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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jul 30, 2018 6:29:38 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Every year there was a new extravagance added to the celebration that marked his birth. The miracle child, the son they had longed for, for so many years, finally welcomed into the world was a cause for celebration and the Lestranges always went all out. Ceres was insistent that they celebrate on Rodolphus’ actual birthday, and that he and his mates could have their own fun when the weekend came. Rodolphus laughed at her assertion that the work week somehow dictated his schedule. He was second in command of an international corporation; if he wanted to get high on a Wednesday night and paint the town red, he’d bloody well do it, but he agreed to her annual tradition of throwing him a party and inviting all their friends to fawn over her handsome son.
He spent most of the evening drinking and smoking, chatting up people, and dancing with his daughter. Since her mother’s death, Aurora had been attached to Rodolphus much more than usual. He supposed it was natural, and Ceres agreed. It had only been two months, hardly enough time for a child to properly grieve. Bellatrix’s death had been a shock to Rodolphus, but he could hardly say he was broken up about it. At one time Bella had been one of his closest friends, but she’d gone off the deep end over the last several years and the news of her death was more a relief than anything else. If only it had come at a better time. Rod’s divorce from Bella wasn’t yet finalized, and they were gearing up for what was sure to be a heated custody battle for their daughter. After hearing of Bellatrix’s death, Rodolphus wasn’t surprised in the slightest to have the MLE breathing down his throat.
His relationship, if you could call it that, with Dorcas had been discovered in the aftermath. She had been the one to kill Bella, in self-defense supposedly though Roddy liked to entertain the idea that Dorcas had been the one to call Bella for a meeting, being jealous over having had to share him with the regal witch for so long. He knew that idea was complete dragon dung, but he liked to taunt Dorcas about it anyway. His presence at Dorcas’ cottage was evident when the MLE came through and it wasn’t long before the officer sent to notify Rodolphus of his wife’s untimely death was asking questions about his relationship with the Auror who had slain her. They were just fucking, he told them honestly, and he had plans to continue doing so, after the dust settled and he was certain his name had been cleared. It wasn’t hard to prove his innocence, as he legitimately had nothing to do with Bella’s death, but whatever suspicions lingered were easily resolved with a bit of gold. Aurora’s grief, however, was no so easily assuaged and Rodolphus spent much of his time during the party escorting his little princess around with him, treating her as any other guest and going about his usual conversations and habits in her presence. He even allowed her a bit of wine, which she made a face at but ended drinking a bit more before soon after falling asleep. Rodolphus sent her up to her room at his parents’ manor with one of the servants to watch after her while he continued with his party.
It had been a fun night, despite having to be on good behavior for those in their social circle – in his parents’ social circle, really – who he kept up the respectable wizard act for. His mum had been right, despite his dickish attitude about it, and he had made plans to celebrate with his friends and his brother properly in just a few days’ time. He would not be required to limit his use of profanity or inappropriate remarks quite so much then. He was buzzed when he arrived at the chateau, nearly properly drunk if he had had a few more glasses of champagne but his tolerance was high and his father’s watchful eye always nearby limited his consumption at the party. It wasn’t all that late, and if he wanted he could still get drunk at his own home, though his first stop was to his bedroom and not to any of the well-placed bar carts around the luxurious mansion.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jul 30, 2018 13:04:05 GMT
Dorcas was a shite gift giver. It wasn't in her nature to be that considerate of other people. She could be considerate enough to know their names, first and last, but beyond that she was useless. She knew random facts about people, useful things like their habits, the people the spent their time with and , for most, what side of this war they were on. People were relatively easy to read when it was the factual kind, anything related to personal interests went beyond Dorcas' capabilities. Rodolphus, for example, was fond of scotch, smoking, drugs, and sex. She knew this but it wasn't as if she was able to create a gift for him. He hated muggleborns and blood traitors but what kind of gift could she possibly give him that he wouldn't be able to get for himself? If he wanted something then he was rich enough to get it himself. Dorcas, year after year, gave him a small something that meant fuck all and had sex with him. Outright, incredible, mind blowing sex and tonights gift was no different. She had a bag with a little something in it but it wasn't his main gift. She was his main gift.
Being at Rodolphus' house was horrid. It was large and unnecessary for two people alone. It had been the home of three people but Rodolphus had kicked his wife's average arse out and then there was the small incident where Dorcas may of killed her. Just a little. Well a lot. It wasn't like the time Rodolphus had accidentally killed her a little - she'd come back from that. No, Bellatrix Black Lestrange was a lot dead in the sense that it was very much permanent. It was self defence though. The state of her house, herself and Bellatrix pretty much went to show that, however she'd been under investigation at work. A whole month she wasn't allowed in and to work on cases and it drove her absolutely mad. Once she'd been back at work she threw in all the overtime she could, not for the money, she had her parents helping her out with bills for the month so she wouldn't have to dip into her savings much. They'd even given her what they liked to call 'spending money', which was exceedingly generous of them, Dorcas was fairly certain they couldn't actually afford to keep her like that and she didn't really like it, but she wasn't going to say 'no', that'd be insane! Plus she'd put the money towards some incredible summer nights out with Tersha and a few others here and there. It helped to stop her from going completely mental while she was a little bit suspected of murdering her "lovers" wife. Merlin that was such a gross word. At least she'd been cleared, or at least enough that she wasn't arrested and was cleared for work again.
With a knock on the door of Lestrange fucking Chateau, after climbing a damn near mountain of stairs to get there, Dorcas was only waiting a few seconds, maybe ten maximum, when the door began opening. A small looking house elf she recognised stood aside to let her in. She had no idea why she'd agreed to come here that first time, perhaps a midge of curiosity had gotten the better of her, but now she was regretting that decision. She didn't much like the home, especially now that she'd been somewhat responsible for the death of one of its former occupants. At least she was now somewhat familiar with the place. She could easily get lost if she was left to wander but she knew how to get to the kitchen and the bedroom, the only two places she actually cared about. At least the elf had learnt not to say anything. She didn't really much like the presence of the house elves, they kind of gave her the creeps but at least Ader took her request not to be spoken to on board and she'd not yet met the other one, she didn't much fancy meeting it either. Flopsy or Mopsy, some stupid name. That was the one that looked after Aurora and she was off with her grandparents for the night, that much Dorcas knew, she wouldn't dare step foot inside Rodolphus massive home if she thought the young little psychopath was about.
Making her way through the home to the master bedroom Dorcas didn't bother looking at the decor. One square foot of this place was worth more than hers and her parents cottages combined. It was kind of sickening that this much money belonged to one person and one person alone. She'd seen a lot of things in her line of work, there'd been many different lifestyles she'd had to blend in with and some of those could greatly do with even the smallest percentage of Rodolphus' money. Dorcas had no idea what Rodolphus' idea of 'giving' was, beyond what he gave to her, but there was a lot he could do in the world, he could more than likely end poverty as they knew it, but he didn't. If she'd been a better human being perhaps that would have bothered her more, as it was she didn't give too much of a crap, it was just a passing thought. "Your present has arrived." She said as she entered his bedroom to find him fully clothed. Merlin his backside was just ... Dorcas tossed the bag she'd come in with onto the bench at the end of the bed before taking off her jacket and throwing it in a similar direction as the present. The coat landed on the bench, the present and bag had tumbled on to the floor, the scruffily wrapped present peeked out the top of the dark blue bag, the underside of the wrapping paper visible in some places while there was a scruffy looking deep blue ribbon, not curled properly in the slightest just laying limply across the gift. At least it matched the dark blue and white paper. That was about the extent of Dorcas' effort for a gift he'd probably just be rid of by day break.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jul 30, 2018 17:55:18 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Roddy was fairly certain that it was Emily reminding Dorcas of his birthday, this year and the few years passed in which he received extra eager birthday shagging along with a little trinket. She wasn’t the sort to remember things that didn’t affect her directly, and Rodolphus’ birthday fell solidly into that category. He didn’t care much. Rodolphus didn’t need the little trinkets she brought him whenever her mother reminded her of his birthday, he only kept a handful of them and only if they were actually useful. A cheap cigar cutter, a shotglass with a naked woman painted on the side, a giant bottle of lube – by far the most useful gift she’d given him and no doubt meant to be a joke. That came the same year he gave her a dildo replica of his own dick for her birthday (along with a trip to India), so he was expecting something equally fun in return come August. This year he had taken her to the states to see Queen play, along with a picture of his cock which was the real gift of the evening. There was no telling what his gift might be, though he’d settle for a used pair of her knickers and a picture of her cunt.
“Your present has arrived.” She didn’t like being formally announced and though she hadn’t visited the chateau many times before, Rodolphus was fairly sure Dorcas had ordered Ader not to speak to her, because the house elf was always unusually silent in her presence, simply nodding when given an order instead of his usual “yes sir” or “yes ma’am.” Dorcas liked to pretend that she hated his money and the extravagance it afforded her as his mistress, or whatever she was now that he was properly single, but the truth was, she enjoyed his wealth. Not only did Dorcas allow him to kidnap her and whisk her away to foreign lands for a few nights of exotic shagging whenever he felt like it, she also expected his house elf to clean up after her in her own home whenever the clutter became too much for her to handle on her own, or when Rodolphus made a mess of things in the moment. And she hadn’t even seemed to notice that her Gringott’s account had been replenished during her month-long sabbatical from work while she was being investigated for the murder of Rodolphus’ wife. Dorcas’ apparent displeasure with Rodolphus’ wealth was all for show and forcing his elf to serve her silently didn’t stop him from serving her.
“My present is early,” he remarked casually, turning around to see her. “Someone's eager to celebrate.” She’d been blonde for a few months now and was certain it was for him. She knew he loved blondes and with Bellatrix well and truly out of the picture, she didn’t need to disguise her attempts to seduce him. Caramel eyes traveled the length of her figure, stopping briefly to admire her legs and tits which were on display in that skimpy outfit. It was a clear departure to her usual tight jeans or running trousers. It affected him visibly. “Which gift should I unwrap first?” His words were playful as he stepped towards her, snaking his hand around her tiny waist and grabbing her bum firmly.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jul 31, 2018 12:50:50 GMT
Getting a mans attention was easy. Getting his stare was amusing. Getting Rodolphus' gaze was completely exciting. His gaze was that of a predator when she dressed in a more lady like fashion. She wasn't one for dresses or skirts usually but occasionally, when she did dress in such a way, Rodolphus benefitted from it too. His gaze was predictable too and once he was at her legs her eyes shifted to what she was looking forward to this evening. Quickly enough she was looking back up to those entrancing eyes of his that could seduce a celibate nun. He was close to her in less than a second, his arm about her and his hand precisely where it ought to be when greeting her in private. The idea it might be elsewhere was simply absurd. How anyone could keep their hands off her backside when alone with her was beyond her, even Tersha had a hard time keeping her hands to herself occasionally. Okay, maybe a couple of times. And usually there was a reason for it. Dorcas convinced herself it was more excuses than reasons as to why Tersha was touching her arse. Dust on her arse? Unlikely. Sticking a bunny tail on for Easter merriment? Ha! Excuses excuses, obviously.
"Personally I don't know how you're resisting this dynomite little package in the first place." She said seductively, knowing full well that as usual his present was naff and there was no point in even opening it yet. He could look at it and throw it out while she slept. It was only a white shirt with tiny grey people all over it. Tiny grey people having sex. Of course if you didn't look closely enough it just looked like a crappy shit -which it was. She was crap at buying presents but she'd always been told that it was the thought that counted so really she could get anyone any old crap and they'd be pleased enough with it. She on the other hand was a little up front and honest if she didn't like a gift but she didn't care if she didn't like it, she never gave things back. Perhaps she'd re-gifted a thing or five but at least she always said thank you.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 6, 2018 5:25:17 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
“Good point,” he replied, a dark smirk forming on his face. His fingers moved to the buttons of the tiny cardigan she wore, revealing more and more of his present as he did so. He nipped at her breasts as he pulled the top off her shoulders and then her arms, letting it fall to the floor. His hands returned to her skirt but he didn’t move to pull the zipper. Instead, he tilted his head thoughtfully as he evaluated her, both with his eyes and his hands. “It seems such a waste to take you out of this sexy little thing so quickly,” he remarked, enjoying her in feminine clothing, well, at least her lower half. Nude, as she was from the waist up, was also a very enjoyable sight. All in all, it was an excellent combination for his birthday, at least for the moment. “Perhaps I’ll let you dance for me before I free you from it.” He grinned wider, stepping back from her and pulling off his suit jacket, eyes locked on her figure. The waistcoat he wore underneath his jacket was a myriad of buttons and he took to unbuttoning each one single-handedly as he moved back across the room, tossing his jacket to one of the chairs that faced the large bed and sitting himself in the other.
He could see the little gift bag she had brought along more clearly from this angle. She was absolute shit at wrapping and he couldn’t understand why she continued her attempts at such endeavors. Dorcas really wasn’t very good at a number of trivial tasks that came naturally to most people, but what she lacked in basic skills and common sense, she more than made up for in sex appeal and proper morals. When she was around she had use of the Lestrange staff, as well, which could alleviate many troubles the witch encountered daily, especially now that she was coming over to his home on occasion, instead of making him slum it in her teeny tiny shack to get his rocks off. He’d be comfortable only having her here from now on, but there was the matter of his daughter, and he didn’t fancy Aurora asking too many questions where Dorcas was concerned. She was six now, and very inquisitive. Rodolphus made sure his princess was safely at her grandparents’ or uncle’s homes before allowing his mistress over to make a mess.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 20, 2018 2:38:53 GMT
It wasn’t often that Dorcas was seen in skirts or dresses. It was more often than she’d have liked but not that often at all. Christmas, a fancy night out, undercover work. Dresses and skirts had their places but in her every day life Dorcas preferred more comfortable clothing or clothes that were so bloody tight they’d occasionally do Rodolphus’ head in trying to get her out of them. Tonight was different. Tonight was his birthday and as was the same every year since they’d been screwing around, she was his birthday present. There wasn’t a whole lot she could give him or even wanted to give him, but at least this was mutually beneficial for the pair. He wasn't so bad to be around when there was sex involved ... or food.
"A dance?" She smirked, watching him back away after having taken her top off. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about it. She was able to move her body just fine but dancing wasn't something she'd ever been comfortable with, she had a tendency to overthink what it was she was doing with her feet unless she was completely drunk and then she was pretty sure she just rubbed her arse up against people and rubbed her hands over her body, that was simple enough. Thankfully this wasn't going to be actual dancing and she didn't need to be drunk to fondle herself in his presence. This was going to be a little bit of body moving and possibly looking like a giant twat, but if that was what the birthday boy wanted then she was happy to oblige.
Watching as Rodolphus took off his jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat was like watching a playwitch model come to life. Suave and sophisticated - it was fun to see this side of him. There was nothing wrong with just jumping one another but she did enjoy this view every now and then - it wasn't one she got to see all too often. When Rodolphus worked back late he wasn't usually this well put together and even if he was he was usually naked before she got the chance to enjoy him looking somewhat respectable. The nights he'd visit her after a murderous rampage he'd usually have changed into something all the more flexible and easy for killing. She could have somewhat appreciated that if it weren’t for the fact he was killing innocent people - or at least those that didn’t deserve it.
Pulling her wand out of a concealed back pocket in her skirt, Dorcas gave it a wave. Music started up, gently filling the room. Dorcas slipped her wand back in the concealed pocket of her skirt. She'd never really had to try to be sexy for anyone other than Rodolphus and even then nothing topped dying her hair blonde. Unfortunately she'd been blonde for a couple of months now and it wasn't much of a treat or a surprise for him any more which meant she actually had to put in a little effort. If it had been any other day she'd have laughed and told him to get stuffed but being his birthday she was stepping forward in his bedroom, running her hands over her body as she swayed her hips, stepping with purpose and turning as she stepped. It was ridiculous the things she was willing to do for him on his birthday. Wasn't it enough that she'd turned up to his home instead of expecting him at hers? Or that she was permanently blonde right now? Or even that she'd remembered that it was his birthday? She supposed she'd didn't mind too much and besides, she was sexy as hell.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 28, 2018 5:53:03 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Making note of her hidden pocket, so as to ensure he didn’t break her wand when he ripped that tiny skirt off her in a few moments, Rodolphus smirked as the music began to fill the room. He hadn’t really expected Dorcas to be so accommodating of his request, though he was quite used to getting whatever he wanted on his birthday. His thick brows raised, and his caramel eyes twinkled as he watched Dorcas run her hands over her scantily clad body, moving close enough in sync with the music that it wasn’t too terribly noticeable that she couldn’t dance. She could have turned around and bent over, wiggled her arse in his face and he would have been pleased as punch at such a performance but Dorcas, to her exceedingly warranted credit, put forth a little more effort into seducing him tonight.
Before long, Dorcas’ skirt was in shreds – Rodolphus having quite literally torn it off her. The blanket and sheets had been pulled from the bed and strewn about the bedroom. Furniture had gone sideways. A lamp had been broken. And that was only the bedroom.
A moment to catch their breaths turned into a snack break as Rodolphus ate fresh sushi off Dorcas’ naked body in the dinning room. In the kitchen, the chef prepared another tray to levitate in to them, no doubt uncomfortable but unsurprised by his master’s willingness to order him about while standing in nothing but his birthday suit and rummaging through the drawers of the kitchen looking for “a proper paddle” to use on his companion who was waiting in the other room. Rodolphus left with a spatula and kitchen twine, returning to his play mate with a wide grin.
Heavy snores broke the morning silence as Rodolphus lay sprawled out on his large bed, his face buried in a pillow and one arm draped over Dorcas’ naked figure beside him. His birthday had been most enjoyable and despite not drinking as much as he normally would, he was completely dead to the world as the sun crept through the break in the curtains. Dorcas had well and truly worn him out.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 28, 2018 6:21:46 GMT
Rubbing her right wrists with her left hand Dorcas wearily opened her eyes to the bright sunshine. The curtains were slightly parted, casting the suns bright morning rays directly across her left eye. She turned her head in towards Rodolphus and groaned softly. Waking up was always so difficult, especially after a night like last night. Rodolphus wouldn't have heard a thing though, his house could have been under attack, explosions and screams coming from all over and he would have slept through the lot as he snored on. She had to move his arm out the way to get up out of bed but he just carried on snoring. Dorcas knew she snored too but she denied it entirely though as she looked at the bit of dribble she'd left where she'd been laying on Rodolphus' arm, she decided to pretend it didn't exits and go and get something to it.
With her clothes absolutely wrecked from the night before Dorcas didn't bother with trying to find all the bits to repair it, instead she let herself into Rodolphus' wardrobe and pulled out a shirt. It probably cost more than the outfit she'd worn last night and she had no intentions on being careful with it. She buttoned all but the top two buttons and made her way out of the bedroom, not bothering to be quiet. If Rodolphus woke up then he woke up and she gave zero shits - it wasn't his birthday any more. Right now she wanted cereal. It was something she ate a lot of and made sure Rodolphus had some in the cupboards. He had his fancy food and she had what was essentially sugar coated cardboard.
After a few stays at Rodolphus' place Dorcas knew her way to the kitchen. She got herself some cereal and rather than eating at the dining table, she started making her way back through the house, heading for the bedroom. It should have been a relatively easy to get back to but there seemed to be an intruder in the home. A small little intruder. A small little intruder that looked remarkably like a cross between Rodolphus and some arsehole bitch she'd killed just months ago. Oh fuck. Fuckety fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Dorcas stood there, frozen to the spot as massive brown eyes looked at her, confused and confused some more. A house elf came in through the front door and froze for a second before its magic failed and bags dropped loudly to the floor, crashing and echoing. Dorcas didn't even flinch, she just stared at the kid - Aurora - not knowing what the hell to do next.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 28, 2018 7:15:35 GMT
Dead to the world. Rodolphus took no notice of Dorcas moving out from under him, nor her rummaging around in his wardrobe, or her pulling open the large doors and heading out into the hallway. He slept on, completely unaware that Aurora had woken up early at her grandparents’ home and had been pestering her grandad and grandmum for hours already, asking when she could see her daddy. Having quite enough of the spoiled child’s incessant begging, Adolph ordered Mopsy to take the girl home. Ceres gave her granddaughter a big hug and kiss, smoothing the unyielding curls around the little girl’s face, and then sent her home with a bag of sweets.
Giant eyes and dark, wild curls ran through the hallway of Lestrange Chateau, heading for Rodolphus’ study where she often found her father, though never this early in the day. Aurora couldn’t tell time yet, she simply knew the frequent places to find her daddy; the smoking parlor, the dungeon, or his study (which she wasn’t allowed in, but still managed to wriggle her fingers under the door to make her presence known). Dressed in a dark blue sundress with a matching bow in her hair, Aurora came to a sudden halt as she looked up at the strange woman wearing a dress that looked remarkably like daddy’s favorite shirt.
“Your dress is weird,” she stated unabashedly, not bothering to recognize that she didn’t know this woman and shouldn’t be speaking with strangers. A person inside her home was always a welcomed chance to talk and ask questions, two things Aurora was very good at doing. “You’re ‘spposed to eat at the table. It’s that way,” she instructed, pointing her finger in the opposite direction that Dorcas had been heading, back toward the kitchen. “What are you eating?” Aurora took several steps towards Dorcas, trying to eye whatever was in the bowl. “Can I have some?”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 28, 2018 7:39:41 GMT
Ooohh holy shit. This was not what she'd hoped for. Dorcas had no idea what to do with kids. Sure she could deal with Ariel but she was a baby, she'd only just turned one. Aurora was what? 9, 8 or something? Hell, she might even be 3 for all the attention Dorcas paid to Rodolphus' life outside of herself. The wild little princess in front of her was massive but still so small at the same time. She knew how to walk and talk so that was more than Ariel could manage. Why was she comparing the two? There was clearly no similarities that would help her situation right now. She couldn't just hold a shiny spoon in front of Aurora and expect her to be entertained ... or could she?
Before Dorcas could react to the small child by trying to distract her with the spoon in her cereal, Aurora spoke. "Buhhhh." Dorcas looked at her cereal, totally overwhelmed. She didn't have to deal with kids in her line of work, there were better qualified people to get sensitive information out of kids. Dorcas would mentally scar the fragile creatures and she was worrying that she was going to somehow mentally scar Aurora, after all the little girl had just found her - some random woman - in her home, in her father's shirt and nothing else, holding a bowl of cereal.
"Yeah, uh - no. Uh-" Dorcas stopped, her brow furrowed as she looked to the house elf, begging for help with her eyes. She looked back to Aurora figuring this was not her problem, Rodolphus was the one that got to deal with this, "It's - it's called cereal, why don't you ask your daddy if you can have some. He's still in bed." She suggested, hoping the kid would totally go for it so she could - crap! Dorcas had been hoping she could just apparate away but her wand was up in Rodolphus' bedroom, right where she'd just told the kid to go. How was she supposed to get out of this?!
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 29, 2018 3:17:07 GMT
“Daddy says cereal is for poor people, and I’m too pretty to be poor people.” The child smiled proudly up at Dorcas, swaying back and forth as she looked at the woman’s face then her cereal bowl. “Are you poor?”
Mopsy had gathered up the bags that she had dropped in the sudden surprise of seeing Dorcas in the home at such an early time. Master Rodolphus did not typically allow his whores over to his home, and on the rare occasion he did bring one back with him, he never permitted them to sleep over after he’d finished with them. It was completely unprecedented that Aurora would come face to face with one of her father’s loose women and it had taken the elf aback. With a snap of her chubby, wrinkled fingers, Mopsy banished the bags of personal items often toted around with the little princess to the girl’s bedroom. Mopsy, or Ader, could put the items away properly in a bit, after this situation was contained. “I’ll fetch Miss her clothes,” Mopsy said courteously, suspecting they were strewn about the master’s bed chambers. The quicker the woman dressed, Mopsy thought, the quicker she could leave, which meant less time for questions from her young mistress that couldn’t possibly be answered. Mopsy disappeared from the hall with a gentle snapping sound.
“She’s already got clothes,” Aurora protested, looking to the elf just as the creature disappeared. She turned back to Dorcas, inching closer still. “If you’re poor, why do you have so many clothes? I have loads of clothes, but I’m not poor.” Without skipping a beat, the topic suddenly changed. “Do you want to color with me? Daddy colors with me and then he makes it dance. Can you make it dance?” Aurora had taken hold of the end of Dorcas’ shirt and was tugging on the woman to come with her. “It goes like this,” she wiggled her body back and forth, then laughed, all the while pulling on Dorcas’ shirtdress.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 29, 2018 3:49:42 GMT
Of course he said that. Rodolphus was an arse and by comparison to him everyone was poor. Aurora's brazen nature was somewhat amusing, or at least it would have been had Dorcas not been stood in the young girls home in just a shirt. Her father's shirt. Bollocks. This was shite. She was never coming back here again if Rodolphus couldn't keep his bloody offspring locked away at his parents house or whatever it was he did with her. "So poor." She said with a vague hint of sarcasm, figuring by Aurora's standards she was probably poor as hell too but the blunt conversation was at least refreshing. There was always too much pretence. This kid was bold and blurted out whatever she wanted. Good for her.
The house elf left, leaving Dorcas alone with Aurora. This was worse. The damn creature could have taken the bloody girl with him ... her? Rather than leaving her with Dorcas. This was some kind of nightmare. Worse, really. Dorcas couldn't even imagine something this terrifying happening. She wanted nothing to do with Rodolphus' family. She'd already had a run in with his wife and the bitch had ended up dead, nothing good could ever come from their lives mingling like this. Sure he liked to piss her off by having tea with her mother and chats with her father or some crap, but they were normal people! No Lestrange was normal, she'd met three of them so far and they were all nut-jobs. Sure Rabastan seemed the most normal but that wasn't saying much. All Dorcas knew was that there was no chance of this kid being normal. She was likely as psychotic as the rest of them.
The girl asked about clothes but Dorcas didn't get a chance to respond. The house elf wasn't going to be able to find much of what she'd worn over last night because it was ripped to pieces. Rodolphus wasn't gentle. Before Dorcas could tell the kid she had a few clothes the conversation switched topics and Dorcas felt as though she'd blacked out for five minutes or something. How did the conversation just change like that? The kid was crazy. "That's some interesting dancing. I've never tried making drawings dance." She told the girl truthfully. She'd sent Rodolphus a drawing of a hand once. It was the back of a closed fist and she'd made it move alright, the middle finger had come up and flipped him the bird but she'd never done anything girly like dancing figures. "Maybe your daddy could draw with you." She said, because besides not wanting to spend any more time with the child, Dorcas also didn't have her wand and wanted to just get home and do nothing but make a birth control potion that would last her the rest of her life.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Sept 3, 2018 5:21:10 GMT
Aurora nodded thoughtfully at Dorcas’ suggestion that her daddy color with her. “Yeah, he can color, too. Do you want to color mermaids or princesses? I have both.” Aurora continued tugging on Dorcas’ shirtdress, turning a corner into a hallway that definitely would not lead to her father’s bedroom. “I like mermaids. They look funny. Daddy says there’s mermaids at Hogwarts and I get to go there in this many.” Aurora held up her hand, all five fingers stretched out to show how many years left she had until she was old enough to attend the magical boarding school. “I’m going to be on the quidditch team like daddy. I have a broom. See?” she said as she stepped into a large, overly pink bedroom. Against a large white wardrobe rested a glitter covered pink and purple plastic riding broom. A toy broom, of course, though Aurora thought it was the real deal because it hovered over the ground and Rodolphus played worried about how high she could fly on it.
The room itself was exactly what you would have expected from a spoiled little princess. Pink tufted walls matched the large headrest of the ornate bed frame, which was covered in lush pillows and blankets. A crystal chandelier hung above the bed. The floor was marble with a big shag carpet in the center of the room where Aurora liked to sit while she played. Next to her plastic broom was a floor lamp that looked like a white swan standing tall with a lamp shade over its head. The lamp turned and seemed to look at the woman and child as they entered the bedroom, them switched itself on and froze once more.A door on the far end of the room led to what was clearly a petite bathroom.
Letting go of Dorcas’ shirt, Aurora ran over to her desk and climbed onto the chair, then the desk itself. She reached up to the little shelf that sat over the desktop and pulled a pair of coloring books off it. Setting the books on the desk, she slipped backwards back into the chair, then set her feet on the floor. “Here,” the little girl said, big sparkling eyes looking up at Dorcas. She handed the coloring books to the woman. “Crayons!” Aurora hopped and turned back to the desk, pulling a box of crayons from the top drawer. “I want mermaids,” she said decidedly, plopping down onto a flower shaped cushion on the floor. “Find a pretty one.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Sept 3, 2018 13:30:14 GMT
Passing all sorts of expensive and tasteful antiques Dorcas was dragged through Lestrange Chateau in nothing more than a buttoned up shirt that barely came down over her arse. To make matters worse she wasn't even being dragged off to Rodolphus' bedroom by him. Things were crap right now. Dorcas had never wanted to meet this little psycho in the making for as long as she lived and yet now here she was, tugging the hem of the shirt and taking Dorcas off to her bedroom. Dorcas was not impressed with how the day was starting out and what was worse was that Rodolphus was probably still sound asleep, which meant she'd have no way of disappearing until the elf came back and distracted the young Lestrange with something shiny.
"Wow, that's ... that's really something." She said uninterested. She really didn't give a toss just when the kid would be at Hogwarts. Rodolphus would probably be married again by then to some bimbo and she'd get to stay home whenever he, or admittedly she, wanted some decent sex. This whole coming over to his place thing was annoying. The place was just ridiculous. Her place was indeed a shack compared to his bloody mansion of a home but she definitely preferred her cottage to this place. You couldn't get lost in her home.
The kid kept talking and she mentioned quidditch. Now that was a subject Dorcas could appreciate. If only Aurora actually knew a thing about quidditch then maybe she could have gotten stuck into a decent conversation with her about the sport. It was about the only one worth while in the wizarding world. Heck, the world! "That'll be fun." She said on the topic of the kid playing quidditch at Hogwarts but her thoughts became a mangled mess as she looked at the incredibly pink room while also thinking of her time on her house quidditch team and just how that had pretty much put her here today. If she hadn't joined the quidditch team then there was a strong chance she'd would never of had anything to do with Rodolphus. "I used to play quidditch at school with your daddy." She said, still distracted by the room and just saying whatever popped into her mind. "That's how we met." She realised Aurora was no longer tugging her along but rather on top of her desk, getting something from a shelf. Dorcas wasn't sure if that was safe or not, she figured it probably was, but she stepped in that direction anyway and was thrusted the colouring book once Aurora got down from the desk.
Dorcas looked to the book in her hand and then followed Aurora to the rug where the little girl sat herself down on a cushion. Dorcas looked down. There was no way she could sit without flashing off her phoenix nest. Had she known she was going to be forced to entertain a child for what felt like an eternity, then she would have dressed in a more appropriate manner but as it was she was screwed. "While this looks like the epitome of joy I'm going to have to pass. My cereal's getting soggy and it's no good if there's no crunch." Dorcas took a step back, hoping that a house elf would be along any second or better yet Rodolphus so she could throw the stupid colouring book in his stupidly handsome face.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Sept 3, 2018 17:18:43 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Aurora was sat on the floor with her dress spread out around her and her legs tucked under one side, just as her deportment tutor had taught her to do. She was busy pulling open the little box of crayons when Dorcas mentioned being on the quidditch team. Aurora’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she looked up at the woman who was now refusing to sit for their coloring session they’d clearly both agreed on. “You played with daddy?”
“Oi, what are you two on about?” Rodolphus’ voice broke through the room with a bit of noticeable concern at the partial conversation he’d just overheard between his daughter and his mistress. Surely Dorcas wasn’t telling the six-year-old of their affair, but it was an odd sentence to hear from his daughter’s mouth first thing in the morning. Mopsy had woken him and explained what had happened, including the part about Dorcas being practically naked in front of the unsuspecting child. It was enough to force him from his bed. He managed to tell Mopsy off for not protecting Aurora, as was her only job, as he pulled a pair of pyjama trousers on and headed out to find the mismatched pair of witches.
“Daddy!” Spilling the crayons all over the pink shag rug, Aurora leapt to her feet and ran full on into her daddy’s arms. Rodolphus knew to expect this, Aurora had been even more attached to him than usual since Bella’s death, and countered by bending down to meet her. The little girl’s arms wrapped instantly around his neck and his arms scooped her up under her bum as he returned to his full height, looking curiously over at Dorcas before his attention was pulled back to the mess of brunette curls chattering away at him, pressed against his bare chest. “Daddy, she plays quidditch!” she said excitedly of Dorcas. “She’s my friend. We are going to play. Can we play? I want to fly! Please, daddy!”
Rodolphus held the child in his arms, listening as she proclaimed Dorcas to be her friend, and stepped further into the room, nearing the blonde who stood there wearing only one of his button-downs. Shifting Aurora’s weight to one arm, he held out a pair of pyjama trousers to Dorcas. Mopsy had suggested giving Dorcas something of Bellatrix’s to wear but Rodolphus knew better than that. The witch would have went into a rage about being given his dead wife’s – whom she had murdered after being attacked – clothing to wear. Even if she had enough sense not to throw a fit about such a thing in front of Aurora, Dorcas most definitely would have lost it when the couple were in private. The pyjamas Rodolphus offered were his own, with a drawstring around the waist that she could tighten to keep them up, though the legs would have to be folded up as well, seeing as how Dorcas was barely taller than Aurora. Rodolphus smirked at that thought but turned his attention back to his little girl who was asking to play quidditch. “We can play later, love, after Dorcas goes home.”
“But I don’t want to play after! I want to play now! I want to play with my friend!” Aurora’s face contorted into a manipulative pout; her lower lip quivering and her dark brows furrowed pathetically. She twisted in her father’s arms to look at the witch, her new friend. “Tell daddy.”
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