Dangerous Liaisons

"I WILL SURVIVE!" Dorcas belted out at the top of her lungs. "Ohhhh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive!" The following words were mumbles of not real words. Dorcas only knew one part to the song that was currently playing on the radio and that was it. A muggle number one hit from some point this year and she knew it. How she knew it she had no sodding clue, it wasn't the type of thing she was usually in to when it came to muggle music but it had gotten stuck in her head a while back and she'd hummed and learnt a few words, enough to soothe her mind that had wanted it on repeat all the time. That had been an awful period of time but now she had the benefits of being able to belt out the only part of the Gloria Gaynor song that she knew.

There was no reason for Dorcas’ good mood - and she had to be in a good mood to be singing. She wasn’t only singing though, she was also baking muffins. She wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened but she’d thought she’d actually give it a go. Was it the summer sun? Was it the wine she’d had at lunch? Who the heck even knew but she knew she felt good, great in fact! She was practically walking on sunshine! The knock at her front door came as a little surprise but she didn't mind. Company was good! Whoever it was, she could sit them down and force them to endure her more than like terrible baking skills.

With an almost skip in her step as she made her way from the kitchen towards the middle of the cottage, Dorcas hummed the tune that was stuck in her head. This was far too cheery a mood to be in but something just felt right with the world today. Perhaps she was in the middle of a massive stroke or mental lapse. Perhaps someone had her under a spell. Holy shit, what if she was being controlled with the imperius curse? A chill ran down her spine at the thought of such a thing. It was one of her biggest fears. She'd felt the spell before as part of her training as an Auror and that wasn't the same as this, however just the thought alone was enough to put a damper on her mood. At least it had stopped the humming she'd been doing and so she was able to approach the door silently.

As she looked out the distorted glass she saw a dark figure stood at her stoop. Something felt off. From head to waist at least they were in dark clothing and a cloak. It had to be a cloak. The weather had been too warm and sunny to warrant any kind of coat with a hood and the shape was that of someone hooded. It wasn't yet nightfall although it was certainly the evening which had Dorcas' mind racing. Who would be cloaked and visiting her at this time of day? She lived in a fairly secluded area but it wasn't completely free of passers by, whoever this was could be spotted but they clearly wanted their features to be unseen. Order. Death Eater. Work. Any of those three were most plausible of all the possibilities, but none actually seemed likely in her mind. Rodolphus just let himself in. Ministry folks weren't usually hooded. Death eaters ... well they weren't exactly known for knocking on your door and asking for an invite to torture and slaughter you so she supposed most likely was someone from the Order. She supposed there was only one way to actually find out.

With her left hand on the door Dorcas felt over her back pocket where her wand sat, ready for use. Part of her was telling herself that she was overreacting, she wouldn't need her wand, but the rest of her mind was telling her that she was just being optimistic, that she always had to be prepared. Pulling the handle of the door with her left hand, Dorcas gave it enough pull to swing open. Before she even got a chance to see who was on the other side of her door she pulled her left arm back, her left foot sliding underneath her to take a strong stance against whatever was awaiting her on the other side of the door. Whatever was going to happen she just hoped her damn muffins weren't going to burn in the over.

Tag: Bellatrix Druella Lestrange
Words: 773
Notes: <3
Outfit: Suck on this, bitch!

A foot came in the doorway faster than Dorcas had expect and she knew that her gut feeling had been right. This was going to be a shite evening. She looked into the killer eyes of a psychopath and grabbed out her wand, not caring if the witch was here to fight, talk, or bake some fucking cookies because no matter what Bellatrix's reasoning for being at her home, Dorcas knew there would always be something more sinister to her presence. Plus the witch deserved a good slash across that handsome face of hers. Dorcas didn't want to fail on delivering what was so rightly deserved and she had good reason too, the witch was technically trespassing. Oh, and the assault. There was that too.

Oh shiiiiiiiiii-

A blast came and Dorcas was thrown back against the back wall of her entry. It wasn't a massive space and so the impact was hard. Dorcas' hand was flung away from her wand which fell out onto the floor while her head hit the clock that had displayed the wrong time for over a week. She was planning on getting around to fixing it at some point. Or more likely her mum, Geralina, or Ader would get around to fixing it for her, whoever noticed first. Dorcas wasn't bothered. The thing was more decorative and right now there was the possibility that she might not live so it was fine that she'd never wasted her time on some stupid clock that was only giving her a literal headache right now. "Oh come on..." She groaned, pushing herself up off the floor she'd landed on. Feathers from the cushions slowly floated through the air and there were different sized splinters of wood from her bench just scattered across the floor.

Dorcas rolled across the small space to her right, grabbing up her wand that she'd lost from the blast. She'd always figured something like this might happen some day. Admittedly she didn't think it was a strong possibility but it was one she'd thought over a few times and there was usually one conclusion - there wasn't much Dorcas could do. Ultimately this was going to look bad if it had to become anything official, if she could just handle it and get rid of the psychopathic moron then no one would have to know. Not unless Bellatrix felt the need to blab for whatever reason. "Sure. Sugar's in the kitchen." Dorcas didn't take her eyes of the witch in her entry and she had her wand at the ready. Dorcas was very fond of her home, she'd actually put some effort into this one and she wanted to keep it for the next few years at least, but with Bellatrix here and knowing about it, Dorcas figured she'd be lucky if the place was left standing by the end of their encounter.

Tag: Bellatrix Druella Lestrange
Words: 479
Notes: <3
Outfit: Suck on this, bitch!

From first year of Hogwarts Dorcas had known that nothing good could ever come of being in the same year as Bellatrix Black. The girl was a cow and popular among the circles that condemned Dorcas for her blood-traitor status. Being in a house of extreme tits wasn't exactly easy going, but it had built resilience and strength of character in Dorcas. Also a mean right hook. And left hook. And kick to the groin for entitled dickheads. There wasn't a whole lot to love about Hogwarts when you were constantly surrounded by a bunch of twits, but Dorcas had still managed to find a few things there that were good, some fond memories to keep hold of. She had Tersha, Paris, Geralina and few others that she hung out with that were easy going and didn't mind that she was a Slytherin. Probably because Paris was her cousin, Geralina was a softy, and Tersha was a loud mouth bitch that took shit from no one. They were a mix of houses but good friends and the highlight of Dorcas' time at Hogwarts. Bellatrix was not. Dorcas always thought she was a bit of a psycho bitch but in recent years she'd really been proving that, making herself known for being completely barmy. Dorcas had kept her distance though, she'd been screwing around with Rodolphus since her fifth year and had continued to do so even once her was engaged and married. In Dorcas' mind Bellatrix was just as much the 'other woman' as she was, but she'd never admit that.

Dorcas raised her wand with a swish, followed by another swish as she deflected Bellatrix's spell, sending it flying towards the bottom of the stairs, blasting the second and third steps to pieces and damaging the surrounding stirs, and then her knife which flew across the space between them in the opposite direction of the spell and embedding in her wall. "Well if you're not going to ask nicely, you're going to have to settle for my foot up your arse instead." Dorcas sorely wanted to blast the witch back through the front door, but instead sent a barrage of items from the floor into Bellatrix's direction, while heading to the dining room, knowing the witch would be able to block them but buying herself some time to get into a vantage position to attempt to try and take the bitch down without resorting to drastic measures. As much as Dorcas wanted to knock some serious sense into the crazy bitch, she was well aware that anything that might give cause for some kind of investigation, was going to reflect poorly upon herself to the point she may end up losing her job or worse, people finding out about her thing with Rodolphus. Relationship. Whatever.

Tag: Bellatrix Druella Lestrange
Words: 466
Notes: <3
Outfit: Suck on this, bitch!