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She was happy for them, mostly, but recently Jovi had been a twat about being better than Dora and pushing her relationship with Fin in Dora’s face as part of the proof. It was maddening, partly because deep down Dora knew it was the truth. Fin had less time for Dora now and she felt him being pulled away from her by Jovi, just as her father had been pulled away by her mum. Fin was an easier target for her insecurities if only because he was the one in front of her now, and with Pansy still screeching like a bloody siren, Dora didn’t have the energy to try to calm herself before responding. “What do you care if I have someone else to spend time with? We’re not married!” she threw back his words with a sneer. “You’re not the only one allowed to have a social life! I work all night long at your sodding club, and I’m not allowed to have a bit of fun myself? Shut the bloody hell up, Pans!” Pacing and bouncing weren’t enough to soothe the screaming toddler, and apparently all the shouting hadn’t worked either. The pain in Dora’s head was quickly making her stomach churn and the bouncing and pacing wasn’t helping her either.

There was a chill that ran through the room as the bathroom door was opened but under the warm water Dora hardly minded it. Her skin prickled for a moment but she stepped back under the waterfall and soothed the goosepimples that had sprung up in that moment. She could hear Toby much more easily now that a wooden slab wasn’t between then and she smiled as she saw him beginning to undress. Good thing she’d done all the actual cleaning bits right away, so she could now feign that her showers were always a sensual activity as opposed to the escape from her beleaguered reality which they had become. She locked eyes with Toby as she turned in the shower, modeling her perfectly shaped bum for him as she washed away the last bubbles of her shampoo off her body. She counted silently in her head, one, two, three; wondering how fast he could get his trousers off and join her.

Drumming her manicured nails on the desktop, Dora resisted the urge to rifle through Kit’s things, certain that if she were caught snooping in an Auror’s desk on her first day of work she’d be sacked. Not that Kit would have ratted her out, but if anyone else had seen her it would have been all over and this newfound coworking arrangement would all too quickly become a thing of the past. She waited a few minutes, scanning the heads of the people walking back and forth around the bullpen in front of her and having no luck in spying Kit. Dora chewed on her lower lip as she calculated just how long she could wait without getting in trouble for skipping out on her duties so early on in her employment. She hadn’t needed to wait long, as she was spinning around in the chair so suddenly that she let out a little squeal of shock before realizing what was happening. In a blur she and the chair were falling away from Kit’s desk and she put her feet out to stop her from spinning any further as Kit pulled a second chair up to the spot she had just been. She laughed as she caught her breath, beaming at her attractive friend. “Can’t a girl just visit a mate without some ulterior motive?” she asked cryptically, purposefully avoiding answering his question. “But if you did want it mussed up a bit, I think we could manage.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and gave him a look that left little to the imagination.

Thankful to have a second set of hands, Dora rushed off for a quick shower without even bothering to wonder what Toby had come for; no doubt he wanted a little something-something as always so there was little reason to stop and ponder his appearance. The warm water had only just managed to hit her face when a muffled knocking came from the bathroom door, followed by claims that Pansy had had an accident. Again. What was wrong with this child?! “There’s clean nappies in her nursery,” she offered loudly, hoping Toby could figure it out from there. She had already cleaned up one nappy explosion today, she needed no more surprises from little Pansy, especially if Dora had a sexy visitor for a few hours. Pansy’s nursery was decorated lovingly but had become a bit of a mess over the last year of it’s use. Piles of laundered baby clothes were left unfolded on the chair and baby books were strewn about the floor from where story time had been unceremoniously abandoned over several repeated attempts. The child had no interest for listening to a story, she just wanted to gnaw on the colorful pictures and throw the books around the room. Dora found it incredibly frustrating. The changing table, however, was stocked full of nappies and wipes and little bottles of perfumes and powders to make sure Pansy smelled as delicious as she looked whenever Dora dressed her up for an outing. Depending on the extent of Pansy’s accident, Toby might have need for a few additional powders or creams but Dora was certain he could be trusted to handle it for a few minutes longer as she ensured her own self smelled perfectly delightful and worthy of Toby’s interest for a moment or seven.

To say Dora had been shocked when she’d received the letter offering her the position at the Ministry she’d applied for would have been an understatement. She was certain she had blown the interview when reviewing how it had gone to a friend who pointed out comparing the witch who was interviewing her to Dora’s beloved dog Mimi was probably not a very clever way to start off their meeting, regardless of the compliment Dora had thought it was at the time. She’d resigned herself to staying at the Starlight mixing drinks and getting hit on by all the unattractive blokes who’d already struck out with the witches on the dance floor. She was comfortable with all of her coworkers at the club and, honestly, she didn’t fancy having to get up early in the mornings for a job that was only barely going to pay more than Fin paid her and require a lot more actual work. So why Dora accepted the position as Reception Witch at the Ministry of Magic was still anyone’s guess, but regardless, she was excited for her first day at a businesswitch.

She was on her second cup of coffee despite never really drinking the stuff, but she was completely unaccustomed to being awake and functioning at this hour of the day. Merlin, there were times she would just be getting home and stumbling into bed – hers or otherwise – at this time of day. Having to be awake, dolled up, and ready to shine by 7am was going to take some getting used to. An exciting perk of the position that she’d only just realized, however, was that she was now working in the same building as Kit, and Dora squealed softly to herself with excitement as she pushed the button in the lift for Level Two. “Is Kit Devereaux in yet?” she asked the witch at the desk blocking her access to the rest of the Auror Department. She was directed to a tiny cubicle with a sad looking desk that made Dora feel tired, but there was no Kit. It was definitely his desk however, as his name was engraved in a little plaque that set at the front of the desk facing outward. She wondered if that was for his benefit or the people who came to speak with him. It was certainly benefitting her now, as she felt confident in walking around and sitting in his seat, awaiting his arrival to surprise him with her good news; they were to be colleagues.

The notion that Pansy could be a healer – or anything that required additional studies – was completely new to Dora, and completely preposterous though she didn’t say as much to Leo. Pansy would have to be incredibly smart to become a healer or even a matron, and there was no way a daughter of Euphadora Parkinson would be able to pull off those sorts of marks or work ethic. Dora was quite certain you could ask any witch or wizard worth listening to and they would all agree that Dora was not fit to raise any sort of intelligent child. The best Pansy could hope for was to take after her mummy in the looks department and thus far she was succeeding. Pansy had gorgeous orb-like eyes and perfectly plump cheeks. She was definitely a model in the making; Leo was off his rocker.

“Such a brave little lad, you are,” Dora exclaimed as Blaise showed off his sword. The boy smiled and Dora thought for a moment that Pansy wasn’t the only future model on the room. He was going to be a lady killer when he got older, Dora would have said as much when Leo pulled her attention elsewhere. Name advice? Confusion swept over her face for a moment before the pieces clicked into place in her head. “It’s a good job I had you to give me suggestions, then isn’t it, since this one didn’t turn out to be a boy after all.” Her eyes shifted to Pansy then back to Leo. “I’d have been rubbish at dressing a boy,” she confessed, though she didn’t really believe that but more so didn’t want to admit that she sometimes still wished she’d had a boy to carry on her father’s legacy, the Parkinson name, and perhaps even use her son as a reason for her own mother to come for a visit. Thus far a granddaughter was not enough to get Dora back in her mother’s good graces.