Tell Me No Lies

Oh fuck off. Dorcas kicked Roddy in the leg to get the irritating bird that was pecking at the window. Instead of getting out of bed he shouted for a house elf who got to it. Whoever it was they let the raven in, and delivered the note attached to its leg to Roddy. Dorcas turned her face away from Roddy without opening her eyes. She just wanted whatever was going to fuck off so she could get some more rest.

There was a shifting on the bed, the sound of the raven flying off and the window shutting. Through closed eyes Dorcas could see that the room was a little lighter. She was just waiting for Roddy to be done with whatever business he had to attend to when he started laughing. "Oooooh someone's in troooooouble." He taunted, to which Dorcas turned her head to face him, only one eye opening while the other squeezed against the light, "Wha'?" She asked dumbly before her husband dropped the parchment on her face and laid down, chuckling to himself like a childish school brat laughing at someone that had been called to the Headmaster's office.

Dorcas pulled the parchment off of her face and read it. "He just wants an early morning shag." She said, sitting up and pushing the blankets off. "He gets the hardest morning wood." She said as she got out of bed. She walked into the ensuite to freshen up, do her teeth and throw her hair up in a ponytail. She walked back to the bedroom where Roddy was snoring once more, and grabbed her clothes, getting dressed in a flash before heading out. From reading the message to getting out of the house, it was about five minutes, most of that time was making her way through the ridiculously large house. Once she was out she was off to the Dark Lord's lair, figuring some little snitch had snitched their snitchiest tales of her to Voldemort. Well whatever. She was prepared for this to happen.

She made her way through the house having passed the protective enchantments thanks to her dark mark. She knocked on the door of the study and waited to be called in. She was a skilled occlumens, although people probably wouldn't think it when looking at her, Dorcas was skilled at a lot of things that people wouldn't expect of her, she just had to hope that Dumbledore was right and that Voldemort's arrogance would prevent him from ever seeing her as a threat.

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The door to Voldemort's study opened and Dorcas made her way inside. She carried herself with ease and confidence through the threshold, the door closing itself behind her after her entry. Lord Voldemort was sat in his chair behind his desk looking - well, lord-like. Dorcas bowed respectfully and then straightened herself, "Good morning, Dark Lord." She'd been around plenty of dark wizards in her time but the world seemed to fear this one the most at the moment, and the Ministry no longer listed him as someone to capture. He was no longer considered a threat by those in charge, but Dorcas was well aware that that was because those in charge were under Lord Voldemort's thumb. "It's a pleasure to be summoned before you today." She said, a soft smile gracing her lips as though she were genuinely pleased to be there, "How may I be of service to you, my lord?" From what she'd seen, not a whole lot of people actually spoke to Voldemort, they waited to be spoken to but those people all seemed to be lacking smarts, or perhaps she was the one lacking smarts right now, but there was only one way to find out seeing as this was her first private summoning with Lord Voldemort himself.

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Arrogance was somewhat of a downfall for most people, but Dorcas felt that her own was an asset, especially in her line of work and whatever the hell this was. A hobby, maybe? Roddy's school-like mocking sounded in her ear but Dorcas doubted the trouble. She always had a way of getting herself out of situations and this, with Lord Voldemort, would not be a problem. Voldemort was making his way around his desk and Dorcas' eyes followed him, unperturbed by his decision to move. She'd seen this sort of thing before, these sorts of power moves were useless on her given her line of work. "Yes, my lord. I saw the aftermath. Quite a masterpiece. It had many of his signature touches." She smiled, looking somewhat proud, although was that for Roddy's handiwork? Fuck no. He was a monster. A tall, troll-looking monster whose face she'd sit on later. So where was the pride from? Well she kept Roddy in her mind, his dark, callous eyes staring down at her in that lustful hunger he often got but that pride was certainly allusive.

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"He's an impressive man." Dorcas responded to the Dark Lord without missing a beat. Roddy was very impressive, in a lot of ways, and Dorcas knew that Lord Voldemort was well aware of that. Many people were impressed by Roddy for a multitude of different reasons. Unlike the rest of Voldemort's followers that she'd seen practically cowering before him, Dorcas wasn't the sort to cower, she simply had too much confidence to do so and being in the presence of Lord Voldemort just instilled in her that he was just a man. A dangerous man, but a man nonetheless. Dangerously hot. What? Shh.

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Dorcas stood confident in her silence. There raven appeared in the room but Dorcas gave it no attention, keeping her gaze fixed on the Dark Lord who was no doubt attempting to prowl her mind. He could prowl away all he liked, Dorcas would only let him see what she wanted him to see. Little snippets of the house, visions of the deceased. That was the easy part, the more challenging part for any occlumens was concealing the emotions. Luckily Dorcas didn't think all that much about emotions and was able to shut off all emotions with regards to what she'd seen and instead, layer over how she'd felt from another moment in time. Dumbledore had taught her how to disguise her emotions well. To have no emotions at all was just as much of a give away as the ones she'd had at the time, so she took a happier memory, nothing too strong, but one that fit the occasion as a psychopath, and added that to her memory, the way those muggle sitcoms added laugh tracks. "Yes, it is unfortunate that I do not have Rodolphus's schedule. If I had been informed of his afternoon activities then perhaps I could have avoided the area all together. C'est la vie." The prang of 'Mrs Lestrange' was a hard one to ignore but she'd make sure Roddy suffered for that one later. She'd leave him tied up on the roof during the next thunderstorm, or maybe clamp his balls so they'd never work again. She had so many options to consider later.

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Outfit: Cutie in black. Minus the handbag. Who even needs a hangbag when visiting the great Lord Smoldermort!

This was not an ideal position to be in but it was somewhat expected. The Dark Lord was suspicious of her and she'd not been able to keep her head down and just let others handle a situation they may not have been all that informed about. She'd managed to get a head start on clearing the house, something time could have been wasted on had she just waited and watched. "The morgue of St Mungo's I presume, my Lord. I didn't stick around the hospital after I tied up the loose end." The loose end had certainly been tied up, however not exactly in the way she was insinuating. The Order had taken over care of the boy although all accounts would suggest that he was deceased.

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Outfit: Cutie in black. Minus the handbag. Who even needs a hangbag when visiting the great Lord Smoldermort!

Becoming a Death Eater came with a lot of warnings, all of which revolved around punishments, most of which included death and torture, so Dorcas had known what she was getting herself in for when she'd received her dark mark. There was a lot of bowing, a load of arse-kissing and a man that thought himself the dragon's bollocks and while Dorcas had agreed to do his bidding, make him a priority, he really seemed like Aurora having a tantrum when she didn't get her own way. Admittedly Voldemort was threatening her family and that may or may not have touched a slight nerve, but Dorcas refused to let anything show, "With all due respect, my Lord, that's dragon shit." Well she was in it now so there was no point in stopping. although she did have to be at least a little careful with her choice of words, throwing around 'fucks' freely probably wasn't the correct way to go, "My role at the ministry is far more of an asset to you than not right now, and until Dolohov takes a proper stand, I need to do my job. Had I been in the area and done nothing at all and someone found out - which I'm certain they would have - I'd have lost my position and we'd lose intel that only I have access to. Until we have someone as head of the Magical Law Enforcement in your pocket, there's nothing I can do but ensure I keep my job." Dorcas felt as though there was little she could do to prevent a good little torture session, "Again, with all due respect, my Lord." she bowed, "You will always have my perpetual allegiance." Because this wasn't a back and forth between mates, he was technically her superior and she had to behave at least a little, including what little arse-kissing was possible

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Outfit: Cutie in black. Minus the handbag. Who even needs a hangbag when visiting the great Lord Smoldermort!