dorcas meadowes is with john dawlish (warrioress) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2010-03-07 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | dorcas meadowes, sturgis podmore |
rp log - dorcas and sturgis
Who: Dorcas Meadowes & Sturgis Podmore
When: BACKDATED Sunday afternoon, 28 February, 1980
Where: Sturgis' Flat
What: Sharing cookies, sad stories, and smart-ass remarks
Rating: PG-13 for Sturgis' mouth
Getting the okay was easier than Dorcas expected, considering they were on opposite teams of the prank wars. But of course.... just mention cookies and you're in. Which was the route that she took after finding out Sturgis was back home. Because the unsettling feeling wasn't going to leave her till she gave his head a good thwack over the head. The opportunity presented itself when she Flooed over and found herself facing the back of his head. And she didn't let it escape. "Your cookies, Mister Podmore Sir," she said, tossing the bag into his lap. Despite the hilarious nickname, she was frowning, not very amused by the fact that she said to be careful, and he got himself shot, thus worrying a whole bunch of people, that massive idiot! "Fuck you. Ooooh chocolate chip!" Sturgis answered from his vantage point on his sofa. He'd been home a few days now, and while he'd made it in to his office at the DMLE that morning, his secretary had threatened to call security on his ass if he actually stayed. Apparently he looked a little like he was recovering from a near-death experience of being shot. Sturgis attempted to look as pitiable as possible as she neared, hoping she felt guilty for smacking him. Meadowes probably wouldn't, really, but he could give it a go. "Cookies delivered. As it should be. What's new with you, Meadowes?" That look was definitely pitiable, that Dorcas sighed and shook her head. It's just that... the feeling guilty part didn't come. "Stop making that look, Sturgis. You look like a wounded gorilla." She could have taken the seat across from him and basically went "everything is dandy!" but she had been too restless for some days to do that. This werewolf incident was definitely a part of it. She'd been part of the Order for three years and while she was only close in age to just a handful of the members, collaboratively, they were still almost like a family to her. As were some people outside of the Order. And agreeing not to see them again, just hurt, but she could see how it would be safer for them. So, no, everything wasn't dandy. "A lot, actually, but it's no big deal. How are you feeling?" Sturgis grunted and shoved his hand into the cookie bag. "...Meadowes, I've been an investigator for twenty years. You trying not to look like the world's ending is one of the crappiest lies I've ever seen. Jesus Christ woman." He bit into a cookie and made a happy moaning noise. "Mmm. Like I've been shot. I'm mostly over it, or so I think, and then I stand up and the pain, oh god, the pain. That and I can't catch my breath. Bullet fucked up one of my lungs, so now I'm a goddamn bitch for the lack of cigarettes." He licked his fingers from the crumbs. "So what's chewing on you, anyway?" "Not good for you anyway," Dorcas started, finally decided to slump down on the sofa anyway. Definitely not lady-like. Then again, she hated everything having to do with being a "proper lady" and "high society" and etc. Plus, it was just Sturgis. She'd spent all three of her years in the Order bugging the living fuck out of him. And despite the shake of her head, the happy moan her cookies induced still brought up a small feeling of pride. "Nothing that's eating away at me is any different than what a lot of other people are going through. Family lost, my old home lost, great risk of future homes lost too." Oh, Merlin the thought of not having Castle MacDougal anymore would just kill her. But she was determined not to turn this into a sad conversation. "I think I should get myself a bunny to cheer myself up." "My Mum wouldn't take it well if she knew, either," Sturgis said. "And Joanna would fucking kill me." As nasty as it was to have to hide secrets from his family, at least he was a grown man who was generally regarded as capable of making this massively risk-taking decisions. Dorcas, the Potters, hell, Severus Snape were all making these decisions on their own, and they were just young enough for those decisions to be called into question by anyone with a little bit of maturity to them. Sturgis trusted them - more or less - but he could see how hard a parent could come down on a twenty-something who announced one morning over rashers how they were going to be a vigilante when they grew up. "A bunny, huh?" He made a face, knowing where this conversation was going. "...watch yourself." The rest of the people on that still were about a year younger than her, but hell... didn't make much of a difference. Her father had definitely not been pleased when he heard of her being a vigilante -- and that she was connected to the Brookstanton fire. "I guess in my father's defense, he's already lost one woman in his life. Does Lydia know? About you, I mean." "Yeah, I've already got a name chosen and everything." Dorcas gave him an innocent smile while holding back the laugh from his reaction to the bunny comment. When this war was over, she'd definitely get one. And will indeed name it after him, no matter if he furrowed his brows so much his face became stuck like that. "Yeah. I get it - what your father's thinking, anyhow," Sturgis said, shifting his weight a little awkwardly. His chest didn't hurt any more, exactly, but it still felt ginger. Half-liable to fall open after all the work they did on it. "He's just wanting his daughter safe, and damn the consequences. I'd fucking kill my baby if she got a notion in her head like this." And Lacey was just the temperament to do something like this, too. "Yeah, Lydia knows. Wasn't happy, but she knows. Wasn't safe to keep her in the dark anymore. Didn't tell Mum or Joanna - Joanna's enough of a target already, and Mum..." He shrugged. "Mum's just so goddamn proud I am what I am in the DMLE. Think me being vigilante would break her heart." It was easier, certainly, to focus on bunnies and sirs and teasing nicknames. Sturgis gave her a dirty look at her "choosing a name" comment. He really was going to have to clunk Sirius Black's head against a brick wall for that one. Dorcas briefly glanced down toward his chest, wondering how much that must hurt. And half-hoping nothing came undone or anything right then, because fuck, she really didn't have much experience with tending to gunshot wounds. "The second... that you step into the programme," she started a little distracted by her previous thought before pulling her attention back on their conversation. "You've basically just walked into a job that is obviously expected to be unsafe." Her mind should have gone back to the bunnies, but it went elsewhere. "Sturgis, John Dawlish and I were seeing each other in secret. In that month of October." Sturgis sucked in a breath, but that was the only reaction he gave. It hadn't been... well, it was a surprise, but in the DMLE, there were always rumors. The DMLE kids lived in each other's armpits; rumors were a fact of life. But the confirmation from Dorcas hit him in the gut. No wonder the kid had lost her spunk through most of the holidays. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said gruffly. He'd never been the hitwizard they sent to give condolences to families of fallen comrades; Sturgis never knew what to say. "I knew something was going on with you, but... didn't know that." A pause. "How many know?" And Dorcas wasn't the sort of person to know what to say when she received sympathy. The only reason, it seemed, that she wanted to let him know was because someone beside her closest friends and family and John's family had to know. "Depends on when. Before his death? Just the Prewetts and Alice. Frank might have found out on the day of. And Edgar must have had that same feeling of something being off. John told his family. We weren't going to say anything until after I had finished training." This almost felt surreal that things were just coming out. But that had been happenng a lot lately and she could only tell herself that it was part of moving on. "Afterwards, it just seemed like more people realized something was up. Might have put two and two together." Sturgis nodded, silent. What the fuck was he supposed to say, anyway? This wasn't exactly a conversation where he needed to be doing too much talking. This was a conversation that Dorcas needed to get out there so it wouldn't slow her down with its weight later, or poison her. "You been thinking 'bout him lately? With... what happened to Charity? Doc? Benjy?" Seemed an obvious link, what with someone good ending up dead because of this bullshit. They all had their ghosts. Sturgis still thought of Florence every time he bothered to pick up his apartment. Dorcas gave a tired sigh, staring off at the wall behind Sturgis. It was getting a little easier to think of him without wanting to crumple up on the ground and just cry her eyes out, at least. "Probably not actively, not as much as I did the two months after, but..." she shook her head and turned her gaze toward Sturgis. "I'm exhausted. I want to live my life again. Probably never the same way as I could, but I'm trying." Might have been easier if she didn't have to bloody hide for the most part, because of the library accident. "We all wanna get back to our lives," Sturgis agreed, not unsympathetically. "Seems like every time we start to get things back into gear, someone else is attacked. Someone else dies. Day in and day out. I know it's tiring, Meadowes, but we don't have another choice." Damn, he sucked at pep talks. He leaned over and gave the kid's shoulder a squeeze. "All we want outta you is trying, and you're already doing it. So... just keep at it. Don't have to smile through it. We've got your back." It wasn't that much of a pep talk, but she could tell he was trying. So despite that, she still couldn't help the amused smile that came up. Dorcas stood up from her spot, and moved in closer till she was standing right next to him. "Oh, Sturgis," she started, patting his shoulder in return, before she bent down and gave him a peck on his forehead. "No matter how tough and scary and superhero-like you are with the bad guys, you're really just a big huggable fatherly teddy bear." And quickly, she released his shoulder, circling around to head for his kitchen before she added the next bit. "Or a giant bunny. Hey, I'm going to make tea! How'dya like yours, old man?" "Fuck you, Meadowes. Why don't you put a scoop of rat poison in yours?" he suggested in sugared tones, rolling his eyes skyward with great feeling. Still, he let a small smile cross his face all the same. Sturgis liked it when the younger Order Members got their confidence up enough to cross him. Meant that they'd be all right, in the end. "Eh, one sugar with lemon." Sturgis wasn't one to drink tea too much. "The tea's in the cupboard. If you can't find it, accio it, because I am far too injured to stand at the moment. And more lazy bullshit." "How about... no? Save those for the high society bints." Dorcas let out a mock-wicked laugh from the kitchen as she started to go through the cupboards, glad she was able to duck away before he could throw a hex in her direction. In the safety of his home, he likely could, but he would know that she wouldn't hesitate to throw one back either. And then someone would arrive and question why they each had various zoo animal body parts. "I know, princess, keep your delicate self in your chair. I can find things easily. Oh, and on that note," she paused in her work to peek her head out of the kitchen for a moment. And her pointer finger to emphasis her words. "Get yourself hurt like that again and I swear I will perma-stick long floppy ears on your head that smack your across your face when you make a bad decision." "That's a whole lotta threat for such an itty bitty girl," Sturgis vaulted right back at her, comfortable in his chair. "I keep hearing all this talk, talk, talk of action, and what do I get instead? Cookies." Not that he was complaining, mind. But it was easy for them to get right back into their habit of pretending that there wasn't a world trying to kill them just beyond the windowpane. With a sigh, he looked skywards, clearing his throat as he did so, determined not to cough. Nope, nope... shit. He coughed. The healer had said that it was normal, that his lungs were just repairing themselves from the bullets, but it was fucking annoying to be constantly reminded of one's own mortality. "Yeah, fine. Promise that I won't get hurt again. And hey, same goes to you, young lady," he added in the same tone that he generally kept for Lacey's bratty moments. Dorcas let a little smirk play on her lips. "I don't think you'd rather me switch from cookies to curses, so..." Letting that hang, she turned her attention back to her previous task. "Tea will be ready shortly!" "You're a coldhearted dame," Sturgis observed from his vantage point in the chair. "God love ya... 'cause I sure as hell don't." |