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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 14:07:13 GMT
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and make waves Screams echoed throughout his apartment as Sirius tossed and turned in his sleep, grabbing at the sheets, fighting his pillow and sweating all over while tears ran down his cheeks. They captured him, found him doubting everything that he was suppose to fight for, second guessing the reasoning behind his convictions that had been so firm till then. Having showed nothing aside from devotion, it was obvious that it was faltering lately. But he was dragging him, questioning him. He had to; it was what he was fighting against, what he opposed. His hands were pulling at him, forcing him into a standing position, constraining him to support himself up as he seemed more than capable. The young man however fell at his feet and he kicked him making him fall to the floor. As he looked down at the bruised body at his feet, a voice left out but a whisper ”Sirius … don’t do this!” it begged and as the man beckoned to stop stood tall next to him, a glacial reply came from him ”I have to Reg.” and another blow came.
Sirius woke up screaming, panting, crying like he never allowed anyone to see, sobbing as darkness shadowed him. His face, beard and hair were all damp from the tears that wouldn’t stop pouring as the images clouded his judgment. Minutes passed by as he sobbed there, in the middle of his bed, thinking himself guilty, believing the dream to be true, for it had been so vivid. Rocking back and forth he held his legs to his chest, fighting against that face that haunted him in his dreams. He was shaking his face, forcing the outlines to change, for the stone walled dungeon to turn into his brick walled bedroom, focusing on the window on the right side of his bed to force himself aware of his surroundings. That face that looked so much like his own, but still so different and cleaner, the exact hair that he had himself, those crying eyes that burned him to his core; recurring dreams plagued him ever since he ran away. Regulus rarely came to him in his dreams but whenever his brother’s face was so vivid in his mind’s eye, all the guilt and the regret of having left him in that house, alone, crushed him. Not often enough for him to be used to the ever changing scenario, but too frequent for him to know that falling asleep wouldn’t be an option now.
Shacking, he urged himself to get up and trembling he made his way to turn on the light and as the room became clear to his watery eyes he sunk to the floor to relax, easing his breathing. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up in the middle of the night from those dreams and he feared it won’t be the last. Sadness threatened to overwhelm him, but he picked himself up, went to the small closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Rushing down the ladder he crossed his living room grabbing his jacket as he exited his flat. His motorcycle expected him and he barely managed to mount it before he was speeding down through central London. Just any pub wouldn’t do for tonight, as this needed something more pungent.
As he turned the corner, dismounting the still raging engine, a sharp swish on his wand and the bike could fit into the pocket of his jacket. Sirius entered the Leaky Cauldron completely unbothered by the people that occupied the establishment as he sunk into a chair at an empty table and feverishly, lit a cigarette. The adrenaline didn’t work on this as his body still trembled from the mental stress he had been put through. Usually he would have what he needed at his flat, but completely forgot to get a new bottle since his last night terrors struck. The bartender approached him, slightly testy because the young man looked ready to explode in one way or another, as he fought against the tears that seemed imminent with the images still burning his torment.
”Fire-whiskey. A bottle of fire-whiskey, please!” Sirius managed to say before the man was too close to him, feeling so exposed and drowning in grief. He didn’t need this; he could get past this like he had done plenty of times before. ”But sir …” Sirius hated as the argument started. He most definitely did not need to be talked out of this, not this time, as drinking the images away was the only thing that worked, and he had tried several things only to have them fail. Without any sign of remorse he threw 3 galleons on the table ”Just fucking bring me that bottle!” he demanded. Sirius never demanded people to do as he told but his eyes looked at the man, threatening him with his intense glare.
The older man turned towards the bar, only to come back with an opened bottle of fire-whiskey and a glass, carefully wanting to place them in front of Sirius, but he snatched them and poured himself a full glass, before drinking it all in one sip. The burning sensation ached his throat, but he poured himself another one, not thinking of measurements or how much he should have paid as the bottle wasn’t completely full, confident that three galleons was more than enough. Still shaking, he drowned the second glass and settled as he could feel it burning in his stomach. Sirius sucked at the lit cigarette as if his life depended on it, but his mental tranquility did in that moment. The tremor still had a hold of his right hand and as he kept smoking, it started to lessen with every puff of smoke. Pouring himself the third glass of the evening, he settled to taking smaller sips as he felt the drowsiness engulfing him easily.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 24, 2018 14:50:00 GMT
It wasn't often that Dorcas was out, let alone on a work night. Most of her nights were spent in, eating cereal or pestering Rodolphus to bring her something to eat however this week she had off. After working all of New Years and missing out on a New Years Eve she'd taken the second week of January off to reward herself and to get some relaxation. Unfortunately Tersha had work tomorrow so she was home sleeping, Rodolphus hadn't come over and she hadn't demanded anything of him this evening either so she was completely alone. Her dad had work tomorrow and her mum was probably going to be looking after Ariel. Dorian too would be working so he'd be sleeping soundly. Dorcas on the other hand needed to let off some steam. Was a Wednesday night the best sort of night to do such a thing? Who the hell even cared? There'd be someone around at some point and if there wasn't then she'd just get drunk and stick her merry little arse up on the bar and dance. She didn't care if she got approval, she didn't care if she got kicked out, she just needed a little bit of fun and tomorrow she could just sleep of a hangover. Tomorrow she had no responsibilities and she could sleep for as long as she wanted so long as her mother didn't bring Ariel to visit while Dorian was at work.
Washing her hands at the sink of the ladies toilets Dorcas turned off the taps and shook her hands. She grabbed a couple of paper towels and dried her hands, checking herself out in the mirror. She was tipsy. Not yet drunk but most certainly tipsy. She'd had a bit tonight and somehow over the years she'd managed to build up a little bit of a tolerance to alcohol. Even as of a few years ago Dorcas could remember getting absolutely tit faced after three shots. Now she could handle at least seven, maybe eight depending on what she'd had before hand. The only constant in her life revolving around alcohol was tequila. The nasty little drink was horrid and worse still it made Dorcas all hot and bothered, causing her to strip off next to everything until she could cool down. The only problem was she rarely remembered to pick up her stripped items of clothing and she barely ever remembered anything of the night when she woke the next day. Tequila was the devil and she bloody loved it.
Shoving the paper towels in the waste basket Dorcas proceeded to exit the lavatories and made her way to the bar. It wasn't exactly a busy night but then again it was Wednesday so it wasn't like there was going to be a whole lot going on tonight. She placed her order and sighed, looking about the bar at the lack of anyone even remotely cute. If her evening didn't pick up then she was going to be shaking that fine arse she had, up on the bar, taking shots whenever the hell she liked. Her eyes drifted over the patrons and came to settle on a familiar face. Once her drink was served and paid for she made her way over to the table of the lone little trainee as she wondered just where all his mates were. She supposed they were probably home, sleeping, getting ready for the day ahead of them tomorrow which was precisely what Sirius should have been doing too but instead his adorable little arse was plonked down on a chair in the Leaky Cauldron. Weird.
Taking her drink Dorcas made her way over to Sirius' table and sat herself down without an invitation, she just took a mouthful of her drink and then set the glass down on the table in front of her and looked to Sirius. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" She asked. It was hard not to notice but Sirius was a down right attractive bloke. He should definitely have been asleep right now and probably with some random hottie in his bed for the night. Someone that cute, and what she'd seen of him - arrogant, probably knew how to woo the pretty ladies and were well aware of how not to go home alone, but despite figuring what should have been, she looked at what was, her training taking over to form a more solid first impression. A bottle of scotch and one glass meant he didn't have company. A somber looking face that appeared stressed more than rested spoke of stress and the way he had been sucking on that cigarette only seemed to point to him being a little down in the dumps. Well probably way more than just a little. She had no idea what he was going through and quite frankly she wasn't a fan of asking and finding out. She was a fan of getting drunk and literally forgetting problems. Not healthy but it was working thus far in her life.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 9:38:59 GMT
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and make waves While taking another puff of smoke out of his lit cigarette, he needed to not think, to not focus, desperately. The firewhiskey needed to kick in already. It didn’t matter that he had to go to work tomorrow at eight, nor did it matter that it was probably well past midnight, all that mattered was for his mind to stop replaying those images over and over again. With gritted teeth and a stupid shaky hand he took another rather large gulp of the fiery liquid as his eyes were fixed on the table before him. For now, he needed the alcohol to work as there weren’t other options he could turn to. Being a week night and all too late to go to pubs or clubs and chat someone up, not to mention than the state he was in didn’t really invite the distractions he so desperately needed and he wasn’t quite as capable to be charming anyone tonight. The strands of his jet black hair were falling in his eyes and obscuring his vision, quite accidentally but he didn’t want anyone to be able to catch on that he had been crying, nor did he really wanted to be seen. While tears no longer ran down his cheeks, his eyes still threatened to release them and he was trying to drown them with yet another sip. The tears and the images, Regulus. Him beating Regulus. Sirius needed to stop thinking. Whenever this happened at Hogwarts or while he stayed with James, his mate was there and without telling him, Prongs would make him feel better. Just by being there. He couldn’t just go to him now. That would be stupid, to show up in the middle of the night only because of a nightmare. He wasn’t a boy anymore. Swallowing hard as the beverage burned against his throat he barely noticed someone approaching him. Only when that person took a seat in front of him did he realize that he was no longer alone. Before looking up he blinked a couple of times for good measure and his body tensed a little bit as he saw an Auror seating across from him. Sirius looked at Dorcas, having known her from work, sorrow still visible on his face as he tried to regroup. The last thing he wanted was for the hottie from work to think him a cry baby. Standing up straighter, no longer covering over his drink, he took another drag from his cigarette and composed his features. While he hadn’t particularly tried to charm her in any way, seeing as she was someone he had to learn from, a sort of trainer, Sirius couldn’t not notice her, even at work. Mrs. Meadowes was one that turned many heads, not only because of how she looked but also for how she carried herself. There was the fact that she was aware of the effect she had on others that grabbed his attention, aware that she sparked interest in most male occupants at the office, and some female. It was something that Sirius was aware of too, while he played that card often and got what he wanted, he also disliked it because people thought his shallow because of it. Only his friends knew why he did it and even they wished to see him grow past it, but he used it as a cover. It was what he knew to be better for everyone involved. Sirius thought her to be, not particularly out of his league, just not someone that he could or should go for. She was an Auror which meant she was to be respected not shagged. No matter how often he’d look her way at work. She was a no go. Or better said, she had been a no go. Sirius’s eyes rested on her pushing all evidence of tears away and forcing himself to not think anymore, he had someone to distract him. The fact that she sat down made him think that she might bring the means to numbing his mind, at least for the night. ”Drinking seems more fun.” he said with a raised eyebrow and a half crocked smile, that he wanted to cover up the sorrow with. For now he didn’t think of the reasons why he shouldn’t pursue the option that presented itself to him. For now he just needed to alleviate his mind. ”By the glass I’d say your logic says the same.” the smile only teased as his eyes took her in. Sirius didn’t want to talk or be demanded answers, nor would he if probed with questions. Never having been one to talk about what was going on with him; he grew capable of hiding it and was doing the same now. If James only knew the jest of it, it only meant that he wasn’t one to dish out and open wide for others to see him. There was a box, with a lid and secure lock on it, stashed in the back of his mind that he never opened and would only force whatever he deemed belonged there, through the keyhole. Sirius wasn’t an open book, nor was he usually seen moody or off his beat. Carefree, fun, arrogant and newly independent was what people knew him to be, and loving every minute of it. That’s what he led people to believe. Tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes Words: 898 Notes: drinking is fun Outfit:shouldn't be drinking |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 27, 2018 11:30:11 GMT
Dorcas could get behind drinking being more fun than sleeping just about any day of the week. She could easily recall the amount of work she'd had to endure to become an auror. It was tough, gruelling at times and it was fair to say Dorcas could see why so many people dropped out year after year. If you were only in it for the glory you were in the wrong place. It was fair to say there were a few Auror's in the department that liked the glory of it all, but that wasn't their main reason for having become an Auror in the first place. Dorcas didn't know a lot of people's reasons because quite frankly she didn't care. She knew a few stories but not many. It was surprising the amount that were started through the desire for vengeance. Not a solid reason in Dorcas opinion but at least it had driven them enough to get through the training. Dorcas' reasons were her own, she kept them private and whenever asked about it she always lied, she was pretty good at lying, she knew how to work certain emotions into her features and she'd always been able to, even since before she became an Auror. Once upon a time she used to have issues with not being able to lie to friends and family but she'd since learnt to repress that and lie her arse off to just about anyone she liked. Most of the time she liked to let them realise she was lying, just be playful about it, but when she had something bigger to hide she was able to.
While Sirius may have thought her logic was similar, she figured it really rather wasn't. She was out, attempting to make up for a lost New Years. Or at least semi-lost. She'd spent her night chasing down a dangerous dark wizard. Captured him too so it wasn't as if the night was a total loss, she'd got a few scrapes and bruises, slightly broken arm but a quick spell from a healer at St Mungo's put her right again. Once they got around to her bloody room that was. She would have been quicker to send an owl to Rodolphus and getting his own healer to take a look at her but she was stubborn and hated him thinking she needed him for anything, despite how damn convenient it would have been. "I'm out enjoying my New Years," She said, looking around the pub as she took a gulp of her drink, not too happy with those that were in tonight. She'd definitely be making her way over to a nightclub after a couple more drinks, "You've got work tomorrow. Turn up with a hang over and Humbert will bust your arse." She chuckled, seriously tempted to send Dorian a note anyway, asking him to make sure he gave Sirius a few extra drills with plenty of noise distractions. Dorcas wasn't sure if the newbies were getting softer each year or if her expectations kept getting higher but with every year that came she was more and more disappointed. Thankfully she didn't actually have to have much to do with them and Dorian didn't seem keen on letting any of them shadow her, which was fine by Dorcas, she didn't much like people looking over her shoulder, metaphorically and literally, but there were always exceptions to the rule, mostly naked exceptions but with a down looking baby auror across the table from her Dorcas doubted she'd see any action unless Sirius picked up his mood and went on home or found himself a lady for the night, assuming he was into ladies.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2018 20:51:45 GMT
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and make waves Sirius looked around the establishment at the people leaning over tables, after obviously too large of an alcoholic beverage consumed. The place painted a sad visual ambiance, it didn’t invite a good time and nor did it seem a proper spot to enjoy yourself if what you wanted was to have fun, dance or just relax in the release of endorphins after too much work. While the people sat in the corners of the pub resembled his state of mind, actually looking around at them burned at him as he saw an image of his future if he continued on that line. Coping wasn’t something that he was good at, nor was letting go of the past as it crept back into his mind at the worst possible moments. Like now. Sirius had been, although not ecstatic, relatively happy, working towards doing what he had dreamed of doing for some time now. Training as an Auror, living on his own, no longer under the scrutiny of his parents, or loving comfort of the Potter’s, he was making his own path, working for it and striving for finding his footing in this world that seemed more and more to falter all around it. He was fighting the battle that he wished to win and it was the direction he had chosen, while unconsciously at the time, when he hadn’t tried to oppose the Sorting Hat all those years ago. After a careful examination of their surroundings and realizing that while drinking wasn’t that much of a bad thing, doing it in a place like this only darkened his mood more, he looked back at her and teasingly said “Because, obviously, this is the center of London’s night life. I’d have emphasizes ‘enjoying’ seeing as you don’t seem to get much of that in this place.” Chuckling lightly he eyed her unbelievingly. It was far-fetched to say that The Leaky Cauldron was, at least tonight, a suitable, in an utmost implausible way, place to enjoy something that most people considered a time to have fun. You couldn’t enjoy yourself, nor could you relax, in that way, in a place that was only occupied by a total amount of about twelve inebriated people, that didn’t seem welcoming in the slightest, nor did they seem willing to enjoy anything else but a glass of hard liquor and maybe something bordering on dangerous, considering the time of the night. But this was London and there were plenty other places, maybe not specifically for wizards, that were a lot louder, more enjoyable and full of people in good moods and welcoming all sorts of good things. Having been berated for his drinking in his life more than enough times to be unbothered by it by that point, Sirius just took another sip of his drink and another gush of smoke releasing it in round shapes as he leaned his head backwards slightly. “If that were the case, I’d have been kicked out from the beginning. Haven’t been through it yet, I suppose it’s something that comes with age.” The benefits of youth, but he didn’t want to underline that fact in a more unceremonious manner, other than a tantalizing remark. Dorcas was older than him, he knew that much, but he wasn’t troubled enough to not point it at all. Sirius was expected at work in the morning, but the way he took it, it was morning already. The moment he had gotten out of bed had been the moment when he decided it would be a no go to try and sleep again, at least not for a while. Might end up crashing on the couch in the early morning, then drink a huge mug of coffee, but hangovers hadn’t really been a problem for him yet. Sirius got to drinking more or less early, having had enough mid-night trips to The Three Broomsticks in his youth after he ran away to have delved in it, under the supervision of the bar maid, but he had a way with charming women even then. It had been his first way of coping, a bad one, but one that worked in the moments that he needed it most. “Why pick this place? It’s not like there aren’t a gazillion better alternatives in London?!” he wasn’t keen on staying here for much longer, already thinking of going home now that he had the bottle and it seemed to already work its way into his system, or find something more fun to do. While drinking did work on him, drove the images away, he was sparked by the possibility of something quicker, less expensive and a lot more fun that drinking by himself. It was around two a.m. and while a week night, he knew a few places that would be booming at that hour, even on a Wednesday. Hell, there were places that boomed at 2 p.m. that he knew of. London was his city and he knew it like the back of his hand, having roamed it enough since he’d been thirteen. Tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes Words: 845 Notes: drinking is fun Outfit:shouldn't be drinking |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 1, 2018 10:49:19 GMT
Dorcas smirked a little at Sirius' comment about the Leaky being the centre of the London nightlife. Well obviously it wasn't but on a Wednesday there weren't really that many pubs open at this time of night with all the muggle places adhering to the muggle laws and shutting at eleven. Magical pubs had no such regulations, they pretty much went until the staff had decided they'd had enough of staring at their ugly arsed patrons and kicked them out. Dorcas had never found herself kicked out of a bar or a club, at least not because she'd hung back until closing but perhaps a time or six she'd been thrown out for a fight here and there and holding a clump of some shitface's hair in her hand. It wasn't often that Dorcas lost her cool but when she did she tended to have a bit of a mental snap and take things a little too far. Thankfully there wasn't all that much that could make her snap, her biggest issues laid in rejection which she'd not had happened in an exceedingly long time and not the kind of rejection from a guy or girl that didn't want to mess around with her - that happened surprisingly often, especially with Dorian being such a bloody prude all the time - but because she didn't get the things she wanted that she felt she was owed. She knew it made her seem like a princess but honestly, she worked hard and when a line of enquiry was rejected from up above or she was taken from a case she found herself needing to let off steam in every single way possible. The last time fire had been her favoured way to vent her frustrations.
"Maybe I'll ask Humbert to run you through a few extra drills then, just for fun." She smirked, lifting her drink to her lips and taking a mouthful. The new recruits on the whole could do with a decent amount of punishment for quite simply being new. Dorcas figured it was best to make sure you could see what they were made of sooner rather than later. There was no point wasting time and resources on those that just weren't going to cut it, so weeding them out while they were still all bright eyed and bushy tailed seemed like the logical thing to do. Dorcas knew if she was in charge of the training academy then she'd have so many of the little arses crying she'd actually being to take pleasure in it rather than feel anything akin to remorse and empathy. Her training had been hard, she'd not only endured it but she'd smashed through it all. The Auror department wasn't the place to be soft. If you wanted casual sort of work but still wanted to apprehend the bad guys then you took it up with the Hit Wizard section of the Magical Law Enforcement department, you didn't play about as an Auror.
Dorcas never really had good reasons for the places she picked, usually her reasoning to herself was all about where she felt she should be and she never really read too much into it but if she did then she'd know that through her own experiences Saturday nights near Whimsic Alley was her top spot because that was where the most fights she'd had to break up had happened. Monday nights were where she'd find herself out in the muggle world at a place near her home because the pub owners son often made a visit and if she 'd had plenty to drink she'd hop in his pants for a spell. If not then she'd passed. He was a bloody attractive bloke and he was well sized down below, but there was little to his brains and he was as thick as mud. She could tolerate him after a decent amount of drinks but if she didn't have enough she didn't bother with him. There were lots of little habits she'd developed over the years and Wednesdays at the Leaky wasn't really one of them, it was a little out of the ordinary, but for some reason tonight it seemed like a good call, and just as well, the little baby intern looked as though he was having himself a shit of a night. "Because Tom the owner is hung." She said, quirking her eyebrows suggestively a couple of times before knocking back a little more of her drink, wondering if hinting at the size of Tom the owners dick size would be enough to scare the little boy Black all the way back to whatever fancy apartment in the city he more than likely owned.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 8:41:07 GMT
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and make waves Pouring himself another drink, Sirius seized the moment to look her over. It wasn’t suitable, not that he cared much, to check her out at work, but here, the worst thing that could happen was for her to tell him off, and that wasn’t much of a problem in his eyes. Sirius wasn’t one to let things be awkward or tense, whenever he was sharing someone’s company he made sure they wouldn’t linger on it for too long. They were both off work and his head was nowhere near the Auror office at the moment and nor did he want it to go anywhere near executing orders any time soon. In the department he didn’t see much of her, but when he did he couldn’t help his eyes following her frame. It was a nice frame, curves in all the right places and just enough attitude to have him smirking. While not proper behavior in the office, during break times or whenever they crossed paths, he’d look as noting could happen by looking, and he wasn’t entirely proper to begin with. There was something about her that sparked his interest but as he never met her outside of the Ministry or Order meetings and nor did he have an opportunity or managed to make an opportunity occur in either circumstances, that could change. Miss. Meadowes didn’t seem to be one to linger much, but for that matter neither was he. It was the eyes that drew him in, like there was something resembling mischief in them that he hadn’t had the chance to manage yet. The alcohol was getting to him, relaxing his trail of thoughts and the images that woke him up that night were all but gone. The sight in front of him was all too present and his eyes lingered on her, the way she moved, how her hair fell around her face, her fingers around the glass. In his slightly dazed mind even the threat she made was inciting. ”By all means, fun is my middle name and Humbert could do for a little shacking to the core if you ask me. Being pushed only gets me to push back, so we’ll see who’s on top at the end.” Sirius had always been up for a challenge having grown up in a very challenging household, it was second nature to him. During Hogwarts he never let the Slytherins to have a last word and he learned how to use his voice and his wand to get his point across. Aside from James’s dislike for the house to begin with, the fact that some Slytherins didn’t make it easy for him ever since his sorting, had been his personal reason to not make things easy for them. Albeit, while not standing for bullying as he had been picked on during his starting years, he bullied them in response but it was with pranks more or less, well, aside from Snivellus but he’d been special to begin with. Another sip of the drink sent the burning sensation down his throat which he cooled with sucking at his still lit cigarette. Sirius didn’t flinch at her statement, only smirked slightly. Looking at her for a second, then turning his gaze to the owner who stood behind the counter, before setting his sight back on her with a raised eyebrow, smirk ever present on his lips. Sirius wasn’t someone to judge as his own bed post had plenty notches on it, and he had his own reasons for going for whatever girl struck his fancy. He assumed that being well endowed could be a valid reason for a woman to pick and choose as well. ”Thinking of what let to you discovering that does spark an interest. But still … why you sitting here? Did he wear you out already?” he knew it was a game, he assumed at least. A woman like her could do and get whoever she wanted for whatever reasons, but he seriously doubted that she’d go for that as the owner wasn’t the appealing type who would grab a woman’s attention in the fashion. ”Perhaps a short break before another go, or are you too tired for round two, or … maybe you mean to shock and awe?” he said analyzing her as he went on ”Either way, you wound up here, instead of there.” he motioned towards the bar without taking his eyes off of her. Tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes Words: 742 Notes: drinking is fun Outfit:shouldn't be drinking |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 17, 2018 10:22:57 GMT
Dorcas was amused at Sirius's confidence in his own abilities, especially when put up against a seasoned Auror. The only reasons those kids could return day after day was because Dorian was going easy on them, if he wanted to wipe the floor with every single one of them at once then he was more than capable of such a thing and he'd barely even break a sweat, hell he probably wouldn't even take off his jacket. A few of his fancy but efficient wand flicks and the whole class would be on their arses but Dorian seemed to be a hell of a lot more nurturing than she would be. If she had a chance to knock every single one of their smug, arrogant little arses on the floor then she would and she'd take great enjoyment in doing so. The idea that Sirius could ever be on top when it came to anything between him and Dorian was laughable but Dorcas picked up her glass, taking a mouthful and setting it back down on the table without a word. She'd let Sirius keep his little fantasy because hopefully one day there would be something between Sirius and Dorian and she bloody well hoped she could be there to witness the boy get his arse whooped time and time again.
There was certainly an element of amusement etched across her face as Sirius spoke, playing in to her little game and in a way deducing that she likely wasn't there for the bartender, not that he'd said it out loud but it was apparent by the way he played along. He rambled on, amusing her as he went and she listened to each syllable, wondering if he liked the sound of his own voice or if he was out to try and impress her somehow. It wouldn't matter, she didn't have a say on whether he'd advance on to his next year of training when the time came so it just left her wondering just what exactly his angle was. "You've got a lot of little thoughts in that little noggin of yours." She pointed out, leaning forward in her seat she chose to stare him down rather than avert her gaze for even a second. "You're a little baby Auror. Use your observational skills and tell me, why do you think I'm here, sitting with you?" She asked, wondering if he'd go on and on again or if he'd start to actually give some real thought as to why she'd chosen to sit with him.
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