Merry Legs (Dorcas)

Christmas had been a whirlwind. Dorcas had spent more of her time than ever chasing up leads on a suspected Death Eater that was believed to have tortured some half blood, killed a young couple of 'blood traitors' that refused to join or support the death eaters, and he had supposedly burnt a muggle family alive in their home. They had one magical child, 14 that had been attending Hogwarts. Dorcas had to escort him from Hogwarts to his aunt and uncle that lived in Canada. At least he'd be relatively safe over there but his parents, both of whom were muggles, and his younger siblings, eleven and nine, had perished. That was a couple of weeks before the Hogwarts school holidays had begun. Shittest time of year for it but wasn't something Dorcas would dwell on too much, she couldn't focus on other people's issues or she'd drive herself into depression and then land herself in St Mungo's after i got to the point of insanity over all the things she'd seen. Christmas was definitely one of the worst times to be an Auror. Death and destruction didn't stop just because it was Christmas, in fact the Death Eaters amped things up to really put across a message, the message being that they were a bunch of total twats. Dorcas agreed with some of their policies but disagreed with a lot more. The terror and the destruction was all too much, they were taking things too far and they wouldn't win this civil war they'd started.

Unlike Dorcas Tersha had a job that revolved around an entirely different aspect of the world. She was all about pop cultural journalism. Dorcas wasn't really all that sure what Tersha usually wrote about because she didn't keep up with the news in print as much as the other Auror's. Dorcas liked to do her own digging, get her own leads. She had a few informants, quite a few actually, and she spent more time out of the office than in it. She wasn't exactly a traditional sort of Auror but she did more than her fair share in catching the arseholes that felt entitled to ruin the country and all that they had. Admittedly she spent a lot of time on paperwork. It wasn't the greatest but it was a necessity to keeping arsewipes locked up. That was what her office was for. Her walls were covered with all sorts, enough to make Kit dread stepping in any time he needed anything but it seemed he'd go to just about anyone else before coming to her which was fine, the less interactions at work the better. The only time she was fine with interactions were when she was after something, was on a break or felt like irritating someone. Those were acceptable times to approach her.

"The Phillipe Laroux, hot damn! Enjoy that one!" She laughed, not actually all that interested in the French whatever he was, model maybe? All Dorcas knew about him was that he was a pretty boy, Dorcas didn't much have a thing for pretty boys, she preferred her guys rough around the edges with the sort of demeanours that suggested they could and would kill her in a heartbeat while screwing her brains out. Okay so specifically her type was Rodolphus and what was nice was that he hadn't killed her, though there were moments he looked as though he wanted to. He'd fractured bones before, broken her bedroom furniture on more than one occasion and holy crap it had all been fucking brilliant. "Your boss needs a good kick up his arse, want me to pull him in for "questioning". Promise I won't get too rough." She smirked, she wouldn't pull him in for questioning, that would be all kinds of wrong, but who knew what info he might have on Death Eaters. Areshole probably was one. Okay she had no proof on that but for Tersha she was willing to look into it a little and act on anything that seemed a little out of place.

Christmas lunch without Tersha was weird but it went well, Dorcas knew Tersha was giving her parents a chance again this year and it was probably stuffy and weird, Dorcas found her own parents were easy going and relaxed about Christmas, she only knew stories of Tersha's parents at Christmas but it wasn't really much of a Christmas from Dorcas' point of view, not that she would say any such thing to Tersha ever, she'd just listen to the stories her friend had to tell of her parents and react in the way she figured Tersha wanted her to react. "Of course along with lamb, duck, and goose this year. Way too much food. Mum invited a bunch of people over. Lots of veggies, dad grew most of them apparently so he was well chuffed with himself." She chuckled lightly. "How was your Christmas?" She asked, raising her drink and taking a sip of the fruity cocktail. She was at the Ambrosia Lounge, there was no way she was just drinking crap, tonight was a fruity kind of night!

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There was no doubt in Dorcas' mind that whoever this Frenchie bloke was, Tersha was going to have one hell of a time with him. She would definitely be exploring every single inch she could get her hands and more on and then Dorcas would have the joy of hearing all about it. Well not all, but a good portion she expected. Tersha was certainly excited about the prospect of Mr Pretty and Dorcas couldn't blame her. Good looking, good at whatever it was he did (Dorcas presumed), and more than likely riche, rich, rich. Probably not rich enough for Tersha but probably nothing to turn her nose up at! Tersha Laroux certainly had a beautiful ring to it and within six months Tersha would probably have a beautiful ring on her finger if she wanted to pursue the guy. If she wanted to he'd have no chance to resist. Then again if she could find someone a little older and a lot richer, Mr Laroux wouldn't have a hope of landing a catch like Tersh.

Dorcas grinned widely at Tersha and sipped her drink, Dorcas was not above having someone look into Tersha's boss if the dark haired beauty were to report something suspicious. She would have gone herself but that would have looked incredibly suspicious. Looking into your best friend's boss without any solid leads? Not good enough, not unless there was actual dirt on the bastard. Unfortunately being a sleazy wanker was not enough to arrest him on though she'd bloody well have loved to, and a fair few other people she could think of. "Send any real ones into Humbert, he'll dig up literally anything that's there, he's brilliant. Any fake tips can go to Anderson, he's a tit and to see him demoted would just be an excellent start to the new year." She laughed, not giving one ounce of a shit about Anderson. He seemed to be on his last leg anyway and Dorcas was certain he was more of a hindrance to the department than a help. Plus he was a complete perv. Dorcas wouldn't object to anyone with a ild bit of decency ogling at her but the way he did it was just disgusting. Or maybe it was because he had the worlds worst combover.

Christmas was lovely all up. She'd been a pain in the arse as much as she wanted to be and she'd met Dorian's brother which had been interesting. Her mum and dad had a habit of collecting strays it seemed. Tersha with her emotionally distant family. Dorian with his dead family and girl friend, Julian also with his dead family. It was a shame Tersha hadn't been there, no doubt she would have dragged Julian away to one of the spare rooms and stripped him naked for a bit of fun. He didn't seem rich enough to be more than a one time thing for Tersha but he was cute enough for a little fun. Dorcas only wished she'd met him before finding out he was related to Dorian. He was smooth, charming and totally, absolutely, 1000% hiding something. She liked that. "Fertility goddess!?" Dorcas roared with laughter. She and Tersha had very similar views on the children front, neither of them wanted any and quite frankly Dorcas thought the pair of them would be awful being mothers. Not to the same children, all though that sounded like some complicated episode of a TV show her mum enjoyed watching. "And where's the goddess now, in the bin or hidden under a cloth in the basement somewhere?" She grinned, amused at such a gift.

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Had Dorian gotten laid? Maybe. Dorcas was wiling to bet not. It hadn't been nearly a year, it had been seven months. Seven months and twenty three days to be exact, and if you wanted to do it all in days well then that was 237 days. Not that she'd been obsessively counting or anything like that. That would be insane. But it wasn't a year, it didn't even feel close to a year. It was still as fresh in her mind as it had been the day it had happened. Dorian not being able to prevent it was kind of hard for her to deal with at the time. She felt as though he should have done better and should have protected her. She was trained in hand to hand combat but she wasn't an Auror. She could hold her own in a duel but this came out of no where, Dorian had training, this was a war they were in and he'd let her down. He'd let everyone that loved her down but there was no need in telling him, Dorcas could see it in his eyes, in his body language that he knew all that. He blamed himself too and rightly so. All Dorcas hoped was that he'd take away a decent fucking lesson from it all. They'd all lost people they were supposed to protect, it came with the job, but Paris hadn't been the job, she should never have been targeted and Dorcas couldn't help but feel that not only should Dorian have seen something coming, but that Paris had been targeted because she was with him, because she was dating an Auror.

"Bluest balls in the world, I'm sure of it, and he won't even let me help him relieve them. He has nooo idea what he's missing out on!" She said, smirking a little and taking a sip of her oh-so fancy cocktail. She'd never flat out said anything like that to Dorian, he'd probably die if she ever did but she'd definitely hit on him, more than once and well before Paris had dated him too. He'd always been hot, at one stage he'd even seemed like fun, but it didn't matter, no version of Dorian was in to her, at least he pretended he wasn't and she wasn't going to knock that facade he had going on, she knew it was inappropriate to hit on her dead cousins boyfriend but it wasn't like it was going anywhere what with that stick up his arse but if it did, she'd totally be all over him. Suppressing issues was a specialty of hers. She managed it enough every time she looked at him, if he had her pressed up against the wall it would definitely be easier and a lot more fun.

Dorcas could understand why the hell Tersha didn't want kids only Tersha seemed willing if the right man came along. Someone handsome and with a lot of money. Dorcas didn't give a shit how much money a guy had or what he looked like, she wasn't having kids. Ever. She preferred the single life and with Dorian's love life to go on it was no surprise she would rather remain single. The idea of dating another Auror had crossed her mind. With an fellow Auror you knew what to expect with one another. If either of you had a mission then there was a possibility you weren't coming back from it. How any auror could date someone that wasn't expertly trained was beyond Dorcas comprehension. It didn't matter who Dorcas was out with or how much she had to drink she was always on guard, she was always looking out for anything even remotely shady but she wasn't out that often and when she was she was usually on her own or with Tersha, who was rather well known in journalism and pureblooded too. Then again Paris had been pureblooded but targeted anyway. "Thank bloody fuck." She laughed, "If you'd have kept it I may have had to whack it over your head before throwing it in the Thames." Dorcas took another sip of her fruity drink, fully enjoying her catch up with Tersha.

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Dorcas had to chuckle because if she didn't then there was a chance she would have thrown up. The idea of more kids in the world was just awful, everyone seemed to be reproducing these days like the whole human race was about to die but in all honestly it was only whoever the muggle government was currently fighting and the war that raged on in the magical world. Dorcas had no real clue about other nations unless she had to learn about them for a mission. There was no way she was going to do more reading on the world's political issues than she absolutely had to. There was a limit to how much she'd get involved in things and reading when it wasn't really all that necessary was one thing that was going a bit too far. "Yeah, but good-looking people usually end up having bloody terrible looking kids." She pointed out, but then again to Dorcas most kids were pretty freaking awful looking. Even Ariel, as much as Dorcas could tolerate the baby, was a little unfortunate looking with her bulgy eyes and practically bald head. A bald head, which by the way, was far too large for her body. If there was a God of some kind then his designs were seriously flawed.

Laughing again Dorcas went hard, slapping the side of her bare thigh from where her dress didn't reach for a long stretch. The idea of Tersha getting knocked up the next time she flung herself at some rich or good looking bloke was sodding hilarious! The fact her parents had given her such a gift was preposterous in the first place and went to prove how little of their daughter they actually knew and beyond that she wasn't even fucking married! Had they forgotten the burial of Tersha's late husband!? Did they somehow think she'd gotten married again, perhaps in secret!? Oh wait, if that was the case Dorcas was going to absolutely bloody kill Tersha! But she knew deep down there was no way Tersha could keep a secret that big from her and there was no way Dorcas wouldn't have been asked to be maid of honour again. "Oh for Merlin's sake." She said, pretending to wipe a tear away from her eye, "Your parents just have no clue at all. How the hell did you turn out so exceedingly well adjusted!?" Well that was debatable to a lot of people, but in Dorcas' eyes Tersha was one of the most balanced and honest people she knew, it was just the honesty part of Tersha's personality that would land her in trouble a lot, but it was never anything she couldn't sweet talk her way out of. Tersha was incredibly charismatic when she flipped that switch to on and if Dorcas hadn't seen her throwing up half her booze a time or two after they'd gotten way too drunk together, than Dorcas could have believed that Tersha's charm was always switched to the on position.

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Dorcas took a sip of her drink as Tersha mentioned her and Rodolphus having children some day. She partially inhaled her drink at the notion and began cough. The burn of the alcohol in her throat was more intense as she tried to breath and cough in order to clear her airway. She wasn't the maternal sort. She didn't mind Ariel a little but kids of her own some day were completely off the table. She'd always taken things to ensure she wouldn't get pregnant but then there had been that one incident she had to take care of so she'd scheduled it around work so no one would know what was going on. She wasn't ever risking that again so she tripled up on her birth control, if she could just have her uterus taken out; that'd be great. As it was no one wanted to remove the uterus of a single woman without children and under the age of thirty. She knew. She'd looked into it. It didn't matter how her life circumstances changed, she could have been destined to meet the love of her life, but she wasn't going to get married, 'settle down' and have kids. That just wasn't in her life.

Once she was finished coughing, her glass firmly sat on the table and pushed away from her at some point, Dorcas shook her head at Tersha, "Have you seen his nose? And I mean I like a good set of eyebrows but those are just ridiculous." She stated, "We'd definitely have gorgeous kids. You better make sure you find an uggo next or that fertility statue's gonna give you some butt-ugly babies." She said informatively. "You would have been alright with Thad." She said thoughtfully. "I mean he was good-looking enough but he wasn't spectacular like you so your kids would have been fine." Thaddeus had been a pretty attractive bloke in his own way, if he and Tersha hadn't of had something going on then Dorcas would certainly have made some kind of move on the bloke to get into his pants a time or two, but as it was Tersha had not only made all his dreams come true by paying him a little attention, she'd actually gone ahead and married him! Dorcas always knew that Tersha was going to get married, and Tersh would probably go on to have a couple of babies, probably a boy and a girl, but that was because of the life style she was marrying in to, she'd be expected to at least try and produce and heir. "Unlike you marriage is not high on my agenda. He can stay married to the wet sock, I can continue to enjoy the single life and never have to worry about disgusting little brats." She said cheerily, raising her glass and taking a mouthful.

New drinks came and she didn't care how Tersha spoke to the waitress, Dorcas just presumed that for one reason or another the waitress deserved such attitude. Dorcas took her new drink and started on it, nothing having been left in her old glass she was fine with having seen it taken away and something freshly made brought to the table in record time. Places knew to keep Tersha happy because if they didn't she'd do a little digging and who knew what Tersha would find when she started digging. She was influential, she was considered a ruthless bitch but Dorcas had never been on the receiving end of that side of her personality. Tersha was one of the most loyal people Dorcas had ever known and she'd kept Dorcas' little affair with one rich and influential elite completely private and off record, she couldn't have asked for a better friend. She did not want her friends finding out that she was screwing around with Rodolphus, nor that she had been for nearly 12 years. Tersha had found out early on, probably about six months after everything had started and she'd kept it secret through Hogwarts and her career. "You're a bitch?!" She asked, placing the tips of her fingers to her chest, faking a look of outrage, "I'd have never known!" She exclaimed as though shocked by the revelation. Of course Tersha was a bitch, even more so than Dorcas, at least Dorcas thought so, but Dorcas also did not care in the slightest. "You're more well adjusted than me and I like to think I'm relatively well adjusted." She said, taking a mouthful of her drink followed by another and another then placing her glass down on the table, the thing already half empty.

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Dorcas smirked. She was well aware of what was said about men with big noses and for Rodolphus it was quite true. She'd had bigger, not noses, other manly attributes, but not by a whole lot and not anywhere near as fun. It didn't matter what a woman said, size was a factor but so was knowing what to do with it and there wasn't anything Rodolphus didn't seem to know what to do. Admittedly they'd had a lot of practice on one another. There was a lot of experimentation between the two of them and it wasn't necessarily something to be thinking about right now. "Big nose, big sense of entitlement." She smirked picking up her glass by the stem, feeling all fancy and lady-like for a change, taking a good ol' sip of her cocktail in a less than lady-like way. It wasn't often she had time to go out and get a little trashed but when she did it was nearly always something different to the last time and Dorcas couldn't remember the last time she was in a dress, drinking cocktails on a night out with Tersha. It didn't happen nearly as often as it should.

Letting out an unexpected laugh at Tersha's quick witted comment, Dorcas quickly changed it to a gasp, and placed her hand to her chest, she didn't really want to be all that stable, she was pretty damn perfect as she was. Sure she had a few issues here and there but they always seemed to work in her favour. He ability to shut off her emotions when she needed to worked well for her job. She was able to cut out unwanted thoughts when she needed to and she was relatively good at clearing her mind. It helped that she'd had training from Dumbledore for all of that. Back in his teaching days he'd been a Transfiguration professor but he was damned good for defence against the dark arts, Dorcas thought. She quite liked old Dumbledore and actually wouldn't have minded him as a Professor when she'd been at school. Not that it mattered, she did well with Transfiguration and Defence with the professors she had, even if the Defence Professor was always bloody changing every year. "I don't even know." She stated, looking at her glass and just drinking its entire contents, not caring that there was over half a glass left still. "We definitely need more if you're not yet floating. Wait, don't they do those cocktails here? You know the buzzy ones that make you float?" She had some kind of recollection of what she was talking about however she knew it was entirely possible that there was never such a cocktail to make you float and that she'd just been so wasted she'd thought she was floating.

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Despite having downed over half of her cocktail Dorcas tilted the glass back as far as it would go, trying to get every last drop of alcohol out while Tersha sat in some kind of thought or something, Dorcas wasn't really sure, there was some kind of silence and the Tersha talking about flat butts. Dorcas knew her arse would never be flat, it was far too plump and springy, it would bounce back from any condition and fast. Hell she sometimes though Rodolphus was trying his hardest to flatten that perfectly curved rear of hers but it never worked, it was sheer perfection, just like the rest of her, so when Tersha got up, Dorcas did not follow, not immediately at least, instead she stretched her tongue out on the inside of the glass, still attempting to get the last bit of alcohol. She knew it was no use but she tried anyway and then set her glass down on the table and stood up, running her hands over her arse, spying Tersha heading towards the bar and hopefully not talking away, expecting Dorcas to be paying any attention because she wasn't, because she couldn't!

Dorcas carried on running her hands over her arse as she walked, smoothing out her dress a little but mostly just enjoying the feel of her own arse. Everything was a little bit fuzzy. Not fuzzy as though she was completely wasted and everything was spinning with her having no control, just a little blurry at the edges, a little loss of her peripheral vision. No big deal really. On her way to the bar she passed a couple, the pair were rather close and intimate looking, sat together at a tall table on seperate barstools that they'd pulled to be touching and Dorcas liked that, she liked that quite a lot actually. She came up next to the bloke, who she would definitely score an eight in her current state, and leant on the table, elbow hitting hard enough to make the thing shudder a little but nothing fell over as far as she was aware and she rested her chin in her hand. "Have I got a nice arse?" She asked the woman. She was a gorgeous thing, definitely a ten, probably a twelve actually, and waaay out of the blokes league if she was being honest but she didn't really think much on that, "I mean I know it's basically absolute perfection usually, but it's not flat or anything right now, right?" Dorcas got up and turned around, showing off her arse to the couple and looking back at them over her shoulder. "Jus' feel it, 'ave a ssqueeze." She encouraged the red head who looked completely taken back and perhaps a little offended but Dorcas couldn't really tell, she did, however, see that the boyfriend - or whatever he was - deciding to encourage the red her to indeed have a feel and a squeeze and so the red head got down and ran her hand over Dorcas hand lightly, claiming it to be fine. Fine. Ugh. That was terrible. "You have a go." She said quite loudly, nodding her head in an upward motion to the bloke. He seemed more likely to appreciate a damn near perfect arse than his lady but she gave him a scathing look and he chuckled, denying the incredible, once in a life time opportunity. "Fine, but if you change your mind meet me in the mens toilets in five." She gave the bloke a wink while the woman gasped. Dorcas didn't bother to gage the blokes reaction and instead made her way towards the bar where Tersha was standing.

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