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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 1, 2018 2:37:44 GMT
 Dorcas didn’t have a whole need for tact, at least not the verbal kind. She could be stealthy and quick when needed, she preferred to take her work slow and to be thorough. She’d wanted so long to be an Auror that she wasn’t going to risk her job being too hasty or abusing perps. At work she was a professional. Mostly. There were a few people here and there that she liked to torment just a smidge but on the whole she did well she thought. Kit was obviously someone that got the more flirty side of her nature and really it wasn’t even flirty, it was just a decent amount of sexual innuendo’s and seeing how the younger Auror reacted. She’d seen him with a few girls and he hadn’t seemed the smoothest. He did alright with any women he had to track down but Dorcas wondered what he was like interrogating the pretty ones. Kit didn’t seem all that confident with women, she’d even go so far as to class him as a little shy after having seen him blush when flirted with once. Perhaps he was different now but she was still going to push his limits because clearly she was doing him a favour in doing so. Also it was fun. “And I find my arse works wonders for me, isn’t it great how we all have our assets.” she smirked, taking a mouthful of the wine in her glass, almost unable to believe she was drinking it this fast. Pretty much whenever Dorian spoke she’d drink and after she was done speaking she’d drink again. The wine was good though. She was going to have to suggest mum and dad get more of it so she could steal it all.
Looking over at Dorian it was fun to see him more laid back. She didn’t see much of that. She could remember when he was more laid back, he had to have been about 25 or something, maybe younger, and she about 20. She was freshly graduated from the Auror academy and he was one of the best. She’d already heard about him because her goal had been to complete her Auror training in two years rather than the standard three and she’d managed it too, Dorian, however, had completed his in just over a year and she’d even asked her teachers how he’d done it but the answers weren’t really all that specific and some were just flat out rude to either her or him. She learnt to hate those arseholes early on. It was easy enough when they were nothing but a giant sack of nobs. Seeing Dorian just smiling, sat in his chair and what she considered practically naked for Dorian, was a welcome sight. After the kidnapping of his parents the whole department had pretty much looked into the case at one point or another, Dorcas included. Her partner at the time had a few ideas but none of them seemed to pan out but Dorian's parents were found and it was tragic. It wasn’t much of a surprise he’d retreated into his shell so much and shut out the world. Before that he’d been far more care free. She’d flirted with him and rather than a tense jaw or an eyeroll she’d actually gotten real human emotion from him, anyone else trying anything of the sort got nothing now. Apart from Paris. Dorcas had no idea how the two crossed paths despite Paris having told the story a fair few times to her mum, dad, Tersha, and Dorcas herself, but there’d been no interest then. Dorcas hadn’t thought anything would come of the two but for the briefest while, those months when the two had been dating, he’d seemed happier. Not happy but happier. He still worked a load of overtime, staying behind longer than just about everybody, but it was always easy to tell when he had plans with Paris because he’d clock out just after his regular clockout time and not at all sorts of crazy hours
Thinking back to the days when she had a permanent partner were strange. Two years she was teamed up with someone and it went well, she liked who she had and she learnt a lot. It wasn’t always the same person, she had about three partners over the course of two years but it was refreshing to work with someone every now and then. Dorcas had worked a couple of times with some of the newbies after they’d graduated the Auror academy and she did find herself wondering how in the hell they passed in the first place. One in ten made it through all the training and they were the ones? It seemed insane but she supposed they did well enough to become an Auror, she could at least help them on their way, teach them a few more practical things while they were teamed up with her. Even now working with a partner every now and then had its benefits. She hadn’t worked with Dorian in quite some time and figured maybe she should team up with him on something again, but not now, he had his cases, she had hers and right now they were going well. There’d be more work between them, perhaps something even undercover where she could get to see him dance and lighten up a bit, even if it was complete acting.
Seeing Dorian grin as she admitted she was like her mother was a surprise. She kept her surprise to herself, instead sipping a little at her wine and finding his face like one of those weird things you don’t want to look at yet at the same time you just couldn’t look away from. It wasn’t that Dorian was weird looking or anything like that - the bloke was gorgeous and he knew it he just didn’t use it to his advantage - but he didn’t smile and grin often enough any more for Dorcas to be familiar with it. She’d seen him smile quite a bit more now that he had Ariel, that was nice, but at the same time there was always a sadness to it, like you could see him thinking of her as an orphan, or about how much she looked like River but pulled some of Bert’s expressions. There was nothing really of Dorian there which was a shame, but she was still the light in his very bleak world and that much anyone could see. With so many losses in his life it was probably good for him to have something as bright as a baby. Dorcas would hate such a life but it seemed to really suit Dorian and Dorcas wondered, if Paris had lived, would they have ever had children? Paris had never wanted them, much like Dorcas, but Dorcas was sure Paris would've compromise for Dorian, after all she was never the type for a relationship until he came along.
Dorcas smirked at Dorian’s comment. He would have been wasting his breath but she’d take into consideration his abrupt nature and leave not long after if she felt like it was the right thing to do. “I listen … occasionally.” She continued smirking at Dorian, enjoying the chat rather than feeling like she was being a complete nuisance at all times. She knew full well what she was doing when she made all kinds of innuendos, flirted a little with Dorian or just plain disagreed with him for the sake of disagreeing. She was the thorn in the side of just about everyone she met apart from Rodolphus. Somehow they just worked. They could both be arses, she had the better arse but he was the bigger arse, but there was never any frustrations like she got with other people and she didn’t try and purposefully annoy Rodolphus like she did with others, Rodolphus was easy going and care free, they were one another’s naughty little secrets and it was fun, everything about what they had was purely about pleasure and fun. “At least you’ve learnt something after all this time I suppose,” She said amused, finding it rather easy to see what Paris had seen in Dorian, or what she’d assumed her cousin had seen in Dorian. If he could be this laid back in her company then it would have been far easier in Paris’. Or perhaps Paris just got him drunk all the time, which was entirely possible. “But what makes you think I’ll grow bored of you? I can find entertainment wherever and whenever, including in your presence.” She said, following it up by finishing the last of the wine in her glass, going through it far too quickly. “I just leave when I think I’ve tortured you enough, right before you reach your breaking point and just throw me out.” She said a little on the smug side as she scooted forward on the edge of the sofa. She grabbed her bottle of wine and poured herself another glass, keeping to the standard size of a serving though she knew she really should have poured the whole bloody thing into the glass.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 1, 2018 17:59:46 GMT
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Dorian inhaled and sighed noticeably as Dorcas made a comment about her bum, but he didn’t pull a face as she was probably expecting him to do. Typically, whenever Dorcas was too over the top – which was several times a week for the poor man, Dorian would respond with a stoic silence, tensing his jaw and looking away instead of reprimanding her as he really wanted to do. It occurred so frequently that others began to refer to the expression as “the face” and once he was quite certain he had overheard Dorcas calling it “Dorian face”. He didn’t much like that term but pulling the face was better than being rude and he found this is was his natural reaction to covering those emotions in particular. Slightly intoxicated – oh hell, he was a bit more than ‘slightly’ intoxicated, he was in the early stages of full on drunk, Dorian did not seem to have the same reaction as he normally would. There was still no need for such talk, in his opinion, but he did not feel the urge to scold her for being so inappropriate in front of him and thus there was nothing for ‘the face’ to suppress.
Dorian’s eyes lifted from his glass to gaze at Dorcas’ face as she spoke about finding entertainment anywhere. Making it was more of what she did, she entertained herself with being outrageous and making other uncomfortable and there was a long period of time when he wasn’t sure if that was her end goal or not, to make others uncomfortable. With enough observation and first-hand experience, he had grown certain that it was, indeed, her ultimate goal. If there had been any doubt in his mind, which there hadn’t, then Dorcas’ next statement would have cleared things right up. “Is there a reason you find so much joy in irritating me?” he asked, a slight chuckle in his throat to tell her he wasn’t completely offended. He did not spend enough social time with Dorcas to know whether or not she acted this way with everyone she met, though she was professional enough in the office, so he doubted it was the literal ‘everyone’. “Is this something you did with all of her boyfriends or am I a special case?” Dorian knew Paris didn’t keep many boyfriends before him, she was what her friends referred to as a ‘wild child’. Most of them expressed shock at finding out Dorian had been dating her, and while he never asked explicitly he was quite certain they would be shocked to find out they had waited so long before becoming intimate. Several of the stories told at Paris’ wake involved some drunken night of partying and an outrageous ending and while he had received a few sympathetic pats on the shoulder at people who thought he wouldn’t care to hear tales of how his girlfriend had been with other people before him, it actually made Dorian happy to know she had had such a happy and fulfilled life.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 2, 2018 12:26:00 GMT
Was there a reason? Not really, there were heaps of them. One he needed to lighten the fuck up, Dorian was a straight up downer on life and it was straight up depressing to witness. It all started when his parents had died. Not when they'd gone missing, not when his father was found mutilated or whatever, but when his mum had died too. When they were missing he'd thrown himself into work, as anyone would if their loved ones were missing. Dorcas was certain there were plenty of sleepless nights until he'd found them. His father was gone but he had his mother, he hadn't lost Barbara. Dorcas hadn't known the woman but she knew of her name from the case files. Dorian had his mum and through her, despite what they'd been through they had each other, at least until she'd hung herself in St. Mungo's. Tragedy after tragedy and that was when he seemed irreversibly broken. It was literally years before he was even a glimmer of something else again. He was happy with Paris. How she's gotten through to him Dorcas had no idea. She'd seen Dorian either not notice advances or acted so respectfully one would think he'd been unaware. He more than likely wasn't, he just clearly wasn't interested in having anyone get close to him and that seemed reasonable from Dorcas' point of view. Reasonable but stupid.
Dorcas finished sipping her wine when Dorian was done asking questions and she shrugged her shoulders, "Definitely an extremely special case," she smirked. For numerous reasons but the one that stood out above all others was that of course Paris had never had any boyfriends. Any other time and Dorcas might have mentioned that in some way or another but tonight Dorian seemed a little down, he'd bloody well been listening to Blackbird on repeat so this wasn't really the time to get into too much on Paris, maybe another time when it wouldn't fuck with his head even more. Dorcas may have lacked sense but she didn't lack sense or a heart. Well occasionally she did but not when there was alcohol involved. Shit could get way out of hand way too quickly and emotions could start over flowing and Dorcas had no idea what Dorian would be like finding out what Paris was like before she'd met him. Would he be upset that she'd screwed around so much? Emotional that he'd been the only person she'd ever dated? Making him something special to Paris, truly special. Plenty of people knew how much he must have meant to her but now didn't seem the right time for him to know and especially coming form her. But still, emotions. There were so many possible reactions and Dorcas didn't want to risk any of them if she could help it. Dorian had gone from seemingly depressed to at least a little cheery as he sat across from her, having been grinning not that long ago. Grinning! She couldn't get over that, she wouldn't rub it in his face though, at least not too much and not tonight. "It's not exactly every day that your cousin starts dating a colleague you've hit on and fancy a bit of fun with." She quirked her brow, giving him the 'obviously' sort of look then raised her glass to her lips. A dark shadow catching her eye on the side of the wine glass. Quick as a flash Dorcas threw the wine and its glass across the other side of the table, watching it rush through the air, heading directly for Dorian.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 7, 2018 23:44:14 GMT
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Dorian was ‘an extremely special case’ which almost made it sound as though this was Dorcas’ version of sympathy. She pitied him, and that knowledge made Dorian uneasy. He did not want to be pitied. He did not need it, as some others might. In fact, this sympathetic act of terror that Dorcas so exquisitely perfected seemed to be have almost nothing to do with the newer tragedies in his life and everything to do with Paris. It made sense, of course. Dorcas was Paris’ cousin. The pair shared a bond and even before the untimely demise of the former Astronomy professor, Dorcas had amped up the annoyance factor by eleven. Nothing had changed, really, since the death of Dorian’s sister. Dorcas helped out with Ariel and she’d been included in the invitation to Dorcas’ birthday dinner a few months back, but really the level at which Dorcas purposely tried to annoy Dorian was as steady as it had been. This loving barrage of torment did not seem influenced at all by what was happening in Dorian’s life, only by what was happening in Dorcas’. It was now Dorian’s turn to pity Dorcas, though he would be loathed to allow her to play witness to such sympathies. She was too strong-willed and determined to put up with sympathy from him. He liked that about her.
It was almost too much to ask for a conversation with Dorcas Meadowes that didn’t involve her making some sort of innuendo or reference to sexual activities, especially when they were away from the office where she was habitually more inappropriate with him. As he had expected her to do, Dorcas made a remark about having a bit of fun with him. It was like clockwork with her. “I was expecting–” but what Dorian was expecting would remain unknown as for seemingly no reason at all, Dorcas flung her wine glass across the coffee table, red liquid streaming through the air. Time seemed to slow as Dorian watched the glass fall to the floor next to his seat, and he felt the dampness of the wine covering his shirt, flecks splattering onto his face. “What the bloody hell, Dorcas?” His voice was low but clearly annoyed. Usually much more calm and collected in the face of…whatever this was, Dorian was utterly thrown off by the sudden and random action. Covered in wine, he simply gaped at her for a moment, processing what had happened.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 8, 2018 0:26:10 GMT
It was happening so slowly and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. The glass was soaring through the air and as if watching everything in slow motion, the glass began to tilt, the red liquid began to spill and Dorcas swore she could have seen actual burgundy drops of wine spilling out of the glass before a miniature river flowed as the glass turned completely on it's side. This was not good. This was kind of hilarious though. Dorian probably wasn't going to think so. He was probably going to be pissed and Dorcas wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him truly pissed at her. She was kind of curious what that would be like, she even had a brief moment of wondering if his anger was as repressed as the rest of him and if that could be broken in the bedroom. She was definitely thinking on that for more than a brief moment later on but first she had to deal with the consequences of having thrown wine over a colleague. A hot colleague. A hot colleague that had once dated her cousin. At least he had reason to take off his shirt! Oh who was she kidding, she may have thought he was hot and she may have wanted to see him naked but she wasn't some perv that would just check him out after throwing wine all over him. He was quite possibly thinking that was the reason why she'd thrown her wan glass out of nowhere but he would be mistaken.
"Uh," She said, a little unsure of how she was going to explain being freaked out by a shadow, "Would you believe me if I said there looked like there was a dementor behind you and I was testing a new hypothesis that they're petrified of red wine?" She forced a guilty grin as though attempting some kind of innocence but it was never gonna happen, not really sticking with that at all, "Clean yourself up, I'll clean up the rest." Ordinarily she may have suggested that she could help him clean himself up or suggested good wine ought not go to waste and then made mention of taking his shirt off so she could lick over his body but that was only going to piss him off more, he wasn't exactly the type to laugh things up. The broom up his arse probably prevented all that. If he started laughing maybe it would twist tighter causing him some kind of eternal anguish he could never escape. Heaven forbid he should be chill about a situation. Well okay, it wasn't like he was full on raging but as Dorcas stood herself up and pulled her wand out of her pocket she figured she could at least behave herself a little or it would be time to go a lot sooner than she anticipated.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 10, 2018 4:16:56 GMT
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A Dementor, fat chance at that. “Not likely,” he said, the same low and annoyed tone as he had spoken with previously. There really was no telling what was going on in Dorcas’ mind to have made her throw an almost completely full glass of red wine on him – no, not on him, at him. It had come straight at him. The glass had turned as it soared over the coffee table toward him and practically all of the deep red liquid had landed straight onto the slightly inebriated Auror. The glass itself, laid on the floor, a small crack stretching from the rim down nearly to the stem. At least it had not shattered, that would have made for an even bigger mess to tend to.
Setting his own glass down on the coffee table, Dorian stood from his chair. A puddle of wine that had formed on his lap spilled down the front of his trousers. He was not pleased. Jaw clenched and tongue pressed against the front of his teeth, keeping his lips pressed firmly together, Dorian nodded. It was as much thanks as she would be getting at this moment for offering to clean up after she had been the one to make the mess in the first place. Once he was in clean clothes he would thank her properly, most likely. If not tonight than definitely by the next time he saw her which, as they worked together, would naturally only be a few days away. A few steps towards the bedroom Dorian paused, then turned back. He lifted his glass that was sitting on the table in front of Dorcas, and carried it into the kitchen. “Just in case,” he said with a slightly raised eyebrow, moving the drink further away so that she couldn’t make a mess of this one as well. Then he headed to his bedroom to strip down and put on something clean.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 10, 2018 5:02:21 GMT
Did he realise that he was hot when he did that look? He had to, she'd told him a fair few times and yet he still did it. Dorcas was certain that when Dorian clenched his jaw he wanted to look like the sexiest bastard in the room and right now she was pulling it off. Of course she'd rather him pull everything off but that wasn't going to happen. Never the less his silent rage was apparent through his words but he wasn't screaming the place down, he wasn't letting on a whole lot of anything other than disappointment. He was remarkably like her parents when he pulled shit like this. Rage would have been much preferred. She could handle rage, she even took a little joy in it, even with suspects when they got angry, yelled, screamed and did whatever the hell they felt they were entitled to in the small questioning room, she'd enjoy it, she liked getting under peoples skin, she liked irritating them to the point of being unreasonable. She always saw to it that she got what she needed from suspects, during their rage they weren't exactly the most careful on what they were saying, passion did that to people, they forgot what they were supposed to be doing. With people she did actually like and was not interrogating, she loved calming them down again. It was fun having control and manipulating people's behaviours. Disappointment however was not something she'd learnt to work with so she'd learnt to ignore it and not feel even the slightest bit touched by it.
Dorian made his way towards his bedroom but then was back pretty soon, not even having made his way to his private little room that she'd intruded upon plenty of times, not while he was sleeping. At least she was fairly certain she'd never intruded while he was sleeping, she didn't think that she was some kind of sleep walker but who knew what she got up to. Actually Rodolphus would probably know and she figured she'd could ask him the next time he was over, whenever the hell that would be. Her thoughts of Rodolphus were put aside when Dorian spoke. Dorcas smiled and laughed a little then set her wand to work , cleaning up the chaos of wine she'd caused all over Dorian's immaculate home. The chair, the carpet, the coffee table. Some even managed to splash its way up the walls but by the end of it all she was fairly certain she'd cleaned it all and she'd even found what she believed to be the dark shadow on her wine glass. "Well look at you," She said, crouching down and scooping up the little spider that was trying to escape the giant human that was following its movements. "Come on, you belong outside." She slipped her wand away and rotated her left hand as the spider crawled over it. This way and that it explored the back and the palm of her hand, never moving up to the fingers and never going beyond her wrist. She pulled open the door to Dorian's little garden and stepped outside into the cold night air. Bollocks, this was probably going to sober her up a fair bit and she was just getting a rather lovely buzz going on, despite the wine incident. Quietly Dorcas placed the palm of her hand down on the top of the edge and waited for the spider to scamper off of her hand.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 10, 2018 5:45:35 GMT
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Dorian slipped into his bedroom and pulled the door shut, knowing that, if given the opportunity, the inappropriate Miss Meadowes would see to it that she got a glimpse of Dorian changing. He was certain there was no real interest in him, there certainly was not any from him in her. She was not the sort of woman Dorian would have dated, even if he had had the opportunity back when he actually considered dating. Well, that wasn’t exactly true, as Dorcas very much reminded him of Paris at times, and he not only had dated Paris but had legitimately fallen in love with her. Paris wasn’t exactly his typical sort of girl, either. He had been known in his younger days to pick up girls at a night club or pub, but mostly he would meet women in libraries and strike up a conversation. Dorian was fairly certain Dorcas had not seen the inside of a library since her school days. That thought made the wizard give a sort of depressed chuckle as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He set the shirt carefully over the railing of Ariel’s cot, making sure the wine-soaked side was facing up. He unbuckled his trousers next and slid them off as well, resting them on the white wood with his shirt. He would need to treat those before washing them if he expected to get the stains out completely.
Opening his wardrobe, Dorian looked at the row of suits. They were organized by color; blacks on the left, then greys, blues, tans, then browns. The hats on the shelf above him were organized in a similar fashion, as were his shoes on the floor of the wardrobe. Everything was exactly how one would expect the Auror to have organized his closet, aside from the little yellow sock that had clung to the back of one of his suit jackets. Dorian gave a slight smile at seeing Ariel’s sock out of place. He reached for it, hearing the crinkle of static as he pulled it away from his suit, and then strolled over to the corner he had dubbed ‘Ariel’s corner’ where her cot and dresser sat. He pulled open the top drawer and easily found the matching yellow sock which he had placed on the side of her sock drawer knowing its mate would turn up sooner or later, as they always did.
He returned to his wardrobe, wondering what he could put on quickly enough to not make Dorcas wait for him, while still dressing appropriately for having company. If he had spilled wine on himself without anyone to play witness at this time in the evening, he would consider just putting his pyjamas on but that was not appropriate when entertaining – even if he was doing so against his wishes. He knew it would be silly to put on a fresh suit, so grabbing on of the few pairs of trousers he had that didn’t accompany something more professional, Dorian threw on a pair of khaki trousers and pulled a dark blue button down from the hanger. Sliding one arm through the sleeve, then the other, Dorian began buttoning the shirt as he heard a door in the other room click open. “Is everything okay?” he called, a little worried what a drunk Dorcas was getting up to in his lounge without proper adult supervision.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 10, 2018 6:17:41 GMT
"WHAT?!" Dorcas cried out. She heard Dorian's voice asking a question, something probably condescending as fuck, but she was too far away to hear him. She was out in his little garden, hanging with a little spider she'd named Mrs Fritzle. She had no idea what Dorian was up to but she'd assumed he would have been finished by now. His lounge room was clean once more, his wine untouched, her glass over in the kitchen sink that she'd rinse and use again in a bit and she was even outside in the bloody freezing winter night air with a bloody spider that, while Dorcas figured belonged outside, would probably have preferred the warmth of Dorian's home, but she wasn't going to be letting it back in again, she may have been talking to a spider out on the balcony but she wasn't mental enough to give it a cosy place to rest. She wasn't going to build it some kind of warm nest either. The spider would be fine on it's own.
"I'M TALKING TO MRS FRITZLE!" She shouted once more, certain Dorian would probably think her completely nuts but she didn't really care all too much for his opinion on such matters. She only really cared about his opinion of her as an Auror. In that regard she actually had a great amount of respect for him. She didn't take her job lightly. Sure some people may have thought she wasn't as committed to it as others but she felt she went above and beyond what a lot of others did. She wasn't the sort to sit around, waiting for a lead, she went out and she bloody well found them, even if it involved digging deep, having to learn a bloody new language to get by in a foreign country because she didn't trust and interpreter enough to do a satisfactory job and she wasn't even a natural learner. She bloody well struggled to hold on to information but once in was in her mind and she could call back to it then she was fine, it was there for good. She wasn't great at learning new languages and if she could avoid such things she did but she knew enough to just about get by and she still had the help of an interpreter she was just able to follow the conversation a little better.
Dorcas headed back inside, shutting and locking the door behind her and walking towards the kitchen. She ran her glass under the tap, running a mix of cool and warm water over the glass. After she was done she set it on the counter and pulled out her wand again, drying the glass off with magic. She wasn't done drinking for the night, even if she probably should have been. She wasn't drunk but she wasn't exactly far off it. She liked the little buzz she had going and she was going to see if she could keep it going for a little while longer. If Dorian didn't just tell her he'd had enough for one evening and was retiring to his bedroom. Any other bloke she might have followed in after but he had absolutely no interest in her like that and it sucked. She was awesome! In general and especially in bed, though she really preferred fooling around without the use of a bed.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 10, 2018 7:20:25 GMT
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Mrs Fritzle. The name was unfamiliar and Dorian was now worried that Dorcas was letting strangers in his flat. Well, if she tried to invite anyone in that he did not know they would be met with quite a shock. Dorian had warded the flat the day he moved in, a common security measure by wizards, especially those in law enforcement. Since Ariel’s birth, however, the wards had been reinforced. He was taking no chances with his precious niece’s safety and that meant magically barring anyone from the flat, unless he specifically invited them in, or set the wards to recognize the guest. Dorcas was one of those recognized guests, as of course were her parents Andre and Emily. Paris had been before her death, as were River and Bert. For so long there were no exceptions, he only had company over if he invited them and on the rare occasion that such an event occurred, his guests were mostly work colleagues.
In a very uncharacteristic move, Dorian left his wine-stained clothes hanging over the edge of Ariel’s cot as he opened the door to his bedroom to see what trouble his guest had gotten up to. It was far too late for neighbors to pop by for a chat or to ask for a cup of sugar. He couldn’t imagine that Dorcas would take it upon herself to invite a friend over – well, alright he could possible see that happening but certainly she would not call her make by her surname. Mysteries abound in the presence of Miss Meadowes. “I’m afraid I am unfamiliar with Mrs Fritzle,” he admitted as he buttoned the last of his shirt and stepped out of his bedroom, looking toward the front door. Dorcas was not there. Instead she was in the kitchen standing at the sink and very much alone. “Who were you talking to?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 10, 2018 7:55:56 GMT
The door to his bedroom opened up and Dorcas looked up at Dorian as he walked into the room. She popped her wand away and picked up her wine glass, walking back towards the lounge room where she probably had one glass of red left in the bottle she'd brought over but she wouldn't be shy in raiding Dorian's stash. In exchange he could keep the white she'd brought over. Maybe. Probably. She wasn't sure yet, she might just take it home with her for tomorrow night. She wasn't much of a big drinker but she didn't mind a little every now and then and it had been quite a while since she'd had a quiet night in with the telly and some wine. Maybe she'd find some kind of movie to put on, preferably something goreish. She rather liked the grosser side of the entertainment industry but whenever she had Rodolphus over and forced him to watch something on the couch she chose something far more cheery and sing-songy, just to torture him. She was pretty sure he secretly loved about half the movies she'd made him sit through. He'd probably have still preferred playing with her rather than playing some movie but she quite liked movies. Muggles were really pretty interesting.
"Spider. I flung her across the room on a wine glass about five minutes ago. Figured I should apologise to her and pop her outside." Totally normal. "You look good in that shirt." She said sincerely, no hint of sarcasm present nor any sort of innuendo. It was perhaps a less than natural flow to anyone else's conversation but to Dorcas it made sense. She'd noticed his more casual attire when he walked out, it wasn't exactly something you could miss around Dorian who spent probably 99% of his life in a suit, and the darker shirt wasn't something she'd really seen with any of his suits so that had caught her eye immediately too. He usually favoured lighter shirts and darker suits. Either way it was different and it suited him. Blue was definitely one of his many colours, but when you were that attractive just about anything could suit you well enough.
Dorcas had hold of her wine glass and picked up Dorian's too, she headed towards the lounge and put both the glasses down on the coffee table in the middle, the one that had splashes of wine all over it not all that long ago. She noticed a slight splash on the side closest to her. She had no sodding clue how it had gotten on this side when she'd flung the glass towards Dorian and it had started spilling about half way but low and behold, the smear was there. Dorcas took out her wand again, giving a small swish and the wine was soon gone. She pulled out the draw to make sure the top was clean and it was. Instead of just closing the draw Dorcas noticed a thick book. Her head tilted a little as she put her wand away once more and she leant over, pulling the book out of the draw. "Ooo, photo album." She grinned, sitting down on the sofa behind her with the book in her arms, "May I?" She asked looking to Dorian, a cross between a smile and grin on her lips, if he refused then she'd just have to get him drunker and then have a look when he was less likely to care, only she wouldn't ask permission the next time.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 11, 2018 7:19:55 GMT
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If Dorcas was having chats with non-magical insects then perhaps it was time to cut her off from the wine, not that Dorian expected that idea to go over well with the brunette. As annoying as Dorcas could be, she was much easier to deal with in her current capacity than if he suggested she lay off the drink for the rest of the evening. Theirs was a strange relationship, stuck somewhere between colleagues and almost friends, with a dash of family added on the side thanks to Emily’s and Andres’ kindness and hospitality. Dorian attributed his budding friendship, if one could call it that, with Emily’s insistence on Dorian and Ariel joining them for family meals and essentially forcing them into their family’s welcoming and loving arms. He really rather enjoyed the Meadowes and he couldn’t imagine letting anyone else care for Ariel while he was at work, or drinking with their daughter as it turned out.
“Thank you,” he replied, a little bewildered at her compliment, or to be more specific, at the lack of any innuendo or sexual nature in the tone of her voice as she presented the compliment. That solidified it for the wizard, Dorcas was smashed. Dorian considering leaving his half empty glass of wine on the counter in the kitchen and just sitting in the lounge with Dorcas but he was already feeling the effects of two bottles of wine and he had no niece to look after for the night, aside from the threat of a hangover in the morning, there really was no reason not to finish at least the glass.
Fetching his drink, Dorian moved across the open room into the space designated as the lounge, looking at the floor and chair which ten minutes ago was covered in red wine. Dorcas had done a good job of cleaning up her mess, even the white rug was spotless. He was impressed, though expressing as much might seem offensive to the witch so he bit his tongue. Fitting comfortably in his chair and adopting a rather relaxed position than he would take normally – slouching ever so slightly, his back rested fully against the cushions of the seat – Dorian watched as Dorcas opened the drawer of the coffee table. He opened his mouth to stop her but instead raised his glass and took a decently sized swallow of wine, knowing that telling Dorcas to stop anything would only make her want at it that much more. “If you so desire,” he answered, unsure of how he felt at having her looking through his private photographs but knowing there was nothing inappropriate or blackmail worthy nestled between the covers of his photo album. Mostly it was pictures of his parents and himself when he was younger.
The album had been started by his mum as an adoption day gift – he hadn’t known his actual birthday until just a few months ago when River divulged that tidbit amongst many other family facts. For a while Dorian kept it up, adding new photographs toward the back on the pages she’d purposely left blank for him, but after their kidnapping and deaths he had stopped completely. That is, until little Ariel came along. The last half of the photo album was full of the cherub face of his angelic little niece, soft blonde curls and all.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 11, 2018 8:40:40 GMT
Dorcas grinned and dove straight into the book. She hadn't even poured herself a new glass of wine or even taken a moment to appreciate how little effort Dorian was putting in to looking professional. Instead she wanted to see what was in his photo album. Would there be horrifically embarrassing pictures of him? She bloody well hoped so! Would there be any of Paris? She hoped so. She wasn't sure how much was in her, on the first page was a picture of little Dorian, no older than five and he didn't look all that different from now. A little more care free. She read the description next to it, 'Dorian Humbert, aged 4. First Picture.' Well damn if that wasn't a bit of a downer. Dorcas had known from his parents abduction that he hadn't been their biological son but she had no idea when he'd been adopted. She'd always just assumed he was some kind of rigid baby in a suit and tie, practicing that effortless look of disappointment that he did so well. She had no idea he'd been an older kid and it was kind of surprising he had been adopted. Couples usually wanted to the cute little babies, it wasn't often an older kid got adopted. Dorian was lucky.
"There's something wrong with this picture." She said, looking up at Dorian, a couple of small frown lines across her forehead as her brow dipped, "You're not wearing a suit." She looked back to the picture, smiling and turning the page. Dorcas wasn't big on babies or kids but she knew the basics like how to keep them alive, but she also knew the key points that parents enjoyed. First smile, first steps, first every things really. The Humberts got none of that with Dorian, or at least a very limited amount. She felt as though at some point in this album she was going to come across his first suit and it would be all smooth and perfect like he usually wore during his work and every day life. She wondered how many firsts the Humberts had with their only son and wondered if his biological mother regretted giving him up. Sure he may have been in an orphanage for four years but he had a happy life with the Humberts - with his parents.
The early pages of Dorian were adorable and amusing, Dorcas became aware that her facial features were changing with each glance of a picture and reading the descriptions next to them. Beautifully flourished handwriting that Dorcas was a little jealous of, she'd never be able to pull of something so elegant. She had to space her letters because if she started stringing letters together then there was no way in hell anyone was going to be able to read her scribble, herself included. All up though the Humberts, including Dorian, looked normal and happy. She wondered if this was what it was like for people looking through the albums her mum forced at people. Rodolphus had probably seen more than Dorcas would have approved of, then again she would have approved of absolutely nothing. There were already too many family pictures around the home, her at various ages, her cousins, aunts and uncles, at least not the shit ones. She wondered if Dorian had been forced to endure the torture of her baby albums.
"Agh!!" She closed her eyes tight and reopened them, as she grinned from ear to ear, "It's still there, make it go away!" But instead of turning the page or looking at another picture, she looked closer at the one she was on, "What are you? Peter bloody Pan?!" She laughed, "Well if there was any guy I'd wanna see in tights it's you." She turned the page, throughly amused to find a picture of him in new school robes and a shiny head boy badge on his uniform. "Ugh! Of course you were head boy." She sighed. She'd have never gotten anything like that during her time at Hogwarts. After mouthing off to the Divination Professor and insulting his choice in career she was surprised she wasn't suspended or expelled. It was a shame he was clearly such a dumb arse to follow such an inaccurate and unreliable profession because he was hot as hell. Dark curls, dark, somewhat psychopathic eyes. Hmmmmm, yummy. "How are you not head of the Auror department already?" She asked looking up at him again, "Bet you'd love me calling you 'boss'." She smirked, knowing she'd love it all too much.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 19, 2018 3:08:52 GMT
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Dorian looked on at the photos, albeit upside down, as Dorcas flipped slowly through the pages reading the inscriptions his mother had so carefully and lovingly included. He smiled slightly at some of the more fond memories on display. A young Dorian, maybe 8 or so, helping his mother in the garden as they planted flowers that would soon enough become the bed for old Mrs. Nezbit’s large calico that liked to dig up the Humberts’ yard and flatten the flowers by napping on them. Dorian, 10, with a clearly false smile on his face, dancing with his elderly neighbor in her living room, surrounded by at least a dozen housecats, all of whom were clearly not littler trained. Another photograph showed Dorian and his father working in the garage, rebuilding a muggle motorbike together. Dorian would have been about 13 then, and home from school on summer holiday. His date for the Yule Ball, Marissa Macklehorn, making a face a he pinned her corsage on her dress and accidentally stabbed her in the chest with the pin; his mate had been a sneak and sent that picture off to his mum as payback for Dorian giving him a detention for being out past curfew a few weeks later. There were so many happy memories, and while Dorian could usually look over them all with a fond smile, tonight he wore a saddened version. If it weren’t for Dorcas clearly having a good time, he would have put the album away. Instead, he finished his drink and got up to fiddle with the radio again.
“Not for lack of trying,” Dorian retorted when Dorcas asked, most likely rhetorically, why he wasn’t head of the department. That was Dorian’s ultimate goal but he clearly was not up to the task if a bloody Beatles song could throw him into a depressive state. Plus, the department had a fine Head already and Dorian was not the sort to play dirty inter-office politics just to get a promotion. He had already been given command of the Auror Academy training program and that was a perfectly respectable job.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 19, 2018 7:27:28 GMT
Dorian got up and started messing around with the radio while Dorcas was probably a pain in the arse from his point of view. He didn't deny that he'd like her calling him 'boss' so she was more than ready to use that against him at some point in the future. She figured he'd just do what he was doing tonight and ignore it until it pissed him off so much he politely asked her to stop and when she didn't, he'd just do that face he always did and carry on. "Want me to scream at Peterson until he gives you another promotion? It's not like you don't deserve it." And she would, it was a genuine offer and one he'd refuse, probably telling her there was no such need for that. She disagreed. If you wanted something within the ministry then you needed to be prepared to cause a bitch of a fuss to get it because if you didn't then what? They'd pass it on to whoever did bitch the most. Sure Dorian had gotten a promotion to leading the Auror academy but Head of the Department was far better and that even came with the possibility of future Minister for Magic. While that didn't seem like something Dorian would strive for, Dorcas had no doubts he'd actually be bloody fantastic in the role.
Going back to the pictures Dorcas carried on through the album, laughing whenever she found something amusing. However sometimes in life you really had to just question 'What the actual fuck?' "What the actual fuck?" She said, looking over to Dorian, finding it hard to believe that the well dressed man she was used to seeing day in and day out looked ... She wasn't really sure how to phrase it. Gross? He still had that handsome face but a moustache? Kind of greasy looking, long-ish hair? Stubble? A suit that was shiny and too big? Oh it was torture! What had she ever done to deserve something like this! It was awful! He hadn't looked liked that since she'd known him, had he? Was this some kind of undercover thing where he had to look like a giant troll-arse? She truly hoped this wasn't for a date or something like that because Dorcas would have to actually take pity on whoever the poor girl was, unless she'd been worse than Dorian, in which case the two would have deserved one another at that time. Dorcas had never been so glad that Dorian wore the suits that he wore. Sure he'd look better naked and pinning her against a wall but a suit was definitely better than this catastrophe.
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