Post by dianadark on Aug 23, 2012 11:59:26 GMT
dorcas odette meadowes
[/b] I can tell you one thing though ... I'm not a slow minded creature, quite the opposite if you ask me; rambling is what I do best and I generally do it because it's pretty difficult to keep up with my spinning thoughts and ideas .... coffee also doesn't help but one can't have a sharp mind if there is no coffee and I like my mind to be faster than a race car. Got to love those muggle inventions seeing as they are way cooler than a broom, but brooms can fly so gold star for wizardry ...."
full name: Dorcas Odette Meadowes
age: seventeen
year: seventh
birthday: 23rd of March
blood line: half-blood
occupation: student/summer job at Madam Malkin's
former / house: Gryffindor
"Life, history and the likes are quite dull unless you jiggle them up a bit and mine wasn't jiggled ... after all, what could a 3 year old do to spice up her existence ... Cry for milk? I already did that and not much changed so by the age of five I would end up taking bold decisions. Climbing up trees was one of my favourite procrastination methods, but I had plenty of time on my hands so why the bloody hell not. A wand forgotten on the coffee table meant at least half an hour of running around chasing the dog or making all of mom's make-up powders go 'puff'. Poor Sprinkles, the things I did to him when I was little. It's no shock that his fur is turning grey already. Mom however made sure that I would be taught a lesson, but that never got through to me. Although being locked in my room was murder.
An only child as I was I would end up playing with other kids from my neighbourhood, to mom's despair I might add seeing as they were all muggle and the explosive nature of my magic would turn up at the worst times possible. More than once mom had to face Law Enforcement Ministry workers in regards to her lack of control over her daughter ... oops. By the age of 9 she ran out of excuses for our neighbours, but I'll give her the respect she deserves for all the stories she made up: getting my hands on hair dye, countless weird toys that would start moving through remote, shoes that made me bounce and what not. Dad would only laugh at all the things I did, or try to keep a straight face in front of mom. He was never a good liar and I love him for that."
"Age 11 I received my Hogwarts letter to mom's dismay ... It wasn't that she didn't think me capable, it was more like she didn't think that I was controllable enough to be admitted in the most prestigious wizarding school. Haha ... lucky me. Anyhow, being sorted was interesting mostly because I hadn't the faintest idea of what I would turn out to be. Being hectic and all over the place wasn't a characteristic known for any House, but the Hat placed me in Gryffindor saying something about my ability to go head first into any situation. And there was mom thinking that that was just misbehaviour.
First week in I got the first detention for sliding down the banister, something I used to always do at home. A Slytherin prefect saw me and the rotten snitch caused me to spend an evening in detention, as well as miss dinner. Meals are very important to me, even more so, to eleven year old, continuously growing me. At the time I was already tall for my age, but I did stop growing in height by fifth year."
"Looking good, being posh or simple old me. I grew up as the regular tom-boy, jumping in and out of puddles of mud, getting dirty on a daily basis, mom forcing me to change clothes even three times a day. I just couldn't stay still and she couldn't stop me, so when I got to Hogwarts I was the messy one, thank Merlin's beard for the house elves from the castle or my corner of the room would have probably be filled with spiders or fungus. My dorm mate, Molly would occasionally fuss over me to clean up after myself and eventually it stuff. I think the elves appreciate the change more than anyone. My clothes are pretty much casual, outside of my school robes I rarely wear skirts or dresses, even though they fit me, I don't fit them ... It's not like me, give me a pair of jeans and a crazy t-shirt and I'll wear them till they're rusted. Band t-shirts are a favourite of mine, Pink Floyd especially, the louder the better. I let go of baggy pants and huge tops a while ago and for that I have to point the finger at Vance. Now seeing as my body changed and matured I'm sort of wearing fitted clothes, mostly darker shades for tops and jeans when not in school robes."
"I gotta love Molly for being so different. As motherly and authoritarian as she might be at times she's the Madam of the dormitory, as I call her when intentionally trying to annoy her. However she's not one you'd want to annoy, if you're not me that is. I'm as stubborn and explosive as she is, but while she is tending towards the motherly type, I'm more the out of control one. Can't fight those urges to jump up and down, or scream, whether of joy or anger, from time to time. Point is, if I'm happy you'd be well aware of it, but choose to run away if I'm angry."
"In third year I entered the Gryffindor Quidditch team on the Chaser Position. I even wanted to be Captain, but Potter got the position. Can't blame him though, he deserved it after all, and if there was anyone from the current team who would go pro, it's him. I'm way to all over the place to focus if it'll stop being fun. Besides, I already have a summer position secured at Madam Malkin's, maybe I'll even convince her to give me something full-time once I graduate, if I graduate. OWL's were crazy enough as it is, and only God knows how I managed to score enough to pass them. Defence, Potion and Transfiguration were enjoyable enough for me to pass them, but History and Ancient Runes were just plain dull. I just wish I could have dropped History as well as Runes after OWL's. Now I'll have to study my butt off to manage an Acceptable. Studying was never my strong point, I mostly just understand the subjects that I like and can't care less about the rest. I mean, it's not like Runes will do me any good in my future."
"One of the boys or run around naked through the castle. I'll have to settle for the middle but more towards the tom-boy. I've just never been one to strut around the castle just to make guys fawn over me. If he likes me, that's cool, if not, good for him. I have great friends who are guys, at the top of the list it's Kingsley, the uptight sod. I just try and make him loosen up a bit from time to time. Even tried skinny dipping once and he chickened out. I've had a few flings, but I ended up thinking that I'm too much of a hand-full for just anyone to handle. I have yet to really crush on someone but I don't need a crush in order to have fun. I lost my virginity during summer holiday after sixth year with a muggle boy from down the street. He was cute and pretty gentle and sweet, but a witch would be a bit too much for him to handle, even a stable one much less me. Even though I don't usually have a problem to talk about anything and everything, I didn't tell anyone from school. I can only imagine Molly's reaction, but I wanted to do it, and I did it. It was simple, fast and with not fuss. We stayed friends even after I told him that a connection wouldn't work with me and in the last week we would still meet for some quality time and a smoke, yep, I'm a smoker .... another oops. Mom and dad don't know, but I think Molly does. Not sure though.
I've had guys looking at me or asking me on dates but nothing lasted long enough to make me settle down. Don't think that I'm a whore, I just like to have fun. Some people *coughSlytherinschough* do think that and try and make the rumour catch life on it's own, but I'm just not as easy to pin down. Not all of the guys I've been with have had me like that, even if people think so, it had been only one so far, David, the muggle."
Snake tattoo or burning fire. "I hate snakes and bloody Slytherins, so no snake tattoo, not now, not ever. I'd like a tattoo at some point, but can't decide on what. As for fire, well I am quite explosive so that might work. The idea being that I quite like muggles and can't understand the whole pure-blood mania. If you ask me, that's just a load of rubbish used as an excuse to place us above them which is down right stupid. I'm a half blood, not only between muggles and wizards, but also nationalities. I have Irish, Italian, French and Finish blood in my veins. I don't think there's anyone more mixed than me so telling me that because I'm a witch I have the right to hack-off innocent people than to hell with you and your elitists ideas. I only need a wand. At how things stay, it'll only be a matter of time before it'll be each for himself, which will cause chaos and in chaos we'd be weak. I used to not care much about this but I'll graduate in less than a year. The castle is safe but no place else seems to be. I think it's time I open my eyes and face what comes."[/size][/ul]
alias: Dydu
gender: female
rp sample: as Sirius from another site
As he listened to Reg ranting on and on about everything, part of him wanted to laugh, the other scream. He knew that, in his mind, Regulus was right. It all seemed stupid, having left when everything was like it used to be and their parents were burying the hatchet, and him leaving seemed like something only a crazy person would do if there was no reason. Regulus didn’t have a reason for Sirius’ leave. Regulus knew only half of it, the half that made their parents seem forgiving, and tactful and Sirius, ungratefully spitting in their faces and stomping on their affection and futile tries to make everything better and make them a happy family again. Sirius the fool, undeserving of their affection, took off and left them as a broken family unable to ever be whole again. He was the villain that destroyed the Black’s and chose someone else to replace them with out of sheer desire to hurt them.
The other half however, the half where Sirius was Orion’s punching bag and Walburga’s way of blowing off steam whenever she felt like it, was the one that Sirius couldn’t make himself forget, no matter how hard he tried and the part that Regulus never knew. They had always been so careful and organised in order to cover everything up, never leaving a door unsilenced or stains uncleaned. Sirius knew that Regulus was deprived from the dark manners of their family, and, partly, he couldn’t help but be happy that only he had to endure it, but then that meant that Regulus was living a lie and lies, sooner or later, are uncovered. Believing that their parents were loving and adorning, almost brought him to his death, and he had been under that impression only for a couple of weeks. Regulus, on the other hand, believed that for all of his life.
The play was over and the curtain fell with a loud thud as Regulus slammed his hand on the desk. Sirius cared for Regulus even if he never admitted it to any of his friends. Looking back at Regulus now, he was at a loss of what to say. How could he explain everything without making himself look even worse in Regulus’ eyes was beyond him and he couldn’t take it anymore being made the bad guy, being blamed for how things turned out and the fact that Reg couldn’t open his eyes wasn’t his fault.
“Yes, you are a complete idiot, because you buy everything they say. You don’t understand ... You have no idea.” He said finally “You see them only as the mommy and daddy who love you, but that’s just shit.” his voice had caught even him off-guard, for he was yelling. It was like all the anger that he gathered since he left, anger directed at their parents, was finally released. Even though he was also mad at Regulus for being weak and blind, he was spilling all of it on him and he couldn’t help it. He had locked it away for so long, that now, when the door had been opened, it came crushing down. “Having father ‘acting’ that he was proud of me,” he continued accentuating the word “key word being ‘acting’. It was all a fucking lie. All of it. You have no idea what really happened that night because dearest mommy and daddy don’t want precious Reggie to think that they are mean.” He said in a mock baby voice, but as he continued on his voice returned to normal, albeit louder than usual and angrier “Well I had plenty of moments with them, and they weren’t as, fucking worried about me seeing them as they really are.” he kicked a chair that was too close to him and red sparkles came out of his wand, but it hadn’t been such a good idea as pain surged through his foot, because the chairs were magically fixed to the floor, that however only calmed him down a few decibels. “They were trying to play me into giving in ... becoming what they wanted me to become. Becoming a ...” But here he fell silent because what would have followed meant that he would accept and acknowledge how close he had been to actually giving up.
Regulus had to find out and sooner was better than later, but actually telling him, after he had believed for all these years that Orion was someone he should look up to, wasn’t as easy as one would think. Also the fact that he never talked about it, not even when he was alone, for such a long time; a wound that’s partially healed, hurts much worse than a recent one and in the almost two years that had passed since then, he tried to forget about all of it, to become immune and have no reaction upon seeing Regulus at school or their parents at the train station. He forced himself to look away and move forward.
But now, he felt everything like it had been just yesterday, it was always like that but he never allowed himself to think about it.
As he tried to come up with an easy way to make Regulus see the truth and also as a way of calming himself a bit he took a deep intake of smoke and slowly released it after a few moments.
“Oky, so I left.” He was burning inside from what Regulus had said, but he tried not to let Regulus see that “Everything was like it used to be, but I left.” Even though he tried not to let it show, his voice betrayed the way he felt, having dreaded speaking about this and never doing it until right now, the sounds barely managed to come out as the lump in his chest, lump that he would force down whenever James would ask anything about this, lump that usually made him unable to speak, that lump was clogging the words as they squeezed on their way up. “I left because I couldn’t take them pretending that everything was alright. It had been fun and even great to have them look at me with almost the same pride that they always have in their eyes when they look at you, but ...” at this point he wished he would be in his bed sleeping, wished that he hadn’t opened that door, knowing that he could have looked inside and maybe avoided this whole thing. “Up until my birthday it had been great.”
The cigarette was forgotten at this point, almost entirely smoked, in his hand.“You know what my birthday present from father was?”
The other half however, the half where Sirius was Orion’s punching bag and Walburga’s way of blowing off steam whenever she felt like it, was the one that Sirius couldn’t make himself forget, no matter how hard he tried and the part that Regulus never knew. They had always been so careful and organised in order to cover everything up, never leaving a door unsilenced or stains uncleaned. Sirius knew that Regulus was deprived from the dark manners of their family, and, partly, he couldn’t help but be happy that only he had to endure it, but then that meant that Regulus was living a lie and lies, sooner or later, are uncovered. Believing that their parents were loving and adorning, almost brought him to his death, and he had been under that impression only for a couple of weeks. Regulus, on the other hand, believed that for all of his life.
The play was over and the curtain fell with a loud thud as Regulus slammed his hand on the desk. Sirius cared for Regulus even if he never admitted it to any of his friends. Looking back at Regulus now, he was at a loss of what to say. How could he explain everything without making himself look even worse in Regulus’ eyes was beyond him and he couldn’t take it anymore being made the bad guy, being blamed for how things turned out and the fact that Reg couldn’t open his eyes wasn’t his fault.
“Yes, you are a complete idiot, because you buy everything they say. You don’t understand ... You have no idea.” He said finally “You see them only as the mommy and daddy who love you, but that’s just shit.” his voice had caught even him off-guard, for he was yelling. It was like all the anger that he gathered since he left, anger directed at their parents, was finally released. Even though he was also mad at Regulus for being weak and blind, he was spilling all of it on him and he couldn’t help it. He had locked it away for so long, that now, when the door had been opened, it came crushing down. “Having father ‘acting’ that he was proud of me,” he continued accentuating the word “key word being ‘acting’. It was all a fucking lie. All of it. You have no idea what really happened that night because dearest mommy and daddy don’t want precious Reggie to think that they are mean.” He said in a mock baby voice, but as he continued on his voice returned to normal, albeit louder than usual and angrier “Well I had plenty of moments with them, and they weren’t as, fucking worried about me seeing them as they really are.” he kicked a chair that was too close to him and red sparkles came out of his wand, but it hadn’t been such a good idea as pain surged through his foot, because the chairs were magically fixed to the floor, that however only calmed him down a few decibels. “They were trying to play me into giving in ... becoming what they wanted me to become. Becoming a ...” But here he fell silent because what would have followed meant that he would accept and acknowledge how close he had been to actually giving up.
Regulus had to find out and sooner was better than later, but actually telling him, after he had believed for all these years that Orion was someone he should look up to, wasn’t as easy as one would think. Also the fact that he never talked about it, not even when he was alone, for such a long time; a wound that’s partially healed, hurts much worse than a recent one and in the almost two years that had passed since then, he tried to forget about all of it, to become immune and have no reaction upon seeing Regulus at school or their parents at the train station. He forced himself to look away and move forward.
But now, he felt everything like it had been just yesterday, it was always like that but he never allowed himself to think about it.
As he tried to come up with an easy way to make Regulus see the truth and also as a way of calming himself a bit he took a deep intake of smoke and slowly released it after a few moments.
“Oky, so I left.” He was burning inside from what Regulus had said, but he tried not to let Regulus see that “Everything was like it used to be, but I left.” Even though he tried not to let it show, his voice betrayed the way he felt, having dreaded speaking about this and never doing it until right now, the sounds barely managed to come out as the lump in his chest, lump that he would force down whenever James would ask anything about this, lump that usually made him unable to speak, that lump was clogging the words as they squeezed on their way up. “I left because I couldn’t take them pretending that everything was alright. It had been fun and even great to have them look at me with almost the same pride that they always have in their eyes when they look at you, but ...” at this point he wished he would be in his bed sleeping, wished that he hadn’t opened that door, knowing that he could have looked inside and maybe avoided this whole thing. “Up until my birthday it had been great.”
The cigarette was forgotten at this point, almost entirely smoked, in his hand.“You know what my birthday present from father was?”
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