profile | dorcas thursday meadowes

b a s i c s;
Name: Dorcas Thursday Meadowes
Nicknames: Dor, Dorry
Birthdate: November 3, 1959
House: Gryffindor
Year: Seventh
Wand:
Classes: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Astronomy, Charms, DADA, Transfiguration
Positions: Chaser, Prefect

a p p e a r a n c e ;
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Slim, almost skinny
Hair: Dark drown, curly
Eyes: Hazel-green

Dorcas is on the tall side, slim and graceful. She is fair-skinned despite being outside and active quite a lot; no matter how much she tries, she just can't seem to tan through natural means -- she simply burns painfully and explodes into freckles (something that has made her quite the master of various sun-blocking and -screening charms). Her hair is naturally curly and a dark brown, and she usually charms it to fall straight or in waves around her face, though at times she does let it curl wildly and naturally around her face. She has hazel eyes that tend towards green, a very slightly upturned nose, and a full mouth that is usually pulled into a smile. Her face is very expressive, and while she can hide her emotions if she wants to and has a damn good poker face, she usually doesn't bother to keep what she's feeling out of her expression.

As far as clothes go, Dorcas is well-dressed. While she can tend towards tomboyish and will give up on looking put together in favor of saving time if she's busy and in the middle of numerous projects, she, for the most part, looks sharp and put together. To her, clothes are one more thing she can have fun with, and she delights in both Muggle and wizarding fashion. She is no slave to fashion, however, and will be the first to admit that while she enjoys nice clothes and doing the whole girly thing, when it comes down to it, her favorite outfit is a pair of worn jeans, a t-shirt, and a battered pair of tennis shoes that are just perfect for running around in.

h i s t o r y ;
Dorcas was born to a single Muggle mother in the middle of a chilly November night. Even as a baby she was active and curious, and once she could move on her own, she was always in the middle of things. It was a good thing her mother, June, had just as much energy, and took great joy in having such a bright and energetic child. The only time either of them seemed to still was for meals and sleep, and story time. June's mother had read to her as a child, and she was determined to instill a love for stories and story telling into her daughter. Dorcas took to the stories much to June's pleasure, and Dorcas grew up hearing all sorts of things, from articles in magazines to fairy tales and fables.

Her favorite story was The Three Billy Goats Gruff, and by the time Dorcas was around seven and starting primary school, her favorite game was to put on an old pair of Jane's boots and tromp around, pretending to be the troll from the story and demanding who was trip-trapping over her bridge. The threats to eat her classmates were soon stopped; however, she found other games to play and was soon fitting in just fine, even with her rather overactive imagination.

Like most children destined to become witches of wizards, Dorcas showed signs of magic. While some of them weren't noticeable, quite a few odd things happened around her, much to her mother's and teacher's (and classmates') bewilderment. Still, it was never suspected that it was actually Dorcas causing things to turn into jam or to start shooting off sparks or spewing bubbles, and nothing was ever discussed or even thought about in great detail until her Hogwarts letter arrived the summer right after her eleventh birthday. At first her mother thought Dorcas was pulling some sort of prank, but that idea was short-lived. After a weird couple of days where neither Dorcas or her mother were sure that to do, Dorcas decided it was the coolest thing ever and proceeded to get very, very excited about it. It was probably a good thing that her friends and their parents were so used to Dorcas coming up with the most random ideas; to everyone but her mother, her, "But I'm a witch! Really!" shouts were written off as just another phase for the excitable young girl.

After an exciting day of shopping, and a couple of weeks of waiting, Dorcas was more than ready to get to Hogwarts. She had read all the books she had gotten for classes, and she had a wand. Sure, she couldn't use it yet, but what did that matter? She had stopped insisting to her playmates that she was a witch, and instead started to talk about how she had gotten into a really neat boarding school. That was more believable, and soon enough it was time to board the Hogwarts express for the first time. Butterflies making her feel a bit skittish and ill, she plucked up her courage, straightened her shoulders, and bravely kissed her mother goodbye before marching up to and into the train.

Quickly sorted into Gryffindor once at the school, it didn't take long for Dorcas to get into the swing of things. Though talking portraits and doing magic still seemed a little surreal to her at times, she happily accepted and adapted to all the new information she was being fed ona daily basis. Her seemingly boundless energy and openly curious demeanor endeared her to quite a few of the teachers, and for the most part things went swimmingly for the young girl. She liked her classes, she liked her housemates, and she liked many students that were in the hother houses as well. As a matter of fact, she didn't notice any of the more negative aspects of the school for a good while. When she did, however, she greatly taken aback and left reeling.

She couldn't understand why she could be considered lower than some of the others in the school because she didn't come from a long line of magical relatives, and some of the comments she heard and were on the receiving end of her made her angry towards those who seemed to delight in those beliefs. She quickly started to stick up to those who tried to bother her and others that weren't from old families, and by her fourth year she had a reputation for having a bit of a temper and a quick wand. By that time rumors of You-Know-Who and his followers were beginning to circulate, and by the time it was known they were a reality, she was ready to fight the good fight. She had the energy, knowledge, and will to do so, and she practically dared people to say a cross, prejudiced word to her.

Academically, Dorcas found she had a knack for complicated wand work, especially in Transfiguration, as well as an excellent memory, which was helpful for her other favorite classes, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Technical magic interests her, and she found it easy to handle some of the tougher assignments thrown her way, though she would often bite off more than she could chew, much to her professor's displeasure. She also, like many students, found a thrill in riding a broom, and was one of the first people lined up for try-outs for the Gryffindor team when she was allowed to be. She earned a place as a chaser, and still holds that position, along with the honor of being Gryffindor's prefect for her last year.

Now in her seventh year, Dorcas wants to go into some sort of magical law enforcement, and has become quite outspoken against Purebloodism and those who support those ideals. She's sharp and ready for a fight, and not afraid to stand up when others don't seem able or willing to.

p e r s o n a l i t y ;
Introvert/Extrovert: Somewhere in the middle.
Likes: Sweets, tea, crisp weather, rain, books, words, flying, Quidditch, keeping busy, laughing, spending time in good company.
Dislikes: Boredom, forced stillness, condescension, blood purism.
Boggart:
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Dorcas is a ball of energy. A firecracker. Always on the go. She hates doing nothing and abhors being bored; she's a woman of action, and it is hard to stop her, especially when she's running at full tilt towards one thing or another. Even when physically still her mind never stops working; while in class it is busy with what she's learning, and in her free time it wanders from subject to subject, never settling on any one thing unless she's concentrating. This makes her seem a bit jittery and nervous -- and she is. Dorcas needs to constantly be stimulated of she'll become sullen and moody. Perhaps a little obsessive-compulsive, she likes things a certain way and will get a bit twitchy if they aren't. For all that she seems a bit chaotic, there is a method to her madness, even if no one else seems to get that, or understand that method if they understand the way she is. She is excellent at multi-tasking and has the mental and (usually) physical energy to do so.

Surprisingly, Dorcas is fairly quiet. She doesn't often feel the need to chatter on, preferring to keep her flying thoughts to herself. She carefully chooses her words, mainly because she knows when she does just talk, all her thoughts come out at once in a sort of stream-of-consciousness mess that doesn't make sense to anyone but her and maybe one or two of her closer friends. She is friendly, though; her silences shouldn't be taken as a negative thing. It is fairly easy for her to make friends despite her somewhat awkward social skills, as her good nature and cheerful disposition are apparent pretty much off the bat.

She is also an intelligent young witch. While not at the tippy-top of her class, her grades are excellent and only suffer when she takes too much on at once and has to let some things slip by the wayside; she may be good at doing multiple things at once, but even her energy has to run out at times. When she crashes she really crashes; she'll withdraw into herself while she works through her down moods, and sometimes it can take her a few days to get over particularly bad times. Dorcas always bounces back, however, and usually with good cheer and an apologetic look towards anyone her mood swing affected.

r e l a t i o n s h i p s ;
Best Friends:
Friends: most Gryffindors.
Enemies:
Status: Single.
Partner: N/A
Past Relationships: A couple of summer flings, nothing major.
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s o n g s ;
one: Consequence of Sounds - Regina Spektor
two: (Nothing But) Flowers - Talking Heads
three: Compatriots - Sarah Slean
four: Oh My God - Kaiser Chefs
five: Hear - Moonpools and Caterpillars
six: Elephant Gun - Beirut

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