m i r a n d a (stageleft) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-04-15 21:00:00

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maddox dodderidge, miranda frobisher, mortimer dodderidge, moses dodderidge

Dodderidges!
Her nose pressed up against the window as she watched her parents make their way down the pavement. Miranda jumped off the window seat and attempted to silently make it around the room, slipping her feet into slippers, slinging her dress robes over her shoulders, and tying her hair up so that it wasn't the bird's nest mess it had been in for the last two weeks. One thing her mother had forgotten to tend to, but Miranda could definitely forgive her for that.

She opened the door to her room and looked up and down the hall before quickly stepping out and shutting it quietly behind her. Miranda had been banished to her room, with a little bell to ring and everything for someone to come and help, but she was definitely going out of her mind (and hadn't rung the bell once, her father had checked her temperature at least a dozen times, thinking it was an indicator she was sick again). Now, though, she'd heard voices, and she knew that all of her brothers were over---the hospital wasn't the same, she hadn't been with the three of them together since...well, okay, since Easter, but that was still a long time, for Miranda.

Hurrying down the hall on her tiptoes, Miranda turned the knob to Jamie's room and poked her head in, smiling lightly at the sight of her three brothers, the older two hovering over Murrie--Jamie (she really didn't know what to call him, these days) who looked--ugh, sick.

"Hiiii," she let out softly, entering. Ugh, her voice was such crap, sore and scratchy from not talking for...wow. A really long time. One positive thing for people?

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stageleft
2008-04-16 05:37 am UTC (link)

"Aw!" Miranda let out, but her voice cracked; she wouldn't let it deter her from being in the conversation, "I love this song!"

She giggled though, at the thought of Maddox and Moses trying to sabatoge Mum's love for it. Really---they had a lot of places with a lot of memories...well, their house, and the Leaky Cauldron, but to Miranda, each room of the Leaky had a story to tell, a bunch of different ones. Some she shared only with Jamie or Maddox or Moses, but--they were still there, and she enjoyed that.

Sometimes she thought about her family and wondered what would happen if they all decided not to continue the family tradition, which was how it was starting to seem. Moses was going around the world, Maddox was a business man, and Jamie, while still at home, obviously seemed to be pulling away. Miranda didn't know what she wanted to do with her life, which probably wasn't a good thing as her last year of Hogwarts was nearing its end, but she too didn't see herself picking up the business.

Well. That was talk for another day.

"I bet that's what happened to all my talking dollies," Miranda said with an upturned nose, "'Quidditch accidents'"

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jamienotmorty
2008-04-16 05:53 am UTC (link)

Jamie stuck his tongue out at Maddox about the properlys but otherwise said nothing. Instead, he listened to his brothers, not really recalling the song or their mum playing it all the time. He wondered why that was when he could remember being a baby--not a whole lot, of course, but enough to say he could actually remember it. He supposed if he dug around long enough, he could unsurface all sorts of memories. Some, though, he wished he could bury forever. He wondered how repression worked and if one could willfully repress something or if that'd be suppression. It was an interesting thing to consider in his opinion, and he'd have to store that away for later when he could really consider and even research it without fear of coming across like he was in a daze and bored already or something.

"Talking dolls are creepy. Dolls in general are creepy," he said, nodding. "They just have those eyes that follow you everywhere and those really caricatured expressions." He shook his head. He really didn't like dolls. Some of them were ok, but mostly they just creeped him out and made his skin crawl.

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madducks
2008-04-16 08:11 am UTC (link)

The oldest Dodderidge sat and listened to everyone else speak, but he was more focused on Moses, who looked like he definitely had something else on his mind. He wasn't sure if his brother was just worried about Jamie, or what was going through his mind. Not that he ever did when it came to either of his brothers, or his sister for that matter. But that didn't mean he didn't wonder sometimes. He wondered a lot about what was going on in thier heads, actually. Sometimes he just wanted to learn legilemency, just so he would be able to know...but he didn't have the time. Bah.

Maddox laughed again at Jamie's speech about how dolls were creepy. "I remember you always hating dolls. I used to wonder if Miranda left them sitting around the house on purpose just to freak you out." He turned back to his sister now, raising his brows curiously as though asking her if this were true or not.

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mosesknows
2008-04-16 02:09 pm UTC (link)

When Maddox turned to look at Miranda directly, he shot his little sister a wink and put a finger up to his lip as if to tell her that it was their little secret, completely forgetting that Jamie was probably watching them. He hadn't done it but once or twice after Jamie did something to upset him, to be fair...

He repressed a sigh; trying to keep the mood light and cheerful. They didn't need more added to the occasion, did they? Miranda had nearly died on them, and now Jamie was coming down with something. Moses didn't think that the addition of idle threats on the family would be something particularly good to bring up at that moment. He probably should tell Maddox, get it out there as a warning so he'll keep safe. But telling him would probably blow over terribly and...Moses didn't want to mess with all of that. At least not at that exact moment. Maybe he could tell the eldest Dodderidge later that afternoon, after they unified and banished the younger siblings to their respective rooms for soup and sleep.

A quick smirk covered his face. "Miranda always was sneaky about that sort of thing," he murmured softly, now waiting to gauge her reaction to that comment.

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