step a little closer }{ tagged - coraline t.

[dorcas elaine meadowes]

STONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY, LOVE TAUGHT ME TO LIE, LIFE TAUGHT ME TO DIE.
SO IT'S NOT HARD TO FALL WHEN YOU FLOAT LIKE A CANNONBALL
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Dorcas stood before a case of trophies, awards for services to the school. She looked at the many names before her, the lists of students and adults, the wizards and witches that blew into this school and made a difference. She looked at her reflection in the silver, and gave a half formed smile at her own silvery, blue eyes. Services to the School. What did that mean? Dorcas' mind wandered through the corridors of Hogwarts, thinking up all of the ways that someone could get a trophy here. She could imagine it all. Fighting off a boggart in some dark corner, or even perhaps a rogue dementor or two. She shuddered, Hogwarts wasn't that unsafe, it couldn't be.

She blinked, her eyes looking away from the awards for a moment. The gold and silver blurred together, and she slowly stepped backwards so she couldn't read them anymore. She'd never be so special to earn an award like that. No, Dorcas was nothing special, and she couldn't find her mother's name anywhere in this room either. Her mother was a muggle, and her father was long gone before she was even born. If only she knew if he was a wizard or not, then she'd feel a little more like she belonged. The trophy room was extensive, slightly covered in dust, but impressive none the least. She slowly pushed a few stray hairs behind her ear and she turned away to look on.

She always felt like her classes were dragging on during the day. She had so much time inbetween lectures and practicals, that she never knew what to do with herself. For being here for seven years, Dorcas had never bothered to look in the trophy room. It didn't really concern her, it was just a bunch of metal awarded to those more fortunate that she'd ever be. Momma and I never won anything and I won't be winning anything anytime soon, She thought dully to herself. She walked through the rows of trophies, her hands brushing off years of dust. Nothing but history, dust, death..

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[coraline iyana tawfeek]

Coraline headed into the Trophy room after her cat. She shook her head as she chased after him. "Come back here with my quill!" She finally managed to grab him and he purred. The girl shook her head and removes the feather quill from his mouth. The quill ends up in an inside pocket where the cat cannot reach. It seems as if that cat is almost glaring at her when she does this. Twisler goes quiet and looks over at Dorcas who was in the trophy room before they got there. She nervously looked around at all the shiny trophies from generations past, and she knew well that none of them had the Tawfeek name on them. Her family had never been know for being very good at sports or anything that was competitive in any way. The closest they ever got their names listed was if they were in Gryffindor, who usually won the house cup.

The girl cautiously stepped forward toward Dorcas. She wondered how she was feeling by all the trophies that surrounded her. Coraline smiled gently at her. "Hello, sorry if I bothered you." She told Dorcas in a rather gentle voice. It was not all her goal to alarm the other female student that was there. She looked over at the trophies that Dorcas was looking at. Part of her wondered if any of Dorcas' family members were lucky enough to be a part of Hogwarts long history of people who were great at sports. For some reason, she doubted it, unfortunately. That was okay, though. All that would mean is that they are at the same level and may be able to understand each other. Maybe they could be friends, and that was what part of her hoped they could be after this experience.

"I hope you are okay." She expressed gingerly. It was not as if she excepted a reply or anything of that sort. Something like that was the opposite of what she excepted. Coraline turned around to go. Twisler was still in her arms and was not struggling despite her stealing his makeshift toy. The cat was comfortable there and did not feel like moving any farther after making Coraline chase after him. It looked like the cat was actually start to fall asleep since it was so unmoving. Moments like this always made her wonder why she ended up in Gryffindor. She was not the type to be bold in any way without having to make sure she wouldn't get hurt for it first. To her, that was not at all courageous, and she was more of the type to be smart and cunning.

[dorcas elaine meadowes]

STONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY, LOVE TAUGHT ME TO LIE, LIFE TAUGHT ME TO DIE.
SO IT'S NOT HARD TO FALL WHEN YOU FLOAT LIKE A CANNONBALL
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Dorcas jumped, only slightly, but a jump none the less, when another person ran into the trophy room. She had been mildly interested in the lonesome fact that no one she knew was glamorously set up in here for the rest of history, and then that moment was interrupted by a cat and a worrisome owner. Dorcas turned around to watch the spectacle, and laid eyes on a girl a couple years her junior. The girl, though slightly familiar, wasn't someone Dorcas saw on a regular occasion. In fact the girl seemed to be the type of face that no one really talked about. For a moment Dorcas felt uncomfortable, the strange serious of events that had landed the girl in her presence was a little weird, but Dorcas had her own Ransley to take care of and instantly connected with the girl on that level. They both, it seemed, had to chase after their animals.

"No, you didn't bother me." Dorcas spoke softly, but not distantly. Over the years she had started to become a little more strong, like the rest of her friends. When you were around Marlene Mckinnon long enough, you started to assert yourself. Gone were the days when Dorcas Meadowes hid behind shadows, now she stepped bravely into the light, as bravely as she thought the situation called for that is. "I was just wandering around lonely anyway, nothing special." She smiled, friendly and hopefully warmly to the girl that seemed to feel out of place.

"I have cat too. Just the other day I had to chase him down the hallways, though he isn't normally such a rascal." She laughed, looking down at the cat in the girls arms. She reached forward to pet the cat, then stopped, feeling a little strange. It wasn't like making friends was anything knew to Dorcas, and probably not to this girl either, but it was still always a comical situation. As a seventh year, Dorcas generally assumed she'd already met everyone she would ever cross paths with, and she wasn't the one to put herself into new company. She liked knowing her classmates for years, knowing everyone's name, it made her feel safe.

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[coraline iyana tawfeek]

Coraline looked up at the seventh year and smiled a bit in a very calm way. "You can pet him, it's okay. He likes attention. " The girl looks down to Twisler and playfully scolds him. "You're a spoiled brat." As if almost on a cue his tongue comes out to taunt his owner. It was a soft voice she spoke in as if she rarely used it in social situations. Coraline had to admit she had a long way to go. There was a lot more to life than sitting on the side lines of things like she often did. It was just she was afraid of what people would think. She was afraid of what would happen if she put herself out on the line to make others feel better with herself unmasked. That very fear drove her into hiding and being unwilling to make friends like most people her age should have plenty of by now, but she was alone.

She was an observer and a good one at that she supposed. Coraline learn from what she saw, not what she had to experience herself. People around the school made a lot of foolish mistakes that she told herself constantly to avoid. It was no wonder she did not do much of anything other than study and be silent. "So how big of a brat is your cat and what does he look like? I might have met him before." This level is what she would use to try to socialize with the elder student to try to see like she was better at socializing as herself than she really was. Coraline looked around at all the trophies collecting dust that represented honor and such. The girl wondered if she would be like that after getting all her good grades and being noted for that. That after that she would serve no real propose and have no real passion to speak of except being surrounded by ten or so cats.

The poor cat was missing his tail for some reason. It looked like it would have been a lovely tail if it had remained on. Twisler seems now to not be bothered by the lack of a tail and lived the life of a normal cat. He looked up to the stranger and purred, demanding that he gets attention. Coraline gives him on gentle cat and is silent. She observed the gold that was on the trophies and the names that were listed. Names like Potter and Willis came to no surprise to her. The name Malfoy being there also did not do much to surprise her. They were all families that were well known to have students who excelled in not only academics but sports as well. Her eyes looked over to the other student, wondering how she would respond to not only all that she said, but her silence. Maybe the silence spoke more than any volume of words that Coraline would ever manage to speak throughout the year at school.

[dorcas elaine meadowes]

STONES TAUGHT ME TO FLY, LOVE TAUGHT ME TO LIE, LIFE TAUGHT ME TO DIE.
SO IT'S NOT HARD TO FALL WHEN YOU FLOAT LIKE A CANNONBALL
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Dorcas reached out and let her palm rest on the fur of the cat. It was always intriguing for Dorcas, to meet new animals, because back home they rarely had anything but the strays that wandered outside their flat. Dorcas had always tried to feed them, or usher them towards nice homes with more money than the Meadowes. Her own Ransley was her pride and joy, the one creature that she felt truly comfortable with. Among all of her friends, Ransley was the first one she had managed a relationship with so quickly. He followed her down the streets of Hogsmeade only two years ago, and they had immediately connected, which was a lot more than Dorcas could say for any of her classmates, even the likes of Amelia Bones and Marlene Mckinnon. She smoothed her hand over the top of his head and down that somewhat fragile feeling neck, letting the fur push through the in between of her fingers.

"Ransley is mostly white, with a touch of orange on his ears and barely visible orange stripes down his tail." Ollie described him proudly, always happy at the unique markings along his tail and the beautiful dabs of color at the tips of his ears. He contrasted well with Dorcas' black hair and naturally tan skin, and she loved him all the more for it. Sure most people tended to think that pets looked much like their owners, but opposites attract and Dorcas was sure that's what sent this feline down her trail the day they met. "He really is quite strange looking I suppose. And no doubt you've seen him, he used to be so tame but lately he's taken to darting through the corridors without me." She laughed, thinking of her recent adventure looking for him before N.E.W.T.S study sessions in the room of requirement. She had went back to her dorm empty handed that day to find him curled up on the edge of her bed.

Dorcas smiled up at the girl, her palm still resting on the cat's back. This girl, though rarely seen my Dorcas, had a certain look about her. She was sociable and she had previously been chasing a cat, but Dorcas could faintly see in her a sense of quiet calm. It pretty much spoke for itself that they hadn't met before, and Dorcas could sense that these two might have more in common than they would first guess. Both girls seemed to be a little awkward when it came to human contact, in their own quirky ways. Still, she was filled with a desire to find something great about today, and potentially that great thing was standing in front of her. "I'm Dorcas Elaine by the way, but you can call me Lainey." She smiled down at the cat and then spoke back up at his owner, a soon to be friend perchance. "And what's your name?" Such a simple little question.

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