Does anyone know when the next Order meeting might be?

ooc: My mother took my computer away. I missed you lot so much.

eyeofthestag:

Sirius can take the bloody motheaten thing and we’ll buy a lovely new one, not sagging in the middle from the prat who’s been trying to kip there for weeks. But seriously, I was about ready to punch him if he didn’t sort stuff out with Mar soon. Those two.

We miss you too darling. And…we have stuff to tell. Come over whenever you like. I promise I won’t cook.

Maybe you can donate it to him for whenever he gets his own flat… As a house warming present, yeah? Oh, that’s makes two of us then. I’m really thrilled he’s coming around. For the sake of Marlene, himself and… Your couch, if it counts. 

So I’ve heard! I’m hoping you two haven’t hidden some dead body under your floorboards that you want me to dispose of. Oh, you’re not? That’s lovely to hear. No offense but your version of cornedbeef was a bit too… Interesting for my taste, Jamesie. I mean it in the most affectionate way possible.

remusj-lupin:

The words left his lips and it dawned on him what this mission might cost him. It might cost him his very life, but such a fate would be lucky if it meant Dorcas were spared. In this moment, as Remus tried to quell the beast of anger that roared within the pit of his stomach, he felt little fear for what lay ahead. He was merely aware of three factors. Firstly, that in the hearth of the next room, He Who Must Not Be Named was no doubt listening to their every word. In the next room, through the door to the right that Greyback had gestured towards, lay the innocent. Of course Remus could only assume they were innocent. In truth, he was almost blinded by his hatred of the very thing that he was, assuming all werewolves were the same. Yet the reality was much different. All werewolves were victims in some way or other, with merely one exception. Lastly, he was aware of the almost predatory movements of he who was more wolf than man, despite the waning moon that clung to the night’s sky. Remus was sickened by the words that he next uttered, the husky breath of the werewolf leaving a painful, jagged impression, like razors across his scarred skin. It took all Remus’ strength not to react when Greyback seized her, a rough hand taking hold of her chin so as to get a better look at her. In that instant, Remus knew it had been a mistake to bring Dorcas, no matter what Dumbledore thought. Though she was stronger than anyone could ever ask of her, clearly fighting a struggle of her own, unable to act when she no doubt would have relished the chance to hex the man before her, Remus knew that there was simply that much more to lose with Dorcas by his side. He’d have to tread carefully..

Remus’ eyes burned into the back of Greyback’s head, hating him not solely for the world of pain the man had caused him but for thinking he had the right to lay a finger on the girl. His Doe. Remus hated himself for letting them fall into such a trap. He should have been better prepared, he should have known there was a reason for him of all people to come here of all places.  Had he known, would he have refused Dorcas accompany him? Could he have denied her to carry out her mission out of sheer selfishness and a want to keep her alive? The bitter truth ran cold in his veins; he’d do anything to keep her from this, from the world of werewolves which they’d so tactlessly stumbled upon. In an involuntary movement, Remus edged forward before holding himself back, his features screwing up with anger. He shook his head as it to relieve himself of the turmoil this was causing him, until suddenly he seemed to break.  “Don’t touch her!” he snapped, his voice biting, commanding. It had been a mistake. Greyback turned his head so as to look the boy over once more, his hand still clutching Dorcas’ jaw whilst menace glinted in his bloodshot eyes. Remus held his gaze, but was momentarily lost for words. His heart beat furiously, almost mocking Remus for allowing his emotions to come so fiercely to the forefront. “You said it yourself. She’s mine,” he continued, his voice still firm, yet more careful this time in an effort to avoid confrontation if such were possible. The hand that clutched his wand was shaking, his very veins screaming in protest to every word he uttered, every movement he made. They were only sure to bring both Dorcas and he closer to harm. That was all this war served to do, wasn’t it? Yet Greyback’s gaze seemed to flicker to the wand, and they saw not the emotion that poured through Remus, merely that when it came to the girl he wouldn’t hesitate. Greyback recognised conviction in the young man before him, the young man whom he’d condemned to a so called ‘rough’ life. Remus daren’t allow himself to steal a glance at Dorcas, for he knew his strength would merely shatter at the sight of hurt or fear in her eyes. 

A sense fear crept throughout Dorcas’ being at Remus’ commanding tone of voice. If he blew away their cover, the whole fragile facade would come tumbling down at them like a deadly avalanche. She wanted to reach out and touch him in some way, in some sort of warning, for that usually helped him be pulled back into reality. But thankfully, Remus caught his own mistake, and fixed it quickly and cleverly, never once glancing at her. Doe felt the rough hand drop from her face, but Greyback’s menacing eyes remained fixed upon her. “Very well, then. If you insist.” the vile man separating the two spoke. Dorcas wondered what they were even going to do from this point. Would they be in charge of freeing the poor souls locked up in the other room? Should they question them before freeing them? Were they even going to make it down the street before being attacked with curses? Would they fail to shield themselves from said curses? Dorcas glanced up at Remus, as if to silently ask him what thoughts were running through his mind, but his gaze skillfully avoided her own. He had become quite good at avoiding her looks of desperation, for he had cursed her with it for two years straight… During the entire ceremony of graduation, during their train ride home in their seventh year, during each and every Order meetings… Remus had become a pro at avoiding her gaze. Greyback unknowingly broke Doe’s thought as he abruptly turned his back to her and turned his full attention to Remus. She quickly took this opportunity to prepare her wand for any spells, should he threaten the boy before him.  ”I reckon this means you want to meet the others.” Greyback said, the taunting smirk present in his raspy voice. 

Greyback pushed past Remus and opened the door holding the other werewolves behind them, just slightly. He swivel around to the two impatiently, rolling his eyes as he went. “Well, hurry up, you lot. I haven’t got all day, ya know.” the werewolf snapped, his brows furrowing a small degree. Since Dorcas was playing the victim, the plaything, the “snack”, she let Remus enter the room before her, the fear of the living standards of those poor creatures consuming her. She couldn’t see Remus’ expression, for his back was facing her, but she could imagine the horrified look upon his face. There, before them were about a dozen people, all whimpering and cowering in sight of Greyback, who seemed to be relishing in their terror… Feeding it even. The werewolves consisted of mostly people in their mid-twenties, early thirties, a child or two in the mix, as well. Chains were clasped around their wrists, torsos, and ankles, and they wore soiled rags, their hair matted with dirt and sweat. The odor was consuming, and nauseating…. They all huddled near one another, the fear of what Greyback might do to them throttling their thoughts. Dorcas Meadowes had never witnessed anything more horrifically saddening in her entire life. Nothing could compare to this… Not even the death of her  father. These were all people. People who deserved liberty, love, and normalcy. People with mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, and maybe even children and spouses. It struck her then, that had Remus not been taken into the trustful and just hands of Albus Dumbledore, his fate might have been similar. Her sweet, gentle Remus might have been condemned to chains and rags for the rest of his life… And the thought of that was enough to make harsh tears sting her eyes. It took all the willpower in Britain not to round on Greyback and hex him till he no longer remembered his own name, but she knew very well how that would end with the Dark Lord being in the next room. Obediently, Dorcas remained silent, her wand stuffed up her sleeve and her gaze casted downward. 

littlemisscissy:

OOC: Believe me, I needed you as well. I’ve been suffering from SERIOUS RP withdrawal. I used to play SO MANY CHARACTERS. I was Lily, Sirius, Lucius, Cissa, Bella, Mary MacDonald, Gideon Prewett and an OC or two.

I GOT ONE BABY BACK <3

OOC: Oh man, I know what you mean. I’m in a lot of RP’s but they aren’t serious paras going on. And I usually play someone who’s a goof ball, like Sirius, Emmeline, Gilderoy. I wanted someone a bit more serious this time. :3 And on top of that, everyone here is lovely. I’m so happy I found this place. We might have a Bella soon, because I convinced one of my really good friends to join! :’D 

eyeofthestag:

gracelessgazelle replied to your post: I need to sleep.

Is the couch still occupied?

It was, but not so sure now. Sirius seems to be making some progress with Marley at least. Who knows. But you know, the couch is his as long as he wants it. What about you, love, are you well?

That’s actually lovely news for me to hear! Glad Sirius has gotten ahold of his senses. Well, of course. Sirius has spent more than half the year on that couch, I reckon he withholds rightful ownership of it. I’m fine, thanks for asking! I miss you and Lily very much. It seems the only we’re able to get together is during the Order meetings, and those are far from cheerful. We should all get together some day soon, yeah? For lunch or dinner, or something of that sort. 

FRESH BLOOD SHALL MAKE EVERYTHING COME ALIVE