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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 28, 2019 14:07:30 GMT
It was another shit day, burying a friend, but Dorcas had work to be getting on with. She was in a bit of a shit mood and not really up from Perkins grabbing her arse but the giant dick tried it on with her anyway and wound up with a broken finger after she grabbed his hand and snapped his middle finger back. Dorcas wasn't a fan of dickheads like him trying to "cheer her up" or telling her to "smile more". The last bloke that had told her to smile more had got a punch in the nose from her, on the positive side of things, he had made her smile after that as blood poured uncontrollably from his face. Well deserved. Just as well deserved as Perkins' new broken finger.
The halls were just as busy as they always were and Dorcas stopped off at her desk in her office. She'd refused to continue to share a space with a bunch of sexist dogs and things had been approved pretty fast, though possibly only to save the department from more of her aggression. She'd not held back over the years and despite Dorian frequently informing her she wasn't handling situations in a suitable or appropriate manner but he didn't have to bloody worry, did he? Perkins wasn't going to try and grab his arse.
Rummaging through her things she found the files she needed to take over to the trainees. A couple of basic cases from back along that she'd solved. They were a bit of a bore and easily solved but the little baby Aurors all had to start somewhere in their first year of training. Once they were good enough they'd move on to the tougher cases and eventually get out into the field themselves with a trained Auror keeping an eye on them, that was if they made it that far. Auror training was well known for being tough and only one in every ten recruits even made it through and became an Auror. There were a lot of weak individuals but they'd be stamped out eventually.
Heading towards the training end of the ministry Dorcas took her time. She was still in the dress and heels she'd worn to the funeral although she'd left the coat she'd been wearing in her office. There were too many people glancing her way but she was completely willing and prepared to break more fingers if she had to.
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[googlefont="Comfortaa"] Today was a day like any other for Antonin, work, work and work, he had showed up to work dressed properly, but hungover from last night. He'd been out with a friend of his, and that's all that his parent's knew, he didn't tell them with who and where he actually had been. Antonin wore a white shirt with a dark blue jacket over it and black pants, today he hadn't bothered to wear a tie around his neck. Antonin didn't really have much to do as of yet, he knew his father was thinking of something, but he wouldn't tell him not that Antonin expected he would.
Antonin made his way out of his office, and as expected he got some disapproving looks from some of the ministry official's. It was obvious to Antonin, they disapproved of his being chosen as the Undersecretary, they thought it was just because he was the Minister's son, that he got the position of Undersecretary to the Minister. They thought he didn't have to do much work to get where he was now, he knew they thought he was just a spoiled rich kid who got what he wanted. But Antonin knew he had worked hard to get where he was today, and that if his father thought Antonin was incompetant, he would not have even considered giving him that position. Antonin kept his calm, just gave them a polite nod and went on his way.
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Antonin saw a particular blonde make her way towards the training area, she didn't look very pleased. She looked almost angry, and Antonin liked when she was angry. The blond that had his attention wore a black dress and heels, like she had been to a funeral, she still managed to look hot. There were many other men who were looking her way, and Antonin raised a brow, he smirked thinking of doing something rather than just stare. Antonin went up behind her, taking hold of her arm, he did expect her to snap at him, so he was prepared. [newclass=.taglia]background-image:url(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSdJ9QlLM1X8LjxT7lvV0Se4Dx7UMXg0RoXtcLojLoXiUPA0wuM);padding-top:200px;position:relative;width:350px;height:0px;font-family:comfortaa;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 10%, 100% 100%, 0 100%, 0 10%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 10%, 100% 100%, 0 100%, 0 10%);[/newclass] [newclass=.taglia:hover]height:200px;padding-top:0px;transition:1s;-webkit-transition:1s;-moz-transition:1s;[/newclass] [googlefont="Comfortaa"]
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 5, 2019 11:35:55 GMT
Dorcas' mind was in another place altogether. She wasn't away with the fairies, fantasising about things outside of the realm of possibility, she was more thinking about how she was going to break the bones of the people that were watching her pass by. People passing judgement on her was not new and she was not afraid to deal with people should they go a little too far in judging. As a hand grabbed her arm Dorcas twisted to face whoever had hold of her, her free hand pushing forward, aiming upward as it flung through the air towards the face she was now glaring at. She was not in the mood for being grabbed. It could have been the minister himself because no one grabbed her and with her fist flying through the air she realised it wasn't the Minister that was grabbing her (and why would he apart from the fact she had a smashing good arse) but it was as close as she could get without it being the man himself. Too late to stop it, Dorcas' fist was headed straight for Antonin's face and part of her hoped he'd duck or dodge but a larger part of her hoped it connected with that beautiful face of his, leaving a decent mark as a reminder not to grab her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2019 7:03:03 GMT
Antonin knew Dorcas could be in one of her moods, she didn't like people watching her and passing judgement on her, not that Antonin could blame her for that. Antonin for one enjoyed getting her angry, not that he would admit it to her face that he did, but he liked to get under her skin from time to time. As he grabbed her by the arm, the woman turned to face him, he could see her free hand pushing up through the air, she was also glaring at him. Antonin was prepared for this, he had expected she would react in some way or the other, and right now she was glaring at him and in the middle of punching him in the face. For all you know it could have been his father instead of him, who had grabbed the young woman, Dorcas was an attractive woman, and Antonin knew his father would give her attention if he wanted to, but she was a blood-traitor, which changed things for Wilbur, that was just Antonin's opinion. At the moment Dorcas's fist was heading straight for Antonin's face, and he didn't want or need an injury, and so his own free hand came into action, grabbing her fist to avoid it hitting his face, he released her arm, " My my, aren't we in one of our sour moods" he chuckled. Dorcas Amilie Meadowes |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 8, 2019 11:58:16 GMT
Dorcas was disappointed that Antonin caught her punch. What a dick. He could have at least let her get one hit in, although she was petite, just falling short of five foot two, she had a bony fist that hurt and a decent amount of muscle to really make it hurt. She hadn't played the Beater position on the Slytherin Quidditch team for no reason. She was an aggressive arse and she could pack a wallop when she wanted. Right now she kind of wanted to punch Antonin on the face but he saw her actions coming and it pissed her off that he knew well enough to grab her arm. She spent time avoiding getting to know people and the ones that knew her best were complete and utter nobs. "And aren't you just a giant dick - as usual." She pointed out after he'd freed her arm back to her. "So just what the hell are you up to?" She asked, somewhat aggressively. There probably weren't a lot of people willing to use that kind of tone when talking to a Dolohov in this place at the moment, but there was nothing about either Antonin or his father that scared her. "Stalking me?" She asked, tilting her head, a little glare in his direction. If he thought he could just grab at her and drag her into the nearest supply closet then he could go screw himself today.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2019 19:25:19 GMT
Antonin smirked, noticing the disappointed look on her features, she really had intended on punching him in the face. He knew she could pack a good punch, her fist was rather bony along with a decent amount of muscle, which could hurt, Antonin could just as easily twist her wrist, which he still held in his hand, but he wouldn't do that. He let go off her hand, letting it fall back at her side. She could be aggressive, or well was aggressive most of the times, not that Antonin really minded. Antonin had known Dorcas since they were both in school, they were in the same year and same house, and had been alone in abandoned classrooms, often at the time, and so he knew her well enough to know what to do when. Antonin chuckled at her comment, "Well, thanks for the compliment, love" he knew it wasn't meant to be a compliment, but he could always take it as one, right now it was just to get on her nerves a little more. "What do you mean by what the hell am I up to?" he asked, getting a little annoyed with her being aggressive. Antonin wasn't surprised by Dorcas using that tone with him, she used it with almost everyone, and he, a Dolohov was still was no exception to that. She was one of the few people who could get away with talking to him like that, even if she was unaware of that fact. Antonin almost choked on laughter at what she said next, "Me? Stalking you? I have better things to do than stock you, Dorcas" he shook his head, "I can go anywhere I want, I'm the Undersecretary, and I'm not here to stock you, I wanted to see their progress, if there is any at all" he pointed in the direction of the training quarter of the ministry. |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 18, 2019 8:07:16 GMT
"You are a giant dick, not that you have a giant dick." She stated, putting a stop to his attempt to manipulate her words into some kind of a compliment, and to make sure he didn't try again in some other way she added on; "Your dick is surprisingly average," She told him, "By my standards at least." She hoped it would be at least a little blow to his ego, even if he acted as though it didn't bother him at all. She usually didn't mind a little playful banter or some arrogance, but today was different, having said farewell to another life she wasn't in the mood to piss-arse around and that was exactly what Antonin was doing. The guy deserved a swift kick to the nuts.
Antonin became more of an insufferable twit and Dorcas rolled her eyes with an audible groan as he claimed not to be stalking her. Like hell. He'd probably been in the area, hoping for a quickie and then spotted her leaving. He probably wanted to jump her, drag her into a cupboard and go to town for the next half an hour before either of them was noticed as missing. Well Dorcas wasn't going to play like that today, today she was a bitch with a bite. "Agent Humbert," She said, coming to a stand still, "Is doing a bang up job of those recruits." She snapped. If he wasn't careful she was going to turn her wand on him to cut him down to size.
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