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Ollie had Pansy sleeping soundly before Dora had even finished getting ready. She appreciated that he didn’t mind coming over early so she could focus on herself before heading out, and it gave Dora a little time to catch up with Ollie without his horrid girlfriend hanging on. Especially after what she'd been told had happened last week at Leo's barbeque. Dora didn't remember much from that day, but London and Liv had filled her in on the bits they were privy too. Ollie tried to talk to her about it as well, but she deflected the topic, knowing that it would only end in the friends bickering which is exactly what his twat of a girlfriend wanted. What a sweet bloke like Ollie Devereaux saw a pedestrian cow like Echo Everwhore was anyone’s guess, but tonight wasn’t a night for bothering herself with Ollie’s love life or his heinous trollop, she was going out with friends and Ollie knew not to expect her until very late in the night.

A few of the girls had suggested going to the Starlight, which felt like a jab at Dora who was only a few months out from having worked there every weekend night, but they ultimately decided to start their evening at Charmed. The evening started as most did, with the girls all dancing together but soon enough Dora found herself distracted by a member of the stronger type. She'd been making out with some muscular wizard on the dance floor who was wearing too much cologne and not allowing his hands to roam as freely as Dora would have liked. A hand on the bum was all well and good but she was giving no signals whatsoever that she was anything but up for it, and yet all they were doing was snogging. She needed more excitement and it was early enough in the evening that she had no qualms in ditching Cologne Prude for the chance at better options. Dora tried her chances at the bar, ordering two drinks at once so she wouldn’t need to wait for the bartender to come around again. Sipping on a piss-poor excuse for a dirty martini while holding her backup in the other hand, Dora scanned the sea of faces for anyone worth her time. She spotted her friends, still all dancing together, laughing and smiling without even noticing or caring she wasn’t among them. Bitches. She took a larger swallow of her drink and looked in the opposite direction. Locking eyes with a thin bloke standing at the door to the patio, smoking. Dora smiled and headed over. After a little banter and having finished her second drink, sixth overall tonight, Dora and Smokey were locking the stall door in the ladies loo, much to the cavil of the other patrons in the toilets.

It was the expectation of polite society that after several minutes on her knees, she would be returned the favor in some manner but Smokey was apparently not of polite society, and Dora once again found herself at the bar looking for someone to help her confidence shine. A tap on her shoulder seemed promising but when she turned around it was just one of her girlfriends letting her know they had decided to hit the Starlight after all and they understood if she didn’t want to join them. What a total bunch of cunts. Dora headed through the exit a few paces behind her friends, but as she stood on the street she realized where she actually wanted to go. Turning to head in the opposite direction as her friends giggled on their way to Fin’s nightclub, Dora opened her handbag and found the little scrap of parchment she’d tucked away in case of emergency.

She’d been having more frequent emergencies lately, but she knew Hunter enjoyed having her around. And she was completely smitten with the vampire as well, or at least with the way he made her feel. Apparating to his street, she looked for the church where he lived. It was baffling to her that she could never remember his exact address despite going there quite often, but she remembered enough details to make it work. Hunter even seemed surprised the first time she showed up unannounced, but Dora assumed it was simply because he’d not been expecting her. She tried the large door at the front of the church, but it was locked. She knocked impatiently and then moved to look through the stained glass windows. “Hunter? Are you home? Hunter? It’s Dora.” She moved back to the door and knocked again, her hunger for him growing with every second she waited.

‘You’d hire the best lawyer for Jovi if she asked you,’ Dora thought bitterly but she had cooled down enough to know better than to voice her insecurities again. The last thing her hangover needed was another screaming match. Instead, she gave him a small smile, took another sip of champagne, then rested her head on her arm and closed her eyes. It was as much of an apology as she was willing to give her best friend.

Painted fingernails scratched absentmindedly at the invisible scars on her neck, drawing little red lines on her otherwise pale skin. Dora chewed her lip as she tapped her heel impatiently on the floor beneath her desk, waiting for nothing in particular except a need that would be hours from being fulfilled at least. There was filing to be sorted and memos to be copied and sent out but none of it was distraction enough from the urge within that said she should apparate to Hunter’s home and bang on the door until he gave her the sweet relief she desired. Dora was aware, at times, that he was growing weary of her and she had even considered finding another vampire to satisfy her needs but it wasn’t as if she could simply ask around for a referral. Her relationship with Hunter was taboo and not even something she had shared with Fin, which was practically killing her. Keeping secrets from her bestie was difficult but the way Hunter made her feel was unlike anything she had experienced in her still short life and she couldn’t risk exposing that and losing everything; her friends, her job, Pansy. The dull sensation on her neck turned sharp and as Dora pulled her hand away she saw a fleck of blood on the pad of her finger. She sucked the liquid from her finger, imagining what Hunter would think of her in the moment. So absorbed in her internal fantasy, it took several moments before she realized her name was being called.

Dora snapped from her thoughts, pulling her finger from her lips swiftly and brushing her long black hair in front of her shoulder to cover the scratches her nails had made over Hunter’s scars. She nodded as the older woman gave her instructions and shoved a duffel bag into her hands. Agent Meadowes, St Mungo’s, Creature Induced Injuries Ward. At least this would keep her occupied for a while. She had met Dorcas Meadowes a handful of times and she liked the witch. They could chat and maybe Dora would get a chance to chat up her wealthy husband Rodolphus Lestrange and get an invite to meet some of their single, wealthy friends. None of her plans came to fruition, however, when a man who was certainly not Mr Lestrange and definitely not a healer opened Agent Meadowes’ door and took the duffel bag with a polite thank you. We’re Agents Meadowes and Humbert having an affair?! Why was he here and not the witch’s husband? Oh, this would make for some good gossip back at the office!

The familiar face belonged to a brunette guy much taller than she, and Dora stared at him for a moment with a pretty smile and vacant eyes. A full two seconds passed before she realized he had greeted her and Dora blinked, speaking slowly. “I know you?” Her inflection suggested it was a question, but her head struggled to make it a statement. He looked oddly familiar, but she didn’t know why and couldn’t come up with a name. Most likely she had seen a picture of him in the Daily Prophet at some point, or maybe even a magazine though she did not often read magazines that discussed sports more than fashion. Leaning forward, Dora gave the man a hug that lasted a little too long. She was stroking the material of his shirt, which felt divine, and gave a happy little hum before pulling away. “Hi.”

Mimi sniffed into the air, trying to get at the bottle that smelled all too familiar. This wouldn’t have been the pup’s first drink, though it had been a while since Dora had passed out with anything left in a bottle for Mimi to slurp up off the floor. Dora’s vice these days was not so portable as a bottle of champagne but gave her a far superior sense of carefreeness. Dora pulled the bottle closer to her and rested it on her hip, scratching the edge of the label with her thumb absentmindedly. “Well, that and you’d basically be paying for my lawyer so it’d be a conflict of interest or some rubbish like that.”

There was never any trouble remembering exactly where she was meant to go whenever Hunter called her, but without his summons Dora struggled to remember where the vampire lived. There had been times when she felt the hunger for his bite but had no means of seeking him out. It was frustrating to say the least, but at this moment she only felt an eager excitement as she arrived outside of the little church the vampire ironically called home. The door was unlocked, as it always was when she was called to him, and Dora let herself in as she unbuttoned the collar of her top expectantly.