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[Jan. 14th, 2011|12:08 am] |
"Usually I try to keep the tone of this broadcast lighthearted despite the severe times we find ourselves living in, and I will warn you now that I'm diverting from that standard tonight. I'd like to start with saying a word for the people that have died in this war, and specifically for my dear friend Benjamin Fenwick, who died earlier this week in an act of violence. He was so brutally murdered and mutilated that the authorities weren't even able to find an bit of him big enough to call a corpse.
This is the world we live in now. A world where we have to sit around and worry not that our loved ones are stuck late at work or leading double lives or the victims of freak incidents, but worry whether or not they have been completely dismembered in an act of hate. Wonder if when we attend their funerals, we will have enough of them to bury.
I don't want to live in that world. I want to live in a world where my friends don't die when they're barely even adults. I want to live in a world where Benjy and Edgar and the McKinnons are alive and well. But no matter how much I want it, I can't live in that world. Voldemort's buggered that world up for me nice and solid.
Voldemort's followers are elusive. They are mysterious. They are hard to pin down and they are living among us.
And they are sending out the message: We should be afraid. We should be afraid to leave our homes. We should be afraid to go to work. We should be afraid to send our children away to school and we should be afraid to keep them at home. Voldemort will kill our families. He will destroy our homes and our hearths and he will end everything that is dear to us. We should be afraid of him. We should submit to him. We should give up because we don't stand a chance of winning.
But I am not afraid. I am not afraid of Tom Riddle because no matter how powerful a dark wizard he is, and no matter how many people he has terrified into submission or lured into his thrall, he is not a man. He is a scared little boy. And if he wants to hunt me down, kill me, make an example of me to prove that he isn't, let him. As literary genius and favorite author of mine, muggle William Shakespeare, once penned, 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks'
I'm Dorcas Meadowes and I'm on every evening at eleven. Thank you. Goodnight, friends."
- Dorcas Meadowes, live on the WWN August 12 1981. |
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| and you, you need to be nicer |
[Jan. 11th, 2011|04:53 pm] |
❧ BORN ON A FARM in the English country side, shielded from muggle eyes by various charms, Dorcas always spent her summer breaks working her tail off to help out her family. The oldest of five children, she and her younger brother often got tasked with the brunt of the work while their baby sisters helped their mother in the kitchen. She never particularly minded this; she had always been closer to her brother than to her younger siblings, and she had always been eager for her father's approval. Their farm cultivated herbs, plants and fungi that they sold to potioneers and apothecaries.
❧ MRS. JANE WILCOX MEADOWES, a muggle born witch with an interest in religion and mythology, had a taste in names described frequently by Dorcas as face-crushingly pretentious. The full names of the Meadowes children in order of birth: Dorcas Ianthe, Balthazar Aloysius, Hephzibah Elizabeth, Guinevere Theodora, and Concordia Allegra. Dorcas often reflects that it's a good thing they're wizards because in the muggle world their names would be that much more ridiculous. Of course, the wizard world has its perils; four of the five Meadowes children were killed in the war. Only Concordia, who had been fifteen at the time, survived.
❧ GETTING SORTED INTO GRYFFINDOR was probably the best thing that ever happened to Dorcas, but she didn't realized it until much later in her short life. When she was younger she didn't think of herself as particularly brave, but being surrounded by her housemates brought out that quality in her. In fact, she became so courageous that it bordered on foolhardy; publicly defaming Voldemort in the Daily Prophet and over the WWN was what eventually earned her a personal visit from the Dark Lord.
❧ BEING INTENSELY AWKWARD in her younger years, Dorcas did not resist the slew of nicknames that came in, even though they bothered her greatly. Her motto on being teased was generally "lean into it", and she did. The fact that she took jokes at her expense in stride and eventually started retaliating with dry sarcasm of her own was what earned her some of her best friends. This was also how she eventually came to introduce herself as "Dorky" rather than "Dorcas". |
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