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Taking a few mouthfuls of her drink as she went, Dorcas found herself warming up pretty fast as she walked down the path surrounded by a winter scene out of a Dickens novel. There was a serious chill in the air what with being surrounded by so much bloody snow, but the alcohol was doing a lovely job of warming her up and her clothes were probably helping a little with that too. It would have been a rather lovely sight to have taken in if she'd not been dead set on thinking Rodolphus was a giant twat and that she just wanted to head home to spend a week at he cottage with no one to disturb her. Although Rodolphus always made sure to visit a couple of days after Valentine's day and she didn't mind that so much. And Tersha always sent her cards that lifted her spirits, along with chocolates and whatever else Tersha thought she needed. Occasionally there was a new dildo, Dorcas had quite the collection going on thanks to her friends that found it hilarious to give her such things as gifts, and some of them weren't half bad if truth be told.

The sound of footsteps following her got Dorcas' attention. The stride was long and heavy and all too familiar. How many times had he come chasing after her like this? He had a habit of chasing her and it was amusing, usually, but today she could have done without it. She was far too relaxed to just take out her wand and hex Rodolphus but she was still pissed off that he thought it was a good idea to take her away for Valentine's day and then spend the first hour or so with another woman. Did he seriously think that was a good idea? The man was delusional beyond all comprehension. He even asked if she was enjoying herself! Merlin he was thick at times. "Oh yeah, bloody lovely." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm but then that was nothing new, "What do you want, Rodolphus?" She asked, lifting the glass she had and then taking a mouthful of its contents, "I'm kind of busy right now and could do without a desperate puppy tailing me." Because that was what he seemed like, a little puppy desperate for affection and attention and she really didn't have the energy to even begin to want to deal with his brand of arrogance.


Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 411
Notes: <3
Outfit: Gonna need magic to take these trousers off + long, warm coat and drink!

This lesson was not as big of a disaster as Dorcas thought it would be. Admittedly at first she thought it was going to be easy as pie, but it turned out she and Kit were actually going to have to put in half their efforts into understanding the bloody instructor. The other half of their efforts went to dancing, watching their target and not ripping one another's heads off, so things were looking pretty good right now. They'd made contact with the target who was totally obsessed with her arse - not that she could blame him - and her dancing was being corrected. Wait!? Was she called a weakling?! Dorcas had half a mind to smash her elbow into the bloody instructors nose but instead she gripped Kit's hands a little tighter and tried to keep her sodding elbow where it was supposed to be and he seemed to grip back which made her think she could have been hurting him, though she didn't care if she was.

Carrying on around the room, doing their fancy bloody dancing crap, Dorcas noticed Kit leading them by their target, she smiled as Morgan complimented them although Kit didn't seem too happy. Dorcas even smirked a little. "You sound like a jealous boyfriend." She told him quietly so they couldn't be heard beyond their little bubble of space over the music, the instructor and the giggles of another couple not too far away who seemed to find something amusing about the whole thing, "I know I'm irresistible but keep it in your pants, Devereaux." She had a look at the target as Kit turned her and he wasn't taking his eyes off them, Dorcas had dealt with a lot of creeps in her time as an Auror and even more as a woman, and this guy seemed like nothing out of the ordinary to her as far as creeps went. "Five minutes and you can do as you like," She told him, "It would bring me great satisfaction to report you as an amoral Auror." It was no secret that, for some reason, Kit didn't like her but Dorcas had no idea why. He was rude and closed off, something you didn't want in a partner that was supposed to have your back, and he had a blatant dislike for her. Dorcas thought it only kind to repay the favour and as such they just disliked one another.

Tag: Christopher Erebus Devereaux
Words: 405
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sexy and you know it!

Massages? In separate rooms? Dorcas was led down to a spare room where the table was set up but she didn’t much fancy being pushed and pressed. Well okay, maybe for a little while. She was on holiday and she was rather keen on seeing what this weekend would hold, but separate rooms? Well that clearly meant that the man she was on holiday with, was getting his jollies from another woman. Less than an hour ago they were in her office at his place having a good time, then he’d kidnapped her for a trip away and he just expected her to be okay while he got his dick massaged or whatever in a room so very close to the one she was in?! Dorcas hated Valentine’s and this wasn’t helping to improve her mood around the consumer driven day. Admittedly it wasn’t until tomorrow but if he thought she was sticking around, he could get fucked. She’d figure out where she was and she’d make her own way home. She had her wand which meant she had everything she needed at her fingertips, but not before she left Rodolphus with a little parting gift.

Having a little massage helped to relieve some of the stress she was feeling by knowing that Rodolphus was off getting fondled by someone with a ridiculously flat arse. Dorcas finished her massage long before she wanted because those pressure points really did need some more work and those knots in her shoulders were really starting to feel the benefits of the kneading and pressing of the masseuse, but she was still in a pissy mood and she wasn’t one to let go of a grudge without giving in to it a little. Admittedly she was more in control than she would usually have been, but Rodolphus needed to be taught a lesson so she was caught between her conscience and the satisfying feeling of ditching him in the middle of Belly-Caviar or wherever the hell they were.

Dismissing the masseuse and getting dressed gave her more time to think and kind of began to take the fun out of the idea of burning the place down. She disliked that she was far too relaxed to just set fire to the place and instead went and got herself a drink. Once she had her drink in hand she made her way outside. There was a thick layer of snow but the paths had been cleared and there had been no snow since, or they were magically enchanted to remain clear. Dorcas went for a stroll, drink in hand, rugged up warm against the cold and began plotting how she was going to make this time away actually worthwhile or deciding if she would just head home.


Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 470
Notes: <3
Outfit: Gonna need magic to take these trousers off + long, warm coat and drink!

"I know where Brueli-Carverininnia is." She said, starting off butchering the name and deciding to just go with it as she walked over to the tall glass of definitely not water. Italian wasn't a language she was familiar with although she could probably pick it up fast enough with a crash course. She knew a few other European languages and once you knew two you could pick up on the rest easily enough, or at least know enough to get by. If she wasn't an Auror then Dorcas wasn't sure if she'd have ever bothered learning any other languages beside the French lessons her parents had given her as a child. She'd hated it when they'd spend the weekend talking in nothing but fluent French and only responded to her if she actually put forth an effort. Her dad had given in a few times and spoken English but not often enough for young Dorcas' liking. Still it had given her a leg up when it came to learning Spanish. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" She said, picking up the drink Rodolphus had made her. She looked about the place as she took a mouthful, knowing the place was going to be turned upside down at some point during this vacation. "So what's the plan?" Because they were in some kind of mountain judging by the scenery and he wouldn't just drag her away for Valentine's Day just to screw in a cabin, that'd be almost boring and she'd rather get pizza and watch TV, which she supposed she could do considering they were in Italy.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 268
Notes: <3
Outfit: Gonna need magic to take these trousers off

Dorcas had no idea what she was doing there. Rodolphus had invited over a friend and he'd brought his wife and baby. Clearly Aurora was thrilled to bits but Dorcas just felt completely out of place. She had no knowing of the situation and no control over it so she was quickly trying to think of the fastest way out of the room without seeming like a total bitch. Usually she wouldn't have bothered worrying too much about how she appeared but for some reason she felt she couldn't really leave this room, even with Aurora occupied with Clementine and Rodolphus talking with Lucian. Heck, if she slept with Clem she'd have a hat-trick in this room, a little part of her wondered if that was the case for Rodolphus but she had no idea what his experiences with men were, she really should ask some time.

Watching Aurora get up on the sofa next to Clem, Dorcas wondered what it was like to hold a baby that small. When Ariel had been that little Dorcas had barely even looked at her. Ariel was probably about three months old before Dorcas even spent a sufficient amount of time in the same room as her and then another month before she'd held the baby. Ariel was a straight up natural charmer though and Dorcas, although she'd never admit it to anyone, had been rather smitten with the chubby little creature. Dorcas could see that Aurora was already rather smitten with baby ... uh. She couldn't remember it's name, she could recall it was a boy but that was about all. She'd just call it Mini-Burke and that would be about it, she didn't have to talk about it or socialise with anyone and as soon as her drink got here she was going to knock it back and then excuse herself to get back to the library where she wouldn't have to deal with boring talking about shitting nappies or stretching vagina's or whatever the hell new parents talked about.

Tag: Clementine Gabrielle Burke and Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 338
Notes: <3
Outfit: Baby Fever!

Dorcas smirked a little at Kit, giving him a playful little nudge but honestly, she did lack rhythm. If it wasn't true she'd be pissed at him, not because it was part of whatever they had going on, but because it was clearly meant to be a little dig at her. He was lucky she could keep this shit professional because he was cruising for a bruising and if he wasn't careful enough, she was going to leave him to the cougar that look like she'd had a tonne of bricks dropped on her face. Okay so Dorcas wasn't a big enough bitch to ditch a fellow Auror. She would always have her partners back because she had to presume they would have hers, but if Kit thought he was going to be able to escape a bollocking when they got back to the ministry, then he was in for a rude awakening.

The target had his eyes all over her and Dorcas honestly didn't care. She'd literally been grabbed by worse and older men and truthfully, she'd probably be grabbed by worse by the end of the week. She was a woman, she was attractive, she was used to it. Although most of those guys had ended up with broken fingers or worse, judging by the way this guy was going he was getting at least a broken arm and a fractured foot. It was the very least he deserved for her today.

The target invited them for private lessons and Dorcas bit her bottom lip, letting the majority of it slide between her teeth until she was left with a bit that she held a little longer, holding the absolute creeps eye contact, before she let her lip go and looked to Kit who looked at her. She rubbed her hand over his arm, giving him a small a somewhat eager nod. She could feel the target's eye boring into her, he was checking out her figure and he wasn't hiding it, or if he was he completely sucked at it. At least it was agreed upon that she and Kit would be staying back for some "private lessons" but that did mean that they had to go through the whole other half of the sodding lesson. "I look forward to it." She said, grinning and biting her tongue. She turned away so the total pervert could get a good glance at her arse in the dress. She took another gulp of water then screwed the cap back on, leaving her bottle on the table and returning to their space, hips sashaying as she went.

Tag: Christopher Erebus Devereaux
Words: 437
Notes: <3
Outfit: Sexy and you know it!