Highest of Compliments (Dorcas)

So her threats were usually pretty empty when it came to Rodolphus and he knew it. Since having been discovered by his daughter just over a month ago, Dorcas had been adamant that she would never return to Rodolphus' home. She didn't want to risk getting caught by his daughter again but he ensured her that the young little witch would be away at his parents and she would not be returned until his say so. Did she believe that? Of course not, but it was fun to have a hell of a lot more rooms to fool around in and she was trying, at least a little, to keep him in a good enough mood to get her into the death eaters some way. Everything was taking so much longer than she'd hoped, and probably longer than old Dumbledore had been expecting, but Dorcas felt it was happening, or it was happening. Or it had been until that fateful June day when Bellatrix had blasted her way into Dorcas' cottage. Dorcas had the fortune of not being a complete psychopath and so all she'd done was defend herself, and it was just as well because had she fought back she was sure there would have been a longer inquest into the events of that evening.

To add to the massive list of pains in the arse, she had been discovered at Rodolphus' home by his six year old daughter, who he then brought over to Dorcas' place less than two weeks later. Between his wife and daughter, Rodolphus had taken his time mentioning her to Voldemort and Dorcas was beginning to think she was going to have to find another way in. If he didn't want his life any more tangled up with her then she understood, she really understood. Things were more complicated than she'd have liked with him but he was her best shot at getting in, Dumbledore felt and that guy was rarely wrong.

Dorcas was about to object to the whole present idea when Rodolphus added on that she could consider it an early birthday present. It was over a month until her birthday and usually she would have told him to keep it until her birthday but perhaps she was in for a treat, something that might actually be useful, or considering what they'd been doing, perhaps it was something for now, some new like ropes or silk ties. Wrapping a thin, white bed sheet around her, Dorcas yanked the other end of it from off the bed where it had been hanging down. Once she had it tucked around she made her way to what she knew to be a ridiculously large wardrobe. She opened the door, not all that enthused about what awaited her, and when she saw the white box with the bow she was a little intrigued.

Bending over and picking the box up, Dorcas wondered what was inside. It had a little weight to it but nothing that could be considered heavy. She turned around and headed out of the wardrobe, making her way back to Rodolphus and sitting down beside him. "I hate gifts." She quietly told him, looking at him accusingly. She tugged on the bow and watched it unravel, with one last glance to Rodolphus she opened the box, a small smile on her lips as she explored its contents. She was in? He'd quietly been working on getting her in? "I guess this is one gift I can accept." She said, stone faced as she looked at Rodolphus and then smirked, not bothering to contain the satisfaction that the gift brought her.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 607
Notes: <3
Outfit: a white bed sheet

Rodolphus' wandering hands were something Dorcas was all too used to. She still didn't like the idea of being at his home but she punished him in little subtle ways, covering up when they weren't fooling around was all she could manage for now and she was too interested in her present to smack his hand away or break a finger as a warning to him, and she supposed she shouldn't go breaking anything in his body, not when he got her exactly what she'd been wanting for a few months now, something she was sure she was going to have to get another way. She had to admit, the cloak and gloves were a nice touch. Were they standard issue? Dorcas felt like a terrible Auror because she honestly couldn't tell if every Death Eater she'd encountered had been wearing the same cloak or not. Fashion had always alluded her. It was more Tersha's thing, and Paris', and Geralina's. Certainly not hers.

Rodolphus placed the mask over her face and it was the first time in her life that she ever felt dirty, like a whore. She was about to dive into a whole different life that was everything she believed to be bullshit. She wasn't just going to dive head first into this world, she had to act as though she was apart of it. She had to hold a mask up to her face, much like the one Rodolphus held in place now, and she had to live that lie. There was no letting on that it wasn't her, not even for a second and right now, it was all too real. The mask to her face was it. There was no backing out. It was a sobering reality to face but as Rodolphus made his way down between her legs, she felt a whole lot better about the mask on her face.

Panting once more and laying across Rodolphus' chest, Dorcas was ready to face the night that was ahead of her, after a shower. At some point the mask slipped from her face and it was like a freedom she'd never known. While she could breathe just fine she found it suffocating to her soul. She knew tonight was going to be a test but just how much of a test was it going to be? They'd leaked information of known Order members months ago, just names and then they'd made it look like they'd packed up and left their homes in the middle of the night. They'd been moved to a safe house while information was dropped that they were continuing to move, while actually staying in the same place, but that couldn't go on forever so Dorcas was going to have to send Dumbledore a patronus when she could, letting him know that tonight was the night she would face her initiation. Merlin she hoped it would be the little trail they'd laid out for the Death Eaters. If she had to actually slaughter some innocent people then that was going to suck and probably weigh heavily on her conscious, but it had to be done, pawns had to be sacrificed every now and then. That was something she was questionably comfortable with.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 540
Notes: <3
Outfit: nowt!

"Bite me." She told him as he told her to call the cook. Call the sodding cook? That was not likely. And no cereal?! It was like he didn't even know her right now. Just because she was about to go out and potentially meet Voldemort, did not mean that cereal wouldn't do just an excellent job of sustaining her. But she would probably need food tonight. She couldn't very well have her stomach growling from hunger when possibly receiving a dark mark, though admittedly that'd be a fun story for Dumbledore over a glass of wine. Dorcas wondered what happened to followers that farted in Voldemort's presence. Did he find it disrespectful or did he just ignore it. It was pointless to wonder such things but it was daft little thoughts like that that made the evening ahead less daunting. She had a task ahead of her that might destroy just about anyone else, but keeping her thoughts on the bizarre stopped her from overthinking anything else. She needed to keep her mind void of emotions and thoughts, close herself off without raising suspicions. She had to deceive an accomplished legilimens. Dumbledore felt she was ready and so did she.

Searching the room for her wand, Dorcas found it while Rodolphus showered. Once she found it she used it to pull the robe out of the box and hung the robe in mid air, floating in front of her. It looked nice. Probably more expensive than all the other clothes that she owned. It made no difference to her how much an item of clothing cost, it was all going to get wrecked by Rodolphus or her job eventually. It made no sense to splurge on expensive items.

Once Rodolphus turned the shower off, Dorcas laid her new cloak on the messy bed. Her mask and gloves beside it she made her way towards the bathroom as Rodolphus got himself dressed. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror before entering the bedroom once more, seeing Rodolphus all dressed and looking respectable. She smirked. It amused her how he fooled the world the way he did. "Okay." She said softly. She watched his arse as he left the room, shutting the bedroom door behind himself. Dorcas smirked again though it was more of a slanted smile, making her way into his ensuite and cleaning herself up in the shower, thinking of how Lord Voldemort must have been as much of a drama queen as Dumbledore - if not more. Honestly, who called themselves 'Lord'? What was he supposed to be Lord of exactly? Lord of the Flies? Lord of the Dance? Merlin she hoped it was fucking Lord of the sodding Dance, declaring to all that they should follow him to the dance. That would be truly spectacular.

After a quick wash and doing her hair in record time, Dorcas got out of the shower and just dried herself off with her towel and her hair with her wand. She fixed her hair as much as she was capable of without hours upon hours to sort it and she applied a little make up that she'd been keeping at Rodolphus' place. She brushed her teeth and then made her way out into the bedroom, shutting herself down from thoughts and feelings, there was no place for anything other than concentrating on what she had to do tonight. She got herself dressed and slid on the black robes Rodolphus had gotten her. She looked over the mask that would bring terror to many lives. There had been many masks, just like this one, that had destroyed families, hiding the faces of the cowards that donned them and now it was her turn to wear one and she felt nothing. Compartmentalising was a very useful talent.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 637
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, aww.

There wasn't a lot of time and so Dorcas had to work fast. She was dressed and ready in record time and she zipped through the house, knowing it well enough for the fastest escapes possible. She was prepared for a lot, she'd been anticipating a night like this even though she had doubts creeping in that she was going to have to find another way into the Death Eaters before long. If that was the case then she'd have to go back to Dumbledore, call him a colossal wankjam and formulate a new plan, something that didn't involve Rodolphus. Thankfully that was not necessary for the stupid dick monster had decided to surprise her out of the blue, or what felt like out of the blue for her, for Rodolphus she imagined there was a bit of work involved. Whatever he'd been up to, and whatever anyone else might have been up to, she'd been behaving herself as much as she could. Now it was time to step out a little, pull off something that would get her busted if she was caught, but there was no way she'd get caught, her arrogance wouldn't allow it.

Once out of Rodolphus' home, Dorcas made her way to the closest point from which she could apparate. She had no idea how long she had before Rodolphus' return and so she had to act quickly. She left his estate, making her way to a new location and then another and another, she sent off her patronus, a little cat that leapt from her wand, and then she made her way back to Rodolphus' home via a few very quick stops. If there was anyone tracing her magic then hopefully it was enough to confuse them and have them lose track of her. It didn't seem likely that someone might be tailing her but in situations like this, you really couldn't be too careful.

Once back Dorcas made her way calmly back to the bedroom. She opened the bedroom window and lent against the window sill, looking out at the spectacular view. The gentle breeze gently caressed at her cheeks and blew at the loose wisps of hair around her face. She waited there for a couple of minutes, contemplating her task for this evening. She'd taken lives before but she'd always done it out of necessity, or by way of an accident. If you were going to fail then you may as well fail rather spectacularly and accidentally killing twelve out of the sixteen people in the building you were supposed to be helping arrest. At least they were all arseholes that the world was better off without so Dorcas had barely lost any sleep over it. The first few weeks had been rough but after having tortured herself and gone over their files enough, she decided she could love with herself and carry on with her job. It was the first big investigation into her during her career but it wasn't the last.

Dorcas was ready for the night ahead. Rodolphus entered the room and Dorcas turned about from the window, just in time to catch whatever it was he'd thrown. Whatever it it was it smelt amazing. Opening the bag she smirked, he knew her far too well and yet funnily, not well enough, at least that was an advantage for herself. Dorcas pulled out a hamburger and unwrapped it from it's packaging. She took a bite and chewed as Rodolphus complimented her with that look he had when she was in for one hell of a night of fun with him. She supposed he thought that would be exactly what this was so his reaction made sense. "Pic-yure uv sof-istica'ed grace." She said, mouthful of burger and not ashamed of it for a single second.

Dorcas swallowed her mouthful and held her burger and the bag in one hand, taking the picture from Rodolphus and looking at the couple she knew all too well. She liked the pair, they were decent people and Dorcas was pleased to see that their rumours had been followed, that their little trail was leading to tonight as planned by Dumbledore. How in the fuck did the old coot manage it? "It's Dumbledore - the scum at the bottom of the barrel is all he has." She said as an off handed comment. It was easy enough to bitch about Dumbledore really because half the time the saucy little minx deserved it. Wait, did she just call herself scum? Yes. Yes she did.

Rodolphus was clearly excited but to Dorcas it was work, or at least work like, plus she had a burger in her hand and she was pretty sure another in the bag, maybe some fries too. She wanted to eat! "I think I can handle all two of them." She said, a little smirk but her words sarcastic as hell, 'think' she could handle them? There were only two people there, two people would be no issue at all, she was an auror and while she'd never actually taken the time to get to know what Anna or Karl did, she knew that no matter what they didn't. they'd be no match for her. Though of course this was a set up and they weren't actually going to die, but no one knew that. Shh.

Rodolphus was trying his best to be sexy, bless him, but Dorcas' mind was elsewhere. Right now there were far more important things than thinking about sex and what they were going to do later because right now she was sexually satisfied a few times over and just hungry. When Rodolphus pulled away she bit into the burger, chewing purposefully at him and then swallowing her mouthful, "You're gonna have a hard time topping food." Sitting herself down on the stool-bench-whatever at the end of the bed, Dorcas carried on eating her burger as Rodolphus spoke. She set the greasy bag beside her, not caring if it made a mess of his little bench and looked up at him, her gaze following him as she ate and she crossed her right leg over her left. She did wait for a moment before she could talk without mashed up hamburger in her mouth though. "What time do we start?" She asked, taking yet another bite of her burger, wondering if her love of cheap food was holding anything up right now or if they were expected at a certain time.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 1,082
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, aww.

Measuring time in food was not a new concept to Dorcas. Rodolphus knew all too well that she wouldn't be going anywhere without having eaten and it didn't matter who demanded her presence, though she supposed if Voldemort himself was waiting for her then maybe she'd be a bit more punctual, but only a bit, she didn't want to give the bloke any hopes that he was better than a bag of greasy burgers. He may have been an all terrifying or whatever, but did he come above burgers? Well for now he did. He had to if she wanted in on the Death Eaters. Plus he was supposedly somewhat terrifying because he was apparently an incredible wizard, and even Dorcas' arrogance wasn't enough to let her think she could defeat him single handed, but she was trusting Dumbledore's judgement that she could use her occlumency to such a level that his legilimens abilities would not have her discovered and that was certainly something. Years of working on her skills with Dumbledore and here she was. No doubt this had been Dumbledore's plans from the beginning. He was a shrewd one.

It didn't surprise Dorcas that Rodolphus would have the safe house warded in one way or another. As much as he was a dickhead, he wasn't a stupid dickhead. He was actually very smart, smarter than her but she'd never admit that out loud. He was that type of arsehole everyone secretly hated yet loved, he was smug and for good reason. Not that Dorcas had ever really thought much about him during school. She'd only ever wanted to avoid him during that bit of her fifth year that he would make it clear that he wanted a little fun, and even then she'd "accidentally" cross his path and try and resist his lack of charm, but it never worked. She'd hated that she'd enjoyed the way he'd made her feel but it wasn't like anyone had ever known. Apart from Tersha close to his graduation. Or maybe after. It was so long ago now that Dorcas couldn't remember. Memories crossed into one another while others were so faint they were nearly gone. Nevertheless his graduation had not been the end of anything like she had thought it would be. No, his graduation was really only the beginning.

Food, floo, apparate, apparate, apparate, apparate. She knew the deal, Rodolphus was clearly forgetting what she did for a living and she made damn sure that he remembered. They were all over the place, going via busy magical communities so that their trails could easily be tangled up in those of others and then they were near the safe house. Dorcas was well unaware of the layout inside the safe house. She had made the choice of not knowing when Dumbledore offered her the opportunity. This had to be organic, natural. She couldn't go in knowing the layout but judging by the size of the place and the location, it seemed to be in a predominantly muggle community, she was willing to bet it was straight in to some stairs, lounge and dining room to the right, kitchen on through the back and upstairs was a bathroom and two bedrooms. It was an average little home in an average muggley neighbourhood. If there was more to the place than she expected then that was definitely a crap oversight on the purpose of the safe house, although perhaps that was how Dumbledore allowed the location to be leaked, perhaps there had been a surge of magical activity in a muggle neighbourhood where there ought not be any magic at all. Either way, she was better off not knowing the layout of the home.

Shouldering Rodolphus' hand away from her back Dorcas walked across the street, her eyes taking in the bedroom window where the couple had been. Back in the early days of her career she used to get butterflies. She'd be a little nervous over what was to come, but those days were long gone. What would happen would happen and Dorcas would come out of it alive, she always did and she always would. She was damned good at her job, one of the best, and it was a part of her life that she actually took seriously. That all transferred to this, to tonight, so as her eyes drank in the sight of the open front door and the bland brick exterior, Dorcas kept her training at the front of her mind, treating it mechanically, going through the motions.

Dorcas withdrew her wand. The mask was surprisingly more comfortable than she had expected but it was not something she cared for. If you had to hide behind a mask to make your point then you were a coward, in Dorcas' opinion. She'd much rather have to face Death Eaters face to face but they liked their anonymity, they cared too much about what people thought of them, more than they cared for their cause. Still here she was, trying to become one of them. Yay. "Wait here while I check downstairs." She told Rodolphus, knowing there probably wasn't anyone downstairs after they'd sighted the couple upstairs but she had to check. What if they had someone else with them, right?

In Dorcas went, quietly past Rodolphus and through to the lounge. It was empty and clear as she suspected and so she made her way through to the dining area and kitchen. The home was very similar to how she'd expected it but not exact. With a peek downstairs completed Dorcas made her way back out to the hallway. Quietly she started her way up the stairs, treading lightly, stepping gently. A stair squeaked and Dorcas paused for a second. She could hear the couple upstairs talking lightly with one another but she couldn't make out any words. Their sounds were muffled to the point that their bedroom door was closed, no doubt anticipating this evening, preparing themselves to "die".

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 1,001
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, aww.

Up the stairs and Dorcas looked one way and then towards the bedroom she believed the Anderssons to be in. She listened out, hearing the voices coming from the bedroom but more so listening for anyone else that might be present. There seemed to be silence everywhere else and so Dorcas continued on her path. Following the way to the bedroom she could hear the couple moving around and then the sound of mattress springs as someone either sat down or got into bed. Dorcas moved quietly, listening as much as she could until she heard the springs go again. They were either both in bed or they were both standing again but this was her chance to blast down the door and hopefully, keep them safe. Dorcas wasn't sure of what charms were placed on the house but supposedly there wasn't much that could actually kill this couple, but Dorcas had to make it look real enough without resorting to the unforgivable. Should be easy enough, right?

Giving herself some space from the doorway, Dorcas raised her wand, leaning back a little and then threw a spell at the wood door. The right half splintered away, completely shattering and handle flying off, flew into the window but did not break the glass. Shatterproof. No doubt a spell. The door had flown open, hit the doorstop behind it and closed again, although with no handle to keep it in place it lazily swung open and Dorcas made her way into the mess, the couple indeed in bed and scrambling for their wands. Dorcas flicked her wand, sending the bed flying onto its side, the mattress coming down over the couple and meeting the wall half way, creating a small alcove. First came Mr Andersson, throwing a spell that Dorcas dodged narrowly, leaning to the side as the jet of blue light whizzed past her and hit the door behind her. With another slash of her wand she moved the bed, the frame audibly dragging across the floor, crashing into the dresser where a little bowl sat with a gold fish that had been sleeping beneath the blue pebbles in the bottom. The bowl tumbled to the floor, smashing and throwing water, sparkly pebbles, and glass all over the room. The gold fish flapped around on the floor, suffocating as it tried to cling to life but Dorcas paid it no attention, instead she grabbed a large shard of glass from the broken bowl just as Mr Andersson came running out from his mattress shelter, tackled her to the ground, causing Dorcas to drop her wand while he shouted for his wife to run.

Dorcas balled her fist up tight and clocked Karl across the jaw. The lump fell off of her and Dorcas saw Anna running for the door. Grabbing her wand and leaving the glass, Dorcas scrambled to stand and sent a spell at Anna's feet, binding them together with rope. The witch fell and twisted herself around to face Dorcas. She raised her wand and Dorcas approached, the black robes handing perfectly off her tiny frame and the mask forgotten about by Dorcas for she had been concentrating on Anna and Karl. With a slash of her wand, Anna's wand went flying across the room, hitting the wall. Dorcas climbed on top of the wriggling witch, her wand raised while Karl gathered himself and grabbed the glass shard Dorcas had left behind, "Hold still," she said to Anna, adding a laugh onto the end of it because if she was selling it, she was going to sell it properly.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 601
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, aww.

It took a little effort to pin the other witch down and while it was going on Dorcas heard Karl breathing heavily, she tracked his movements closely, waiting for him to come at her because although they were somewhat aware of the situation and aware that this was the best way for them to get away from their wanted status in the UK, naturally they had to fight back and really, they couldn't be sure that it was definitely Dorcas beneath the mask so she was expecting the worst of what they could throw at her. She was equipped enough to handle them both but just as she was about to punch Anna and take care of Karl, Rodolphus did something that pissed Dorcas off to no end. Dorcas silently clenched her jaw, swung a heavy punch at Anna and swiped her wand fast. The witch beneath her gasped and instantly grabbed at her own throat and blood started pouring between her fingers and covering the floor around her head. Dorcas just assumed Dumbledore knew what he was doing and and had the Anderssons protected. She had assumed before coming out tonight that he wasn't just offering them up as collateral damaged in order to get her into the Death Eaters. That she may not have been willing to go along with.

Standing, Dorcas whipped her wand, pinning Karl's hands beside him to stop him grabbing at his throat. Slicing her wand through the air in the same manor as when she'd cut Anna's throat, Dorcas looked at the deep cut and the fast flow of blood that came out. Karl continued trying to gasp but Dorcas didn't care, her head shot to Rodolphus, knowing Karl and Anna were either dying or experiencing the sensation of dying. Dorcas had no idea what the spell included or how it worked but at this point she was just doing as she was told, following orders to get what they needed - someone on the inside of the Death Eaters. "Don't ever touch my kills again." She said, angry that Rodolphus had dared interject himself into her business like that. Her mind, she hoped, was impenetrable to the Dark Lord. She could gently guide him to memories she allowed him to see and feel but others she kept secretly locked away, controlling everything that he saw, but she had no idea what Rodolphus was capable of. If Voldemort rummaged through his mind and found that Rodolphus had 'helped' her then could that cost her a place among the ranks of the Death Eaters? She hoped for Rodolphus' sake it did not because she'd hate to find out what she'd do to him if she didn't make it into the Death Eaters because he was a stupid dick.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 463
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, aww.