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For the first time ever Rodolphus actually made good use of himself by showing up when she was in serious need of him. Dorcas was about ready to murder him for leaving her in this situation but she couldn't exactly kill the girls father. She'd already killed her mother which in fairness was probably a service to the Lestrange's but it had meant her whatever this was with Rodolphus was no longer as big a secret as either of them would have liked. Now it seemed the secret was even more out of the cupboard. Dorcas didn't really want anyone else knowing anything. This was just supposed to be fun, nothing serious, no meeting the family and crap like that even if Rodolphus did insist on being an arse and having tea with her mother. Her mother who assumed all sorts were going on between them and had done for bloody ever. Rodolphus really was a bit of a sod.

He interacted with Aurora and Dorcas tried getting the pyjama bottoms on smoothly with one hand while the other balanced her cereal. The shirt got stuck half in and half out but she just pulled the thing out of the pyjama bottoms. At least she was all covered up down below, even her ankles. The pyjamas were far too long for her but that was not the issue now, what was an issue was she was being dragged in to a conversation she hadn't been paying attention to. She shovelled a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and shrugged her shoulders, eyes wide as she looked to Rodolphus, not knowing what in the hell was going on. Didn't he know how to control his kid? Couldn't he just lock her in her room for a bit so Dorcas could escape and never return because there was no way she was coming back here again after this giant balls up.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 319
Notes: <3
Outfit: Oh shit.

Of course he said that. Rodolphus was an arse and by comparison to him everyone was poor. Aurora's brazen nature was somewhat amusing, or at least it would have been had Dorcas not been stood in the young girls home in just a shirt. Her father's shirt. Bollocks. This was shite. She was never coming back here again if Rodolphus couldn't keep his bloody offspring locked away at his parents house or whatever it was he did with her. "So poor." She said with a vague hint of sarcasm, figuring by Aurora's standards she was probably poor as hell too but the blunt conversation was at least refreshing. There was always too much pretence. This kid was bold and blurted out whatever she wanted. Good for her.

The house elf left, leaving Dorcas alone with Aurora. This was worse. The damn creature could have taken the bloody girl with him ... her? Rather than leaving her with Dorcas. This was some kind of nightmare. Worse, really. Dorcas couldn't even imagine something this terrifying happening. She wanted nothing to do with Rodolphus' family. She'd already had a run in with his wife and the bitch had ended up dead, nothing good could ever come from their lives mingling like this. Sure he liked to piss her off by having tea with her mother and chats with her father or some crap, but they were normal people! No Lestrange was normal, she'd met three of them so far and they were all nut-jobs. Sure Rabastan seemed the most normal but that wasn't saying much. All Dorcas knew was that there was no chance of this kid being normal. She was likely as psychotic as the rest of them.

The girl asked about clothes but Dorcas didn't get a chance to respond. The house elf wasn't going to be able to find much of what she'd worn over last night because it was ripped to pieces. Rodolphus wasn't gentle. Before Dorcas could tell the kid she had a few clothes the conversation switched topics and Dorcas felt as though she'd blacked out for five minutes or something. How did the conversation just change like that? The kid was crazy. "That's some interesting dancing. I've never tried making drawings dance." She told the girl truthfully. She'd sent Rodolphus a drawing of a hand once. It was the back of a closed fist and she'd made it move alright, the middle finger had come up and flipped him the bird but she'd never done anything girly like dancing figures. "Maybe your daddy could draw with you." She said, because besides not wanting to spend any more time with the child, Dorcas also didn't have her wand and wanted to just get home and do nothing but make a birth control potion that would last her the rest of her life.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 471
Notes: <3
Outfit: Oh shit.

Ooohh holy shit. This was not what she'd hoped for. Dorcas had no idea what to do with kids. Sure she could deal with Ariel but she was a baby, she'd only just turned one. Aurora was what? 9, 8 or something? Hell, she might even be 3 for all the attention Dorcas paid to Rodolphus' life outside of herself. The wild little princess in front of her was massive but still so small at the same time. She knew how to walk and talk so that was more than Ariel could manage. Why was she comparing the two? There was clearly no similarities that would help her situation right now. She couldn't just hold a shiny spoon in front of Aurora and expect her to be entertained ... or could she?

Before Dorcas could react to the small child by trying to distract her with the spoon in her cereal, Aurora spoke. "Buhhhh." Dorcas looked at her cereal, totally overwhelmed. She didn't have to deal with kids in her line of work, there were better qualified people to get sensitive information out of kids. Dorcas would mentally scar the fragile creatures and she was worrying that she was going to somehow mentally scar Aurora, after all the little girl had just found her - some random woman - in her home, in her father's shirt and nothing else, holding a bowl of cereal.

"Yeah, uh - no. Uh-" Dorcas stopped, her brow furrowed as she looked to the house elf, begging for help with her eyes. She looked back to Aurora figuring this was not her problem, Rodolphus was the one that got to deal with this, "It's - it's called cereal, why don't you ask your daddy if you can have some. He's still in bed." She suggested, hoping the kid would totally go for it so she could - crap! Dorcas had been hoping she could just apparate away but her wand was up in Rodolphus' bedroom, right where she'd just told the kid to go. How was she supposed to get out of this?!

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 342
Notes: <3
Outfit: Oh shit.

It wasn’t often that Dorcas was seen in skirts or dresses. It was more often than she’d have liked but not that often at all. Christmas, a fancy night out, undercover work. Dresses and skirts had their places but in her every day life Dorcas preferred more comfortable clothing or clothes that were so bloody tight they’d occasionally do Rodolphus’ head in trying to get her out of them. Tonight was different. Tonight was his birthday and as was the same every year since they’d been screwing around, she was his birthday present. There wasn’t a whole lot she could give him or even wanted to give him, but at least this was mutually beneficial for the pair. He wasn't so bad to be around when there was sex involved ... or food.

"A dance?" She smirked, watching him back away after having taken her top off. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about it. She was able to move her body just fine but dancing wasn't something she'd ever been comfortable with, she had a tendency to overthink what it was she was doing with her feet unless she was completely drunk and then she was pretty sure she just rubbed her arse up against people and rubbed her hands over her body, that was simple enough. Thankfully this wasn't going to be actual dancing and she didn't need to be drunk to fondle herself in his presence. This was going to be a little bit of body moving and possibly looking like a giant twat, but if that was what the birthday boy wanted then she was happy to oblige.

Watching as Rodolphus took off his jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat was like watching a playwitch model come to life. Suave and sophisticated - it was fun to see this side of him. There was nothing wrong with just jumping one another but she did enjoy this view every now and then - it wasn't one she got to see all too often. When Rodolphus worked back late he wasn't usually this well put together and even if he was he was usually naked before she got the chance to enjoy him looking somewhat respectable. The nights he'd visit her after a murderous rampage he'd usually have changed into something all the more flexible and easy for killing. She could have somewhat appreciated that if it weren’t for the fact he was killing innocent people - or at least those that didn’t deserve it.

Pulling her wand out of a concealed back pocket in her skirt, Dorcas gave it a wave. Music started up, gently filling the room. Dorcas slipped her wand back in the concealed pocket of her skirt. She'd never really had to try to be sexy for anyone other than Rodolphus and even then nothing topped dying her hair blonde. Unfortunately she'd been blonde for a couple of months now and it wasn't much of a treat or a surprise for him any more which meant she actually had to put in a little effort. If it had been any other day she'd have laughed and told him to get stuffed but being his birthday she was stepping forward in his bedroom, running her hands over her body as she swayed her hips, stepping with purpose and turning as she stepped. It was ridiculous the things she was willing to do for him on his birthday. Wasn't it enough that she'd turned up to his home instead of expecting him at hers? Or that she was permanently blonde right now? Or even that she'd remembered that it was his birthday? She supposed she'd didn't mind too much and besides, she was sexy as hell.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 624
Notes: <3
Outfit: Happy birthday, you arse

Getting a mans attention was easy. Getting his stare was amusing. Getting Rodolphus' gaze was completely exciting. His gaze was that of a predator when she dressed in a more lady like fashion. She wasn't one for dresses or skirts usually but occasionally, when she did dress in such a way, Rodolphus benefitted from it too. His gaze was predictable too and once he was at her legs her eyes shifted to what she was looking forward to this evening. Quickly enough she was looking back up to those entrancing eyes of his that could seduce a celibate nun. He was close to her in less than a second, his arm about her and his hand precisely where it ought to be when greeting her in private. The idea it might be elsewhere was simply absurd. How anyone could keep their hands off her backside when alone with her was beyond her, even Tersha had a hard time keeping her hands to herself occasionally. Okay, maybe a couple of times. And usually there was a reason for it. Dorcas convinced herself it was more excuses than reasons as to why Tersha was touching her arse. Dust on her arse? Unlikely. Sticking a bunny tail on for Easter merriment? Ha! Excuses excuses, obviously.

"Personally I don't know how you're resisting this dynomite little package in the first place." She said seductively, knowing full well that as usual his present was naff and there was no point in even opening it yet. He could look at it and throw it out while she slept. It was only a white shirt with tiny grey people all over it. Tiny grey people having sex. Of course if you didn't look closely enough it just looked like a crappy shit -which it was. She was crap at buying presents but she'd always been told that it was the thought that counted so really she could get anyone any old crap and they'd be pleased enough with it. She on the other hand was a little up front and honest if she didn't like a gift but she didn't care if she didn't like it, she never gave things back. Perhaps she'd re-gifted a thing or five but at least she always said thank you.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 379
Notes: <3
Outfit: Happy birthday, you arse

Dorcas was a shite gift giver. It wasn't in her nature to be that considerate of other people. She could be considerate enough to know their names, first and last, but beyond that she was useless. She knew random facts about people, useful things like their habits, the people the spent their time with and , for most, what side of this war they were on. People were relatively easy to read when it was the factual kind, anything related to personal interests went beyond Dorcas' capabilities. Rodolphus, for example, was fond of scotch, smoking, drugs, and sex. She knew this but it wasn't as if she was able to create a gift for him. He hated muggleborns and blood traitors but what kind of gift could she possibly give him that he wouldn't be able to get for himself? If he wanted something then he was rich enough to get it himself. Dorcas, year after year, gave him a small something that meant fuck all and had sex with him. Outright, incredible, mind blowing sex and tonights gift was no different. She had a bag with a little something in it but it wasn't his main gift. She was his main gift.

Being at Rodolphus' house was horrid. It was large and unnecessary for two people alone. It had been the home of three people but Rodolphus had kicked his wife's average arse out and then there was the small incident where Dorcas may of killed her. Just a little. Well a lot. It wasn't like the time Rodolphus had accidentally killed her a little - she'd come back from that. No, Bellatrix Black Lestrange was a lot dead in the sense that it was very much permanent. It was self defence though. The state of her house, herself and Bellatrix pretty much went to show that, however she'd been under investigation at work. A whole month she wasn't allowed in and to work on cases and it drove her absolutely mad. Once she'd been back at work she threw in all the overtime she could, not for the money, she had her parents helping her out with bills for the month so she wouldn't have to dip into her savings much. They'd even given her what they liked to call 'spending money', which was exceedingly generous of them, Dorcas was fairly certain they couldn't actually afford to keep her like that and she didn't really like it, but she wasn't going to say 'no', that'd be insane! Plus she'd put the money towards some incredible summer nights out with Tersha and a few others here and there. It helped to stop her from going completely mental while she was a little bit suspected of murdering her "lovers" wife. Merlin that was such a gross word. At least she'd been cleared, or at least enough that she wasn't arrested and was cleared for work again.

With a knock on the door of Lestrange fucking Chateau, after climbing a damn near mountain of stairs to get there, Dorcas was only waiting a few seconds, maybe ten maximum, when the door began opening. A small looking house elf she recognised stood aside to let her in. She had no idea why she'd agreed to come here that first time, perhaps a midge of curiosity had gotten the better of her, but now she was regretting that decision. She didn't much like the home, especially now that she'd been somewhat responsible for the death of one of its former occupants. At least she was now somewhat familiar with the place. She could easily get lost if she was left to wander but she knew how to get to the kitchen and the bedroom, the only two places she actually cared about. At least the elf had learnt not to say anything. She didn't really much like the presence of the house elves, they kind of gave her the creeps but at least Ader took her request not to be spoken to on board and she'd not yet met the other one, she didn't much fancy meeting it either. Flopsy or Mopsy, some stupid name. That was the one that looked after Aurora and she was off with her grandparents for the night, that much Dorcas knew, she wouldn't dare step foot inside Rodolphus massive home if she thought the young little psychopath was about.

Making her way through the home to the master bedroom Dorcas didn't bother looking at the decor. One square foot of this place was worth more than hers and her parents cottages combined. It was kind of sickening that this much money belonged to one person and one person alone. She'd seen a lot of things in her line of work, there'd been many different lifestyles she'd had to blend in with and some of those could greatly do with even the smallest percentage of Rodolphus' money. Dorcas had no idea what Rodolphus' idea of 'giving' was, beyond what he gave to her, but there was a lot he could do in the world, he could more than likely end poverty as they knew it, but he didn't. If she'd been a better human being perhaps that would have bothered her more, as it was she didn't give too much of a crap, it was just a passing thought. "Your present has arrived." She said as she entered his bedroom to find him fully clothed. Merlin his backside was just ... Dorcas tossed the bag she'd come in with onto the bench at the end of the bed before taking off her jacket and throwing it in a similar direction as the present. The coat landed on the bench, the present and bag had tumbled on to the floor, the scruffily wrapped present peeked out the top of the dark blue bag, the underside of the wrapping paper visible in some places while there was a scruffy looking deep blue ribbon, not curled properly in the slightest just laying limply across the gift. At least it matched the dark blue and white paper. That was about the extent of Dorcas' effort for a gift he'd probably just be rid of by day break.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 1,032
Notes: <3
Outfit: Happy birthday, you arse

Dorcas was getting herself ready to leave the toilets. Apart from having the need to pee it had completely left her mind as to why she wanted to visit the toilets. Tersha, she could recall, was off with some wealthy bloke and probably assessing whether he'd make a decent husband number two, a boyfriend for the week or just a one night thing to buy her drinks, though she was well and truly sloshed right now and Mr RichBarGuy wasn't all that bad looking so who knew what Tersha might get up to tonight. Dorcas would find out one way or another. She'd have a look around for Tersha and if she was given the 'all good, this guy's quality' kind of nod, then she'd leave Tersha to it. If she got the 'save me from this tosser' kind of look then Dorcas would naturally sweep in and save the poor bloke from having his nads kicked by Tersha for not being good enough, not that Tersha would kick a bloke for no reason but if she wasn't going home with rich bloke then there was a reason for it and whatever that reason would probably be worthy of a swift kick to the family jewels.

Someone was talking to Dorcas. Her eyes eventually made their way to a familiar face. The blonde from the bathroom was there with her. Wait. She'd not left the restrooms yet. The blonde was done on the loo. "Eh?" Dorcas furrowed her brow, confused at what the blonde was on about and she looked down at her arse. It was perfection as always but a little more than it should have been for her skirt was up and her gorgeous arse on display. "Ah, enjoying the view, ay?" She smirked then winked at the blonde in a friendly way, the girl looked way too young for her liking, "Can't say I blame ya. It's pretty fab." With a bit of a wriggle Dorcas sorted her arse out and pulled her dress down properly. Her damp hands ra over her arse that was now covered but she was starting to get fed up with being in a dress. Yes her tits looked fabulous, yes her arse was just straight up perfection, but there was only so much dress wearing she could take, she wasn't a dress kind of girl, she was a track suit pants and baggy teeshirt kind of person. This was far too restrictive, even if it did look sensational!

Tag: Echo Arista Everwood, Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 417
Notes: <3
Outfit: A dress, eep!