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Dorcas Meadows
Guess who has the best summer job ever?

Jacob finally got sick of having mom nag him about being a lazy, unambitious blob and got his own apartment in London. AND, he's invited me to live with him. Same building where Tom and Charlie - Anyway. It's only a stone's throw away from Diagon Alley, so I thought to myself, "how will Dorcas Meadows spend her last summer holiday ever?" And I answered, very easily, "She should spend it eating ice cream."

And guess who had a job opening?

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour did.

They don't pay a dime over minimum wage, but you make a lot in tips, if you're good. Or maybe that's if you're cute - in which case, I may be screwed. BUT they have really nifty t-shirts.

-Dorcas Anne Meadows
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Dorcas Meadows
02 November 2006 @ 12:00 am





Hey, just seemed like the thing to do.
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Dorcas Meadows
31 October 2006 @ 11:40 pm
So... school's about over, isn't it? Bloody hell.

Brilliant. I'm going to be the redheaded, red-faced mess sobbing like a child at the station when Charlie and Tom aren't there to pick me up. it's a tradition. I just... I can't go home without seeing them. Not when the last time I saw either of them they were in a box. A bloody wooden box with satin lining, looking not like themselves. I want to forget what the looked like so badly. I just... I want to remember them the way they were to me.

Anyone else not especially looking forward to going home? Exams.. they weren't even that bad. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself next year.

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Dorcas Meadows

...Oh my God

O-h...my... g-god. Oh... god.

I can't.. no. No. Someone's... they're joking. J-just... no, no, no, no, no, no, no..... no... just.. please. Please. Please don't let this be.. be happening to me. To Charlie. He was getting married. He was going to be a doctor. He was my brother. He loved me. And I loved him more than I ever loved anyone and he can't die. People like Charlie don't die. People like Charlie grow up and get married and have beautiful children and make their parents proud. And they deserve it, because people like Charlie carry their little sisters on their shoulders when their little sisters can't keep up with the boys because her legs are too short and she's too small, and they're outside running around in the middle of nowhere, Suffolk, and he doesn't want to leave her behind. Oh God. And not to Thomas. Thomas, who would make me pancakes when I was little and upset to make me stop crying because he knew I couldn't cry and eat blueberry pancakes at the same time, and that I would never miss an opportunity to eat blueberry pancakes. Who pierced his left ear during a stint where he was certain he was going to quit school and start a rock band.

Charlie and Thomas, who would have done anything to protect me, and I could do nothing to protect them. Mum... she just sent me a letter, said that Charlie and Thomas had died - and then - Oh god, I wasn't even finished with the letter and there was the paper and they'd been tortured to death and it's my fault. It's my fault because it was in the Prophet, and they used the cruciatus curse, and... Its my fault because if it weren't for me, they wouldn't.. they wouldn't have even known there were people like that in the world, and they would still be alive. They would never have known that there were horrible people who hated them, and who hated me, just because they don't have the right parents, they don't have the right genetics. And Charlie would still be getting married and Thomas would still be a crazy business major with an earring who makes excellent pancakes and says very funny things that come completely out of nowhere who would have made someone very happy some day.

And now he can't. And it's because of me. I wonder... I wonder if he died thinking that people like me did this to him. The people who hate me and him both because we're not like them. And maybe I should have never gone to Hogwarts. Maybe I really shouldn't be here. Having a faster way to iron socks is not worth all of this. Maybe I don't belong here. God, I want to hurt the person who did this to him. I want to hurt them like they hurt Charlie and Thomas, like they hurt me. They can't do this. Someone.. someone needs to show them that.

And I can't even talk to the one person who would have made me feel better because he's one of the people I need to feel better about.

And I've settled on a name for that stuffed owl James got me.


His name is Charlie.

Four framed pictures on Dorcas' nightstandCollapse )


I... I don't think I'm going to class today. Or tomorrow. Or maybe ever again. If that means I'm going to one day be the district manager of a Stop-N-Go, so be it.
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Current Music: Into Dust - Mazzy Star
Dorcas Meadows
Everyone MUST MUST MUST go see the play! Divine Retribution will surely come down upon all those who don't. Really. Or at least Sirius Black and I will be very miffed, which is practically the same thing, really. Sirius can be very intimidating when he wants to be.

If nothing else, come to see Sirius and James snog in lipstick and eyeliner while spouting off in iambic pentameter. Seriously. It's worth it.

You know what's funny? For the past few days, I've been very busy and bored at the same time. I didn't even know you could do that, but you can! You can, in fact, be both. It's funny.

OH, and by the way, I will officially be Of Age (in the wizarding world, anyway) on Thursday. Be jealous!

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Current Music: The Zebras - You Look Ready, Muse - Feeling Good
Dorcas Meadows

I can't believe that one of the students' parents were killed. That's horrible. And... it's not the sort of thing I expected to happen.

I always thought, you know, being part of the magical world would make life easier. That magic would just fix all the problems. In storybooks it certainly seemed to fix everything. But now... now I see that magic brings problems of its own. I mean, why would a muggle's death be in the prophet unless the killer was a wizard?

But why would someone just... kill a muggle? What about my muggles? Mum and dad and all of my brothers? Would someone just... off them, too? Just because they can't do magic tricks or levitate a fucking sponge when they're cleaning the kitchen? They're doing just fine without it. They don't need magic. And I love them. What kind of... of sick fuck would do that?

I don't know. I just don't know.

Guess who's trying harder in defense from now on...


So.... it's been quite a week, hasn't it?

The play is coming up. I'm pretty excited about it, I suppose, though we'll see if everything comes together. James and Sirius, you two had better make me believe you're madly in love by the time this thing is over with. HELL TO PAY.

And hell is way overpriced.

By the way - has anyone seen... any of my uniform skirts? They seem to have mysteriously vanished. I'm tempted to blame the house elves. But I'm not entirely sure that it matters whose fault it is, because my skirts are just as missing either way. I may have to nick one.

- "dorc"
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Current Music: Jason Mraz - You And I Both
Dorcas Meadows
07 September 2006 @ 08:55 pm
So. The dance was pretty fun, as far as such things go, even if I didn't think of anything near as creative to wear as Alice did. James and I had fun. Mostly making fun of other peoples' outfits, and doing something you cannot legally classify as dancing under most international ordinances. Though I'm getting the distinct impression that James had a lot more fun after he ditched me for another girl. Honestly, James, you're lucky I'm not the jealous type. If I were, I might have had your head on a silver platter, John the baptist style.

If such a situation ever presents itself again, just tell me so I don't stand around like an idiot for a few minutes before realizing that you've either found something else to do, or that your short attention span has kicked in and you've completely forgotten what you were doing.

What? It happens to me sometimes.

Also: don't forget about rehearsals. This play is going to kick arse, just so long as everyone puts in the work.

Yours in crime,
Miss Meadows
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Current Music: The Clash - London Calling
Dorcas Meadows
10 August 2006 @ 06:19 pm

So... Sirius Black and Amycus Carrows....

What the hell?


You know what would be really disturbing, hypothetically speaking?

If a Gryffindor boy and a Slytherin boy were dating. That would be REALLY weird.

But of course, such a thing could never happen. Right, Sirius?
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Dorcas Meadows
08 August 2006 @ 08:21 pm

You know, sometimes I wish I was born a guy. I mean, honestly, how much easier do they have it? Nobody assumes they're queer because they like sports, think makeup is the devil, hate Valentines day with a passion or think skirts and high heals should both be systematically burned in one massive bonfire. Okay, so I guess the last one might get you called queer, but still. You know, now that actually sounds like fun. A bonfire, I mean, not being queer. The latter I have no opinion on.

And they can go out and drink or smoke with some friends and no one assumes the worst of them. Guys can get away with a lot, where as most people I know seem to want girls to be sweet, innocent and adoreable. I'm pretty sure I haven't been any of those things since I was five.

And since this is private anyway, James Potter is an arse. A rather temperamental arse. And also a crappy date. It was like he didn't want to be there. Why would you bloody ask someone if you didn't want to be there?

Boys are stupid.

But also very, very lucky.


Does anyone remember what the Muggle Studies assignment was? I figure I should do it, since it'll only take a minute, but I'll be damned if I can remember what it was.

Also, I'm bored. If anyone else is similarly afflicted, or has a cure, do notify me.
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Dorcas Meadows
23 July 2006 @ 04:44 am
So, is anyone actually looking forward to the February the fourteenth, also known as the day that several greeting card companies got together and decided to create an additional holiday on which flowers, cards and candy would be exchanged in order to increase their post-Christmas earnings and to make all single girls and poor boys completely miserable?
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