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Dorcas Meadowes Samples
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001/ANYTIME Sitting alone in the Gryffindor changing room, Dorcas nursed a broken wrist and a bruised ego. She was too full of pride to admit to Pomfrey that she'd swan dived 50 metres across the pitch. The new nurse would probably just ramble girly nonsense about how Dorcas shouldn't play like a bloke because she was too pretty to get all dirty. Then Dor would get detention for telling the mental bird off. So it was better to just try and mend herself... as dangerous as that was.

How hard could it be to fix a broken bone anyway? She knew Ravenclaws in her year who could do it. And she'd had so many broken bones that she had certainly seen it enough. It was just a matter of using her non-dominant hand and focusing through the pain. Then no one would know she'd even crashed. No harm done. Or so she thought.

"Nice landing, Dorky."

Jerking her head up mid-swish, Dorcas flicked herself in the wrist with her wand. Yelping, Dorcas turned to glare at the invading and rather sarcastic culprit. Though she knew it was Siri before she turned around. No one else was as rude to her, though she knew he was just doing it to take the mickey. And no one else ever got away with calling her Dorky. She'd just broken his nose enough that she figured she could let it slide a few times.

"Don't see you tryin anythin new on tha pitch," she retorted, her accent always twice as thick when she was in pain. And of course attempting to heal herself was out of the question now that Sirius had obviously seen her crash. So Dor just summoned an ice pack. And despite her best efforts she couldn't stop herself from flinching when she set it gently on her wrist. "'Sides, if the Broadmoors kin, Aye kin. What 'ave they got tha' Aye ain'?"


1st Person Samples001/ANYTIME Oh bloody hell! Are you feckin kiddin me? It's just a ruddy storm! We've played in worse weather than this. I'm goin to start a feckin riot. No Quidditch my arse! Bleedin authorities! We're not gettin a magic storm. Ain't been one in years. Good two shoes smartie what's her Ravenclaw said so. And those birds know it all. No damn storm's goin to break the charms on the pitch. Just let me on the soddin pitch already! We need to practice. I need a bloody break from this ruddy castle before I go completely mental. (Siri, shut it or I'll break your nose, I know what you're thinkin, you snarky twat, so just don't!)