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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jamienotmorty
2008-04-16 02:25 am UTC (link)

Jamie was in a bad mood. And he knew he was in a bad mood. But he was sick, and he hated being sick. Because being sick meant potions and possibly healers, and he hated potions and healers and all things hospital and medical related. It was ridiculous, and he knew it, because they often helped people, but he couldn't help his fears. If he could, he would go march himself down to St Mungo's and check himself in with a quick note to let everyone know he hadn't disappeared for a few days or a week or however long it'd take for him to get better--if he got better.

No. He would not think like that, even if he already had been. It was another thing he couldn't help, though. When people started dying of something he ended up possibly contracting, he couldn't help think he could be next. He'd worried about Miranda, and now that she was apparently getting better and himself getting worse, he started worrying about himself. He was allowed that right when he was pretty sure his head was going to break open from the pounding. Then again, if it broke open, it'd probably stop hurting, so it wouldn't really be all that bad if it did. He briefly wondered what the chances of that happening were and if there'd ever been a case of spontaneous head-cracking-open in history. He could think of some spontaneous combustions, but not head-cracking-opens. Maybe that was a good sign.

Jamie rolled his eyes over to the door at the sound of Miranda's greeting. He would have jokingly told her to go away and made silly warding signs with his hands if he wasn't convinced he'd get smacked and lectured about being rude or something like that. He settled for sticking his tongue out at her playfully but briefly and saying, "Hi."

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madducks
2008-04-16 03:04 am UTC (link)

Maddox sighed as he flopped down on his bed, his hands raising up to push his hair back. His eyes shut, his journal laying beside him. It was never easy to have to try to convince your brother that he wasn't about to die. Now, Maddox wasn't even sure if Mortimer was serious or if he was just being dramatic. But really, that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part, was that he wasn't even sure. If Mortimer did have what Miranda had, there was that slight possibility. And after having to watch his youngest sibling, his only sister go through that, he didn't want to have to watch him go through that, too. He couldn't even remember the last time he had slept in his own bed, after spending so much time at Mungo's. Which is why he felt himself drifting off after only laying there for about 5 seconds.

But he couldn't fall asleep. He forced himself to sit up in his bed and make his way into Mortimer's room. There was no way that he was going to have that conversation with him and not go to talk with him in person. He had given a gentle knock on the door before walking inside, shutting it behind him. He took his seat on the chair that was beside his bed. It was a few minutes later that Moses walked in. The 3 boys hadn't really even been talking that much, since Jamie wasn't really up for it. That didn't mean that Moses and Maddox weren't allowed to poke fun at how crappy he looked, right? It was just to keep the mood light, since everything was just so...morbid at the moment, expecially with Jamie's latest entry.

Maddox looked over his shoulder as he heard the knock on the door, and gave Miranda a small smile as she stepped inside. "Come to join the party?" Standing up, he pulled the chair back for Miranda to take the seat, willing to stand. He turned to Mortimer in time to catch him sticking his tongue out at thier sister, causing him to shake his head. "You still haven't grown out of that?"

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stageleft
2008-04-16 04:03 am UTC (link)

Miranda's tongue was quickly back in her mouth at Maddox's gentle scolding of Murrie, and she pressed her lips into a tight smile at her ill brother before hurrying across the room to drop into Maddox's chair. Ugh, even just moving quickly was tiring, so she was glad for the chair and she propped her feet up on the edge of Murrie's bed.

She really, really, hoped and prayed that her brother hadn't caught the same thing she did. Because---okay, she was lucky, but she was quite aware that people were dying from it, and...and it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, sit around someone who might have the disease when her immune system was shot, but she couldn't help it. He was her brother, and he'd been there for her, so...it was just what she had to do.

"We need some tunes," Miranda said, wincing at her lack of voice. Her brows furrowed before her brothers could celebrate her quietness. "Turn on the wireless---or, you know. Play us a song on the guitar I'm not allowed to touch until you're dead."

Miranda smiled, though, scrunching her face at Jamie.

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

Jamie just rolled his eyes at Maddox's comment about not growing out of sticking out his tongue. He was sick. He was entitled to be immature when sick. He wasn't sure that argument would go over quite so well outside of the confines of his mind, so he kept it to himself. Plus, he just wasn't in the mood for banter of any sort right then. He was just sort of tired and trying very hard to not be in a bad mood and to not think about bad things happening or any of that. Because he knew if he started seriously letting himself dwell anymore, he'd be worse off. He knew himself well enough to know he really would write out a will if he let himself think too much on it, and he was secretly glad for the distracting presence of his siblings.

"I can't think properly enough to form chords to play a song. I'm pretty sure I can't think properly enough to form a proper sentence," Jamie said. "So, er, wireless. Yes." He rolled onto his side and reached out to turn on the wireless on his nightstand. He fiddled around with the dial until he landed on a station that wasn't playing anything that made his head hurt worse, turned the volume down enough to not be annoying but still heard, and rolled back into place on his bed. He then readjusted himself to make a bit of room, motioning to Maddox to sit down if he wanted to. No sense standing when you could sit, after all, especially as this was certainly not a formal affair by any stretch of the imagination.

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madducks
2008-04-16 04:40 am UTC (link)

“Say properly one more time, Jamie, I don’t think you got your point across.” Maddox gave him a smile to let him know he was joking before he moved over to the bed, taking a seat at the end so that he was facing out to Moses and Miranda, but could see Jamie at the same time. It was quiet for a little while, and as Mortimer fiddled with the wireless, Maddox occupied himself by picking at a few strings that were hanging off the end of his hooded sweatshirt. It was rare to see Maddox in anything but work clothes, but lately he didn’t where anything but sweats and comfortable t-shirts. He was too exhausted, and had actually gone into Flourish and Blotts looking like a scrub once. Thank Merlin his boss wasn’t there or he probably would have been fired or…well, something.

The music hit his ears and caused him to smile as he thought back on something, looking up to his brothers and sister as the words came out of the speakers. “Do you remember when Mum used to play this song all the time? I think you two might be too young to remember,” he gestured at Miranda and Mortimer, and then looked to Moses, “but she would play it over, and over, and over again on the record player while she cleaned the house, or cooked, or did anything. I remember I wanted to break the record, and I think we actually plotted some way to make it look accidental, but felt too guilty to do it.” He let out a light laugh at the memory. He really didn’t get to see his siblings enough…it was a little depressing that it took one, or two of them nearly dying to bring the family together.

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mosesknows
2008-04-16 04:55 am UTC (link)

Moses had been silently brooding, trying hard to not become more upset with Jamie from everything in the bloody journals and just...worrying. What if this wasn't a coincidence, Miranda becoming ill? He'd nearly punched a whole in his office wall after running into Rabastan at Gringotts. Merlin, what had he done to his family? What was going to happen next...what if he actually killed someone? Moses scowled at his feet at the thought of someone dying because of him. It wasn't right. Or fair. His fists, hidden underneath his crossed arms, were tightening at the thought of it and it wasn't until Miranda entered the room that he realized how worked up he was.

He was trying so hard to pretend to keep up with the conversation, but couldn't really grasp it until Maddox's eyes locked with his. He listened to the song carefully, finally recognizing it after the second time through the chorus. "Yeah. I remember that," he said faintly, staring blankly at the corner of Jamie's bed, his eyes studying the pattern of the blanket. "We were going to play Quidditch downstairs and 'accidentally over throw' and hit the record collection." The faintest of smiles appeared on Moses' lips as he thought about it. "I don't imagine we'd get away with that, though. Mum knew how much we disliked it."

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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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