dorcas b. meadowes is kicking ass and taking names (eadowes) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-08-26 00:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-marlene mckinnon |
Who: Dorcas Meadowes & Marlene McKinnon
What: Peter sent Dorcas a letter and Dorcas is having a 'minor' meltdown.
When: Monday night.
Where: Dorcas' place.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Incomplete.
Really, Dorcas should be used to it at this point. The fact that this village existed outside of the normal constraints of time and space was a mind fuck in and of itself. Why she found herself constantly taken aback by news she learned here was beyond her. Surely nothing could be as surprising as the initial news she had received upon arriving and yet she continued to allow herself to be taken off guard. She allowed herself to be pleasantly surprised to find her friends' children well and grown up here, to find her mates married with children, to welcome to good news born in the wake of these lax laws with no regard for what might follow after. She should have known it would be something awful. She had let her guard down, but she had been too busy relishing the freedom that came with feeling safe for the first time in years. After her initial encounter with Barty Crouch Jr. she hadn't encountered any other unsavory folk who seemed hell bent on bringing her mood down. She had made sure to put out a disclaimer to keep any disheartening news from the future away from her and went about her life here. It had taken only a little over a week for that to be shot to shit.
Since Peter had been the first familiar face she had seen here and the only person she had shown any weakness in front of since arriving, she had thought nothing of tearing open his letter when it arrived. In fact, she had high hopes it might enlighten her as to what was going on with him since he had been acting so strangely and she had been growing increasingly worried. She hadn't expected it to send her entire world crumbling down around her. She read his words over and over again, trying to make sense of them, but they just wouldn't compute. She couldn't grasp a single one of them. The things Peter claimed to be, the things he claimed to have done, they just didn't make any sense to her. Her friend wouldn't have done those things, he wouldn't betray all of them like that. Surely, there would have been signs that she would have noticed or, at the very least, he would have come to one of them. He wouldn't have gone quietly to the dark side without asking a single person for help. He wouldn't have given over their friends person by person. That was just ... impossible.
Dorcas didn't realize what she was doing until the letter was already sent to Marlene and she was scribbling away to Peter, liquor in hand as she blinked back the tears. This wasn't right. None of this was right. This wasn't the future. The war wasn't won like this. Peter didn't betray them, couldn't betray them. She was a muggleborn and Peter was her friend. She had known him since they were just kids. They grew up at Hogwarts side by side. They were in the Order together. She ruffled his goddamned hair and gave him obnoxious hugs and he bloody well let her. Peter Pettigrew was the opposite of a fucking Death Eater and he would not let them all die. It was just impossible.