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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 14, 2018 0:42:41 GMT
It wasn't really much of something that you could enjoy. This was basically a private wake for those that couldn't show up to the real one. You couldn't associate with one another outside of the Order unless you had reason to. The organisation was secret but of course the Death Eaters knew of them and a few in the ministry were piecing bits and pieces together. Dorcas had suspicions that Dorian was on to the Order but he wasn't the sort to join the Order himself. He was proper, straight laced and by the book and Dorcas kind of wanted to keep him that way. If he was focused on his career and Ariel then he'd be less likely of ending up dead. He already had a fair few people after him. His own parents had been targeted because of him, as well as his girlfriend. He'd also lost his brother-in-law and half-sister but Dorcas wasn't sure if they were specifically targeted because if him or if it was just because they'd been caught up in the attacks. At any rate Ariel had survived that horrid night. She'd been taken from her mothers womb before River had died, but River had never got to hold her baby girl or even look at her. In this life time River had no idea that she was mother to a perfect little girl.
Dorcas turned her head to look at Dumbledore, a little smirk appearing on her lips. He only asked her to talk when he had a devious little plan. They caught up every now and then but those meetings were usually because she had news based on Rodolphus' behaviours. The last time was only a couple of nights ago when he'd come to her, she knew he'd been up to something deplorable because he'd made it a habit. Murder got him excited in ways nothing else could and he'd go and go until he exhausted himself. He always slept heavily after nights like that. So far over the course of twelve sodding years he'd not noticed her up and gone from her bed. She was never gone long, just long enough to send her patronus to Albus and then they'd arrange a time to talk. He did his little digging, she did hers and they found out before it was released to the press just who exactly had been Rodolphus' latest victims. Thankfully it never took long. Nights like that the ministry started buzzing in the Auror department and Dorcas could get in and out without any suspicions and be back home before Rodolphus so much as turned to look for her in his sleep.
She followed Albus through the room and out in to the hallway. She had a glass of wine still which was rather disappointing. She was on her first and really it felt like she'd be needing at least another three if Albus was taking her aside. There was no telling what he'd ask of her but she kept her hopes up that perhaps it'd just be something mundane like 'Could you pick up my dry cleaning? There's a wonderful little place around the corner form the Ministry and I can't get there to pick it up tomorrow.' Honestly, that sort of request would not be entirely unexpected but Dorcas had a heavy fleeing in her stomach tat he was after more than just a little chat about his dry cleaning. Maybe he'd also found a new muggle sweet he rather liked. Dorcas was partial to the little space ships. Sort of a sweet paper flying saucer with sherbet in the middle. Yum! Albus seemed to favour harder sweets though. But again this probably wasn't all that likely but it wouldn't be unexpected. Albus was full of whimsy and entirely unpredictable.
Dorcas entered their little room and paid no attention to the room coming to life in their presence. She made her way to the armchair she always sat in and eased into the seat, figuring she may as well get comfortable while she had the time. "Well there is a Chippendale show in Leeds I'm missing in order to be here." There was no such show, Dorcas rarely had plans beyond work and tonight, If Rodolphus decided to show up to her place, he'd probably just assume she was working late and hang around until he was bored, leaver her a personal message on her sheets and leave. He was a sod but at least she enjoyed him and could exploit him just an itty bit. Teeny weeny really. "What's up, Albus? Need me to pick up your dry cleaning?" She kind of really hoped that was the case right now because holy heck would that freak him out! He might even think she was training to become a legilimens. She wasn't, she wasn't sure she could manage that but it'd be a laugh practicing and invading minds.
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Post by Albus P.W.B Dumbledore on Mar 13, 2018 12:49:17 GMT
Albus hesitated for a half second at the mention of a Chippendale show, sure that the momentary blink at Dorcas would be construed as disbelief at her words and not disbelief that he hadn't known about the show and gotten himself a ticket. He quiet enjoyed a good performance of that nature, though a spot of Polyjuice potion to pass off as a younger soul was often necessary. Nobody wanted to see grandpa eyeing up the half naked men in the room. It was a shame that he'd missed such a show, but he'd survive. There was much to be getting on with in the meantime, though he did nod his head at the young lady he had just snatched away from the gathering. "Well, if you were in the area I wouldn't say no," he allowed, adjusting himself in his seat so that he was comfortable for what he hoped would be a short and easy discussion. "I had hoped to talk to you about more pressing matters, I will admit." Dorcas was one for chit chat, for trying to get a rise out of people, for playing the quick witted troublemaker who wasn't to be relied upon for anything other than a good dose of sass. Albus knew better. He saw beneath the act to the wonderfully hard working young Auror that put her life on the line every day and never seemed to ask for thanks.
Pale blue eyes regarded her seriously. "I have already asked too much of you, Dorcas, but I'm afraid I must be greedy and request more," he said softly, deeply regretting what he was about to ask of her, though knowing that it would benefit them all greatly. Sacrificing the one for the needs of the many was not a foreign thing to Albus, he had done it before, and he would do it again so long as he needed to. He had never pushed a young girl into the lair of a monster, however, and it didn't sit well with him. "How are things with Lestrange?" he asked, not wanting to delve right into the thick of things without testing the waters first. Dorcas' fling with Rodolphus Lestrange was crucial to his plan, if things weren't going well for the young lovers, then Albus would have to come up with another idea of how to infiltrate Tom Riddle's inner circle. He hadn't been surprised in the slightest that the two were having a secret affair, and he'd jumped at the chance to use it for the Order's gain, having Dorcas spy on the eldest Lestrange brother for a while now, hoping she would find something of use to them. But it wasn't enough. He needed her to go one step further, and she was the only person with a way in as far as Albus could see. He couldn't let the opportunity slide by.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Mar 13, 2018 19:47:15 GMT
It was not laundry. Dorcas hadn't really expected it to be laundry but she had hoped a little. Or the Chippendale show. She'd definitely hang out somewhere like that with Albus, she imagined it would be an absolute blast seeing something like that with the old codger. No doubt Dumbledore was secretly a right rowdy sod and Dorcas would have taken great joy in watching him holler at a few sexy looking bloke, not that she was sure he was in to guys but he seemed to hold no interest towards women and she was certain she'd seen him take a glance at Kit's arse once, but then that could have been herself interpreting a glance down through those half-moon spectacles of his, wrongly. The idea of such a show of shows was pushed aside in order to get back to what Albus really wanted to talk about and Dorcas internally braced herself for what he might ask, ready to think over what it was he wanted without fear or nerves getting to her. She needn't have bothered as it turned out. Instead Albus was asking how things were between herself and Rodolphus and she'd been entirely unprepared for that and she had no idea how to answer such a question. Usually when she spoke of Rodolphus to Albus it was all her talking about what Rodolphus had been up to. There was little to no conversation about how things were because it wasn't the sort of thing that needed discussing. That kind of talk was for couples not ... whatever they were.
"Uhhh-" Dorcas was at a loss, how could she possibly describe how things wee with Rodolphus. They were the same as they were last week and the week before and the months before. Things had gradually progressed between the two of them over the course of what they had but that was going to happen after twelve years. "They're the same as always." She didn't want to say more than that, she didn't want to define what they had as 'good' or 'going well, thanks' because that would be coupley and weird and she didn't really want what she had with Rodolphus moving beyond what it already was, but then again there had been a time when she wouldn't even kiss the tall jerk-off so things were certainly changing and there was no denying that they would probably evolve again in a year or two but nothing significant. This conversation felt like it was leading to something rather significant and it made her a little uneasy but with all that training she had behind her as well as her natural ability to ignore her emotions, she pushed it all down and focused on the conversation at hand. She had to look at it from a less personal point of view, act like it was some kind of case, just a work sort of thing, but even that seemed harder than most things she suppressed. What she had with Rodolphus wasn't exactly normal in anyones books.
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Post by Albus P.W.B Dumbledore on Mar 18, 2018 10:32:34 GMT
He heard what he wanted to hear, though his heart did not want to hear it. Not really. His heart had hoped she would tell him she had stopped seeing Rodolphus and had moved on to someone much healthier and better suited to her, that she wanted nothing more to do with him. His head, well Albus' head was dancing with plots and plans and gleefully, no less, at the knowledge that his idea to break Riddle's circle could now go ahead. Dorcas permitting, of course. The poor girl had no idea that her short and uncomfortable answer had given him so much information. She would likely expect him to pry further on the matter, but Albus had no real interest in hearing about any shenanigans the couple got up to, and whether they had confessed their love for each other yet. It wasn't important. What was important was whether she was willing to deceive her lover further than she already had, and that was the part he was struggling with. How to ask her to do such a thing was a hard enough conundrum... How to ask her to put her life on the line in such a dangerous way was near impossible to figure out.
Albus cleared his throat. Uncomfortable wasn't something he usually was, and he had enough years and experience behind him to know how to handle most situations with confidence, but this, this made him uncomfortable. Trying not to let it show, he sipped at his drink, eyes lost in the crackling fire as he tried to gather the right words on his tongue. "Dorcas," he began, voice catching, a little more husky than usual. "I would ask something very reckless of you tonight," he told her, eyes still fixed on the fire and not the woman he was asking to sign a death sentence. "And I need you to know, that you can refuse. Please don't feel like this is an order." He really didn't want her to say no, but it was important for him to stress that she was welcome to at any point. It was a request, not a sentence, and he would never hold it against her if she didn't want to play the part he needed her to. "I fear I have nobody else to ask, and I understand the weight my request carries." Tearing his gaze from the fire, his eyes pierced hers. "How would you feel about becoming a Death Eater?" The question hung heavily in the air, and Albus left it there, not sure what else to add to it to make it any less horrifying.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Mar 18, 2018 10:35:00 GMT
There was a moment of unease. There wasn't any straight forward chatting, there wasn't complete and utter certainty between the two and in fact, it felt fairly obvious that something was being withheld. What that would be Dorcas could not fathom. Her mind went to her parents being dead but if that were the case then it wouldn't be his place to inform her of something like that, heck, she didn't know whose place it would be really, probably someone from work, she could even see Dorian volunteering to tell her because the chances were she'd hex just about anyone else that brought her such news. She imagined she'd be quite a pain in the arse to approach about such a matter and Dumbledore wouldn't escape her anger so he'd better hope he had something better than that to talk about, though it would explain that slight moment of awkwardness but Dumbeldores words were slowly revealing what had him a little on edge, if you could even go that far. Reckless was something Dorcas was used to. She preferred to be well prepared for just about anything and sometimes some situations just called for a top-of-the-head plan and when she did that the term 'reckless' was certainly something that could be used. She tried to keep only her own life at risk or that of whoever she was chasing down but sometimes things got a little out of hand and others got hurt through her choices. She was able to let go of any regret she felt over such situations, if she even felt any at all these days. Sometimes things just had to be done, reckless or not, but the fact that Dumbledore was using such a term suggested to Dorcas that it wasn't just reckless, what he wanted to ask, but down right ridiculous. At least he wasn't telling her that her mum and dad were dead so right now she was feeling up to just about anything.
Dorcas took a good sized mouthful of her drink as Dumbledore carried on. He was giving her the option to pull out but as much as he was saying it, it seemed like a whole other story. If she was the only one he could ask this of then it wasn't something light or something she could actually say no to because she was the one he needed. She felt unsure about what he could possibly only need her for but then he said it, he asked the question he'd been hanging on to and she was surprised. Her eyes widened for a moment as the question sunk in slowly to her brain and she got a grip on what was being asked. Slowly a smile crept over her lips and a small laugh pushed its way up from her chest before she laughed even harder. Shaking her head as she looked to the fireplace and then back to Albus. "Reckless?" She laughed, "You mean downright suicidal. Of course I'll become a death eater if that's what's needed." She'd stopped laughing but her amusement was still present across her features. She took a deep breath, muttering "Reckless." under her breath, shaking her head and then taking a sip of wine. She supposed she should have seen this coming. Albus had personally trained her to block her mind, to keep others out and control what she allowed them to see. Had he always been preparing to ask this of her or was it something that just so happened to fit in nicely to his plans? Dorcas had no idea, she really should have seen such a question coming but she figured she kind of didn't want to. It was going to be a bitch of a task to undertake. "And what's the plan? I just ask Rodolphus to introduce me to He-Who-Must-not-Be-Named and ask politely for a Dark Mark and all his top secret plans?" Dorcas took a gulp of wine, a feeling of anxiety starting to set in but she ignored it, if she was going to do this then she was going to need to do it with confidence - real or fake.
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Post by Albus P.W.B Dumbledore on Mar 18, 2018 11:15:50 GMT
Reckless was possibly a bit of a mild word, all things considered. He would give her that. She was right in saying it was downright suicidal, and Albus found himself staring at her, at a complete loss for words. She didn't need him to confirm that she was right, that he was asking her to get herself killed in the name of doing the right thing, she clearly understood the size of his request, there was no need to coddle her about it. Albus wasn't one for coddling anyway, once he decided on a course of action he was usually very matter of fact about things. People often had the opinion of him that he was a kind soul, gentle, that there was something comforting about him. Maybe his forthright ways set people at ease, knowing he would tell them the truth and let them do what they would with it. Dorcas seemed to be handling this pretty well, people were incredibly strong and resilient when you gave them the chance to be, and Albus was fond of letting people be who they would be. You couldn't force someone to be okay with their fate, but you could make sure they had all of the tools they needed to face it, even if it was something they had to do alone.
Dorcas would be very much alone in this. "Well, in essence, yes," he confirmed with a sip of his drink. He had no other ideas so far of how any one of his Order could get into the inner circle of Riddle, and Dorcas using Rodolphus was literally the only option. Of course they could always wait and see if other avenues opened up in time, but every day that passed without taking action meant more innocent lives lost, more friends, family, allies dead at the hands of the Death Eaters. Albus could no longer sit by and allow a monster to call the shots, to lead the game. It was time to turn the tables. "I trust you are capable of being a tad more subtle than that, but if there is a way to convince Rodolphus that you wish to join his side, it might be a way in." He paused to adjust his robes, convinced that his next sentence would be more controversial in her eyes than asking her to become a Death Eater. "I would bet that you'd have a safer passage with the man who loves you by your side."
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Mar 18, 2018 12:17:58 GMT
Dorcas was not one for subtly. Even in her job she didn't have to use as much subtly as this was going to require. How could anyone even go about such a subject subtly anyway? There was no way of doing it and Dorcas thought Albus had lost his bloody mind if he thought she could do anything like that and besides, if she approached absolutely anything subtly with Rodolphus, he'd click on and realise how out of character it was for her. He wasn't dumb. He did stupid things, obviously, that was a given with what he had swinging between his legs, but he wasn't some kind of moron. He would know that there was something up to her wanting to be a Death Eater but there was more to it than that holding her back. There was more than asking him and triggering his suspicions but she couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly but she could feel in her stomach that it wasn't something she wanted to think on too long. She told herself it wasn't necessary but she knew that feeling all too well. It wasn't that it wasn't necessary, it was that she didn't want to delve too deep into what she thought of Rodolphus.
Albus' final words earnt him a hard stare, Dorcas brow furrowed and her unlady like grip around the stem of her wine glass tightened. A comment like that was worthy of a punch in the face but she could hardly do something like that to Albus, mostly because she was fairly certain one good blow would kill his frail old body and then where would they be? The whole Order would be at a loss without its leader so instead she placed her wineglass down on the table and stood. Her jaw was tense and the overwhelming urge to beat the living daylights out of someone had certainly crept over her. Actually less crept and more pounced. A comment like that was far from okay, it was far from truth and Dorcas knew in a moment of clarity why she was so angry, why she was so reluctant to ask Rodolphus or even broach the subject with him. It wasn't that he would grow suspicious but that if she were found out then what would happen to him? If he were the one to bring her in and she was discovered then sure, she'd be tortured and killed and whatever else they could possibly think of doing to her, she really had no cares about that, but what would they do to him? Would he suffer the same fate, all because of her? She couldn't do that to him. "I'll find a way in and I'll keep you updated." She told him, her words strained, controlling her anger as she left the room, no longer wanting to talk with Albus. If he had anything else he wanted to say or ask of her, he could damn well wait a few days when she'd be at least a little calmer but for tonight, as she pushed the door to the chilly evening air out of her way, she was off out, where, she had no idea, what she would be doing was up in the air still but one thing was certain, she wasn't sticking around here any longer and she certainly wouldn't be going home, just incase Rodolphus was there.
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