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Dear Big Rod,

Did Dorcas invite you to her birthday, or was she a sneaky little bitch and didn't tell you?


Tersha x

Spring Gala

Between gossiping across Dorian's lap about Julian, staring at Julian across the table with come to bed eyes, and trying to listen in to the conversations of everyone else around her, Tersha's night was passing pretty quickly. She hoped her quill had managed to jot down at least a few interesting snippets of the evening that weren't about her friends - or friend, since Dorcas was the only one that really counted out of everyone there - so that she could write up a half decent article. She could at the very least report that the weird arse rhubarb and elderflower dish had been a complete flop. Honestly, it tasted like she had been munching on bushes out in the garden, rather than eating what was supposed - or expected - to be a sophisticated meal. She was no goat, and she did not appreciate flowery food. She would without a doubt be having a huge bowl of cereal when she got home tonight, which would hopefully be sooner rather than later, because this "party" was starting to get boring.

Lynette was still hogging Julian's attention, and Dorcas eventually excused herself, so Tersha was left all alone with nobody to talk to but Dorian. How terrible. She watched him as he looked down the table, and she suspected he was probably looking for someone to save him from her, but in a move that proved her wrong entirely, he turned suddenly and collared a waiter, ordering a drink and asking Tersha if she wanted anything. Well, if Dorian was up for a bit of drinking, she definitely was, she'd be a fool to pass up the opportunity. A fool! "Can I just get a bottle of vodka?" she asked, ignoring the baffled look the waiter gave her and nodding encouragingly. "I know you have it. I want it." She really wouldn't be taking no for an answer. Finished with her order, she glanced at Dorian. "Drinking to block out the torturous company, or are you a secret alcoholic?" she asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows, reaching one hand into her purse and tapping her quill with her wand. She felt the weight of it as it dropped to the bottom of her bag, no longer taking notes, and slipped her hand free, resting her chin in it as she studied Dorian's handsome face. He'd be in her article alright, but in a good light, not as an alcoholic.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone!
notes: <3
outfit: Hot little flower.

Save me, maybe

The sun shone on, well, the majority of Tersha's skin as she walked through the village of Hogsmeade with her head held high, a bright smile on her beautiful face. She adored the summer more than anything, and not even because it was an excuse to flash as much fabulous flesh as possible, but just because everyone was happy and in good spirits, and people were out and about more enjoying themselves. It was the feel good season, and boy did Tersha feel good today. Her dress was barely there, but it kept her cool and accentuated every curve on her well groomed body. She knew she looked a million galleons, and so did everyone who passed her in the street. She always made an effort, even just to get milk from the local shops. You never knew who you would bump into. Husband number two could be in that shop, also buying milk, and he could take one look at you in your cute floral number, with your best assets on show, and fall head over heels in love with you. It was always worth looking your best.

She flipped her freshly straightened hair behind her shoulder as she walked, Gladrags being her destination for now. She needed new summer clothes. She already had a huge walk in wardrobe at home that was full of spectacular items, and then a few small wardrobes in the spare rooms that were bursting, too. Then there were the trunks in the attic. But there was always room for more, and she wanted to feel fresh when she went to Italy for the weekend. She wanted to be in all new outfits, and money was no object. If she didn't walk out of Gladrags today with at least four bags full of lovely things, she would be disappointed, but then that would just be an excuse to go shopping again tomorrow. An appealing thought, but she'd rather get her nails done and have a pamper day instead. She had two weeks off of work which she'd had to fight for, but given that she was an indispensable member of the team, and she had given her boss an earful of abuse about working her into the ground - she had two columns. Two! - she had managed to get the two best weeks of summer off, and was spending her days as leisurely as possible. She reached the front of Gladrags and stretched out a hand to open the door, only to be slammed into from someone coming around the corner. "Excuse you!" she declared in cry of outrage, glaring at the young girl who clearly needed glasses to help her see where she was going.



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tag: @aprildraconis
notes: Hiiii! <3
outfit: Summer flowers!

Merry Legs

Dorcas exploded into a fit of laughter that was quite dramatic, considering Tersha was currently displaying something fantastic for the entire room to see. She followed Dorcas' gaze, tilting her head right back until it was practically upside down to see what or who Dorcas had been looking at before she was laughing. A man. There was a man standing not too far behind her with his wand pointing right at Tersha. Was he...? "Oh, shit," she muttered as realisation dawned on her. She was not floating because of the stupid drinks. She was floating because of some bloke having fast reflexes and being too much of a gentleman. Hey, wait a second. A gentleman. They were a dying breed, and he was older, too, and clearly soft enough to help a stranger out of an embarrassing situation. There was also a quite obvious lack of any kind of companion standing by his side. Drunken alarm bells went off in Tersha's head. She would likely regret this in the morning, but not tonight. She gripped Dorcas' hand and tried to right herself, swinging her feet down to the floor until she was in a crouch. "Stop laughing, you cow!"

She felt it when the man's spell released her, and almost stumbled but for the strong grip of her best friend. "Thanks Dor," she said, brushing her dress back down into place, but making sure that her leg was still very much on show in the thigh high split. She gulped down the drink that sat waiting for her on the bar, unsure of whether it was even her drink, and giving not a single fuck anyway. It tasted fine. She shook out her hair and leaned in to Dorcas. "I think it's time for you to head to the bathroom," she muttered. Slurred. Muttered. Muttered in a slur. Whatever. She turned on her heel - or would have done if her shoes weren't now gripped in her hand - and sashayed barefoot over to the gentleman who had saved her arse. "And they say chivalry is dead," she purred, linking her arm through his as she reached him. "You have to buy me a drink so I can thank you..." She led the man further down the bar, and left Dorcas to go and have some kinky bathroom sex with a married man, or whoever he was. It didn't matter, all that mattered was that the man she was now with was not married - no ring. Yes! - and finding out just what he did for a living.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
notes: <3
outfit: Floaty floaty.

Spring Gala

It took maybe half a second for her to succeed in making Dorian uncomfortable,and Tersha was pleased with her effort, or non-effort. She hadn't even had to try! Excellent. He was quite adorable in his stiffness, though she imagined him being stiff somewhere else would be much more fun. Oh, well, she was never going to get the pleasure of seeing that, so she'd have to settle for watching him squirm every time she told him the completely honest truth that he was incredibly handsome and would look good enough to eat even if he'd just rolled out of a festering bin. Tersha would never not be honest and very open about it. Their greeting was cut short by the announcement that dinner would be served shortly, and she took a step back as Dorcas looped her arm through Dorian's and the pair headed inside. She didn't want to go in just yet. Merlin knew who she'd be sat next to, and for how long, she at least needed to freshen up a bit first in case it was somebody horribly good looking.

Heading to the bathroom - which was surprisingly easy to find thanks to the house not being that impressive - she touched up her makeup, and exchanged a few polite words with a younger girl who complemented Tersha's dress. It was sweet, but Tersha didn't return the compliments, she didn't think the green frog-like dress the girl had on was all that admirable, and she couldn't bring herself to find a comment about the girls look that wasn't insulting. Instead, she smiled brightly and swept from the bathroom, smelling lovelier than the flowers in the garden, and looking a million dollars. Whoever was sitting beside her would be one lucky man. Or woman. She hoped it was a man. A woman greeted her in the dining room and took her name, escorting her to the far end of the table where she could see the Minister's husband was seated. Wonderful, she'd be in earshot for her quill to pick up on his conversations. And oh my Merlin, would you look at that! There was her lovely little name card, right beside one that said Dorian Humbert. Her freshening up had been worth it after all.

Dorcas was sat at his other side, which just made it even more perfect than the Meadowes family lunches that they they all attended regularly. He could escape at those lunches and sit next to Andre, here he had no choice but to endure the company of the two wonderful, strong women flanking him. What a perfect night. Her chocolate eyes of course took in the rest of the table, and she saw the young Starlight club owner giving Dorcas the eye from across the table. He was sat beside some sort of golden lampshade girl who thought looking like a sparkling toilet roll holder was a good idea, but he was definitely checking Dorcas out. "It is sooo good to sit down, these heels are a killer," she announced as she took her seat, leaning right across Dorian to speak directly to Dorcas, her hair probably brushing against Dorian's face, or at least his chest. "There's a hottie checking you out. Eleven o'clock," she said in a conspiratorial tone before straightening up and picking up her name card. "They could have used a fancier font, don't you think?" she asked Dorian, flashing her card at him.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone!
notes: <3
outfit: Hot little flower.

Merry Legs

A good fifteen minutes had passed since they'd started their floaty drinks, and Tersha was starting to wonder if she'd been the victim of a con. She did feel a lot more drunk than she had done before, but as she found the bottom of the glass, she was pretty sure her feet weren't coming off the ground. She held her hair back from her face and peered down at her gravity riddled feet. "Come on!" she willed them, giving a little jump and landing in a rather fabulous wobble on her heels. Maybe it didn't work with shoes on. Yeah, that had to be it, she needed to be barefoot, then she'd start floating about like a fairy. Slamming her empty glass down on the bar, she tried to bend down to undo the strap of her shoe, but her dress, despite the huge split up one side, wouldn't budge enough for her to reach. "For fucking Humpty Dumpty's sake!" she whined, stomping her foot and flipping her hair out of her eyes. "I can't see a fucking thing!"

She huffed and straightened up, her hair whipping over her shoulder as she did so, and smacking a short woman in the face as she passed them by. Tersha didn't even notice, only took advantage of the thigh high split in her dress, and lifted her leg, planting her foot on top of the bar right in front of Dorcas. "Can you get this thing off of me!?" she half asked, half demanded. "I can't float in heels!" She shook her foot about in front of her best friend for emphasis, hoping Dorcas wasn't too drunk to open tiny buckles on thin shoe straps just yet. She didn't fancy having to cut her shoes off, they were expensive and she'd be making the lying skunk of a bartender buy her a new pair. She was determined that he hadn't lied to her, though, and to prove it, she just needed those damn shoes off! Why weren't they off yet!? "Dorcas, I just need them off," she complained, her knickers almost on show to the entire room thanks to the split in her dress now being stretched to it's limits. "Oh! Bathroom guy!" she cried, the thought of flashing her arse making her remember to remind Dorcas about the dirty sex she should currently be having. Was it too late? How long had it been? Crap!



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
notes: <3
outfit: Floaty floaty.