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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 30, 2021 18:04:54 GMT
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Dorian was still somewhat uneasy with the idea of working with Albus Dumbledore behind the Ministry’s back. He knew it was the right thing to do, as Albus had said, but never in a million years would he have imagined he would be part of a vigilante group. Initially, upon Dorian’s introduction to the group, he assumed it was a rather small organization. He had met only a handful of other “Order Members”, some of whom he recognized but had very little relationship with. Dorian realized now that Albus had been testing the waters with him, and after apparently determining that he was indeed trustworthy, Dorian’s understanding of the magnitude of the Order of the Phoenix was rectified. He was shocked and yet not all that surprised to find some of his own coworkers were associated with the Order. How Dorcas managed to keep her lips tight after all these years of quasi-friendship was, in fact, the real shocker, and yet he was aghast to find out he’d been listed as an emergency contact on her Ministry paperwork. The nerve of her.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 3, 2021 23:55:43 GMT
"I don't want to wear it!" Dorcas growled groggily at the orderly, attempting to throw the gown in his face but it didn't even reach the end of the bed. Dorcas groaned, the potion she'd taken to reduce the pain was making her a little drowsy, or perhaps it was all the blood she'd lost. Whatever it was, she had been pumped full of potions that were supposed to be doing all manner of things from replenishing her blood to stopping her pain. Dorcas was fairly certain that she hadn't taken a sleeping potion because otherwise she'd be ...
Dorcas woke up feeling much like she had the last time she'd woken up. Her head was a little spacey and she felt as though she'd missed a large portion of time. She had no idea what time it was but she laid there for a moment in her private room, listening to the sounds coming from outside of her door. The curtains were drawn across the window into the room and the room door was shut, but there was still enough sound that Dorcas knew that it was daytime. Hospitals weren't this busy in the middle of the night. How long had she been out for?
Eventually Dorcas sat herself up in bed. She was feeling better, although she suspected the blood replenishing potion was to thank for that. She looked down and saw that she was in one of the horrible, itchy gowns that the hospital staff always insisted that she wear, but there was nothing that was going to keep the bloody thing on Dorcas. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, Dorcas pulled the hospital gown off and made her way to the ensuite. She relieved herself and showered, noticing the gashes over her left arm. They looked deep and raw but at least they weren't bleeding or scabbed over, the skin had been fixed but it didn't look too pretty. Dorcas didn't care too much. She looked down to where the pole had been sticking through her abdomen. There seemed to be no trace of it at all. She ran her fingers gently over the spot and there was nothing. Not even a bump. Dorcas looked back to her arm, a slow realisation washing over her that the werewolf scratch was going to be a permanent reminder of last night. She sighed, recalling the werewolf had also torn its claws across her back. Well, shit.
Dorcas dried off and wrapped herself up in the towels. She took a peek in the bathroom mirror at her back, and sure enough, over her right shoulder blade, leading diagonally down to the left, was a broken scratch mark left by her werewolf pal. Dorcas looked at it for a bit. It wasn't as dark looking as her arm, but it was certainly noticeable. Well, shit again.
Dorcas left the bathroom and started looking around the room. There cupboards were either empty of full of medical supplies like bandages. She could see that the chairs were empty and there were no signs of any bags anywhere, so what happened to her clothes? Dorcas recalled she'd been topless arriving at the ministry, and that the break in the claw marks on her back were probably from where her bra had been. Her trousers were probably muddied and covered in her own blood, so there was no chance of finding those so she had only one option, "Can I get some damned clothes?" She yelled, walking out of her room, wrapped only in the white towel from her shower and another towel wrapped around her hair, sitting on the top of her head.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Feb 4, 2021 4:40:36 GMT
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“Not too hurt to be causing a commotion, I see.” Dorian had only been a few doors away from his intended destination when a toweled Dorcas emerged from her hospital room and began demanding clothes. He closed the distance between them, evaluating her. Her arm looked mangled and the sight of it set Dorian’s jaw tense. He recognized the scars easily enough, they were unmistakable. “I’ll ring Rodolphus and have him bring you something when he comes.” Dorian knew from previous experiences at hospital with Dorcas that she was unlikely to put on the hospital dressing gown.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 4, 2021 11:51:49 GMT
Dorcas was a little surprised to see Dorian standing in the hallway of the hospital, she wondered how long he'd been there but judging by the looks of it, not long. He seemed to be heading for her room, and as she recalled, he was her emergency contact, so it made sense that he was here, although she would have liked a heads up, not that anything was easy or convenient around these parts. "Damn arses took my clothes." she complained, although Dorian knew what it was like in Hospital all too well. As he mentioned getting into contact with Roddy, Dorcas shook her head, "Not a good idea." She said, "There's a reason you're my emergency contact and not him." And not Tersha, or Geralina, or her parents. "I have a bag at the ministry in my cabinet. Message Titt Devereaux to bring it." She suggested. The last thing she needed was Roddy coming in, she figured her grand entrance last night would have been big news around the Ministry, so without a doubt Rabby would hear about it and pass on the news to Rodolphus at some stage, she just hoped the Minister didn't stick his bloody nose into the situation. Dorcas wasn't sure how close the Dolohov's were to Roddy's family, but with the Lestrange's like royalty and Dorcas unfortunately married in to that, she knew it would only be a matter of time before Roddy found out. Dorcas, for once, kept her fingers crossed that he was off on a mission for Voldemort and thus, currently unavailable.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Feb 9, 2021 5:00:29 GMT
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“There's a reason you're my emergency contact and not him.” Yet she didn’t elaborate and having known Dorcas well enough for the last several years, Dorian knew he didn’t want to ask. Her relationship with her husband was bizarre and not something Dorian would ever dare to claim he understood. In fact, despite Dorcas being considered a friend, Dorian understood very little about how she worked. He could predict her behavior well enough, but actually why she behaved the way she did was simply baffling. He had found it easier to just not question it. “I’m sure he’s figured out something was wrong when you didn’t come home last night, but if you’d rather, I can have someone from the Ministry bring over your work bag.” He wasn’t going to pull an agent off an assignment just to deliver a duffle full of clothing (Merlin, please let it only be full of clothing) but he also wasn’t going to sit around chatting up Dorcas in a towel. A secretary or intern could manage the job well enough. “You’ll need to stop shouting, though.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 25, 2021 8:17:12 GMT
Dorcas chuckled. She very much doubted that Rodolphus missed her presence last night. She never told him of her work schedule because it could get pretty crazy sometimes, and he knew that if she was off on a mission then there was a chance she wouldn't be back for a day or two, sometimes more, and she wasn't one for keeping in contact, not with her husband at least. "Devereaux will do." She insisted, "It's not like anyone lets him have any real cases anyway." She shrugged and felt the towel loosen. She started stuffing it together again to keep it tight and up although if it came down it wouldn't exactly be the worst thing in the world. "I don't shout," She glared, "I merely enunciate with perfect clarity." She held her head high, "But if it bothers you so much, I suppose we could go back to my room, have a little privacy." She winked. Dorcas turned around, her towel covered the scars on the lower and mid parts of her back, but her upper right shoulder blade showed more of the same marks as those she had on her left arm. Red, fresh, swollen and looking as though they would never heal. Dorcas headed back to her room which wasn't far away at all, and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Mar 5, 2021 5:13:41 GMT
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Dorian liked Christopher Devereaux. He was a hard worker and didn’t often get caught up in social dramas like present company was known to do. He reminded Dorian a bit of himself when he was younger, and based on the way Dorcas continually flirted with Dorian, the older Auror did not see where the disconnect was between Devereaux and Meadowes. At least on her end. He very much understood why the younger man would be wary of getting involved with Dorcas; she was…difficult.
He allowed Dorcas her little moment of superiority before she turned and headed back into her hospital room, giving Dorian another view of the aftermath of her accident. Dorian sucked on his teeth, jaw tense, then turned and headed back to the matron’s station he had passed only a few doors away. After a brief explanation, the witch seated at the desk allowed Dorian to send a message to the Ministry asking for one of the secretaries to fetch Dorcas’ duffle bag and bring it down to St Mungo’s at their earliest convenience. Having held up his half of the bargain, Dorian returned to Dorcas’ hospital room and pushed the door shut behind him. “The healer said you were pretty banged up. ‘Lucky to be alive’ was the phrase he used. What on earth happened?”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Mar 7, 2021 3:40:31 GMT
Dorcas slumped over a little, taking a moment to rest. Keeping herself upright was an effort but she was too stubborn to let anyone see her as weak. Last night had been an absolute shitshow and she still hadn't talked to a healer about the injuries she'd sustained. She had no idea what was going on. Dorcas knew well enough that werewolf scratches couldn't be healed completely, but she didn't mind so much, they were just physical signs of a battle she had survived, although she was probably going to get her arse handed to her when she was next at work again. She could already hear the ranting and raving that she shouldn't have been going off alone, into the woods, during a full moon.
Dorcas heard footsteps drawing closer and she sat herself upright, tightening her towel. Dorian walked in and shut the door behind him, Dorcas didn't like that very much, he wasn't itching to get away from her presence and that just wasn't normal. "They're exaggerating, don't listen to them." She rolled her eyes, "It was just a few scratches, nothing major." Scratches on her arm, scratches across her back, scrapes and bruises from falling and stumbling all over the place, a slight rod of some kind impaling her. Honestly, she just wanted her clothes and to head off somewhere relaxing for the weekend. A little country cottage would just be lovely right now, or maybe she could crash at Tersha's for a bit, that crazy bitch wouldn't mind the company, Dorcas figured.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Apr 12, 2021 22:22:34 GMT
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Nothing major?! Dorian was nearly always at some level of annoyance with Dorcas but her blasé response to nearly dying was infuriating. "Scratches don't put you in a hospital bed, Dorcas, not minor ones. What were you doing with a werewolf by yourself? It's not procedure." She needn't admit that her injuries came from a werewolf, Dorian had seen enough of the scars to know them on sight. What he didn't know is where she had been, and what she had been doing. Nor which werewolf had done this to her. Dorian had been sitting Tristan last night and he hadn't seen his brother yet today, instead taking both children to Emily and Andre so that he could run up to hospital after being rung. The Meadowes didn't ask many questions and Dorian knew better than to gob off about St Mungo's calling after their daughter before he knew anything factual. No sense in worrying them when Dorcas probably wouldn't even bother telling them she'd been in hospital at all.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on May 5, 2021 3:45:10 GMT
Dorcas never let on what she was feeling if she felt as though it made her look weak. She'd been told time and time again that needing help was not a weakness and yet there was no way she could see it any other way. Was she scared of appearing weak? No, not at all, she applauded those that seemed to be able to admit when they were in need of help, she was always there to lend a helping hand, but when it came to herself she was unable to let anyone else be involved. Was it a control thing? She didn't think so, but maybe it was. "I wasn't after a werewolf, that just so happened to be an unforeseen complication." Dorcas shrugged her shoulders. Not everything could be predicted and this was just one of those things. It was no big deal, not now at least. Last night it had been when she was one the floor of the ministry, bleeding out beside an unconscious healer, but today? She was fine, no biggy.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on May 9, 2021 20:03:59 GMT
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An unforeseen complication. Dorian understood those far too well but it made him no less annoyed with Dorcas’ cavalier attitude. He wanted to scold her for acting like a child but he restrained himself, or perhaps it was the knock on the door behind him that forced his hand. Dorian turned and pulled the door open, coming face to face with one of the women that worked the welcome desk at the Ministry. She offered a quizzical look at Dorian as she passed him the duffel bag that belonged to Dorcas. He thanked her and shut the door again.
Crossing the room and setting the bag on the bed beside Dorcas, Dorian’s expression stiffened again. He could go to the office and do a little snooping to determine where she had been and what she’d been up to - if she was doing anything at all for the Ministry. He was extremely skeptical that if her outing had been at Albus Dumbledore’s request, he would be able to ascertain any details whatsoever. The Order had a lot of cauldrons in the fire and Dorian was smart enough to know he was privy to very little details of their goings on. Of course, he could always just wait and hope that Julian would come to pick up Tristan as he usually did after a full moon but that would be hours still, as Jules needed time to cooperate from the change without little Tristan becoming concerned or neglected. Still, he knew there was no love lost between his half brother and his colleague, and while Dorcas was unaware of Julian’s circumstances, he couldn’t trust his brother to keep his wits about him during a full moon. If the pair had crossed paths somehow... Julian was just one of many werewolves in the world so the odds of this being the case were slim. Slim but not impossible. “I’ll let you change.”
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on May 9, 2021 20:07:17 GMT
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Painted fingernails scratched absentmindedly at the invisible scars on her neck, drawing little red lines on her otherwise pale skin. Dora chewed her lip as she tapped her heel impatiently on the floor beneath her desk, waiting for nothing in particular except a need that would be hours from being fulfilled at least. There was filing to be sorted and memos to be copied and sent out but none of it was distraction enough from the urge within that said she should apparate to Hunter’s home and bang on the door until he gave her the sweet relief she desired. Dora was aware, at times, that he was growing weary of her and she had even considered finding another vampire to satisfy her needs but it wasn’t as if she could simply ask around for a referral. Her relationship with Hunter was taboo and not even something she had shared with Fin, which was practically killing her. Keeping secrets from her bestie was difficult but the way Hunter made her feel was unlike anything she had experienced in her still short life and she couldn’t risk exposing that and losing everything; her friends, her job, Pansy. The dull sensation on her neck turned sharp and as Dora pulled her hand away she saw a fleck of blood on the pad of her finger. She sucked the liquid from her finger, imagining what Hunter would think of her in the moment. So absorbed in her internal fantasy, it took several moments before she realized her name was being called.
Dora snapped from her thoughts, pulling her finger from her lips swiftly and brushing her long black hair in front of her shoulder to cover the scratches her nails had made over Hunter’s scars. She nodded as the older woman gave her instructions and shoved a duffel bag into her hands. Agent Meadowes, St Mungo’s, Creature Induced Injuries Ward. At least this would keep her occupied for a while. She had met Dorcas Meadowes a handful of times and she liked the witch. They could chat and maybe Dora would get a chance to chat up her wealthy husband Rodolphus Lestrange and get an invite to meet some of their single, wealthy friends. None of her plans came to fruition, however, when a man who was certainly not Mr Lestrange and definitely not a healer opened Agent Meadowes’ door and took the duffel bag with a polite thank you. We’re Agents Meadowes and Humbert having an affair?! Why was he here and not the witch’s husband? Oh, this would make for some good gossip back at the office!
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on May 9, 2021 23:20:51 GMT
Dorian was tight lipped as a knock at the door signalled someone's arrival. The healers usually just burst forth into the room like they owned the place, so Dorcas knew it wasn't one of those, and so as Dorian crossed to the door, she hoped it was Kit with her duffel bag. Dorian had a brief, snobby exchange with someone at the door which told Dorcas that it certainly was not Kit, and before Dorcas could ask who it was, Dorian had shut the door and dropped the bag on the bed beside her, insisting on letting her change Dorcas merely looked from her bag up to Dorian, concerned with who had handled her bag. "Who was that?" She asked, not shifting from her spot on the bed as she stared daggers at Dorian, biting her tongue, hoping Kit had dropped it to an Order hospital employee who had brought it straight to her.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on May 10, 2021 0:13:38 GMT
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"One of the secretaries. Parkinson, I believe is her name."
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on May 10, 2021 2:32:26 GMT
"Sure, that makes sense." Dorcas paused as she slid off the bed. "Despite me specifically telling you to have Devereaux bring me my bag, you had a secretary deliver it." Dorcas pulled the towel off her head and dropped it on the bed, reeling in her emotions. Was she pissed that Dorian had allowed a secretary to handle her go bag? Abso-fucking-lutely. Was she going to let on? Well she probably already had a little, but she was trying not to but her energy was already wearing out. "I know Devereaux's useless, but he's not that useless, he knows how to handle a bag." Dorcas unzipped her bag, "Do me a favour and track down my wand. The last place I recall having it was the ministry" She needed to delve deeper into her bag and that wasn't possible without her wand.
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