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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on May 10, 2018 0:49:19 GMT
Rodolphus was never usually very subtle about his arrival at her home. He gave zero fucks about who was around and might hear him and really he didn't need to be concerned. Dorcas had a lack of people in her life for many reasons and there was a bigger lack of people that would be at her home. She'd not sent Rodolphus word that she had someone over this evening so for him to assume no one else was around was fairly standard. Of course there was also to possibility that the giant tit wouldn't have given a shit anyway. He'd still have announced himself in the same sort of way if only in the hopes of embarrassing her or making her life more awkward in some way. Embarrassed she probably wouldn't be, awkward? Well that would depend on who was around. Thankfully there was no one. She had a routine with her mum coming over Wednesday evenings but that was about all. Tuesdays were usually reserved for Rodolphus. If 'reserved' was even the correct term. He was really just expected and with him being there on Tuesday nights, usually staying overnight, it meant Wednesday morning was enough of one another so she didn't have to worry about him urning up like the giant jack-ass that he was and announcing himself in his classic stylings. Plus the complete and utter arse had tea with her mum occasionally so undoubtedly he knew she came over most Wednesdays through her. Now that was something that absolutely mortified her and he knew it which was why he revelled in it so much.
Leaning back against Rodolphus, Dorcas smirked, holding back a smile as best she could. He could try and convince her to cook naked as much as he wanted but the end result would just be Rodolphus with a burnt buttocks from where she'd smack him with a hot pan. It was kind of tempting to try right now, lots of things were tempting with Rodolphus around but Dorcas was hungry and there wasn't a lot that could steal her mind away from food when she was this hungry, not even Rodolphus. "Keep on dreaming." She smirked, tilting her head against his chest to look up at him. "Make me some cereal. I'm starving." She said, intending on making something herself but asking Rodolphus to do something around the house was always bloody hilarious, besides, if he made her up a bowl of cereal then she could get on with getting rid of this crappy egg thing she'd made and she could get to eating cereal all one minute sooner than if she had to do both tasks herself.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 25, 2018 5:22:11 GMT
It was coming up to three months since Albus had asked her to reach out to Rodolphus and find her way into the inner circle of the Death Eaters. It was no easy task. Thankfully, not long after her discussion with Albus, an opportunity arose. Rodolphus was summoned to his master's side side while he was staying the night with her. She'd stirred and seen what was on his left forearm and she made it known she wasn't going to throw his arse away in Azkaban for possessing such a mark. She'd always known Rodolphus was a Death Eater but he'd hidden his mark so well. She'd always had the intention to haul his arse down to the ministry and get him officially questioned and then locked up if she ever saw his mark but a week prior to actually seeing it for the first time, Albus had made his request of her. She knew she was a bloody idiot for going along with it but she was willing to give his plan a try, even if she got herself killed in the process. Which was entirely possible. In fact it was entirely probable but it seemed that Albus felt he had no choice of lambs to offer up to the slaughter. She was well versed in occlumency, having been taught by Dumbledore himself (something she had started to suspect he'd taught her purely for this reason) and she had an in, she had a Death Eater she could manipulate. The only draw back was the years she'd been spent being accused of being a bloodtraitor ... which she was.
Rodolphus was a regular visitor to her home. In fact he visited more than anyone else. She usually avoided inviting other people over purely because she never knew when he'd show up. If she did have company over then she usually sent him an owl, telling him she had company and seeing to it that he knew not to bother her. She never got a response from him but she was relatively certain he got the messages because he never came over. The only time there'd been a crossover in her life had been the mortifying moment when Rodolphus was making his way up the stairs, butt naked, yelling something about shoving a bottle somewhere just as Dorian let himself in. Poor Dorian seemed to have suppressed that moment in his life just as he did with every other situation he wasn't sure how to handle properly. Clearly the appropriate response would have just been to join them but the broom up his arse was far too rigid to allow for anything that was classified 'fun'.
Dorcas wasn't certain but she had strong suspicions that Rodolphus would be over tonight. Since his divorce was taking effect and it had become common knowledge through the wizarding world, he'd spent a little more time than usual with her. Dorcas didn't mind. During his other visits she'd "absentmindedly" run her hand over his left forearm where his Dark Mark rested. She willed herself to act more aroused when he had it on display for her, which became increasingly often. She complained a little in the beginning, of muggleborns at work, not exactly going so far as to blame their blood being inferior but certainly insinuating it. It hadn't exactly been easy in the beginning, she didn't believe what she was saying, but she had no idea if Rodolphus was a legilimens, she was informed by Albus that Voldemort was but he seemed to think she was more than capable of shutting her mind and thoughts off to him, allowing only what she wanted, so she put that in to practice around Rodolphus too.
As well as the random little muggleborn comments and the stroking of his left arm while they relaxed with one another, Dorcas had found herself in the odd situation of having been killed by Rodolphus. Just a little bit, he claimed, and he'd brought her straight back, he objected when she'd accused him of killing her, so she'd been able to use that to ask him in bed what it was like, the comparison between killing her and killing a muggleborn or bloodtraitor. Wrapped up in his arms after fooling around and then having that kind of conversation was far easier than Dorcas could have ever imagined. When she was with Rodolphus she found acting like she was somehow apart of his world, just on the outskirts of it, was kind of easy. The more time she spent with him, the more she was able to let it seep into his mind that even though she may have come from a bloodtraitor family, she herself held alternative views and because the two of them had never really talked about this sort of thing, how would he have ever known just what she thought in private? Between his divorce and talking beyond the superficial and 'safe' conversational topics, Dorcas was starting to feel more and more coupley with Rodolphus and in a way, she kind of liked it, even if it was half bullshit and lying to him.
If he was coming over tonight, then he wouldn't be much longer. Dorcas stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and raising a bottle of cider to her lips. She was a little lost in thought on how to actually approach becoming a Death Eater with Rodolphus. She lacked tact at the best of times and she was fairly certain she'd need it in order to convince Rodolphus to let her in, even just a little. She thought of all different scenario's in which all ended with Rodolphus laughing his arse off and her getting absolutely nowhere. If she was Albus' best home then he was bloody screwed. The smell of burning eggs caught her nose and for a minute she didn't realise what she was smelling, then her thoughts were swept away and her focus shifted to the scrambled eggs she was cooking. Originally it had been an omelette but fate had laughed deeming her cooking skills well below par and she was now left with scrambled eggs. Burnt scrambled eggs that were beyond saving so she put her cider down, moved the pan to the back burner, turned off the flame and left them there, convincing herself she wanted cereal anyway.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 24, 2018 5:30:28 GMT
There were a few sounds coming from the bathroom and Dorcas made her way in to the apartment. Dorian's head popped out of the bathroom as Dorcas settled her bag down on the table. "No rush." She said, looking about. Dorcas didn't really have a hard time keeping her place tidy, it was just her alone most days and whenever things needed doing that she couldn't be arsed then she lifted the little charm she had in place that kept Rodolphus' house elf out and then let the little beast get on with cleaning her house from top to bottom until it sparkled. It wasn't very often she took advantage of the house elf, only whens he was expecting pre-planned company, the rest of the time her mum usually helped out, a bit of light dusting and whatever else it was she did. Dorcas still didn't wash her own clothes, that came down to her mother, but Dorcas still saw it as a favour to her mum, the woman loved taking care of her and Dorcas didn't have time to learn to work a washing machine or any kind of scrubbing charms, she was busy catching bad guys, dying, and stealing babies.
Dorcas unzipped her jacket and pulled it off. Giving it a small shake to sort out the arms she looked about the tidy flat, wondering if her mother tidied Dorian's place and dusted much like she did with Dorcas' place. She probably did and then Dorian probably went over it all anyway, he seemed like the uptight kind that had to do it himself or he'd fret over it. Placing her jacket on the back of a chair Dorcas realised she didn't really have plans for Ariel. She figured some shopping, some lunch, some more shopping and back here for dinner. She probably wouldn't stick around for dinner, something Dorian would probably be grateful for, but she'd have Ariel back in time for snuggles with her daddy Dor, din-dins and time for her bedtime routine. Dorcas figured she might find her own way to a pub and find some company that wasn't Rodolphus for a change. Taking Ariel off Dorian's hands for a few hours might also give him some time to find a little adult company, but Dorcas highly doubted it, if anything he'd pace around his flat, attempting to find something to clean or tidy, worrying about what she was up to with Ariel.
Heading to the closet near the door, Dorcas suspected that Ariel's little bag full of nappies, wipes and whatever else a baby would need, would be all full and ready to go. There would of course be a few adjustments that needed to be made but not right now, just in the future. Dorcas wasn't a fan of some of the clothes Dorian dressed the little angel in but she was slowly going to start changing that today. Pulling open the closet door she decided she'd leave the bag as it was for now and get Ariel a few new things while they were out. She pulled the nappy bag out of the closet and set it on the table next to her own bag. She'd stumbled across a few places in London that did some rather adorable baby clothes and she fully intended on giving Ariel a little makeover while they were out. She highly doubted Dorian would approve but then he probably wouldn't approve of much that was beyond his control. Dorcas refused to let Ariel be raised as some kind of overly girly kind of girl. She needed bits that were less frilly and more black. Lots of black. Black was a good colour, though maybe not with baby spit-up. She'd had to throw out a fair few tops thanks to Ariel's vomiting all over them but she was sure the little darling wouldn't be in black for long. Dorian would have her changed into something far too feminine the second he saw her in anything other than flowers or white or pink or frills.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 17:38:38 GMT
For far too many Sunday's now Dorcas had found she was pulled away to work, or dead for one particular weekend and she hadn't felt much like socialising with her family that weekend, not that she'd been dead the whole weekend, just a little bit of the Friday night but it hadn't left her up to socialising much, claiming she was working on a case and couldn't get away from it. Her parents wouldn't have known any better but Dorian possibly would have, thankfully she had worked the weekend before, missing Sunday with her family and Dorian but she'd been there, a little later but there, the following Sunday. She'd left early but she was fairly certain she'd pulled it off well enough not to rouse suspicions. The following weekend she'd been working, actually working so she was able to get away with that one too but it was a little empty not seeing her family as much as she was used to. The anniversary of Paris' death was coming up and she suspected it was at the front of everyone's minds, even if they didn't say anything, but life had to keep moving forward.
After the slight mishap with Rodolphus where she'd died and she'd accidentally confessed she'd had an abortion, she returned to work as normal but losing her life just a little did give her the sobering realisation that there would be people that would miss her when she was gone and while there was nothing she could do to stop that entirely, she figured that perhaps a little distance for a while would help her get her head around what was going on. Of course as well as dodging family meals or nipping out early there had been the Minister's gala that she'd talked Dorian in to attending with her when those strange little invites had been sent out so she couldn't pass up the opportunity to snoop at the woman's home. As it turned out the paranoid bitch wasn't much of a threat as far as Dorcas could see, she did, however, fear a lot of people, or rather what they might know about her or could do to her. Dorcas wasn't interested in that kind of thing, she was more interested in where the Minister's loyalties rested in the present climate but it seemed she was nothing to worry about, she was just a power hungry grub that Dorcas would continue to keep an eye on regardless.
Having missed four of the previous six family Sunday lunches and ducking out early on one, Dorcas had found there was one little face in particular she had been missing and she fully intended on spending the weekend with the little cherub. Not that Dorcas liked babies or anything like that, but Ariel was special, she was unique, she was a great kid with a hell of a lot of potential, that was if she stopped sucking on her fist for longer than five seconds, but Dorcas figured it was a comfort while she observed the world and learnt about it in silence. Oh bugger, she was going to be a Ravenclaw like Dorian. Hopefully by the time she attended Hogwarts she'd stop sucking on her fist. If not that would be one hell of a rough first year with all the teasing she'd endure, but Dorcas was willing to kick anyone's arse that said anything negative towards the little blonde angel, she'd threaten eleven year olds with Azkaban if she sodding well had to. No one was picking on Ariel while Dorcas was still around, and she'd gotten herself back to her usual mindset of thinking she was invincible, all that nonsense that she might die permanently was exactly that - nonsense.
Stopping outside Dorian's apartment, Dorcas already had the key in her hand. She knocked, as was only polite, and then she proceeded to trash that politeness by sliding the key into the lock and letting herself on in to Dorian's tiny little apartment. The did was a single dad, he needed more space than a one room shoebox. 'Shoebox'? Oh bugger, that was Rodolphus' influence there and she cringed a little. "Hey, hope you don't mind me dropping in." She called out, slipping the key out of the lock and shitting the door behind her, sealing the protections that kept the apartment safe. Of course he'd mind her randomly dropping in but he really should have been at least a little used to it by now. She'd been doing it for a while now so as she slipped her keys into her black pouch bag it felt similar to turning up to her parents house, it was just another home away from home, even if Dorian didn't much fancy her treating his home as such.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 6:38:28 GMT
If that was a threat, Dorcas didn't see it as such, she smirked a little and laid down on her bed, cuddling into her dressing gown with her eyes fixed on Rodolphus. She had no idea if there was anything she could say to him right now that would improve his mood and she was beginning not to care. She was already bordering on not giving a shit but if he was going to be such a grouch about one little incident from seven or so years ago then that was going to have to be his issue to deal with. If he wanted to get the fuck over it and climb into bed with her then she wouldn't complain. "Fine." She closed her eyes, wriggling her feet under her blankies, feeling snug. She wouldn't stay like this for long, one way or another but she didn't fancy looking at Rodolphus any more if all he was going to do was act on his emotions. She didn't expect him to be entirely reasonable but she did expect a little thought process but then again he'd always been more of the acting sort, never really thinking much through.
Dorcas had nothing more to say to Rodolphus this evening, not if this was going to be his attitude to her doing the right thing for the both of them bloody years ago. If he wanted to be a stubborn, overreacting jerk then he could bloody well get on with it but he could get fucked if he thought she needed some kind of babysitter for the night, that was complete overkill for a little time unconscious so if he decided to leave, she'd lock the place up so no one could get in. She was clearly well enough, she had enough strength to get up on her feet and as soon as Rodolphus was gone, if he left, maybe she'd head downstairs and get on with some work. She certainly didn't want to fall asleep again, not without some kind of comfort, which in this case would just so happen to be Rodolphus.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 5:37:22 GMT
Dorcas wasn't sure how long she'd been waiting for Rodolphus to return. She watched the doorway, not able to just sleep, she didn't want to sleep, she didn't even want to be laying down but she figured she didn't have a whole lot of strength so if Rodolphus was willing to look after her for a bit then she'd let him. It was strange, usually the only person she ever let actually look after her was her mother and the Healers at St Mungo's but she was an awful patient, truly terrible. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. She rested when she wanted to and not a second before. Taking orders of any kind was often given a lot of thought and Dorcas usually went about things her own way. The only exception being work. Sometimes there were orders she'd rather not follow but she had to or she'd be out of a job. She wasn't afraid to argue back or point out flaws if she felt something truly wasn't right but usually she had to keep her mouth shut and just and get on. That was why she usually preferred to work alone or with people she knew she could boss around easy enough.
Footsteps could be heard and then there was a pause, Dorcas could feel her heart pounding, wondering what Rodolphus was up to out there. He soon came in and walked behind her, putting her water down on her bedside table. Dorcas sat herself up, pushing herself up the bed a little and reaching over. Leaning to her bedside table she reached out and took her water, sitting back in the middle of her bed looking at Rodolphus standing there, talking complete shit. After Rodolphus was done talking, Dorcas raised her right brow and took a sip of her water. Calmly she set the water back down on her bedside table. "Shut up and get into bed. Finish your little tantrum in the morning." Dorcas felt no need to coddle him or his emotions right now, he was overreacting to something that happened a long time ago, something that didn't even concern him. There was nothing to really talk about but if he wanted all the details - or at least the ones she could remember - he was welcome to them when she was a bit stronger and ready to talk about this kind of crap, and maybe he'd get around to telling her just what he'd been so apologetic about earlier.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 4:21:34 GMT
Dorcas folded her arms and rolled her eyes at Rodolphus' little temper tantrum as he commanded her back to bed. It didn't take a genius to work out that he was pissed about the whole thing but Dorcas honestly couldn't see why. If they were a couple then yeah, maybe this would be an issue, hell she wouldn't have done anything without talking to him about it first in that kind of circumstance ... probably ... but they hadn't been a couple, they still weren't a couple and he was married. The last thing he would need was some bastard messing up his respectable reputation, and the last thing she'd needed was some whining infant messing up her career and holding her back. She'd been at the start of her time as a fully qualified Auror, she'd have been restricted if she'd become a mother back then. She knew her parents would have been ecstatic, they'd have loved a grandchild but it didn't matter how much they would have helped out, how much Rodolphus would have helped out if at all, she would still have been the mother, she would still have been the one responsible for another human being and honestly, she could barely take care of herself on the best of days. She was reckless, a mother shouldn't be reckless.
Climbing on to her bed Dorcas kept the dressing gown on and laid on her side in the middle of the bed, pulling her pillow towards her to rest her head on. She faced away from the door and slipped her feet in under the blankets but didn't bother pulling them up. The dressing gown was cosy and warm, more than she needed really but she didn't worry about getting too warm, her thoughts were with Rodolphus and just what the hell he was doing at the moment. She couldn't hear glasses or plates being smashed, she couldn't smell fire so she supposed that was all a good sign, at least he was keeping his little tantrum to a minimum at the moment but she did wonder about earlier, about how he'd wrapped himself around her and apologised. She had no idea what that had been about, losing a little consciousness probably just panicked him a little but to apologise when she was perfectly fine? It seemed like a bit of a stretch for Rodolphus, she wasn't even sure if she'd ever heard him apologise in a non-sarcastic manner. Rolling over on the bed she turned to face the doorway, wondering if Rodolphus was going to bother coming back or not. Part of her hoped that he did.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 3:32:19 GMT
When Dorcas was done tying her dressing gown she continued to look at Rodolphus for a moment, wondering if he would let her leave her own bedroom. She had strength enough to get up and move around but it was only a burst, she knew it would be short lived and she didn't have the strength to fight him off if she needed to, not even with magic and really she didn't even want to. He wasn't as big an arse as he had been when they were still in Hogwarts, he probably wasn't going to attempt to control her but who knew what his emotions would have him do, he was rather sensitive like that and usually when he got a little sensitive he took it out on her in all the kinky sexy ways, but that wasn't possible right now. She, for once, didn't feel like doing anything with Rodolphus and she was fairly certain if they tried anything, she'd just break. Fragile was not a word she liked to be used in relation to herself in any sense but that was exactly what she was feeling this morning and a dumb conversation that was entirely unnecessary wasn't helping.
Dorcas started walking back to her side of the bed where her wand was resting on her beside table from when she'd been getting ready to retire for the night. She didn't think she was going to need it but she liked to keep it on her out of some form of comfort, she felt safer when she had her wand, even if she felt no immediate danger, it was just all part of her training, expect the unexpected and be prepared for it. "I don't know, about seven years maybe." She wasn't sure of dates, she hadn't cared, she'd just wanted that thing out of her as soon as possible. She'd travelled for a while after and at the time only Tersha had known anything about what was going on. Since then she'd only talked to a couple more people about it since then so it wasn't as if she'd ignored the whole incident entirely, she'd just never told her parents or Rodolphus. None of them really needed to know. "I'm gonna get a drink." She said, picking up her wand and slipping it in to the deep dressing gown pocket. She walked back around her side of the bed and headed towards Rodolphus' side to get to the door that lead out of the bedroom and onto the landing.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 8:23:37 GMT
How was this even happening? Dorcas wasn't sure how she could answer Rodolphus' question. Was it his? Well yeah, of course it was. Did she see other people? Occasionally, but Rodolphus was a convenience that she rarely strayed from. She didn't have much need for other guys, they weren't capable of the things Rodolphus was capable of, especially in a one night stand. She'd never discussed any of her other sexual partners with Rodolphus but he had to of known that there were others but he probably had no clue of how many. Hell, even Dorcas wasn't sure how many others there'd been, and it wasn't just men, she'd been with plenty of women too but it was exceedingly unlikely any of them had ever got her pregnant. No, she'd known back then that it had been his child. She knew he was the only possible candidate of baby-daddy and it wasn't something she was going to deny but it wasn't information she was going to willingly give, of course now she was in a bit of a situation. He sounded as though he was starting to get mad and Dorcas had no idea why. What would it matter to him? It was just an unwanted parasite, neither of them could have dealt with it at the time so what did knowing about it do?
It was such a simple answer to give, just a small 'yes' and it should have been done but something in Rodolphus' voice was telling her they weren't done, not by a long shot. After a small pause she nodded her head, still not bothering to look at him because what difference would that make? He only wanted her to look at him if she were lying and why would she lie about it being his? "Yep." She pushed herself up off the bed and walked around to her wardrobe. She pulled it open and grabbed the lilac dressing gown that was hanging up. Thick and warm she'd still not put it away from winter. She swung it over her shoulders, kicking the wardrobe door shut with her right foot. Her arms slipped in as the plump warm dressing gown settled on her shoulders. She tied the belt, turning as she did to look in Rodolphus' direction. The room was still dark, too dark to make out his features from where she was but she could use her imagination and she imagined he wasn't the least bit happy, which was completely ridiculous.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 7:11:08 GMT
Dorcas sat frozen. Her dream was still ever vivid in her mind. Voldemort there, the Death Eaters, Rodolphus pinning her down on the bed. He'd clearly heard her words, had she also been hitting him? What was that potion she'd taken? Dorcas twisted, looking at Rodolphus, she didn't know what to say to him, she couldn't exactly explain everything to him right now because she couldn't really get it all that straight in her head. There was a lot going on, there was so much racing through her mind that she wasn't up for a discussion on what she'd done in the past but she knew it wasn't really something Rodolphus would let go, if he didn't care about the subject then he wouldn't have mentioned anything, "Nothing. It was years ago," She said turning away from him and twisting herself around, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Don't," She waved a hand to dismiss any thoughts he might have but seriously, 'Don't' what? Think about it? It was damn well on her mind and she doubted it was the sort of information he could just willingly forget and ignore. Dorcas didn't know what she wanted to do. Some cold water and maybe some work would do for the rest of the night, or morning as it were, but she wasn't going to be able to get on with any work with Rodolphus around, they were two areas of her life that she avoided mixing. There were quite a few areas of her life that she preferred Rodolphus not be involved with but he'd wormed his way in to most of them, but work was entirely off limits.
Dorcas ran her hands over her face and through her hair, she hadn't even noticed that her throat was doing better. Her voice had no longer been scratchy and she didn't ache as much as she did before she fell asleep. Sure her dream hadn't exactly been a walk in the park and it was apparently something she'd spoken out loud about. She had no idea if she'd ever slept talked in the past, perhaps it was just a side effect of the potion along with the crazily vivid dream. She wouldn't have minded something to stop the dreams if that was the case but she supposed Rodolphus wouldn't know much about potions like that. Hell, she was beginning to wonder where he'd gotten it from but she wasn't interested enough to probe for answers, she just wanted to get her dressing gown on and get downstairs. Rodolphus would be more than capable of seeing himself out.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 5:33:54 GMT
 The floaty drinks were excellent! They weren't the best tasting and they weren't making them float but they were strong and Dorcas was a heck of a lot more light headed than she had been before the drink. She was fairly confident that she'd stumbled over the line of tipsy and in to the wonderful world of drunk. At least she wasn't completely plastered so that was excellent. She did, however, intend to get completely plastered. What was the point of a night out with your best friend if you didn't get well and truly sloshed!? Tersha was apparently trying to fly, trying to float on up to the ceiling or something insane but it flat out wasn't working, she was landed on the ground rather heavily in those heels giving Dorcas reason to think that if she wasn't perfectly coordinated on these jumps that Tersha might well land on her arse soon enough. It seemed Tersha felt similarly and proceeded to tray and take her shoes off, Dorcas ordered a couple of fancy pink cocktails with some kind of gold sparkles and shit, she really had no idea what they were but the bartender seemed confident enough in her drink order to get on with it, but apparently Tersh was still determined to float though it was clearly not happening. Still Dorcas let her carry on, leaning against the bar as she watched her friend attempting to float while Dorcas focused more on not falling on her arse.
A leg came up out of nowhere and Dorcas obliged. The straps took a little more effort than they would have if Dorcas was sober but she just convinced herself there was clearly something magical in place with these shoes that made it difficult to undo. She fiddled around as either she or Tersha, or possibly even both of them, wobbled a little. Soon enough the first strap was off and Dorcas looked about the bar for bathroom guy, having completely forgotten about him while she was spending time with Tersha, gossiping away, having a laugh. "Eh, he'll still be waiting in an hour, givus yer ovver foot." She said, speech slightly impaired but not all bad she thought, in fact Dorcas thought she sounded pretty close to normal, if not a little posher! Well okay, she didn't sound posher, there wasn't a whole lot that was going to make her sound hoity toity but she was going to at least try and sound as though she wasn't drunk so she'd at least, for a little while, attempt to sound a little more upperclass and perhaps pass off as relatively sober for a while longer.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 4:18:30 GMT
Julian made a beeline for Ariel and Dorcas hoisted her up a little more to be closer to eye height with Julian while simultaneously holding her a little tighter incase this stranger in their lives decided to try and grab the baby and make a run for it. Dorcas had seen crazier things in her lifetime and the guy sure seemed focused entirely on Ariel, his gaze not faltering for a second. Even if he was River's brother he was a stranger to the rest of them. He wanted to be involved in Ariel's life which Dorcas could understand to some degree, but to approach the baby and not even take a look at Dorcas? Was this guy mental? He had to be, her arse was incredible right now! At least Dorian was complimentary. She looked over to him and smiled, she would have said something about him needing to strip off a little to receive the same level of compliment from her but she was too focused on what Julian might be up to.
Julian gave Ariel a little peck on the cheek and Dorcas looked to the pair to see Ariel not phased in the slightest by him. Ariel was a calm and pretty chilled out baby so it wasn't much of a surprise. Ariel had hold of Julian's finger as he commented it was nice to meet Dorcas, "I'm sure it must be wonderful." She smiled, a little smugly, a little too full of herself but then when wasn't she. She looked over to Dorian, a small shrug in her shoulders directed to him, "That she is, whenever she can get away from work for a bit." She wasn't sure when that would be, heck she could turn up in the middle of lunch. Dorcas figured there probably weren't many left at Hogwarts for the holidays but the ones that were would probably use the library to their advantage, Dorcas would have if she didn't have a loving family to return home to and the promise of a butt-load of presents. Really it was mostly the presents she'd returned home for during the holidays, he parents always made such a fuss of seeing her it was just embarrassing. She started seeing them pretty much weekly once she was graduated and she'd originally thought their enthusiasm for her visits would have died down but it really hadn't. They were overly affectionate in Dorcas' opinion.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 3:28:24 GMT
Was this nice? It seemed kind of nice, kind of caring. For some reason Rodolphus was going beyond what he'd ever done before and seemed to actually be knowingly comforting her to some degree. He was keeping close and looking after her, these were not the sorts of things he ever did, even when she was sick. If she was sick he cared enough to bring her soup or himself in the form of distraction. He'd let her curl up on him but he'd always have that aloofness about him. Tonight was different, he was looking after her, he had her in bed, he was giving her medicine - which tasted like a strange concoction made up of cucumber and whatever that strong medicinal taste was - some water to follow and he seemed caring. Dorcas didn't think there was any need for such a fuss over her, he was overreacting to something, and while the potion packed quite a punch, making her drowsy as hell as soon as it had gone down, she didn't really want to sleep. She wanted to take a moment to just be with Rodolphus, she had no idea why, she just liked the comfort and reasoned with herself that she would have taken just about anybody's company right now with the way she was feeling.
Dorcas laid down on her mattress and pillow completely once she was done with the water, Rodolphus taking it away for her. The mattress behind her shifted and Dorcas realised that Rodolphus had climbed out of bed. Her eyes closed as she heard the unzipping of his jeans and pretty soon she was fast asleep. She didn't feel him climb over her and on to the opposite side of the bed, nor did she feel him wrapping his arm around her, she was gone, completely asleep in a matter of seconds, throughly exhausted. Sleep had taken her and she was dreamless for a long while. It wasn't until about three in the morning that things started getting strange. A pyramid in the background of a beach-like setting. She recognised it as one of the Lestrange's get away homes. The sky was a dark pink, almost red as though it was on fire somewhere. Burnt orange hues radiated above. The sun was dimming as it set beyond the horizon. Dorcas turned, looking around. Behind her, towards the house the sky was near black with stars sparkling like the first night she'd ever been there. It was the first place that Rodolphus had ever taken her to, the first time they'd ever fallen asleep side by side. It had been fun, she still maintained that he'd kidnapped her but it had been fun. This feeling now was anything but. Dorcas found her hand was over the top of her belly and she had a perpetual sinking feeling in her stomach that made her nauseous. She was reminded very much of her morning sickness. She looked down to her flat belly and up to the house. She turned again, looking for anyone or anything to give her some kind of clue as to what she was doing here. She was pretty sure she was supposed to be meeting Rodolphus but he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Dorcas started walking towards the jungle the private island boasted. With each step her stomach started to swell, the nausea falling away after thirteen steps. She kept an eye out for Rodolphus. He had to be there somewhere but instead she was passing by Tersha who scrunched up her nose with a disgusted sort of look. Dorcas paid her no attention as she continued walking. Her parents were there too on the other side of the invisible path she seemed to be walking. They were whispering to one another, hushed and excited but Dorcas didn't know or care what it was about. Dorian stood with his arm around Paris and a little further up was River holding little Ariel, bouncing her and smiling brightly to Dorcas. Burt stood with them, looking ever the proud father as he stood with his chest puffed out, arm around River's shoulder and the proudest look Dorcas had ever seen on a person, not that she looked, her dream self just somehow knew these things.
The few people she'd seen in her dream became many and at the edge of the jungle were doors that were so familiar to Dorcas she felt she should have recognised them. There was a crowd of people surrounding her, she could feel their presence at her back. As she turned to look around there was no one. Everyone that had been there was gone and the scene was exactly as it had been before. She was alone, her feet in the sand, the sky on fire bled in to the darkness and calm that covered the sky over the house. Dorcas looked back to the double doors that stood alone in the jungle. The windows on each door were clear but full of bright light as though they lead somewhere and she couldn't seen through. She was only a couple steps away from the doors now and her stomach was fully swollen. Her hand rested on the top of a bump and she tilted her head to look through the windows. She was still a couple of steps away from the doors but she was apprehensive, she didn't want to go through those doors but she knew Rodolphus was there waiting for her. She had no idea why but she knew he was on the other side of those doors and she had to go through them to see him, they were supposed to be meeting.
Dorcas closed the gap between the doors and herself, a false pain crushing her stomach and hardening under her hand, she pushed against the doors, stumbling only to be caught by a pair of large hands. "What are you doing?" The familiar voice growled, anger and concern mixed into confusion. Dorcas stirred in her sleep, twisting a little, her features scowling a little as a small whimper escaped. Back inside her dream Dorcas pushed Rodolphus away as she became steady on her feet without need of his help, "You were supposed to be here hours ago, we've been waiting." Dorcas looked up to see everyone that had surrounded her path to the doors of the jungle were stood around, watching her. Some excited, a few concerned. Dorcas was lost for words, she tried to ask what was happening but her voice was lost. She mouthed the words angry that everyone she'd ever dealt with seemed to be surrounding her, Rodolphus held no patience, he grabbed her by the elbow and pushed her through to seperate room. St Mungo's, she realised, they were at St Mungo's and she was in labour. "This is ..." Her voice trailed off as Rodolphus lifted her on to her bed, the one that was reserved for her when she was hurt in the line of duty, "I shouldn't be here." Her voice was nothing more than a groan outside of the dream, even within the dream itself she wasn't her usual self, she was stifled.
"The baby's coming, you need to push." She looked to the healer, she'd had him once before and he'd been utterly useless. Why was he here now? What baby?! "I'm not pregnant, get away from me." She growled, pushing up on the bed only to be pushed back down by Rodolphus, "Don't be daft, love, you're not going anywhere." Dorcas tried to struggle against him, her body thrashing a little next to Rodolphus in her home in her bed, but the dream was entirely different. There was no darkness, there were only bright lights. There was an array of hospital staff stood around, all wearing masks. She carried on looking, the room was spinning with her at the centre, Rodolphus holding her down and the stupid bloody healer telling her to push. The hospital staff started changing, figures that were once in the lime green of St Mungo's uniform were in black cloaks, long and ominous, standing around the room waiting. Their hospital masks replaced with Death Eaters masks, all waiting on her, waiting to take her child. "Just push, love, it'll all be over soon." Dorcas looked to Rodolphus. He had her pinned but his voice was gentle, it was caring. "One push, Dorcas," Came a cold and callous voice from between her legs, Dorcas looked down to see a handsome man between her legs, cold eyes and steely expression was one Dorcas recognised all too well. Voldemort was there, urging her to push, he was there to take her baby, the incompetent healer was gone, replaced with the man that wanted to take control of the wizarding world. "I can't there is no baby," She kicked at him, catching his chest and knocking him away into his screaming Death Eaters. She looked up at Rodolphus, thrashing her arms, knocking his arms away, catching him in his inner elbow, collapsing his arms and giving her the chance to sit upright, "There is no baby!" She shouted both in her dream and to her bedroom, "I had an abortion, I got rid of it, it doesn't exist!"
Dorcas' eyes opened as she breathed rapidly, a light sweat over her brow even though the room itself was chilled. The only light came from the moon, filtering in through her uncovered windows. She sat there one her own bed in the comfort of her own room still and silent for a moment, her hands pressed in to the mattress. Her breathing was rapid and she had no idea what was going on. Where were the bright lights? The Death Eaters? Voldemort? What happened to Rodolphus? Slowly it started to sink in that she'd been dreaming. She was dazed and disorientated and she had no idea what to do. She couldn't sleep, she didn't want to sleep, she couldn't go back there again so soon but she couldn't move from her bed just yet, she had to get her head on straight, it was like a clouded fog was slowly lifting from her mind, things were slowly becoming clearer with each passing second.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 8, 2018 15:02:11 GMT
There was no way at all possible that anyone being referred to as 'far too chipper' was ever a good thing and yet Dorian turned it around and made it a compliment for himself. Of course he did, it was his way of getting back at her and she was unimpressed, or at least she looked a little unimpressed, she was actually a little amused that he'd try such a move instead of just building up to pulling what she referred to as 'the face'. Many little pokes and prods usually got Dorian to do 'the face' but this evening, pointing out his ever so slight enthusiasm, despite him having been forced along, was not going to work, not that it had been any kind of attempt, it had been general chatter, but had she wanted to try and provoke him into showing her that all too sexy pout then she'd have certainly tried harder than that.
Eyes scanning over Julian and Lunete as they ran off towards the house Dorcas couldn't help but be sceptical about those two being together. It made Dorcas feel as though Julian was up to something most untrustworthy and as if little baby Auror thought she could perhaps get through her training with a lighter load if she was dating the head's brother. Well if she thought that then little Miss Dearborn could bloody well think again, Dorcas would put her through the ringer herself provided she could sneak past Dorian and get to the little newbies. For some reason, and she possibly couldn't imagine why, but it was deemed not a good idea for her to teach the new recruits, or have much to do with any of the recruits, or anyone in the office really. Sure she had her moments but there wasn't anything absolutely terrible that she'd done.
The conversation on the pair stopped as Dorcas saw what Dorian saw. She watched with a small little smirk as Tersha made her way over, ever the seductress as she prowled. Tersha was nothing but a large feline, lean and elegant, poised and ready to tear a mans clothes to pieces with even the slightest come on so to see her interact with Dorian was quite possibly, one of the highlights of the evening thus far and quite frankly it was a top contender for taking home the prize of most enjoyable moment all together. Dorian was clearly uncomfortable, his body language and tone giving him away almost immediately. His training, it appeared, did not extend to formal occasions and Dorcas could not have been prouder of Tersha for making Dorian so incredibly uncomfortable and it wasn't as if she was even trying. She just had a knack for irritating the guy with her natural Merlin-given charms. "Thanks, darl. How was -" Dorcas was cut off by an announcement across the grounds, dinner was to be served and they were to make their way to the dining room. Well that was a short lived interaction but with any luck she'd be sat with Tersha and able to pry away into what adventures she'd been up to in Hawaii.
"That's our cue." She said, looking to Dorian, wrapping her arm around his with a little tug to get him headed into the dining room with her, though she was relatively certain that wherever they went he didn't really need a tug, he wasn't the sort to make a fuss and create and scene and Dorcas loved being able to take advantage of that without a second thought or any regards for Dorian himself. As they reached the dining room they were seen to their seats immediately. Someone pulling out their chairs. Dorcas shooed the servant away and seated herself just fine without his aid. Why people like that were necessary, tucking people in like toddlers was a notion lost on Dorcas. She looked at the name card floating above her plate, beautifully embossed and something that would probably have been appreciated by someone that gave a crap about this kind of thing. She took a peek to her left, not recognising the name of the person to be sat next to her and then she peered to the other side of Dorian and had to stifle some laughter. Rather quickly she sat back upright in her spot, biting on her lower lip, amused at Dorian's company for the evening meal besides herself! At least he'd be very well looked after while she excused herself and did a little snooping before she got on with a lot more snooping later.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 8, 2018 13:42:16 GMT
Feeling Rodolphus rolling back towards her was like having some kind of security blanket back in place. As he nuzzled in to her neck she grinned, scrunching up a little as her hair tickled her neck and back. She enjoyed this side of things with Rodolphus, she didn't mind the nuzzling and cuddles and even welcomed them after some of their rougher tumbles. For so long she'd refused to kiss him, hated being kissed by him and even refused to stick around for his company after they were finished. It hadn't mattered how broken she'd been at the time the last thing she'd wanted was him near her. She'd been disgusted by him, by how good he made her feel. She'd hated the way he knew exactly what she liked even without her knowing. She'd never intended for him to be in her life for so long and she'd never expected him to want to be in it. The sex was all that had kept them in it and Dorcas was certain it was the only thing that kept the two of them interested in one another now, however she was in need of exploiting what they had a little more than she already did. She could do that, there were no feelings beyond lust that she acknowledged so getting him to join her up to the Death Eaters would be easy enough.
Rodolphus' laugh felt good against her skin, the sound made her happy for some reason and she didn't notice anything off with it. She had no idea if she could prop herself up enough for a potion or not but she'd damn well try, "Since when do I need your help?" She croaked, coughing a little after as though instinctively trying to clear her throat but nothing was there, just a constricted feeling she couldn't yet get rid of, but she supposed the potion would probably help with that as well as a glass of water ... or gin.
Dorcas shuffled herself up the bed a little, back completely on her pillow instead of the edge. She used her elbow to stubbornly push up off of the bed and held her hand out for Rodolphus to pass her the potion she was supposed to be taking. She had a little bit of a tremble to her body that she couldn't control but she ignored it. So long as Rodolphus handed her the potion fast enough and she drank it down she'd be fine, she could lay down, close her eyes and go the hell to sleep, waking up in the morning feeling a thousand times better and going about her Saturday as if it were any other.
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