed  flat  against  the  wooden  door  ,  she  could  not  stop  the  giggle  from  bubbling  out  of  her  throat  .  feeling  confident  and  slightly  crazed  ,  dorcas  pushed  the  door  slightly  ....  trying  ever  so  slightly  to  make  no  noise  ....  until  ....  she  GASPED  .  closing  the  door  with  a  slam  ,  she  jogged  over  towards  emma  .  "  the  masks  are  definitely  on  ,  "  she  laughed  ,  wiping  at  her  eyes  .  "  i  don't  think  i  will  ever  unsee  that  !  "  

               “  i  wouldn’t  go  in  there  at  the  MOMENT ,  ”  emma  spoke  up  ,  hardly  bothering  to  glance  at  the  person  who  was  about  to  enter  the  washroom  by  the  punch  bowl  she  was  currently  ladling  herself  a  cup  of  .“  unless  you’re  trying  to  see  a  pirate  FAIL  to  satisfy  a  ‘sexy  ’  house  elf  ,  then  by  all  means  ,  be  my  guest.  i  must  confess  ,  i  AM  curious  to  know  whether  the  masks  stayed  on,  ”  she  mused  ,  pulling  a  tiny  crystal  flask  from  where  it  had  been  tucked  against  her  thigh  and  adding  a  generous  ,  strong-smelling  helping  to  her  cup  before  taking  a  drink  .

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dorcas .

on  the  list  of  housemates  that  dorcas  has  regular  interactions  with  ,  rabastan  would  not  be  on  the  list  .  the  young  witch  had  only  ever  seen  him  in  the  peripherals  and  she  had  already  written  off  rabastan  as  a  participant  of  a  dance  off  ,  but  she  couldn't  stop  herself  from  approaching  the  seventh  year  .  his  "  too-cool-for-school  "  aura  was  almost  begging  dorcas  to  say  hello  and  she  was  always  one  to  listen  to  her  gut  .....  even  in  the  most  annoying  ways  .  "  comfy  ?  "  the  witch  questioned  ,  leaning  her  own  shoulder  against  the  wall  .  "  any  chance  that  you'll  actually  join  the  dance  floor  ,  lestrange  ?  "

rabastan !!

       rabastan  appeared  to  materialize  from  the  shadows   ,   a  halfway-filled  scotch  glass  somehow  already  in  his  grasp   .   the  professors  were  unbothered  by  this  act  of  defiance  because  the  alcohol  was  charmed  to  mirror  that  of  their  very  own  punch   .   he  was  sneaky   ;   not  a  snake   ,   but  a  man   ,   though  much  smarter  in  his  not  so  humble  opinion   .    his  slight  addiction  to  booze  aside  ,   rabastan  had  very  little  reason  to  be  sad  that  evening   .   he  considered  the  anonymity  a  drug   ,   and  he  was  high  off  of  it   .  as  a  result   ,   the  edges  of  his  lips  curled  upward  in  a  subtle  smile  as  he  glanced  around   ,   shoulder  nonchalantly  resting  against  a  wall   .

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dorcas .

adjusting  her  dress  ,  dorcas  stood  in  front  of  the  full  length  mirror  someone  had  propped  up  in  the  girls  washroom  by  the  great  hall  .  the  dress  fit  her  funny—-  tailored  for  a  woman  who  was  slightly  more  well  endowed  up  top  and  dorcas  could  feel  the  cold  silver  of  hidden  safety  pin  start  to  drag  across  her  back  .  the  mask  perched  in  her  hair  feeling  heavier  than  it  should  .  dropping  the  brassy  wire  work  against  her  checks  ,  the  young  witch  retreated  from  the  washroom  .

following  a  trail  of  sparsely  fallen  black  feathers  ,  dorcas  found  herself  at  the  top  of  the  stairs  behind  bellatrix  black  .  the  black  sisters  always  knew  how  to  make  an  entrance  to  any  event  .  she  knew  that  her  own  parents  dreamed  that  she  would  have  turned  out  more  like  bellatrix  black  and  all  dorcas  could  do  was  pick  up  one  of  the  stray  feathers  and  stand  next  to  the  witch  in  question  .  tossing  a  smirk  onto  her  face  ,  dorcas  sent  the  feather  she  had  flying  in  front  of  bella's  face  .    "  at  least  their  dresses  aren't  molting  ,  hmm  ....  ?  "  the  witch  teased  ,  taking  a  step  down  towards  the  party  ,  "  cute  dress  though  ,  bells  !  "

bellatrix !

bellatrix didn’t want to come to the masque, but you can’t always get what you want. 

yes, it was a waste of time. no, there wasn’t anyone new to meet (she already knew everyone worth knowing at hogwarts, of course). but even bella wasn’t unmoved by the giddiness of girls getting ready, the clouds of tulle and hairspray and snuck-in firewhiskey in the dormitories before. she even gave a self-satisfied grin when she caught a glimpse of herself and her sisters in a mirror on the way over- head and shoulders above the rest. just as they should be. 

she’d found a spot at the top of the stairs with a good vantage point to examine the room. with her feathered dress, she probably looked like a vulture circling for prey. “well, not i suppose not everyone is suited for formalwear.”

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dorcas .

"  i  won't  say  anything  if....  you're  willing  to  let  me  bum  one  from  you  ?  i  forgot  mine in  the  tower ...  "  the  meadowes  woman  countered  ,  taking  space  next  to  the  gryffindor  .  watching  the  quidditch  team  fly  and  float  through  the  sky  ,  dorcas  could  not  help  but  let  out  a  puff  of  hot  air  .  "  you  reckon  that  one  of  them  would  fall  eventually  ,  right  ?  there's  no  way  they  can  zip  around  like  that  without  someone  eventually  losing  their  balance  and  wiping  the  fuck  out  ,  "  she  added  ,  looking  over  at  wilda  ,  "  or  maybe  i  have  the  flying  on  a  broom  thing  all  wrong  .  "

❛    listen  ‘m  not  technically  alone  ,    they’re  a  dozen  folks  right  up  there  ,    ain’t  there  ?    ❜    wilda  gestures  vaguely  to  the  sky  above  the  quidditch  pitch  to  where  the  players  are  practicing  ,    vacant  expression  on  her  features  .    they  lift  their  cigarette  to  their  lips  ,    pulling  in  a  long  drag  and  letting  it  out  with  a  long  sigh  .    ❛    ah  ,    i  won’t  say  shite  if  you  don’t  .    ❜

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dorcas .

dorcas  always  believed  that  during  this  specific  time  of  year  is  when  the  castle  that  all  the  students  called  home  for  9  months  was  truly  at  it's  most  —  gorgeous  .  the  chill  in  the  air  ,  the  leaves  turning  but  not  dying  ,  and  the  students  breaking  out  any  kind  of  personality  defining  clothing  options  to  wear  about  .  breathing  hot  air  into  her  mittens  ,  the  witch  couldn't  help  but  smirk  to  the  tune  of  caradoc's  charm  .  "  am  i  really  your  favorite  or  do  you  want  something....  again  ?  "  she  teased  ,  rubbing  her  hands  together  to  heat  them  .  

doc !

caradoc  knew  anger  better  than  anyone  .   it  was  a  friend  .   he  was  comfortable  around  anger   .   he  invited  it  to  dinner   ,   told  anger  his  secrets   ,   and  embraced  it  with  a  cool  ease    .   anger  was  the  simplest  emotion  of  all   .   but  at  that  moment   ,   he  wasn’t  angry   .   his  knuckles  were  sore  following  a  workout  session   ;   one  in  which  he  saw  red  and  lost  an  hour  of  time   ,   punching  his  insecurities  away  on  the  weathered  bag   .   but  aside  from  the  slight  sting  on  his  fist   ,   caradoc  felt  relaxed   .   he  might  even  say  happy   .   “   ay   !     well  if  it  ain’t  my  favorite  person   ,   ”   he  mused   ,    shoving  his  hands  into  his  pockets  to  hide  the  bruises   .

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amos .

“i swear if i cannot be calm in the great hall without having to stick by garden rumors, i will loose it one of these days.” amos says taking a long sip of his boiling tea. “so are you coming with me too see what the issue is or not? i still get awkward with these things.” amos says a bit truthfully with a shrug

dorcas .

 “  my  dear  amos  ,  what  makes  garden  rumors  different  than  regular  rumors  ?  "  the  witch  started  ,  tutting  the  table  with  a  grin  ,  "  because  i  want  to  steal  that  verbiage  from  you  and  use  it  everywhere  to  sound  fancy  ,  "  dorcas  teased  ,  looking  over  her  shoulder  at  the  seemingly  growing  crowd  of  students  .  her  own  senses  tingling  at  the  thought  of  what  could  be  possibly  rousing  the  students  this  much  after  a  party  .  "  uh...  yeah  ,  let's  go  together  !    we  could  be  missing  a  fight  or  something  and  if  we  work  together  we  can  shove  our  way  up  front  ,  "  she  added  ,  wrapping  her  hand  around  amos'  wrist  .

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evan !

evan pretended to preen at dorcas calling him  ‘ very handsome.’   or,  he took the excuse to exaggerate how pleased he actually was at the compliment;  the laughter was easy to overlook,  and hard to care that much about.   “ none taken,  meadowes, “   he said,  sounding about as pleased as he looked.   “ you’re very beautiful,  and I didn’t even have to laugh at you to share that. “   he cocked his head,  intrigued with any proposition that began with  ‘ hear me out before you say no. ‘   didn’t dorcas know evan was the fucking king of saying yes to every dumb idea that crossed his path?   his smile took an edge the longer she spoke,  charmed by the idea even though he’d already decided to say yes to whatever it ended up being.   “ I’m game to give them something to talk about, “   he said.  “ just tell me where you want me.  you can captain this particular ship. “ 

dorcas !

nothing  could  have  actually  prepared  dorcas  for  evan  actually  saying  yes  to  her  idea  ,  she  was  convinced  that  she  would  imply  what  she  was  thinking  and  he  would  immediately  shut  her  down  .  she  also  wasn't  prepared  for  being  called  '  beautiful  '  by  the  wizard—-  even  speaking  to  a  rosier  at  this  point  in  her  life  seemed  like  something  that  would  have  never  happened  .  the  blush  that  had  found  it's  way  to  her  chest  and  cheeks  wouldn't  be  fading  any  time  soon  .    "  ok  ,  just  uh....  i  guess  like  hit  the  wall  and  grunt  ?  i'm  trying  to  figure  out  to  make  it  realistically  seem  like  we're  '  getting  it  on  '  ,  "  the  witch  started  ,  shaking  door  a  little  and  letting  out  a  soft  grunt  herself  .

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immy !

immy  shrugged  nonchalantly   ,   washing  her  own  white  ball  by  dipping  it  into  the  water  cup   .   “   oh   ,   that’s  a  bit  much   .   who  needs  talent  when  i’ve  got  a  rockstar  on  my  team   ?   ”   she  smiled  brightly    ,   leaning  over  and  placing  her  hand  on  dorcas’s  shoulder   .    the  ravenclaw  witch  definitely  knew  how  to  play   ,   and  she  was  damn  good  too   ,   but  she  also  enjoyed  a  good  tease  every  now  and  then   .   “   i’m  sure  we’ll  be  fine   .   ”   immy  turned  her  attention  back  to  the  table  ,   humming  a  famous  muggle  tune  before  tossing  the  ball  directly  into  the  left  corner  cup   .    she  watched  in  amusement  as  their  competition  groaned  and  each  took  their  own  drink   .    “   that’s  right   ,    boys   .   chug  it  down   .    ”

dorcas !

a  sigh  of  relief  released  from  the  witch's  lips  when  she  watched  immy  make  her  shot  and  land  it  effortlessly  .  dorcas  wrapped  her  fingers  around  immy's  bicep  and  smiled  at  her  ,  laughing  as  she  gave  her  teammate  a  squeeze  .    "  great  shot  ,  babydoll  ,  "  dorcas  complimented  ,  watching  with  keen  eyes  that  beasley  and  strode  were  finishing  their  entire  cups  of  beer  .  when  it  was  the  boy's  turn  to  shot  ,  she  watched  as  strode  didn't  just  miss  their  cups  entirely  but  shot  the  pong  ball  into  the  dance  floor  .    "  fucking  idiot  ,  "  she  mumbled  ,  looking  over  at  immy  with  a  curious  glance  ,  "  just  curious  ,  but  how  deep  are  you  in  it  with  beasley  ?  just  ball  park  it  for  me  .  "

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immy !

“   beasley  and  strode   ?   ”   her  eyes  darted  across  the  way   ,   immediately  connecting  with  a  wide-eyed  beasley   .  it  was  clear  by  the  worried  look  on  his  face  that  he  knew  exactly  why  she  was  staring  at  him   .   “   uhh   .   i’ve  got  the  money  !  i  swear   ,   i  just   …   ”    immy  smiled  prettily   ,   glancing  through  thick  dark  lashes  before  waving  her  hand  to  stop  him   .   “   it’s  a  party   .   i  wouldn’t  ruin  the  fun    …    so  we’ll  play  for  it   .   you  win     ?     we’re  settled   .   but  if  we  win   ,   you  double  up   .    “   he  went  to  interrupt   ,   but  immy  continued  before  turning  to  dorcas   .    “  i’m  sure  you’re  good  for  it    .    okay     !     dorcas   ,    how  do  you  feel  about  making  a  lot  of  money   ?    because  i’d  like  to  go  second   ,   so  it’s  up  to  you  to  set  the  tone   .    ”

dorcas !

dorcas  couldn't  help  but  let  her  eyes  flick  between  the  beautiful  ,  dark  haired  witch  and  the  pugsley-esque  men  that  stood  at  the  other  end  of  the  table  .  dorcas  felt  like  she  was  getting  whiplash  from  all  the  information  that  was  being  thrown  at  her  at  the  moment  .  she  knew  that  immy  had  a  gambling  spirit  but  she  didn't  think  that  somehow  she  would  be  on  the  hook  now  .  however  ,  dorcas  knew  that  there  was  no  way  that  she  could  let  immy  down  .  smiling  at  the  three  sets  of  eyeballs  looking  at  her  ,  dorcas  threw  on  her  winning  smile  .  "  i  think  it's  a  beautiful  night  to  make  a  lot  of  money  ,  i'm  game  if  you  are  boys  ?  "  she  spoke  ,  getting  into  position  and  tossing  the  pong  ball  .  sinking  it  right  into  the  center  cup  .  turning  to  immy  ,  dorcas  felt  the  smile  immediately  fall  from  her  face  ,  "  immy  ,  you  better  be  good  at  this  because  i  have  about  three  dollars  in  chocolate  frogs  to  my  name  !  "

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benjy — @ofprxphecies

benjy was many things in the world and one of them was a wonderful host . walking around with a tray full of small shot glasses full of firewhiskey , benjy handed one out to everyone in his vicinity . " alright , ready ? " he said , throwing back his head and taking his shot , " c'mon levin-fortescue ! "

[ttemperance]

benjy — @opasnosts

with his party in full swing , benjy looked out over the crowd at the dancing party go-ers until his eyes caught the gleam of a curl . " mckinnon , i didn't think you would actually show up tonight . aren't you more along the type to sit away in your room and.... i don't know . rot ? "

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vivian — @vcvxan​​

"  i  wonder  if  fenwick  actually  thinks  this  game  is  a  good  idea  ,  "  the  witch  started  ,  looking  over  at  the  woman  that  would  be  his  partner  in  this  silly  game  .  "  locking  people  in  a  closet  for—  what  ?  seven  minutes  ?  wouldn't  it  be  more  productive  to  be  in  their  longer  or  just  play  spin  the  bottle  if  you  really  wanted  to  get  some  good  gossip  going  ?  "

[ttemperance]

miray — @ofprxphecies​

dorcas  was  letting  her  eyes  scan  over  the  crowds  of  people  who  were  meandering  about  the  common  room  .  between  all  of  the  fifth,  sixth,  and  seventh  years  that  were  dancing  and  drinking  ,  dorcas  was  starting  to  find  a  familiar  face  to  get  out  of  the  crowd  .  smiling  when  she  saw  a  flash  of  brunette  ,  dorcas  sprung  into  action  .  "  uh...    miray—  i  think  you  dropped  something  !  "  she  started  ,  giving  the  witch  a  once-over  ,  "  my  jaw  !  merlin  miray  !  you  look  beautiful  !    "