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Being an Auror was not a simple or easy job. Those that she loved she wanted as far away from the career as possible. It wasn't something she wanted for others but damned if it wasn't just something she threw herself head first in to as soon as she could. She worked with a bunch of chauvinists at the best of times but she was more than capable of holding her own around the testosterone filled offices. She had a bit of a reputation for upsetting a few of the men that liked to try and take liberties with her body and she was fine with that. She challenged her higher ups and she didn't let anyone talk down to her. She was often referred to as a 'spitfire' by those that got on with her, and by those she'd left gagged and tied to a chair the term 'psycho bitch' was freely used, but not to her face through fear of something worse happening ... and it would. Dorcas wasn't afraid to stand up for herself and she was fairly certain that if she wasn't damned good and focused at her job then she would have been demoted a long time ago. It had been stated in the past that she had issues with authority to which she pointed out that was total dragon-crap and that it wasn't authority she had issues with, it was moron's.

Needless to say there were some days that were just not good. Today was one and not because of office arseholes, more evil bastards that wanted to kill and maim people for no reason and cause utter chaos. There were plenty of people that worked on Death Eater cases but Dorcas wasn't really one of those, she focused on random shit heads that usually worked independently or as part of a different group of arsehats that wanted to cause havoc and destruction. People like that were less talked about because they weren't the so called 'big bad' that everyone was fearing at the moment, but it didn't mean they could get away with whatever the hell they wanted, whenever the hell they wanted. Today a lead had turned out to be decent, more than decent. She found a wizard she'd been hunting for the past twelve months after he'd returned from America having been untraceable. One of Dorcas' little informants gave her a heads up when the dastardly wizard in question was back in the country and sure enough her lead had been solid. A fight had ensued and Dorcas was a little worse for wear come day break but arsehole was put away, paperwork was done and despite fussing from one of her superiors that she get her arse to St Mungo's for a check up, her time at work was pretty much done. She could take the day and night off to get some sleep. After food. And possibly a check up.

Making her way through the halls, Dorcas was ready for some food. She'd not eaten in what felt like forever and she was ready to shut the cafeteria down by way of making them run out of food. She intended to scoff everything she could get her hands on and the big cut across her right cheek had practically healed itself. Well not so much 'healed' but it had at least stopped bleeding and she'd wiped her face up in the womens toilets so she was at least a little presentable. Everything else would just result in a load of bruises and leave her body aching for a day or three, nothing she couldn't handle. Her tolerance for pain was a hell of a lot higher than most Aurors and while many would make their way to St Mungo's just for a check up and clean up, she decided breakfast was way more important so she grabbed herself an egg and bacon sandwich, a couple of danishes, some kind of bacon quiche and a decent sized coffee to make sure she could apparate herself home later. After getting it all on her tray she headed towards the windows, needing a bit of light and a feeling of some kind of freedom. She supposed she could just walk out with the tray - it wasn't as if anyone would stop her - but she wanted to rest a little. That was when she spotted the shape of someone all too familiar and she intended to join him whether he liked it or not. "Morning." She said, come from beside him and pulling out the seat opposite Jesse as she set her tray down on the table, completely unconcerned about the cut on her face, the redness of her other cheek, the scruffy mess that was her hair and the fact that some of her clothes were clearly torn and scruffed up. "Keeping out of trouble?" She highly doubted it as she sat and scooted her chair in. Jesse was, to put it bluntly, damned attractive. He was a heart throb to be certain and Dorcas was sure he went around breaking hearts left, right and centre which, if he wasn't careful, could lead to a heck of a lot of trouble, especially when he'd flirt with women regardless of if they had partners or not.

Tag: @jesse
Words: 882
Notes: <3
Outfit: Time to go home

Despite having downed over half of her cocktail Dorcas tilted the glass back as far as it would go, trying to get every last drop of alcohol out while Tersha sat in some kind of thought or something, Dorcas wasn't really sure, there was some kind of silence and the Tersha talking about flat butts. Dorcas knew her arse would never be flat, it was far too plump and springy, it would bounce back from any condition and fast. Hell she sometimes though Rodolphus was trying his hardest to flatten that perfectly curved rear of hers but it never worked, it was sheer perfection, just like the rest of her, so when Tersha got up, Dorcas did not follow, not immediately at least, instead she stretched her tongue out on the inside of the glass, still attempting to get the last bit of alcohol. She knew it was no use but she tried anyway and then set her glass down on the table and stood up, running her hands over her arse, spying Tersha heading towards the bar and hopefully not talking away, expecting Dorcas to be paying any attention because she wasn't, because she couldn't!

Dorcas carried on running her hands over her arse as she walked, smoothing out her dress a little but mostly just enjoying the feel of her own arse. Everything was a little bit fuzzy. Not fuzzy as though she was completely wasted and everything was spinning with her having no control, just a little blurry at the edges, a little loss of her peripheral vision. No big deal really. On her way to the bar she passed a couple, the pair were rather close and intimate looking, sat together at a tall table on seperate barstools that they'd pulled to be touching and Dorcas liked that, she liked that quite a lot actually. She came up next to the bloke, who she would definitely score an eight in her current state, and leant on the table, elbow hitting hard enough to make the thing shudder a little but nothing fell over as far as she was aware and she rested her chin in her hand. "Have I got a nice arse?" She asked the woman. She was a gorgeous thing, definitely a ten, probably a twelve actually, and waaay out of the blokes league if she was being honest but she didn't really think much on that, "I mean I know it's basically absolute perfection usually, but it's not flat or anything right now, right?" Dorcas got up and turned around, showing off her arse to the couple and looking back at them over her shoulder. "Jus' feel it, 'ave a ssqueeze." She encouraged the red head who looked completely taken back and perhaps a little offended but Dorcas couldn't really tell, she did, however, see that the boyfriend - or whatever he was - deciding to encourage the red her to indeed have a feel and a squeeze and so the red head got down and ran her hand over Dorcas hand lightly, claiming it to be fine. Fine. Ugh. That was terrible. "You have a go." She said quite loudly, nodding her head in an upward motion to the bloke. He seemed more likely to appreciate a damn near perfect arse than his lady but she gave him a scathing look and he chuckled, denying the incredible, once in a life time opportunity. "Fine, but if you change your mind meet me in the mens toilets in five." She gave the bloke a wink while the woman gasped. Dorcas didn't bother to gage the blokes reaction and instead made her way towards the bar where Tersha was standing.

Tag: Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 614
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!

Dorian escorted Dorcas out of the apartment and down the halls and stairwells of the building. She smirked a little, hovering at the door he was holding open for her that lead to the main street as he asked for her discretion. He was such a sceptical arse. He really needn't have asked. Just who was she going to run off and tell about tonight? It wasn't as if he'd been in his right mind when she'd showed up. He was drinking, alone, and listening to Blackbird on repeat. It did not make for a healthy evening in the slightest but she didn't really care what kind of state she found him in, she'd always be willing to help him out and lift up his spirits. Not that lifting his spirits had been what she intended to do, she just didn't want him drinking alone and possibly hanging himself with one of his ties. Especially not the purple one. That was a damned lovely tie and would be a waste if it got stretched out by his fat neck. "As if I'd tell a soul," She scoffed, looking at him and then passing by, "But if you need such verbal confirmation then fine, I promise not to breath a word of this evenings events." She said, looking back at him and then carrying on as he joined her and hailed the bus for her.

In the dead of night the bus arrive. Blink and it would have seemed as though it had appeared out of nowhere. Dorcas took a step towards the purple monstrosity, figuring that would be the end of their evening but he showed a little concern and Dorcas sighed. Turning towards him she closed the gap and slipped her arms around him, placing her hands on the middle of his back as she hugged him. They weren't talking about tonight anyway so she figured a hug was safe, "Stop being such a worrywart." She told him, leaning back a little to look up at him. She wasn't usually the hugging type and she felt Dorian was entirely the same but she'd been drinking, admittedly only enough to get her tipsy, but drinking nonetheless, and a drinking Dorcas was a a happy, occasionally too handsy Dorcas. "I'll see you on Sunday." She told him, stepping away before stepping up on the bus, paying her coin and stating her destination. It wouldn't be long before she was home, there seemed to be a few riders of the Knight Bus but with its speed it wasn't too long of a wait before she was using her wand to unlock her home, stepping inside and sending her patronus off to Dorian. She had no idea if he knew she could cast a corporeal patronus but he would now and what he'd hear it say in her voice, just as she was climbing in to her own bed, was a little thank you for his company this evening and letting him know that on the way home she met an exceedingly drunk gentleman that was after her address so she gave his instead. Of course that wasn't true in the slightest but she couldn't let Dorian go to bed without pulling the face.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and Julian Astraeus Blackthorne, whoever wants to go first I guess! xD
Words: 541
Notes: <3 Patronus would probably arrive about twenty minutes after seeing Dorcas off I'd guess!
Outfit: Awww!

There wasn't much that was to celebrate this time of year. Lovely little couples were enjoying company with one another and making it known to the world that they were all happy and whatever bullshit they wanted the world to believe. Dorcas didn't buy in to any of it for a second. No couple was happy all the time and the idea that there was a single day out of the whole year where people all agreed to act as though everything with their partners was all sunshine and roses was fucked up dragon dung. Of course the day was over and gone but Dorcas was still feeling the effects of such a time. Tersha had sent her all sorts of things. Her lounge looked ridiculous as it did every year, and so did the more formal of her dining tables. Flowers, balloons, teddies, cards. Dorcas loved it and hated it. Not everything was from Tersha, she had a few from secret admirers, some not so secret admirers. She'd not expected much in her freezer when she'd gotten home from work the night before the pointless day so she'd brought herself a few tubs of ice cream. Every year Paris had made sure the freezer was stocked for her because despite trying year after year to get Dorcas to come out with her, she knew it wasn't going to happen. Well this year no one tried to make her go out and she'd expected her freezer to be as empty as it always was, but her mother had taken it upon herself to over stock the freezer which meant Dorcas had the overstocked freezer full of ice cream that could barely fit and the stuff she'd had in the bag. She'd eaten a lot of ice cream and watched a lot of shit TV and horror films that night.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday she'd had off work and she'd basically just wallowed in what she refused to call any sort of self-pity. She didn't have a boyfriend nor did she want one. She didn't care about anyone and she certainly didn't want anyone caring about her. She had no idea why she became such a recluse over this time but she'd be at her parents again on Sunday as if nothing had even happened. They'd ask how her week went and she'd give a pretty standard answer. She wondered if her mother would bother warning Dorian not to make mention of the unmentionable date. No doubt he'd be feeling pretty shit too but Dorcas didn't have enough effort within to be thinking about what he was going through and besides, he had Ariel he could care for. He'd be busy and he'd probably just go to bed early so he wouldn't have to think about Paris more than usual. Perhaps she should have offered him a space on her couch to wallow, deal with crap TV and scary movies to take away from thoughts of what was happening in the world on such a shitty day, if only just to shift a few tubs of ice cream his way.

Having spent so much of the last few days on the sofa, Dorcas came to the decision that she needed to shower. She'd probably not showered since Wednesday night when she'd accidentally dropped a spoonful of ice cream down her top and couldn't remove all of the icy confection by hand alone. So shower she did and it was dull and she hated the effort she had to put in to staying upright. After washing herself completely and accidentally shampooing her hair twice, she got herself dried and put on her pyjama's from Christmas, her various other sets in the laundry hamper in her room which she'd just take to her parents place on Sunday and just let her mum deal with it all. There had been a time when Dorcas had attempted to do her own washing but it had been a failure. Soap bubbles everywhere and a white shirt that had ended up pink were enough for Dorcas to just pass on the burden of her washing to her mother, who really didn't seem to mind too much. Just another reason Dorcas would never have kids - her mum couldn't handle the laundry load. Dorcas headed down the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, opening her fridge and having no idea what time it was but she figured she was hungry and she couldn't exactly continue to live on ice cream .... okay, she thought, closing the fridge door and opening the freezer, perhaps just for today ice cream would do for all three meals.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 776
Notes: <3
Outfit: Cheer up, pup!

Dorcas wasn't entirely awake but she was awake enough to know that any sort of work excuse had to be bullshit. At least she did after a couple of seconds of groaning in disapproval at the idea of him running off to work. She had no idea what the time was but it was too early for work and there were no owls that could come in to the house. The only reasonable explanation for work would be if his house elf came in but then that would have woken Dorcas too and she'd have spotted it or heard the crack of it leaving. No House Elf meant no work which meant his summons were of another nature. Dorcas had long suspected of Rodolphus being a Death Eater. His patterns certainly indicated to such a thing but he was useful and Dumbledore liked keeping him around and this was somewhat of a good opportunity after what she'd spoken with Dumbledore not long ago. Stupid arse was looking to get her killed. She was even more stupid going along with it.

Rodolphus was out of bed, her hand falling heavily to the mattress. She sat herself up, pulling the sheet around her chest for the warmth more than any sense of decency. Her eyes darted to his left fore arm and sure enough there was a mark there. The moonlight was shining bright enough that she could even make out most of the shape perfectly besides, his forearm was usually bare, any large mark there would have been proof enough for her. Her eyes lifted to Rodolphus as she brought her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and tilting her head, resting it on her arms, still watching Rodolphus. “You know you’re supposed keep that thing covered around me.” She said, finding no need to point or indicate to his dark mark because he’d damn well know what she was on about. She straightened her head and rested her chin on her arms, wondering what kind of crap he was going to come up with or if he’d just not say a word and leave, either way, she was the winner here. She got to go back to sleep while he had to grovel for his life or whatever it was he had to do in front of the deranged psychopath he called his Master.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 401
Notes: <3
Outfit: Nakey-noo!