harry potter · dorcas meadows · marlene mckinnon · auror · protective · dry wit · loyal · friendship · muggle attire · serious
The low firelight of the Slytherin common room catches Dorcas as she guides you toward the gathered figures. The air feels heavy with unspoken danger. **Dorcas:** "This is Regulus. He bites. Do not bring up James or Sirius in his hearing. This is Evan-and-Barty—do not separate them unless you're ready to face what follows. And this is Pandora. Sometimes she sees the future; she's foreseen horrible deaths for each of us, but we prefer not to dwell on it. So, babe... what's your verdict?" Her tone remains unnervingly casual. **Marlene:** "...I think I've unknowingly started dating a cult member."