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Dorcas happily stole Ariel away upstairs, giving her cheek a little eskimo kiss as they went, grinning like a fool while Ariel had her fist in her mouth. Genius and this kid did not really go hand in hand in Dorcas' opinion but then what did she know of babies? Was she supposed to be walking by now? Dorcas wasn't sure, but she was getting a hell of a lot better at supporting her own head so that was good. She could almost stay sat up alone without toppling over. Of course she did topple and Dorcas always had cushions and pillows around her as well as staying right by her side, but she'd dare not let Dorian see her do that with the little monkey, he'd probably have some form of heart attack and ban her from seeing Ariel ever again. Ha! She'd like to see him try. Ariel, while only a baby, was a lot cooler and more tolerable than most people and Dorcas loved the little blob monster, even if she had done a decent amount of poo-explosions in her short time on this planet. Four months old and already giving people a reason to remember her name. The kid was pretty epic.

Walking down the hall, chatting away about Christmas and what they were going to do in a bit to Ariel Dorcas walked the hallway to her room at her parents house and opened up the door. It was always kept perfect by her mother and Dorcas suspected the bed sheets were changed weekly, even though they were never used. Dorcas had no idea how often the bedsheets in her spare room were changed because she never did them. She didn't see the point if they weren't going to be used, but she had a feeling her mother changed them every now and then and possibly Rodolphus' house elf too whenever he was about the place cleaning up and making the place shine. "Okay," She said, closing the door behind them, "I need your help." She told the little four month old child that probably only understood about three words of the entire English language in the first place. "You're responsible for making me look good today," She said, opening the wardrobe and then pulling off completely Ariel's little coat, tossing it on to the bed. "So what do you think?" She asked, holding the baby up to face level and looking at her big blue eyes before turning her head to the wardrobe of clothes, "I know," She continued and then looked back to Ariel, "It's mostly dresses - ugh - but I bet your taste is better than Daddy-Dor's who I suspect would see everyone in some kind of suit."

Stepping towards the wardrobe more Dorcas rested Ariel against the side of her chest, arm creating a cradled seat for her so she faced out towards the clothes. Over the last couple of months Dorcas had found handling Ariel a hell of a lot easier. When she'd been a tiny, new little human Dorcas had been petrified of breaking her but the confidence built up, especially once she had more control of her head and people stopped nagging to support the baby's head. As if she didn't at least know that much about babies. "Just throw up on anything you don't like and I'll wear whatever's clean when your done." She said, keeping a bit of humour between the two of them. Back when she was a tiny little babe, smaller than now, every time Dorcas had held her she'd thrown up. It was gross. The kid could really chuck and the smell of the stale milk just churned Dorcas' stomach, but she'd learnt to hold her drink now which gave Dorcas hopes she'd do well when it came to alcohol. Not that she'd voiced that opinion to anyone. "Or we'll just do this." Dorcas picked out a couple of dresses, moving them to the middle of the rail. She grabbed a couple more and moved them to the middle with the other two too. "Okay," She said, sliding her free hand in under the sleeves of the four dresses she'd be at least a little comfortable wearing today. "Pick away." She held the sleeves out to Ariel who seemed completely disinterested. Dorcas was disappointed. Babies were not smart, or at least this one wasn't. "Just one, that's all you gotta do." She urged, looking down at Ariel who was just content being held.

It didn't take long, although it felt like forever to Dorcas, but Ariel's drool covered hand reached out and grabbed a green sleeve. Looking at the sleeve now Dorcas was not going to wear that dress. She pulled the dress out of the wardrobe and threw it on the bed where her mum would probably wash it at a later date for her, not that she was in any rush, she barely ever wore anything she had kept here but that dress now had baby drool all over it and Dorcas had no idea how to clean that off properly without a full wash. "Let's go with the one next to it then." Dorcas pulled out the purple dress and threw that down on her bed across the pillows. She shut the wardrobe up and turned about, stepping towards the bed and laying Ariel down. "Okay, lets see what daddy-Dor dressed you in." She straightened out her little outfit, "Acceptable I guess, but you'd look better in green." She gave the little baby a wink then got herself dressed. Ariel seemed easily amused by gnawing on her own hands and Dorcas was dressed the fastest she'd ever dressed herself before, ready to pick ariel up for more cuddles. "Time for the best part." She grinned, picking Ariel up off the bed and moving to the chest at the end of the bed. "Now people will tell you in life that money can't buy happiness, and they're right, however the next best thing is definitely shoes." She told the four month old who hadn't a single care in the world right now. "Now shoe selection is slim." She said, pulling out a couple of pairs. "What do you think, gold or ivory?" Ariel didn't choose but Dorcas followed her gaze and it was close enough to the ivory shoes so she threw those up on the bed and dumped the gold ones back in the chest, shutting it back up again.

"Accessories." She told Ariel, "Well there's not a whole lot of choice there either." She said, sitting down on the edge of her bed and pulling open her bedside draw. She opened a little box that was sat in there and pulled out a bracelet, necklace and watch. Usually they weren't in there but she'd brought them with her incase they'd look better with whatever she decided to wear than the silver she usually favoured. "Now some boys are total stupid stink-butts and buy you these stupid tiny rocks that - for some reason - cost an absolute fortune." She said showing Ariel the bracelet. The baby looked at it and reached for it, giving Dorcas good reason to chuckle. She had expensive taste apparently. Dorian was going to be needed a promotion to keep this girl happy. "Okay, you-" Dorcas looked to the bedroom door as she heard her mum calling up. Ariel had partial hold of the diamond bracelet and Dorcas stood, making her way to the door, opening it up, "Nope." She called back down, more than capable of handling Ariel alone, and proceeded to shut the door. Ariel was very much getting in to the bracelet when Dorcas looked down. She'd pulled it towards her and she was trying to suck or gnaw on the thing, "Ahh that's a no-no, baby. Daddy-Dor will kill me if you literally start shitting diamonds - I mean pooping! Pooping diamonds." She got the bracelet off of Ariel without any fuss and laid the baby on her belly on the bed. "Try and crawl." She encouraged, sitting next to Ariel and putting on her jewellery. "Not today?" She questioned Ariel once she was done with the shiny stuff, "Just as well, being self-sufficient can be a little overrated at times. Milk this baby lark while you can, sweetness." Dorcas ran her hand over the top of Ariel's head and adjusted her bow. Next were the shoes and she supposed she might even check Ariels nappy in a second to make sure she was all dry. The cutest little blob in the world was just so easy and content with life it was kind of refreshing. The baby was definitely better company than most other people in the world, that was for sure.

Tag: Julian Astraeus Blackthorne and Dorian Michael Humbert and André Daniel Meadowes and Emily Jane Meadowes and Geralina Amara Drake
Words: 1,458
Notes: <3
Outfit: Not as sexy as the jammies

It wasn't really much of something that you could enjoy. This was basically a private wake for those that couldn't show up to the real one. You couldn't associate with one another outside of the Order unless you had reason to. The organisation was secret but of course the Death Eaters knew of them and a few in the ministry were piecing bits and pieces together. Dorcas had suspicions that Dorian was on to the Order but he wasn't the sort to join the Order himself. He was proper, straight laced and by the book and Dorcas kind of wanted to keep him that way. If he was focused on his career and Ariel then he'd be less likely of ending up dead. He already had a fair few people after him. His own parents had been targeted because of him, as well as his girlfriend. He'd also lost his brother-in-law and half-sister but Dorcas wasn't sure if they were specifically targeted because if him or if it was just because they'd been caught up in the attacks. At any rate Ariel had survived that horrid night. She'd been taken from her mothers womb before River had died, but River had never got to hold her baby girl or even look at her. In this life time River had no idea that she was mother to a perfect little girl.

Dorcas turned her head to look at Dumbledore, a little smirk appearing on her lips. He only asked her to talk when he had a devious little plan. They caught up every now and then but those meetings were usually because she had news based on Rodolphus' behaviours. The last time was only a couple of nights ago when he'd come to her, she knew he'd been up to something deplorable because he'd made it a habit. Murder got him excited in ways nothing else could and he'd go and go until he exhausted himself. He always slept heavily after nights like that. So far over the course of twelve sodding years he'd not noticed her up and gone from her bed. She was never gone long, just long enough to send her patronus to Albus and then they'd arrange a time to talk. He did his little digging, she did hers and they found out before it was released to the press just who exactly had been Rodolphus' latest victims. Thankfully it never took long. Nights like that the ministry started buzzing in the Auror department and Dorcas could get in and out without any suspicions and be back home before Rodolphus so much as turned to look for her in his sleep.

She followed Albus through the room and out in to the hallway. She had a glass of wine still which was rather disappointing. She was on her first and really it felt like she'd be needing at least another three if Albus was taking her aside. There was no telling what he'd ask of her but she kept her hopes up that perhaps it'd just be something mundane like 'Could you pick up my dry cleaning? There's a wonderful little place around the corner form the Ministry and I can't get there to pick it up tomorrow.' Honestly, that sort of request would not be entirely unexpected but Dorcas had a heavy fleeing in her stomach tat he was after more than just a little chat about his dry cleaning. Maybe he'd also found a new muggle sweet he rather liked. Dorcas was partial to the little space ships. Sort of a sweet paper flying saucer with sherbet in the middle. Yum! Albus seemed to favour harder sweets though. But again this probably wasn't all that likely but it wouldn't be unexpected. Albus was full of whimsy and entirely unpredictable.

Dorcas entered their little room and paid no attention to the room coming to life in their presence. She made her way to the armchair she always sat in and eased into the seat, figuring she may as well get comfortable while she had the time. "Well there is a Chippendale show in Leeds I'm missing in order to be here." There was no such show, Dorcas rarely had plans beyond work and tonight, If Rodolphus decided to show up to her place, he'd probably just assume she was working late and hang around until he was bored, leaver her a personal message on her sheets and leave. He was a sod but at least she enjoyed him and could exploit him just an itty bit. Teeny weeny really. "What's up, Albus? Need me to pick up your dry cleaning?" She kind of really hoped that was the case right now because holy heck would that freak him out! He might even think she was training to become a legilimens. She wasn't, she wasn't sure she could manage that but it'd be a laugh practicing and invading minds.

Tag: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore
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Notes: <3
Outfit: Show times!

This was so strange but heck, there was no way she was going to pass up any sort of opportunity to be close to Dorian, who knew where it might lead! Probably not were she was hoping but still it would be interesting at least to dance with him for a bit, even if it was the sort of dancing she herself was not exactly familiar with. What she really needed to see was Dorian out dancing at a night club. She wanted to see a wilder side of him that had to exist somewhere. He was only a few years older than her and it was bloody depressing to think that he was all grown up and stuff at such a young age, because to Dorcas, who had once thought thirty was old, no longer saw anything below forty as old. Once she neared the big four-zero, she was certain she might just change her mind to 50 but for this evening she hoped to pull Dorian at least a little out of his shell.

Dorcas really wasn't used to talking about Paris. Paris was a subject she often avoided when the name was mentioned. Her parents still talked about her a far amount but Dorcas would casually mention her from time to time but any more than that and it hurt too much. She didn't like the pain associated with mourning. She had no way of expressing her grief like normal people did so it was easier to suppress thoughts and feelings that arose about Paris. She was certainly much better ignoring her emotions and locking them up rather than confronting them. But dancing with Dorian now, one hand in his, the other on his shoulder, she felt as though she could actually make mention of Paris. Perhaps only once but something in her wanted to tell him what she'd done. "A couple of weeks ago I spotted a pair of shoes she would have loved." She said as she put forth a conscious effort not to tread on his toes while she was speaking, "Ended up buying them for her. Wasn't until I walked out the shop I'd realised what I'd done." It had been one of those rare moments when in Dorcas' world Paris had still been alive. She wasn't comfortable talking about it much and she wasn't going to go on about it. She'd spoken to some twit at work about her emotions over Paris' passing and managed to convince them she only needed the bare minimum sessions to get through it all. Apparently death of a loved one was something that could impede your work but Dorcas felt she was travelling along the same as ever with her capture numbers.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Words: 456
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!

The bottles knocked against one another as Dorcas held them in one hand, prepared to brace herself with her right hand should Rodolphus fancy getting rough from the start. It was hard to tell what he was ever in the mood for but a fall on the stairs because of a little kitten might have damaged his ego a little which could easily mean he'd want to make her pay for having taken the two little terrors in, one of which was much like herself and rather liked his bare arse, although the kitten did have rather unfortunate timing, not that Dorcas had minded, she'd found the ordeal bloody hilarious. She kind of wished she'd put on the pear of leather trousers she had in the wardrobe. They were damn near impossible to get off without magic and to watch him work up his frustrations attempting to get them off would have been some of the best foreplay. As it was she'd gone easy on him tonight. She'd demanded Sushi, he'd brought it, he deserved something easy for being such a good little sushi-bitch.

There was no wasting time between them when they'd both decided what was going to happen. For over a year Dorcas hadn't wanted the thrills that he'd given her. She'd tried to resist, put up a front that she could do without him and his brutish ways but the two of them always knew that was a lie, she always let him have his way and she enjoyed every second of it. Dorcas had hated him back then, she'd despised what it was he thought of blood purity and he'd been betrothed to some little pureblooded skank in her year that Dorcas never took the time to get to know and while Rodolphus' intended had been spreading hateful rumours of Dorcas behind her back, Dorcas had found herself in a number of compromising positions with Rodolphus and each way had ended similarly. Some kind of kiss on the cheek from him to wind her up while she dressed herself hurriedly and left as soon as she possibly could without giving away what she'd been up to, heading for the shower and covering herself in concealment charms to hide the marks and bruises Rodolphus had left behind on her pale flesh.

Dorcas attempted to place the bottles a couple of stairs up as they kissed but she was flipped, her position with Rodolphus switched. Alcohol swished around from the full beer bottle and spilt on the stairs. She didn't care. Eventually they were laid with one another and Dorcas ached in all the right ways. She felt Rodolphus shift a little beneath her and turned her head to see him reaching for his beer and giving up. As well he should. At some point she'd knocked it over after a particularly hard smack to her rear that jolted her forward and into the bottles. The cider had toppled, landing with its neck rested against the next stair up, but the beer had fallen, spilling over her hand and rolling down to the next step, its content pouring over the carpet. That was so going to be a job for his house elves. She wasn't cleaning that mess up because she knew she couldn't do as good a job as them and her place would only end up smelling like a pub for the next couple of months, something she didn't much fancy explaining to her parents the next time they came over.

Knowing she needed to clean herself up Dorcas patted Rodolphus on the chest. "You start the shower, I'll get you a fresh one." She said as she sat herself up. She turned and leant over him, brushing her lips over his for a moment as she kissed him, tasting herself upon him once more but she didn't linger. She got up and headed down the stairs and towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing him another beer. Out of habit her eyes scanned what she had for him and she made a mental note to get him some more beers, that was if his house elf didn't stock him something in advance when it came to clean the stairs. She had no idea what that thing did when it was here but it always managed to make the place sparkle and it had seriously made her consider taking Rodolphus up on his offer of a house elf but she was stubborn and a house elf just so wasn't her. House elves were for the rich and lazy and she was only one of those things.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 771
Notes: o.0
Outfit: Nakey-noo!

Dorcas smirked. She was well aware of what was said about men with big noses and for Rodolphus it was quite true. She'd had bigger, not noses, other manly attributes, but not by a whole lot and not anywhere near as fun. It didn't matter what a woman said, size was a factor but so was knowing what to do with it and there wasn't anything Rodolphus didn't seem to know what to do. Admittedly they'd had a lot of practice on one another. There was a lot of experimentation between the two of them and it wasn't necessarily something to be thinking about right now. "Big nose, big sense of entitlement." She smirked picking up her glass by the stem, feeling all fancy and lady-like for a change, taking a good ol' sip of her cocktail in a less than lady-like way. It wasn't often she had time to go out and get a little trashed but when she did it was nearly always something different to the last time and Dorcas couldn't remember the last time she was in a dress, drinking cocktails on a night out with Tersha. It didn't happen nearly as often as it should.

Letting out an unexpected laugh at Tersha's quick witted comment, Dorcas quickly changed it to a gasp, and placed her hand to her chest, she didn't really want to be all that stable, she was pretty damn perfect as she was. Sure she had a few issues here and there but they always seemed to work in her favour. He ability to shut off her emotions when she needed to worked well for her job. She was able to cut out unwanted thoughts when she needed to and she was relatively good at clearing her mind. It helped that she'd had training from Dumbledore for all of that. Back in his teaching days he'd been a Transfiguration professor but he was damned good for defence against the dark arts, Dorcas thought. She quite liked old Dumbledore and actually wouldn't have minded him as a Professor when she'd been at school. Not that it mattered, she did well with Transfiguration and Defence with the professors she had, even if the Defence Professor was always bloody changing every year. "I don't even know." She stated, looking at her glass and just drinking its entire contents, not caring that there was over half a glass left still. "We definitely need more if you're not yet floating. Wait, don't they do those cocktails here? You know the buzzy ones that make you float?" She had some kind of recollection of what she was talking about however she knew it was entirely possible that there was never such a cocktail to make you float and that she'd just been so wasted she'd thought she was floating.

Tag: Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 471
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!