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“Wouldn’t you just love to find out,” she taunted him, her lips spread into a wide grin as they discussed multi-tasking and whether Dora could eat and shag at the same time. Of course she could, but the question really was whether or not she wanted to. More often than not, the answer was no. She wasn’t against multi-tasking or even bringing food into the bedroom but unless it was sweets she could easily lick up or wash off, Dora didn’t much fancy having dinner flat on her back.

Fin set his tea cup down on the tray that covered the entirety of her coffee table. She pouted a little, wanting to continue to chat in the warmth of her lounge/bedroom with her best mate. She missed him something terrible, and while she enjoyed feeling something akin to being a grown up, she also found she was lonely. Being compared to a tattered chair, while not flattering in the slightest, was at least a little comforting seeing as how it was an admission that he missed her, too.

Waiting for Fin to pass a few steps by her before she got herself out of her chair, Dora bent over and placed her own tea cup on the tray, then scooted past Fin and headed towards the window which would lead them to her little balcony. “I don’t think it would take long,” she confessed, grabbing her boobs and looking down at them. She was rather flat chested, Dora could admit that. Her greater asset was clearly her backside, which she frequently flaunted in tiny skirt and dresses. Dora had no qualms about bending over and letting an attractive bloke get a good look. “No bitching about the cold, Finiel,” Dora said in a playfully scolding tone as she opened the window. “It was your idea to decorate, so you can suck it up and deal with a bit of snow.” Dora, of course, didn’t have to worry about the cold as her warming charm was still going strong, despite the fact that she was in a short dress and high heels, not bothering to put on a cardigan or any sort of sweater.

Bending over and crawling through the open window, Dora felt a slight shiver on her skin. It lasted less than a second before her charm adjusted and she was comfortably warm as her knees sank into the thin layer of snow on the ledge of her window. Looking over her shoulder at Fin, her bum in the air as she scooted out of the flat, she grinned. “No looking at my arse,” she said with a laugh, though she would be offended if he didn’t take at least a quick peek. Dora didn’t have any romantic feelings for Fin, not really, but if she thought for a moment that he wasn’t sexually attracted to her she would simply die. Pulling herself out far enough into the open air, Dora slid her right foot forward as she held onto the railing at the edge of the balcony. It was a frightfully small patio but she enjoyed it. One foot on the ground, then the other; Dora stood and turned around in the freshly fallen snow, patting her dress and scooting over to the left to give Fin enough room to join her.

It had been just over a month that Mimosa had made herself at home in Dora’s tiny flat. The little pup seemed happy and she was small enough that the studio apartment Dora currently called home that Mimi didn’t seem to mind. The only troublesome bit was finding a way to allow Mimi out to the balcony to do her business without leaving the window that led to the balcony open all evening while she was at work. Dora had tried it once, after enchanting the rails of the balcony to not permit Mimi (or more precisely, Mimi’s collar) to jump over the railing in case a pesky pigeon decided to taunt the dog while Dora was away, but when Dora came home after three o’clock in the morning from her shift at the nightclub, Dora found rain had poured in through the open window and soaked nearly half the flat. The next night she placed a charm on the window to keep rain or snow out, but when she came home from work her flat was freezing from the chilly air that had still been allowed in, and Mimosa was curled up under the covers of Dora’s bed without a care in the world to the little ice box they were standing in.

It took some time, and some assistance from Fin to help charm the place properly, but Dora and Mimosa settled in together just fine. They went for walks twice a day, and Mimi was happy to sit out on the balcony in Dora’s lap while she read or cross-stitched. She had gone to the library to check out books on dog training and dog poo removal spells – her small balcony was the perfect size for a patch of fake grass but there wasn’t anywhere to put the stuff after the fact. Dora was pleased – and slightly weirded out – that there seemed to be a book about any and every topic, even poo.

Mimosa had met most of Dora’s friends. Fin was obviously the first, and then Livia. She sent pictures to Jovi, along with a letter asking if her cousin was planning to come home over the Easter holiday – she wasn’t. Dora had even taken Mimosa to the cemetery and introduced the puppy to her father and brother, and she had contemplated going to her mum’s flat in Winchester but chickened out at the last minute and left after knocking on the front door, before her mum had had time to answer it. Practically everyone had met or at least heard of Mimosa by now, except Kit. She was planning to introduce the pair at breakfast today.

Dora adored Kit for several reasons, most of which were ultimately superficial or hormone driven, but he really was a wonderful bloke. Saving her life some years back hadn’t hurt anything, either. Who didn’t want a knight in shining armor to whisk you away and save the day? Dora certainly did. It was the plot straight out of several of the trashy novels she had hidden underneath her bed. Dressed for a gorgeous spring day, with her bare skin enchanted to keep the persistent winter chill off her, Dora plopped Mimi into an oversized handbag. “Now you be a good doggy, Mimosa. Do you understand me? I don’t want to see you chasing Azrael or making any trouble for Kit. We rather fancy him.” Dora smirked and gave a wink to the pup, who barked as if she understood what Dora was saying. Perhaps she did. Or perhaps she just liked the sound of Dora’s voice and her name being used in a loving tone. Whatever the case, Dora took it as a sign of agreement, then she slung the purse’s handle into the crook of her arm and disapparated.

Kit’s townhouse was massive compared to the little studio where Dora lived. It was nothing compared to Fin’s manor, but then something like Fin’s place didn’t seem to suit Kit. He was a different sort of posh; one that gave her nether region a flutter if she thought about him too much. Dora rang the buzzer as she stood in her mini skirt on the front steps, Mimosa curled up on the bottom of her handbag and completely out of sight.

Ollie was being adorable and Kit was obviously comforted at the sight of Dora – at least that was her perception as he wrapped his hunky arms around her and complimented her looks. It was all very casual for Kit, who she generally found tightly wound but so sodding hot that it didn’t much matter how awkward he appeared. To add to his hot Auror persona, he had saved Dora’s life some years back and if that doesn’t make a girl want to drop her panties then really nothing would. In her sixth year, Dora had been knocked unconscious during an attack when Death Eaters brought the ceiling down on some muggleborns. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it left her broken and bloodied on a shop floor and had it not been for Kit, Dora was well aware she could have died there. He even came to check in on her at the hospital and while she never confirmed this, she suspected he might have heard that her parents had not bothered coming to see her while she was in the coma or at any time before the healers released her, actually. Dora had plenty of friends to look after her while she recuperated but having a sexy young Auror literally pick you up and carry you to the hospital, then return to ensure you were doing well, that was something Dora wouldn’t ever forget.

Dora smiled cheerfully as everyone greeted each other. She was too busy looking at Kit to notice Ollie staring at some young thing on the dance floor and by the time she caught on that there was anything else in the room to bother attending to, a bright flash went off. It was a very familiar sensation for Dora; Liv’s camera flash. Unlike the boys, Dora knew she looks fantastic in candid shots. She looked fantastic all the time, and the camera simply loved her. To absolutely no one’s surprise, Dora adored having her picture taken. She was actually trying (struggling) to become a model and although Livia had no problem with staging little photoshoots for the black haired beauty, it was her older sister Lilith that actually determined what went into the magazine and what was left on the editing room floor. Thus far, Dora was always the latter but tonight wasn’t the night for such pessimistic thoughts. Tonight was about starting anew, getting a little tipsy, and convincing Kit to dance with her for at least one song. And apparently getting a little photographic proof that Kit could have a bit of fun without having a stroke.

Ollie asked for another picture and Kit worked his magic – literally – to levitate the camera so that Liv could get in on the fun as well. Dora looked over her shoulder at the camera and arched her back as she made sexy eyes at the camera, pressing her body closer against Kit’s so that Livia could get comfortably into the frame (and just to press up against Kit). The camera flashed again and Dora relaxed her pose. “I want a copy of that,” she told Liv excitedly as a waiter passed by.

“Rupert!” she called out to get the man’s attention. “Four shots please, love.” Dora looked around at the motley crew assembled with her, deciding the best option to make an easy job for Rupert tonight while still getting them well on their way to plastered. “Tequilla.” She said decidedly. “You got it, Dor,” Rupert replied, and he headed off to the nearby bar to fetch their drinks. Looking back to her mates, she grinned. “First round’s on me, and you have to accept it or else I’ll be crushed. You don’t want me pouting on New Year’s Eve, do you Kit-Kat?” she asked with wide doe eyes and her bottom lip just starting to protrude. She focused her pitiful look on Kit because she knew Livia and Oliver would have no quarrels with taking a free shot of anything, whereas Kit was probably wanting a hot tea and a quiet room right about now. Rupert returned quickly – the perks of working at a pub weren’t many but the quick service on her days off made it totally worth it for Dora until she could get a more respectable position – and set four shot glasses on the tall table in front of them. “Thank you, handsome,” she cooed at the waiter. “No problem, dollface.” Rupert was quickly called away by a group of excited witches and Dora picked up a shot and raised her glass. “To 1979, may you be a bloody brilliant year!” Dora threw back her head and the shot and scrunched up her face as the liquid went down her throat, burning the whole way down. “Wooooo.”

She was having a great time and the night was still young. “I think Ollie wants to go dance.” Dora had priorities, and drinking took priority over commenting on the fact that Ollie had been watching some witch on the dance floor and Kit had obviously caught him staring. “You want us come with you, Big O?” She gave Ollie a pointed look and gently nodded her head ‘yes’ so that he would catch on to the fact that he needed to use those brotherly persuasions of his to assist her in getting Kit on the dance floor. Then Ollie would be free to hussle and bump his way over to the blonde in the skimpy dress.

Her flat was teensy tiny but after spending seven years with a handful of dorm mates at Hogwarts, and a few more years with Fin as a housemate, Dora was finding living on her own to be a bit lonely. She had been thinking on it for a while now, at least a few weeks, and had decided that she was going to get a pet. Something small, of course, as she couldn’t very well fit a large animal in her little studio flat, but she didn’t want a rodent or a toad, and she wasn’t keep on birds either. Really, she wanted something that she could snuggle with at night, particularly after one of her nightmares in which she was still apparating over to Fin’s mansion in the middle of the night to crawl into his bed for comfort. They were getting older and while he hadn’t said as much aloud yet, Dora could sense that it was time for her to find another way of dealing with the haunting image of her father disapproving of her life’s choices from beyond the grave. The nightmares had been bad enough while the man was alive but after his death Dora’s subconscious had managed to outdo itself and really put her frail little nerves through the ringer. Luckily she only had these intense nightmares once a month or so, but she always found it difficult to fall back asleep afterwards. Having Fin, or now hopefully a cuddling cat or dog to snuggle with at night allowed her to feel at peace.

Last month her attempt at not bothering Fin in the dead of night resulted in a very deep cut on her thigh that she had had to go to St Mungo’s to get taken care of. She hadn’t bothered mentioning her midnight trip to the hospital to any of her friends, for fear they would find out about her little habit and she wasn’t strong enough to cope with that yet. Instead, Dora made up some line about a kitchen accident and the healer bought it since her other scars had been properly concealed with a vanity charm and, thankfully, he seemed to be a pretty young healer which meant he hadn’t seen all the tricks the older, more experienced healers would have caught on to straight away. Dora had been lucky with the hospital trip and thinking of a replacement for Fin besides a cutting charm that might help her at night. Hopefully the answer would be a cute, fluffy pet and she would only have need to climb into Fin’s bed for friendlier reasons.

Pulling her cloak tight around her, Dora walked down the busy London street towards the pet shop her nanny used to take her to as a young girl. Little Dora had always loved watching the puppies scramble over each other in a bid for attention, but her father had never permitted her to have a pet of her own, saying her owning a horse was a pet enough, but you couldn’t snuggle with a horse, no matter how much Dora had loved the creature. A little bell over the door rang as Dora stepped inside. She was immediately assaulted by the smell of wood shavings which were bagged and piled near the front of the shop with a sign that said they were used to line the bottom of hamster cages and were on sale. She weaved through the aisles, avoiding the rodent section as she had absolutely no interest in owning a rat or mice. She firmly believed in paying people to keep such creatures out of your home and she didn’t understand why anyone would ever want to pay someone to own one as a pet.

After looking at all the kittens on offer, she decided they were a tad too lazy for her liking. Dora liked being outdoors and while she wasn’t the sort to go hiking or anything like that, she did love a nice stroll through the park and these cats didn’t seem up that. A dog, she determined, was probably a better fit but of course it would have to be a small breed which meant the adorable chow chow puppy she had been snuggling for the past several minutes would not be the dog she brought home today. After asking the shop owner a million questions, Dora finally left the shop with a tiny mixed terrier with wispy white hair and big eyes to match her own.

“Are you sure you don’t want some help with all of that, miss?” the shop keep asked once more as he held the door open for her and Dora headed out with her new pup on a leash and several oversized bags full of everything she would need to make her new doggie comfortable at home. “Thank you, no. I’m just going down the way.” That was true, in a way.

Struggling to keep the bags in her arms and holding tightly to the lead, Dora walked past only a few shops before sidestepping into a narrow alley way. “You require just about as many accessories as I do,” she said affectionately to the pup who tugged on the leash in a desire to continue walking. Finding that she and her puppy were very much alone in the little alley, Dora lifted her skirt and revealed her wand which was held to her thigh with a pink garter. “Watch this,” she told the little dog, who barked excitedly as Dora banished all of her shopping bags to her flat in Wales. They disappeared with a little pop and the puppy went wild, jumping all over the dirty alley ground where the bags had just been. “Come on,” she said with a smile to her new furry friend, replacing her wand in her garter and smoothing her skirt to lay flat, “let’s go show you off in the park.” A few city blocks later and Dora and Mimosa (Mimi for short) crossed the street with a happy little bound and began their stroll through one of London’s many lovely parks.