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So her threats were usually pretty empty when it came to Rodolphus and he knew it. Since having been discovered by his daughter just over a month ago, Dorcas had been adamant that she would never return to Rodolphus' home. She didn't want to risk getting caught by his daughter again but he ensured her that the young little witch would be away at his parents and she would not be returned until his say so. Did she believe that? Of course not, but it was fun to have a hell of a lot more rooms to fool around in and she was trying, at least a little, to keep him in a good enough mood to get her into the death eaters some way. Everything was taking so much longer than she'd hoped, and probably longer than old Dumbledore had been expecting, but Dorcas felt it was happening, or it was happening. Or it had been until that fateful June day when Bellatrix had blasted her way into Dorcas' cottage. Dorcas had the fortune of not being a complete psychopath and so all she'd done was defend herself, and it was just as well because had she fought back she was sure there would have been a longer inquest into the events of that evening.

To add to the massive list of pains in the arse, she had been discovered at Rodolphus' home by his six year old daughter, who he then brought over to Dorcas' place less than two weeks later. Between his wife and daughter, Rodolphus had taken his time mentioning her to Voldemort and Dorcas was beginning to think she was going to have to find another way in. If he didn't want his life any more tangled up with her then she understood, she really understood. Things were more complicated than she'd have liked with him but he was her best shot at getting in, Dumbledore felt and that guy was rarely wrong.

Dorcas was about to object to the whole present idea when Rodolphus added on that she could consider it an early birthday present. It was over a month until her birthday and usually she would have told him to keep it until her birthday but perhaps she was in for a treat, something that might actually be useful, or considering what they'd been doing, perhaps it was something for now, some new like ropes or silk ties. Wrapping a thin, white bed sheet around her, Dorcas yanked the other end of it from off the bed where it had been hanging down. Once she had it tucked around she made her way to what she knew to be a ridiculously large wardrobe. She opened the door, not all that enthused about what awaited her, and when she saw the white box with the bow she was a little intrigued.

Bending over and picking the box up, Dorcas wondered what was inside. It had a little weight to it but nothing that could be considered heavy. She turned around and headed out of the wardrobe, making her way back to Rodolphus and sitting down beside him. "I hate gifts." She quietly told him, looking at him accusingly. She tugged on the bow and watched it unravel, with one last glance to Rodolphus she opened the box, a small smile on her lips as she explored its contents. She was in? He'd quietly been working on getting her in? "I guess this is one gift I can accept." She said, stone faced as she looked at Rodolphus and then smirked, not bothering to contain the satisfaction that the gift brought her.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 607
Notes: <3
Outfit: a white bed sheet

This was a little inconvenient to say the least. Dorcas wasn't a fan of having people burst into her home and try to kill her, it was simply frustrating. She'd much rather a lovely meteorite smash half her house to smithereens or have some kind of gas explosion occur in her kitchen but no, she had the worst luck and had to have her whatever's wife blasting her way into Dorcas' own home, trying to kill her. Honestly, the nerve of some people was disgraceful. Had she no manners at all? Did she really expect Dorcas to get her some sugar?! Okay, so Dorcas completely knew that she wasn't actually asking for sugar but bitch could have thought twice about all this. Just who was this benefiting really? And this was not going to help her much in getting into the Death Eater ranks. If anything fighting with a suspected Death Eater was not going to help her cause at all, but Dorcas didn't really have a choice right now!

Dorcas laughed a fake laugh loudly, making it sound all hoity-toity as she jumped but no spell came flying, knowing Bellatrix was just toying with her for fun. Bitch definitely had to be a bloody death eater, or maybe she was too crazy even for the Death Eaters. "Oh Bellatrix, I say, such a good one, old friend!" She said in the most fake posh voice she could muster. It was insane to think that they had once shared a dorm. Dorcas' first night at Hogwarts, in the same house and dorm as this witch, she could never have predicted ending up in this predicament. Well maybe a little from her their year, once she'd decided she wanted to be an Auror, but certainly not her first year.

The psycho bitch sent another spell and Dorcas managed to dodge out of the way of it. Her table, however, took the brunt of Bellatrix's rage. It was kind of adorable really. Dorcas hadn't thought Bellatrix had given a crap about Rodolphus and yet here she was, attacking a woman she hadn't seen in ten years or whatever, over some guy. Okay well some guy just so happened to be the witch's husband, but whatever. Like that was a big deal to her. "Kinky bitch." She said, sending up a shield which sent the shards from the table flying back at Bellatrix.

The miniature hurricane and the flying shards were all gone. There was a brief pause, a moment of silence despite everything falling to the ground. Dorcas knew as soon as she looked at Bellatrix and she internally cursed herself. This was going to draw attention. She didn't give a crap that there was someone impaled on her shattered dining room table legs in her home, she was concerned about the drama this was going to cause. She could see the long shard next to a slightly shorter one that had pierced through Bellatrix's upper right abdomen, as well as a few little pieces here and there. She saw as Bellatrix reached up, her features contorted to the point that Dorcas wasn't sure if it was a smile, a grimace, or both that the witch wore upon her features. She saw as Bellatrix pulled out the longer shard and then the smaller one and she saw as the blood just poured slowly but consistently from what Dorcas knew to be the location of the liver. Still Dorcas remained behind her shield until Bellatrix's wand dropped from her hand and the witch fell to her knees. Her twisted expression would definitely be the face that Dorcas recalled when she thought of Bellatrix. Not her beauty, not her younger years. This. Dying in her fucking living room, shattered table everywhere and a fuck load of blood on her sodding floor. The witch was seriously a damn inconvenience.

Dorcas lowered her shield and summoned a rag from the kitchen, she wasn't going to dirty one of her tea towels with Bellatrix's blood, and watched as Bellatrix passed out on the floor, hitting the stone floors with a gentle thud, much like a bag of potatoes held at calf height, Dorcas thought as she rolled the witch on to her side and performed the basic first aide that she knew - block the hole. She waved her wand, summoning her absolute happiest memory which just so happened to be her birthday last year with Rodolphus, and sent her little cat patronus off to London with a message for the head of her department. She'd contemplated sending it to Dorian but this was big, it had to be handled appropriately. And talking of appropriate ... Looking down at Bellatrix's clearly dead face and then to her left arm, Dorcas used her wand with a slight flick to slide the cloak of the witch up. Ha! Knew it! Dorcas smirked at the sight of the Dark Mark there on Bellatrix's arm. Dorcas put her sleeve back again and applied more pressure to the wounds of the liver but she already knew it was no good, the witch was gone, and as the sounds of people apparating just outside of her gate gave her cause to look up, she knew that this was just the beginning of the shit storm. Well at least there was a positive, Rodolphus' earnings would probably suffer this quarter and that gave her cause to almost smile, if it weren't for his dead wife on her floor then maybe she might have.

"Oh shit!" Her baking was burning and she could smell it. As if her day wasn't crap enough already she'd failed at yet another cooking task. This day was finally just ruined.

Tag: Bellatrix Druella Lestrange
Words: 949
Notes: <3
Outfit: Suck on this, bitch!

Hiding in the what!? Dorcas' eyes shot to the dresser and she walked over to it, making no effort to say goodbye to Rodolphus or his daughter right now. She was more concerned about what his mental daughter had just done to her cats! What in the hell!? Where did she get the sodding impression it was okay to do things like that? She really was a little psychopath. Major sociopath in the very least. She had too many of her mother's genetics and it wasn't going to play well for the world. The world was in terrible danger, but by the time Aurora was grown up enough to terrorise the world, there'd be a whole new crop of younger Aurors to take care of her. Dorcas wouldn't have to do it, although if it was as easy as humiliating her by telling the world about her embarrassing bra story, then Dorcas would contemplate stepping in to stop the brat. Did anyone have any embarrassing tales of Voldemort?

"See ya." She muttered, Pulling open the draw and looking down at two purring cats, snuggled up around one another, sleeping and content. At least they were both alive, she thought as she made sure to watch for each of their breaths. If the kid had killed them first then she'd definitely have to step in ... or talk to Tersha about what a fucking psycho child she was. Yeah, that was more likely to happen. The sound of Ader downstairs was actually a welcome one. After having dealt with Aurora and Rodolphus, Dorcas just wanted to head out and forget this had ever happened. She got herself dressed, knowing she'd return to an immaculate home full of food and probably fresh flowers to replace the wilting ones on the dining table and the almost dead ones in the kitchen. As much as Dorcas protested Ader, she did actually like not having to look after herself. It kept life way more straight forward. Having to concentrate on fending for her life was chaos enough without having to worry about spilt wine. Dorcas showered and dressed herself for a night out and disapparated from her home to land on the outskirts of Tersha's property. Bitches were about to get wasted.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 376
Notes: <3
Outfit: Home early

The girl was not moving, instead she seemed to be making herself more comfortable and DOrcas had not signed up for this at any point. This, all of this, was entirley Rodolphus' doing. He was 1000% at fault and if he didn't fix this then Dorcas was going to lose her shit at him and possibly stop seeing him ... for a month or so, not indefinitely. She still liked pleasure and she still needed him for that. Not always, but just over a month and she'd actually start to miss what he could do to her. Plus she needed him to get into the Death Eaters. That was all though, if it weren't for that she'd convinced herself she'd be perfectly happy living her life without him in it, she'd always thought this would only be a couple of times thing, she'd never expected it to go on for two sodding years or imagined that she'd be sat on the loo with his daughter on her lap for Merlin's sake!

"I don't have a dog. My cat is called dog." She said, "Why don't you get daddy to go buy you a doggy." She suggested. "Rodolphus!" She called, throwing the bra over the shower so he wouldn't question why she had it in hand and if he so happened to spot it in her shower then he'd probably just come to some conclusion about her being a slob - which to be fair could be quite accurate at times, "Rodolphus! Time to buy your daughter a dog." She was done waiting for Aurora to take a hint, apparently you couldn't hint at kids - who knew? But what you could do was demand subtley to their parent to take them the hell away so you could get back to your wine and chocolate. Screw it, she was going to need cheese too after all this fuss and nonsense.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 316
Notes: <3
Outfit: Home early

Bellatrix, angry? Never! Who could imagine that that particular brand of psychopath got angry!? What utter nonsense this child spoke! Dorcas wondered how Aurora felt about her mother. Was she better off now the woman was gone? Dorcas didn't really like to think much about it, but when the child was her in front of her, mentioning the psychotic cow, it did give Dorcas' mind the opportunity to wander. "I think you might be reading too much into things, kid." She said at the idea that Rodolphus liked her because she was 'nice'. That was not a reason why Dorcas was liked by Rodolphus. Her arse and being a great fuck was why she was liked by Rodolphus but there was no way that kid could ever know that. She was going to grow up messed up enough as it was, she didn't need to grow up too soon and especially not knowing random things like that.

Dorcas looked at the bra and then to Aurora. She was free of the contraption but she wanted to keep it? That was weird, right? Dorcas wasn't certain but it felt kind of weird. "I bought it myself, my dad doesn't by me bras." She told Aurora, expecting that Rodolphus would never buy Aurora bras either. That'd be left to her grandmothers and aunts or something. "That's not really something you can keep," Dorcas said, holding her hand out for Aurora to hopefully give it back without too much of a fuss, "And you don't have to share your things if you don't want to. Who ever told you that is an idiot." She informed Aurora. "If people don't like you because you won't share your things with them, then they can get stuffed - they're not worth having as friends." Life lessons from a borderline sociopath ... excellent.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 304
Notes: <3
Outfit: Home early

What the hell was going on? What was with all this secrecy? What could Aurora possibly be up to that she'd allow a complete stranger to know about it but not her own father? The more time she was spending with Aurora and Rodolphus both, the more she was coming to the conclusion that Aurora and Rodolphus were not close, not even in the slightest. Sure he loved his kid - he'd be a monster if he didn't - but they were close, there didn't seem to be much trust there. Also yeah, he was a monster, but not a complete one ... maybe. Yeah, he couldn't be a complete monster. He'd saved her life! Or at least he'd saved her life after he'd killed her. Yeah, the guy that she had shagged regularly for ten plus years wasn't a top bloke but he was alright, and he may or may not have been helping her to get into the Death Eaters, so that was good! The sex was also fantastic so that was another bonus. Admittedly he was a bit of a murderer but in all honesty the only evidence she had was purely circumstantial, it'd never be enough to convict, though probably be enough to search his home and business, but Rodolphus was too smart to keep shit there ... right? Probably not, he was an arrogant sod.

"I won't let him in, I promise." She swore to the six year old that was currently hiding away in a minuscule ensuite. There was barely enough room for herself and Rodolphus so Aurora really didn't have to worry about Rodolphus trying to squeeze his gigantic arse into the tiny space if both the girls were in there, and even if he did try, Dorcas wanted this kid out of her house and if he jeopardised that then she'd blast his arse across the already trashed bedroom.

Dorcas slid into the bathroom quickly through the crack that Aurora had allowed. She took in the sight before her and sighed. Bra's were shit. They were the worst, and dear little Aurora was finding that out way too young. Dorcas closed the lid of the toilet seat and sat down on it, looking at the bra and just how Aurora had managed to tangle herself up. "Yeah, bras suck." She said in a matter of fact tone, not even mad that the six year old had rummaged through the underwear draw to get this. She just hoped she'd not seen the picture of her father's swinging dick. "You really don't wanna be messing with these things until you need them, they're not all that fun." Dorcas carefully maneuvered the bra around Aurora, pulling it this way and that to try and get it off the girl without hurting her or getting it snagged on her dress or curls. "How come you decided to try on the bra?" She asked, her tone just as it would be if she were talking to a friend, not demeaning or condescending, not mad or irritated, just wondering why Aurora might try and have a little fun with her bra of all things. At least she hadn't found Dorcas' grown up toys, or so Dorcas hoped.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 535
Notes: <3
Outfit: Home early

She was nearly out. She'd hidden herself away in the ensuite that was positively tiny, smaller than her wardrobe almost, and yet she didn't want to see her dad? Dorcas had no idea what was going on. Sure she didn't actually take Rodolphus for much of a father figure really but she thought he and the kid got on well enough that she'd listen to him from time to time but it seemed she just didn't want anything to do with her father right now and Dorcas flummoxed. Rodolphus was here, his face was fine. What was Aurora so worried about? Dorcas greatly disliked that she was being thrust into Aurora's life once more but if it would get her out of the bathroom then so be it. It had to be done. "Stop thinking you can order me around or boils will be the least of your worries." She hissed as she shoved Rodolphus out the way and then placed her left hand on the ensuite door and her right on the handle, ready to get herself in fast if she could. If Aurora opened the door even a little then Dorcas was ready to literally get her foot in.

"Aurora," Dorcas, knocked on the door, because apparently a six year old was able to outsmart Rodolphus, though Dorcas really shouldn't have been surprised, Aurora was probably as big a pain in the arse as Rodolphus, "What's going on?" She asked, looking to Rodolphus and then back to the bathroom door. What was happening right now? Dorcas was sure she'd had nightmares something along these lines. Some small part of Dorcas hoped that she would wake up and find this was some kind of crazy wine dream, but the sensible part of her brain reassured her that this was indeed real life and that she was stuck playing mediator between Rodolphus and his daughter, if only to get her out of the sodding bathroom at this moment in time.


Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 330
Notes: <3
Outfit: Home early