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The place filled with a few members here and there. Some people were missing and some were not regular unless there was something of grave importance to discuss. Tonight was not one of those nights, tonight was about mourning and Dorcas rather disliked it but she made an effort to be there. She wasn't the emotional sort, she wasn't the kind of person that would well up at sad news, or even tragic news for that matter. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried where it hadn't been a reaction to agonising pain. The people around her were different. The people around her were more in touch with their emotions. It wasn't ever that Dorcas didn't feel sad, she quite often did, it was just that she couldn't cry anyway and such feelings of mourning were only a weight on a conscience so it was easier to ignore it and move on with life. She was alive, they were dead. Think of them for five minutes and move on already. Of course it wasn't the same when it was someone close to her that had died. She had no idea how she'd take losing her parents or another persona she cared about as much as she'd cared about Paris. Admittedly there weren't many people she cared about that much but the rare few that she did were mostly in the room. Geralina and Trist. There was Tersha also but she'd never be caught dead at something like this. She wasn't an Order supporter and she wasn't anything affiliated with the Death Eaters and thank Merlin. Dorcas would have had to of slapped her across the back of her head, messing up one of her fancy hair-do's if she'd even contemplate supporting or joining the Death Eaters.

Dorcas raised her glass and knocked back a decent amount of wine once Dumbledore was done talking. She didn't much feel like sticking around so she figured she'd she'd head home in a few minutes and get to work on, well - work. She had a few case files to go over, a couple of reports she needed to prep for and potentially a naked Rodolphus laying on her couch, asking where the bloody hell she'd been and as long as he brought food, she didn't care if his bare arse cheeks were plonked down on her sofa. Screw it, if he was there she was blowing off work for the night and getting drunk, something she was now considering doing even if Rodolphus wasn't at her place, clothed or otherwise. Oh heck, these five minutes were going to drag because even though she thought the world of Tristan and Geralina, they just weren't the sort of people she'd spend time with at something like this, no one was. TO Dorcas it was all rather serious as well as crazy boring but it was almost like a second work cap and sometimes all she wanted to do was drink wine and relax without having to think about yet another tragic loss.

Tag: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore and the Order lovelies!
Words: 507
Notes: <3
Outfit: Show times!

Rodolphus made his way through the house, whinging as he went which was absolutely nothing new to Dorcas and more of one of their little routines they had. He'd whine, she'd mock or roll her eyes and then they'd go crazy on one another around the house, destroying things as they went. Luckily most things were fixable with a wave of a wand, somethings, like her bed, had been in need of replacing. Down one chopstick and only one left in her hand she stabbed fiercely at the remaining piece of sushi left on her plate, taking the piss out of Rodolphus' child-like whining with her own form of child-like mockery. "Meh-meh meh-meh meh." She said in a high pitched voice having danced this dance with him many times before. He was a sod, he pushed her buttons on purpose to get a rise out of her and most nights it was fun, other nights it would depend. Tonight she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it and she wasn't the type to weigh up his pros and cons, she couldn't even begin to give a shit that he'd brought her sushi at her last minute demand. She didn't give a thought to whether or not he had plans this evening that he'd given up to bring her food, all she thought about was what a bloody tit head he was and how her house now stank of whatever the hell fucking illegal substance he was smoking tonight. She suspected it was just one of his muggle things but bloody hell, did he have to act like he owned the fucking place?

Using her fingers to slide the sushi on to the chopsticks Dorcas ended up just using her fingers to tilt the chopstick at the right angle to eat the sushi off of. Once she was done she gave her wand a few flicks and plates went flying to the sink, a little too fast, one chipping and the other straight up breaking. Dorcas rolled her eyes, repairing the two and sending the rubbish to the bin that was nearly to the point of over flowing. It was only a tiny little thing but she could not be fucked taking it out in this weather tonight, it was freezing cold outside and the snow had started up again. The rubbish could wait. Part of her contemplated sending it off to Rodolphus to take out but he was already on his way back in and Dorcas heard the front door shut behind. He called out to her and she smirked a little. Rather than rushing to his side like he bloody well wanted, she put the lid on the leftovers and put them away in her fridge. If he wanted her he could bloody well come and get her. If he wanted to wait for her he could get comfy just about anywhere and she'd find him fast enough. "Well go suck Santa off and maybe he'll return the favour." She called through the house, not that he was all that far away, there was only the reading space between the seperate rooms they were in and as Rodolphus liked to remind her, they weren't all that big so he could hear her just fine. All he had to do was pull his head out of his arse.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 559
Notes: <3
Outfit: Planning ahead

Dorcas mucked around the house a little before there was a noise from the front. She'd only been playing with the kittens until they'd grown bored, which had been all of one minute, and then she'd checked the fridge for food, forgetting she'd ordered pizza. She remembered when she looked at the empty fridge and figured she should order something and that was when the little wand lit up in her mind, reminding her that she had four pizza's on the way, her usual Order of two pizzas, which she could usually sit a scoff down the majority of after a long day, and another two incase Jasper was anything at all like her - which with a figure like his she figured he was probably always eating. Heck, his desk was probably full of snacks now she came to think of it and she was definitely going to enquire about that at some point and probably hit him up for a sugar high if he had any decent, exceedingly unhealthy treats. Which she bloody hoped he did.

Dorcas made her way to the front door, gabbing her muggle money out of the little bowl she had on a table near the front door. She opened the door to be greeted with one not bloke holding food but two. "Come in, Scamander." She told Jasper who was easily the tallest and burlier of the two and better looking of Dorcas was quite frank about the young lad that barely seemed to be out of his teens and delivering take away food. Stepping aside while looking at the muggle money in her hand Dorcas left a bit of space for Jasper to get by and counted the notes. She grabbed a few of the notes and held them out to the delivery guy, who took them and then passed her the stack of pizzas she'd ordered, money pinched between his fingers precariously as the pizzas were held between his hands. They smelt delicious, she did love some good muggle pizza and while the place in the local town wasn't the very best in Italian cuisine, it was good enough for her liking. Then again Dorcas wasn't exactly all that fussy when it came to food. She lived off of take away and cereal when she was home, whatever the cafeteria at work had to offer and on Sunday's she had her parents roast to look forward to. Occasionally she'd make her way over to Dorian's and casually help herself to literally anything he had around the place but his foods were usually all way too healthy and often required prepping and cooking the food yourself. Dorcas much preferred something with a less than thirty second prep time or a quick spell to reheat something. When she wanted to eat she wanted to eat right in that moment, giving time to prep something and then actually cook it was insane in her mind which was probably why she really was such a terrible cook and had nearly burnt a few of her places to the ground since she'd been living on her own. Part of her was tempted to listen to Rodolphus and actually take some sodding cooking lessons but after work there was very little she could be arsed to do. Most of her nights simply consisted of either work, Rodolphus or chatting with her mum for a couple of hours about things she honestly did not care about and could wait until the weekend, but it wasn't as if she could just tell them woman to shut up, as she would with any other person. Dorcas often found her mother annoying but there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for the woman ... except have children.

Tag: @jaspers
Words: 623
Notes: <3 Cat and Dog
Outfit: Kittens!

Dorcas smirked a little at Sirius' comment about the Leaky being the centre of the London nightlife. Well obviously it wasn't but on a Wednesday there weren't really that many pubs open at this time of night with all the muggle places adhering to the muggle laws and shutting at eleven. Magical pubs had no such regulations, they pretty much went until the staff had decided they'd had enough of staring at their ugly arsed patrons and kicked them out. Dorcas had never found herself kicked out of a bar or a club, at least not because she'd hung back until closing but perhaps a time or six she'd been thrown out for a fight here and there and holding a clump of some shitface's hair in her hand. It wasn't often that Dorcas lost her cool but when she did she tended to have a bit of a mental snap and take things a little too far. Thankfully there wasn't all that much that could make her snap, her biggest issues laid in rejection which she'd not had happened in an exceedingly long time and not the kind of rejection from a guy or girl that didn't want to mess around with her - that happened surprisingly often, especially with Dorian being such a bloody prude all the time - but because she didn't get the things she wanted that she felt she was owed. She knew it made her seem like a princess but honestly, she worked hard and when a line of enquiry was rejected from up above or she was taken from a case she found herself needing to let off steam in every single way possible. The last time fire had been her favoured way to vent her frustrations.

"Maybe I'll ask Humbert to run you through a few extra drills then, just for fun." She smirked, lifting her drink to her lips and taking a mouthful. The new recruits on the whole could do with a decent amount of punishment for quite simply being new. Dorcas figured it was best to make sure you could see what they were made of sooner rather than later. There was no point wasting time and resources on those that just weren't going to cut it, so weeding them out while they were still all bright eyed and bushy tailed seemed like the logical thing to do. Dorcas knew if she was in charge of the training academy then she'd have so many of the little arses crying she'd actually being to take pleasure in it rather than feel anything akin to remorse and empathy. Her training had been hard, she'd not only endured it but she'd smashed through it all. The Auror department wasn't the place to be soft. If you wanted casual sort of work but still wanted to apprehend the bad guys then you took it up with the Hit Wizard section of the Magical Law Enforcement department, you didn't play about as an Auror.

Dorcas never really had good reasons for the places she picked, usually her reasoning to herself was all about where she felt she should be and she never really read too much into it but if she did then she'd know that through her own experiences Saturday nights near Whimsic Alley was her top spot because that was where the most fights she'd had to break up had happened. Monday nights were where she'd find herself out in the muggle world at a place near her home because the pub owners son often made a visit and if she 'd had plenty to drink she'd hop in his pants for a spell. If not then she'd passed. He was a bloody attractive bloke and he was well sized down below, but there was little to his brains and he was as thick as mud. She could tolerate him after a decent amount of drinks but if she didn't have enough she didn't bother with him. There were lots of little habits she'd developed over the years and Wednesdays at the Leaky wasn't really one of them, it was a little out of the ordinary, but for some reason tonight it seemed like a good call, and just as well, the little baby intern looked as though he was having himself a shit of a night. "Because Tom the owner is hung." She said, quirking her eyebrows suggestively a couple of times before knocking back a little more of her drink, wondering if hinting at the size of Tom the owners dick size would be enough to scare the little boy Black all the way back to whatever fancy apartment in the city he more than likely owned.

Tag: @phouxee
Words: 785
Notes: <3
Outfit: As crushing as the sea

Lunete Penelope Dearborn and Evangeline Lucille Nott
Yes! This works wonderfully! She can help Lunete get over a little heartbreak or she can stand on the sidelines, pretending not to notice for a while and watching Lunete's suffering xD

Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Evangeline Lucille Nott
Dorcas objects to being considered the same office. She says she has to consider them the same Department as they're the MLE Department, but office? Evie bloody wishes that she was enough to be elite xD Dorcas probably wouldn't have anything to do with her at the moment. Not an Auror so not anything of Dorcas' concern. Dorcas wouldn't have bothered with River's friends, they're RIver's friends, not hers, and the same goes for Kit, if Kit and Evie are friends that's their business, Dorcas totally looks down on anyone that befriends as many Aurors as Evie does when in what Dorcas really does consider a less skilled area of the law. Nothing for these two ... yet -winkwink- Plot more on that later.

Lilith A. C. Lestrange and Evangeline Lucille Nott
Lilith is disgusted that Lucian is engaged to her sister. Evie is a muggle-lover in Lilith's eyes and she wouldn't interact with her. She's one of those people Lilith would just walk away from mid-conversation just for the hell of it.

Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and Evangeline Lucille Nott
Really bloody well, I imagine!! She will bitch to Evie about Fin's disgusting girlfriend/fiancée/whatever she is to Fin at the time and plot ways to kill her. Evie totally has to be in on that! xD

Vienna Phoebe Rosier and Evangeline Lucille Nott
Casual friends through their DE connection. It just rolls off the tongue! "Camron, darling, this is my casual friend through our death eater connection, Evie. Evie, this is Camron my husband" xD Perfect!

Where would she like him to shoot it? Dorcas looked at him, her left brow quirked as though she needn't speak the word 'idiot', he'd just know she was thinking it. As well he knew, absolutely anywhere was fine but the face? Well a little warning would be nice, not that 'nice' was particularly a word that could be thrown around when they were enjoying one another's bodies. If anyone saw what they got up to then the word 'nice' would be one of the farthest words form their mind. Thankfully it was no fucker else's business what they got up to and there was no way she was telling anyone about it and she doubted Rodolphus would dare mention anything to anyone about messing around with a bloodtraitor for 12 years. Holy Crap, it was 12 years. There was probably something very wrong with that but Dorcas didn't care, not while she was having fun. Sure Rodolphus was married but she figured that was his business, she had no idea what kind of understanding he had with his wife and she didn't give a shit to find out. Dorcas had always thought that if she were to ever find herself in a relationship then, as most relationships were rather monogamous, she'd tell Rodolphus to bugger off, but she'd avoided all people interested in some kind of relationship, she wasn't the settling down kind and she wasn't going to be passing up the freedoms she had now. Not from what she could see of her short future.

Eating sushi did not go well. It never went well. Dorcas dropped absolutely everything she picked up. She tried holding the chopsticks every way she could, even trying to remember how Rodolphus had once attempted to teach her but she just couldn't get it. Even stabbing the sushi with just one chopstick it would occasionally slide off if she didn't keep the chopstick tilted enough. Rodolphus stole her attention away from the sushi she'd been so focused on. She's gone back to trying to use two chopsticks again and it was just as disastrous as the first time. If she ever had a mission in Asia that required her to use chopsticks she was going to be well and truly fucked, and not in the fun way. "Oi, don't!" She said, with regards to the bottle being opened on the counter. He was so bloody boorish at times it was unreal. She went back to her sushi, muttering something about him being a stupid arse which she also applied to the stupid sushi that wouldn't stay between the stupid bloody chopsticks. Hearing the cigarette case open didn't even register to Dorcas. She hated the bloody things, the stench alone was horrible when it was fresh but when it went stale it was just ghastly but it was a noise she was all too familiar with around Rodolphus. Successfully manage to wedge the piece of sushi she was working on between two chopsticks she slowly raised the chopsticks, one in each hand and basically stabbing the sushi from the sides. Leaning forward over her plate while trying to bring the sushi towards her she managed to get a bite. The Sushi fell the moment her mouth left it but she took it as a victory, raising her arms and chopsticks in the air as she chewed the sushi. Rodolphus however had lit something that was in his mouth and Dorcas fired one of her chopsticks at him, much as she would have done a knife only with a bit more force as the chopstick didn't hold the weight of a knife. Aiming right for the middle of his forehead she was pissed that he was lighting up inside of her home, especially when he hadn't cleaned up his sodding mess and while she had a mouthful of sushi so couldn't yell properly "Fug ov ou'side!"

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 651
Notes: <3
Outfit: Planning ahead

Dorcas waited as Jasper seemed to have something to think over however she wasn't waiting long before he almost invited himself over. She smirked a little. She would have preferred him just about invite himself over but this was close enough. Instantly the idea of Jasper in her head filled her with all kinds of naughty thoughts. Having him tied on her kitchen table was rather entertaining. He was big and muscular, bigger than Rodolphus and Dorcas wasn't sure if her table could take what she'd throw at it. Heck, she'd cut off the table legs and have him tilted and displayed in front of her stark naked, lick over every single scar of his she could find while her hands roamed his body. She was willing to bet he was a lot more muscular than Rodolphus too but he lacked that special something that Rodolphus had, Jasper lacked that darkness that lurked beneath the surface of his eyes, he lacked that lack of conscious that made Rodolphus so appealing. Not to mention the blue eyes and blonde hair weren't really her thing. They just pointed more to a man that would let her do whatever without much consequence. Rodolphus would literally break her body. The idea of tying Rodolphus to the dining table and having him on display for her was so much more exciting and it was about time she gave him another little brand to remember her by.

Looking at her watch Dorcas estimated how long it would take for her work today in the ministry. She usually clocked off a little later than she was supposed to but not to the point it was some kind of Dorian level after his parents had died and before he'd started dating Paris. Just a little later. "I'll be home at six," she said, looking back to Jasper, figuring she'd clock off almost on time today, "But I go for my run as soon as I get in. I usually take half an hour so you're either welcome to join me in the shower at half past or wait a little longer." She said, keeping the invite open and not looking for a response, "I'll send you a message later with my address." She turned about and started back the way she'd came but before she could get too far she turned her head a little barely able to see him in her peripheral, "And if you're not looking at my arse while I walk away, you're looking in the wrong direction." She called, then looked back ahead of herself, smirking and getting back to her own desk in her own little space in an office she'd all but demanded she had, and she'd of course gotten it, there weren't many things Dorcas couldn't get when she wanted them.

Tag: @jaspers
Words: 470
Notes: <3 It's a good plan, solid plan LMAO!!!
Outfit: Pussy cat, cutie cat