WHO: Dorcas Meadowes and Claire Bennet WHAT: Meetings and greetings. WHEN: Eveningish WHERE: Around town RATING: TBD but probably not high LOL STATUS: In Progress
Dorcas was relatively okay with the fact that she'd died. She'd expected it. Once she'd started on her research, she'd known that if the Dark Lord learned about her activities, there would be no way he could allow her to survive without endangering his own life. When she'd opened her mouth and denied him, telling Lord Voldemort that she preferred death to service to him, she'd known (for the two seconds it took him to fling a pithy comment with an Avada Kedavra on its heels) that her time in the world was at an end. It was the only possible outcome of that situation and she was at peace with that.
What she wasn't okay with was spending the rest of time in a place that, apparently, didn't have a library. Death alone was no reason for her to discontinue her education. In fact, she was beginning to think that perhaps this was the perfect place for her to continue studying. Not only was it peaceful, but there was an enormous wealth of information available to her in the form of the residents and the "jailers". Oh, she got the chills just thinking about it. The mere idea of the possibility of speaking to one of the deities in charge about their incredibly long, complicated lives sent her little heart all aflutter. Or it would. If she were alive.
Dori sighed as she wandered down one of the streets in this eerily quiet town, eyes scanning her surroundings for anything that proclaimed one of the buildings around her held even one book.