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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Sept 30, 2018 23:49:51 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
The hot, stinging sensation Dorcas’ boil hex had caused had subsided now and the skin of his face felt smoother under the cloth as he took one last swipe of the potion, making sure he covered every affected area of his handsome features. Rodolphus wasn’t vain, not in the conventional sense and certainly not in the same way as a woman would be, but his appearance was important. He had been blessed with good looks, as both the Lestrange boys had, and Roddy often used that to his advantage, both in business and more personal matters. Dorcas was calling up the stairs to a little girl who seemed to not be responding, and Rodolphus moved toward the counter pulling a large knife from the block and using the metal to observe his reflection. Better, he thought to himself, noting how pink and tender looking his ear and jaw still appeared, but at least it wasn’t covered in boils any longer.
Dorcas shouted for Rodolphus. Sliding the knife back into the block where it had sat unused for far too long, possibly since it was purchased as he could never recall Dorcas using it or any other cooking utensil, Rodolphus left the kitchen, leaving the potion-soaked tea towel and vial sitting on the table. “Come on, love. We’re going now,” Rodolphus called out to his daughter as his feet hit the first step, then the second. Dorcas had already made it into the bedroom and Rodolphus saw the hallway lighten as the light from the bedroom windows shone through the now opened doorway. A black and white shadow dashed past him from the bedroom, nearly tripping Roddy as the cat darted beneath his feet. “Bloody Cat.” They were always under foot but he didn’t really mind them all that much. He wondered if Dog was still being tormented by the little witch, or if the calico had managed to avoid being detected.
The door to the en suite opened slightly and Aurora’s beautiful brown curls poked out. “Don’t tell daddy,” she whispered, her hazel eyes meeting Dorcas’ for only a moment before Rodolphus appeared in the bedroom. Aurora squeaked and shut the door. The sound of the lock latching could be heard.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he sighed to himself. Pushing past Dorcas, Rodolphus grabbed hold of the knob and shook the door a little but as expected it was locked. “Aurora, open the door.”
“No.”
“Open the door now.”
“No. I want Dorfus.”
“Aurora,” he said in a warning tone, his hand moving to his trouser pocket where his wand was hidden. Tapping the lock, accompanied by a soft “alohomora” he heard the latch turn over, and then the scrambling of child-sized hands fumbling to lock it again quickly.
“Just Dorfus! It’s a emergency. Go away, daddy!”
“Aurora, open the sodding door.”
“DORFUS!”
A sneering inhale was audible as Rodolphus turned toward Dorcas. “See what the fuck she wants so we can get out of here.” Because if the little witch continued to argue with him, Rodolphus was really going to lose his temper and then he’d have to pay for a new en suite for Dorcas’ shack – though that would be a considerable upgrade.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 1, 2018 14:20:09 GMT
She was nearly out. She'd hidden herself away in the ensuite that was positively tiny, smaller than her wardrobe almost, and yet she didn't want to see her dad? Dorcas had no idea what was going on. Sure she didn't actually take Rodolphus for much of a father figure really but she thought he and the kid got on well enough that she'd listen to him from time to time but it seemed she just didn't want anything to do with her father right now and Dorcas flummoxed. Rodolphus was here, his face was fine. What was Aurora so worried about? Dorcas greatly disliked that she was being thrust into Aurora's life once more but if it would get her out of the bathroom then so be it. It had to be done. "Stop thinking you can order me around or boils will be the least of your worries." She hissed as she shoved Rodolphus out the way and then placed her left hand on the ensuite door and her right on the handle, ready to get herself in fast if she could. If Aurora opened the door even a little then Dorcas was ready to literally get her foot in.
"Aurora," Dorcas, knocked on the door, because apparently a six year old was able to outsmart Rodolphus, though Dorcas really shouldn't have been surprised, Aurora was probably as big a pain in the arse as Rodolphus, "What's going on?" She asked, looking to Rodolphus and then back to the bathroom door. What was happening right now? Dorcas was sure she'd had nightmares something along these lines. Some small part of Dorcas hoped that she would wake up and find this was some kind of crazy wine dream, but the sensible part of her brain reassured her that this was indeed real life and that she was stuck playing mediator between Rodolphus and his daughter, if only to get her out of the sodding bathroom at this moment in time.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 5, 2018 6:13:40 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
"Stop thinking you can order me around or boils will be the least of your worries." Dorcas scolded him as she headed into the bathroom as he had instructed her to do. “Why? Have you got the clap?” he muttered under his breath, a small hint of a smirk appearing beneath his aggravated exterior. He turned, annoyed at the entire situation, and looked around the room. What the hell was he supposed to do here if he wasn’t preparing for, in the middle of, or finishing up after having screwed Dorcas’ brains out? His gaze wandering absently, he took in the mess his little princess had made. Aurora had thrashed the bedding in her playfulness, and a few of Dorcas’ dresser drawers had been pulled open. Roddy rummaged lightly through her bra drawer, finding the picture of his dick he’d given her for her last birthday at the far back of the drawer. Merlin help him if Aurora had seen that. Was that the reason she’d locked herself in his room? Did she even know what it was a picture of?
Inside the bathroom, Aurora had hidden herself behind the door so that her daddy couldn’t see her as she whispered against the wood of the door “don’t let daddy in” and then proceeded to unlock the door and turn the knob. The door opened just enough to allow Dorcas into the small loo, then Aurora shut it again and looked up at the older witch with a pitiful look on her face. “I got stuck,” she explained, and she was indeed stuck. Twisted around her polka dot dress was a bright blue bra, one arm hole completely around her waist and the other around her neck like a necklace. The cups hung lopsided and empty over the front of Aurora’s dress.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 7, 2018 3:03:36 GMT
What the hell was going on? What was with all this secrecy? What could Aurora possibly be up to that she'd allow a complete stranger to know about it but not her own father? The more time she was spending with Aurora and Rodolphus both, the more she was coming to the conclusion that Aurora and Rodolphus were not close, not even in the slightest. Sure he loved his kid - he'd be a monster if he didn't - but they were close, there didn't seem to be much trust there. Also yeah, he was a monster, but not a complete one ... maybe. Yeah, he couldn't be a complete monster. He'd saved her life! Or at least he'd saved her life after he'd killed her. Yeah, the guy that she had shagged regularly for ten plus years wasn't a top bloke but he was alright, and he may or may not have been helping her to get into the Death Eaters, so that was good! The sex was also fantastic so that was another bonus. Admittedly he was a bit of a murderer but in all honesty the only evidence she had was purely circumstantial, it'd never be enough to convict, though probably be enough to search his home and business, but Rodolphus was too smart to keep shit there ... right? Probably not, he was an arrogant sod.
"I won't let him in, I promise." She swore to the six year old that was currently hiding away in a minuscule ensuite. There was barely enough room for herself and Rodolphus so Aurora really didn't have to worry about Rodolphus trying to squeeze his gigantic arse into the tiny space if both the girls were in there, and even if he did try, Dorcas wanted this kid out of her house and if he jeopardised that then she'd blast his arse across the already trashed bedroom.
Dorcas slid into the bathroom quickly through the crack that Aurora had allowed. She took in the sight before her and sighed. Bra's were shit. They were the worst, and dear little Aurora was finding that out way too young. Dorcas closed the lid of the toilet seat and sat down on it, looking at the bra and just how Aurora had managed to tangle herself up. "Yeah, bras suck." She said in a matter of fact tone, not even mad that the six year old had rummaged through the underwear draw to get this. She just hoped she'd not seen the picture of her father's swinging dick. "You really don't wanna be messing with these things until you need them, they're not all that fun." Dorcas carefully maneuvered the bra around Aurora, pulling it this way and that to try and get it off the girl without hurting her or getting it snagged on her dress or curls. "How come you decided to try on the bra?" She asked, her tone just as it would be if she were talking to a friend, not demeaning or condescending, not mad or irritated, just wondering why Aurora might try and have a little fun with her bra of all things. At least she hadn't found Dorcas' grown up toys, or so Dorcas hoped.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 7, 2018 4:37:28 GMT
Aurora waddled the few short steps closer to Dorcas and held her arms out to the side as the older witch began untangling her. Tiny features turned towards the floor; the corners of her lips, her eyes, her chin. She felt her cheeks warm as Dorcas pulled her free from the bindings of womanhood that she had tried her hand at. Aurora nodded, brunette curls bouncing in agreement. Bras did suck. “Mummy never let me play in hers but you’re nice. You’re not angry with me.” It wasn’t a question, nor a statement. It seemed rather like an instruction though Aurora wasn’t meaning to be bossy. “You’re nice,” she repeated. Untangled from the bra straps, Aurora wiggled. She was happy to be free. “That’s why daddy likes you. And you have big boobs. I want big boobs. Mine are little, that’s why I got stucked.”
“Can I have it?” she asked, looking down at the vibrant blue bra still in Dorcas’ hands. “Daddy won’t buy me one, but your daddy bought you loads so I can have one. Right? It’s called sharing and we have to share with our friends, else they don’t like us anymore,” she recited. Aurora had clearly heard the explanation repeatedly from her house elf. The reminder only worked on Aurora some of the time. Like every other child her age, her willingness to share her playthings was dependent on her mood and who it was she was supposed to be sharing with. If Mopsy was ever truly insistent that Aurora share her toys when she didn’t want to, she would pout and throw the toy at the offending peer, scowling and crossing her arms like a spoiled little brat, followed by rounds of “it’s not fair” and “no one else has to share with me!”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 7, 2018 5:42:59 GMT
Bellatrix, angry? Never! Who could imagine that that particular brand of psychopath got angry!? What utter nonsense this child spoke! Dorcas wondered how Aurora felt about her mother. Was she better off now the woman was gone? Dorcas didn't really like to think much about it, but when the child was her in front of her, mentioning the psychotic cow, it did give Dorcas' mind the opportunity to wander. "I think you might be reading too much into things, kid." She said at the idea that Rodolphus liked her because she was 'nice'. That was not a reason why Dorcas was liked by Rodolphus. Her arse and being a great fuck was why she was liked by Rodolphus but there was no way that kid could ever know that. She was going to grow up messed up enough as it was, she didn't need to grow up too soon and especially not knowing random things like that.
Dorcas looked at the bra and then to Aurora. She was free of the contraption but she wanted to keep it? That was weird, right? Dorcas wasn't certain but it felt kind of weird. "I bought it myself, my dad doesn't by me bras." She told Aurora, expecting that Rodolphus would never buy Aurora bras either. That'd be left to her grandmothers and aunts or something. "That's not really something you can keep," Dorcas said, holding her hand out for Aurora to hopefully give it back without too much of a fuss, "And you don't have to share your things if you don't want to. Who ever told you that is an idiot." She informed Aurora. "If people don't like you because you won't share your things with them, then they can get stuffed - they're not worth having as friends." Life lessons from a borderline sociopath ... excellent.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 7, 2018 6:01:08 GMT
“Why doesn’t your daddy buy you things? Is he poor, too?” Aurora looked curiously at Dorcas before her eyes went wide and she leaned in. Whispering, she asked, “did he go to heaven like mummy?” Aurora didn’t know much about death, only what she had been told since her mother had passed. Mummy was in heaven and don’t speak of death in mixed company. Dorcas was as mixed as they came, partially because she was poor but mostly because Aurora didn’t truly understand the concept of mixed company yet. When her grandmum had first used the term, Aurora thought it meant they got stirred into batter like the kind the baker made when he made cookies for Aurora. She was aghast at the idea of people being mixed into her cookies and didn’t eat them for a week until her daddy explained the idea a little better, not well enough for her to really understand but enough that she didn’t think the cook was trying to make her eat people.
With a pout, she relinquished claim over the bra, but she didn’t stamp her feet or sulk too much as she normally would have. The idea that she didn’t need to share if she didn’t want to was more than enough to distract the spoiled little witch. “I knew Mopsy was lying. I’m going to tell daddy on her!” Forcing herself into Dorcas’ personal space, Aurora climbed onto the witch’s lap. “You’re smart.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 7, 2018 6:27:33 GMT
Even the whiff of a notion that Bellatrix, of all people was in any kind of Heaven - the ultimate place where truly good souls were spirited away to - was laughable. The idea that someone, probably a lot of someones, had mentioned it at all was completely hilarious! Dorcas fought so hard through the urges she had to laugh, the only thing keeping her grounded was those big darkened eyes looking at her. What colour were Aurora's eyes anyway? The lighting in the ensuite was not favourable for details such as eye colour. Dorcas didn't really want to know, what she wanted was her bra back and the kid gone from her house.
Aurora handed over the blue bra and Dorcas was relieved that there was no tantrum. Screaming and stomping in such a small and tiled space would make the sounds ricochet and potentially burst eardrums. Dorcas was not up for any suffering unless it was Rodolphus'. "You make sure you do that." She said in the hopes that tattling on the house elf would get the kid witch out of the bathroom but no, instead she'd climbed on top of Dorcas' lap. "Irrefutably." She said, "Now let's go tell daddy to buy you something pretty. How about a new dress or a golden broom or something ... else." Dorcas had no idea what Aurora would want but she just wanted the clingy little witch out of her home as soon as humanly possible.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 7, 2018 8:01:48 GMT
Mopsy was a good elf, all the adults in her life were always saving that. Aurora loved her elf but she didn’t like being told what to do and she certainly didn’t like being lied to. Mopsy was in for a hell of a night when the little witch arrived home. She wouldn’t be listening to any of Mopsy’s rules for several days, claiming Dorfus said she was a liar and she didn’t have to believe anything Mospy said.
Aurora didn’t know what irrefutably meant, but judging by the look on Dorcas’ face, she gathered it was a good thing. Wiggling on Dorcas’ lap to get comfy, Aurora smiled. Completely in the dark about Dorcas’ desires, Aurora made herself comfortable and was prepared to settle in for a fun day playing with her friend. They’d already played hide and seek – and Dorcas and daddy were both terrible at it. Jumping was fun but the cats hadn’t wanted to join her and when they ran to hide under the dresser it had drawn Aurora’s attention away from the makeshift trampoline, which led to her entangled in a bra far too large for her six year old body. “I want to play with your doggy. I found this many kitties,” she said holding up two fingers, “but your doggy is hiding. Maybe he’s walking your daddy.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 7, 2018 8:26:18 GMT
The girl was not moving, instead she seemed to be making herself more comfortable and DOrcas had not signed up for this at any point. This, all of this, was entirley Rodolphus' doing. He was 1000% at fault and if he didn't fix this then Dorcas was going to lose her shit at him and possibly stop seeing him ... for a month or so, not indefinitely. She still liked pleasure and she still needed him for that. Not always, but just over a month and she'd actually start to miss what he could do to her. Plus she needed him to get into the Death Eaters. That was all though, if it weren't for that she'd convinced herself she'd be perfectly happy living her life without him in it, she'd always thought this would only be a couple of times thing, she'd never expected it to go on for two sodding years or imagined that she'd be sat on the loo with his daughter on her lap for Merlin's sake!
"I don't have a dog. My cat is called dog." She said, "Why don't you get daddy to go buy you a doggy." She suggested. "Rodolphus!" She called, throwing the bra over the shower so he wouldn't question why she had it in hand and if he so happened to spot it in her shower then he'd probably just come to some conclusion about her being a slob - which to be fair could be quite accurate at times, "Rodolphus! Time to buy your daughter a dog." She was done waiting for Aurora to take a hint, apparently you couldn't hint at kids - who knew? But what you could do was demand subtley to their parent to take them the hell away so you could get back to your wine and chocolate. Screw it, she was going to need cheese too after all this fuss and nonsense.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 9, 2018 6:38:39 GMT
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Disappointment was visible on the child’s face for only a moment, replaced by confusion then understanding. A cat named Dog. Aurora had never heard of such a strange and wonderful thing. It made her smile, her hazel eyes twinkling as she swung her legs back and forth near the side of the toilet. There wasn’t much space for movement with the two of them sat there, but Aurora was tiny and she managed to get enough wiggles out without completely bouncing off the walls. At the suggestion that her daddy buy her a puppy, Aurora’s face lit up. “I’m going to name him Monkey!” she shouted excitedly, a little too loud so near someone’s face, but certainly not loud enough to warrant scolding. “Uncle Rabby calls me Monkey Cheeks. Puppy will be Monkey with me!” Scrambling off Dorcas’ lap, Aurora bolted for the door, flinging it with such gusto that the knob slammed into the wall with a noticeable smack.
The noise and sudden movement drew Rodolphus’ attention, who’d taken to lounging on Dorcas’ bed, his arms folded underneath his head in an altogether relaxed appearance. The position was keeping him from wearing a hole in Dorcas’ rug from pacing angrily, but the girls weren’t huddled away long enough for him to actually relax any. At seeing the door fling open, Rodolphus sat up, Aurora barreling towards him with a gleeful expression. “Daddy! Dorfus said you will buy me a puppy. I’m going to name it Monkey! Dorfus has a kitty and it’s called Puppy. Dorfus is silly, daddy.” Aurora giggled as she fell on her father in a playful manner.
“A puppy?” Roddy asked curiously, pulling his daughter up to sit on his lap so that he could look at her properly. “Won’t your dragon get jealous if you’re spending all your time with a dog?”
“Falkor can play with Monkey, too.”
Lifting Aurora around the bum and hoisting her up with him, Roddy scooted himself off the bed and popped Aurora on his hip. She was getting too big to carry around like this all the time, but she preferred it and she was far too wiggly for side-along apparition in any other position. Rodolphus often worried about splinching her, and for short distances they would almost always take a carriage. Had a trip to Dorcas’ cottage been planned, they would have used the Floo, but this most certainly had not been planned and was such a horrid spur-of-the-moment idea that it wasn’t likely to occur ever again.
“Alright, princess. Let’s get you a puppy.” Rodolphus withdrew his wand from his pocket and Aurora instantly began to twist out of his arms.
“Wait!” she hollered. “I have to say goodbye! Manners, daddy!” Slipping out from Rodolphus’ grip, Aurora ran to Dorcas and wrapped her arms around the witch’s legs. “Bye Dorfus! Next time I’m going to bring Monkey (that’s my doggie)” she whispered, as if it was a secret between just the two of them, “and he can play with your kitties, okay!” Her inflection went up at the end of the sentence, suggesting it was a question, but this was not a question. This was a definitive statement because why wouldn’t Dorcas want to play with Aurora’s new dog?
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 10, 2018 11:51:07 GMT
'Monkey Cheeks' Dorcas smiled a little. That was kind of straight up adorable. She had a little nickname for Ariel (Fish Face) that she felt was quite adorable. She hadn't ever really thought of Rabastan as an uncle before. He was too much of a nit wit to be thought of as anything other than incompetent at his job, really. It was sweet that Aurora had a fun little relationship with someone in her family and perhaps it was that connection that would mean the child wouldn't be a full blown psycho witch like her mother when she grew up. "Two little monkeys." She smiled, glad that it was enough to get Aurora in a happy mood and to get her out of Dorcas' ensuite. The place wasn't exactly ideal for chit chat. Actually none of her home was ideal for chit chat with the child of the woman she'd killed a few months ago. Come the little witches teenage years just how exactly did Rodolphus think this was going to go down? She'd be old enough, and more than likely smart enough, to look into her mothers death and find that good ol' 'Dorfus' was the one to have done the deed, and better still he dad had taken her around to her cottage. What the fuck!?
As much as it was playing frequently through Dorcas' mind she wanted to forget it. They were out of the bathroom and there was some kind of back and forth about Aurora's new puppy. Dorcas was barely listening. She was wondering what block of cheese she'd get started on and whether those crackers in the cupboard were fresh enough to eat or if she should get herself some more. Well she wasn't wearing a bra and she really didn't fancy putting one on to head out, but she supposed it would be simple to just put a jumper on, or even easier would be just to call her mum up and have her come over, Dorcas knew that her mum would absolutely love that and - "Huh?" Dorcas looked to Aurora, taken away from her thoughts, as the child wrapped herself around Dorcas' leg, causing Dorcas to wobble a little with how unprepared she'd been. "You'll have to check with daddy." She smiled, putting the whole of the 'no fucking way' on his head. He'd fucking suffer if he dared bring her back again, and she hoped the sarcastic looking smile she threw his way portrayed that sentiment. "Goodbye, Aurora." She said, changing her smile as she looked down to the little child, "Enjoy your time shopping for a puppy." She said, losing her patience and ready to shoo Aurora and Rodolphus out the sodding door.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 14, 2018 7:07:43 GMT
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As was often the case when children were entrenched in the world of adults, Aurora was completely oblivious to the glares being sent from Dorcas to her father, and the aggravated look on her father’s face as Aurora hugged his mistress and made plans for another so-called play date. The child was innocent in her ignorance as she waved goodbye and trotted off to her father’s side where she lifted her arms to be held. “I will bring Monkey doggy tomorrow and you can bring Puppy and Kitty. They’re hiding in your dresser. And you can show me your castle tomorrow, too! Bye Dorfus!” With her arms wrapped around her father’s neck, she nuzzled against the man, still oblivious to the tension in the room. “Daddy, you have to say goodbye,” she whispered, as Roddy made a motion to leave.
“See you around, love.” His expression softened only slightly, annoyance still evident on his face though his daughter cuddling against his neck made him look much less threatening. He turned on his heel and the pair disapparated. Less than a minute later a cracking sound could be heard downstairs as Ader has appeared and had already begun cleaning up the mess of wine and chocolate that had spilled in the sitting room. He had instructions to clean up the messes Aurora had made and to see to it that Dorcas’ pantry was properly stocked. It was Rodolphus’ means of apology which he already knew wouldn’t go over well, but it had never stopped him before.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 14, 2018 8:36:54 GMT
Hiding in the what!? Dorcas' eyes shot to the dresser and she walked over to it, making no effort to say goodbye to Rodolphus or his daughter right now. She was more concerned about what his mental daughter had just done to her cats! What in the hell!? Where did she get the sodding impression it was okay to do things like that? She really was a little psychopath. Major sociopath in the very least. She had too many of her mother's genetics and it wasn't going to play well for the world. The world was in terrible danger, but by the time Aurora was grown up enough to terrorise the world, there'd be a whole new crop of younger Aurors to take care of her. Dorcas wouldn't have to do it, although if it was as easy as humiliating her by telling the world about her embarrassing bra story, then Dorcas would contemplate stepping in to stop the brat. Did anyone have any embarrassing tales of Voldemort?
"See ya." She muttered, Pulling open the draw and looking down at two purring cats, snuggled up around one another, sleeping and content. At least they were both alive, she thought as she made sure to watch for each of their breaths. If the kid had killed them first then she'd definitely have to step in ... or talk to Tersha about what a fucking psycho child she was. Yeah, that was more likely to happen. The sound of Ader downstairs was actually a welcome one. After having dealt with Aurora and Rodolphus, Dorcas just wanted to head out and forget this had ever happened. She got herself dressed, knowing she'd return to an immaculate home full of food and probably fresh flowers to replace the wilting ones on the dining table and the almost dead ones in the kitchen. As much as Dorcas protested Ader, she did actually like not having to look after herself. It kept life way more straight forward. Having to concentrate on fending for her life was chaos enough without having to worry about spilt wine. Dorcas showered and dressed herself for a night out and disapparated from her home to land on the outskirts of Tersha's property. Bitches were about to get wasted.
Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 376
Notes: <3
Outfit: Home early
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