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It wasn't often that Dorcas was out, let alone on a work night. Most of her nights were spent in, eating cereal or pestering Rodolphus to bring her something to eat however this week she had off. After working all of New Years and missing out on a New Years Eve she'd taken the second week of January off to reward herself and to get some relaxation. Unfortunately Tersha had work tomorrow so she was home sleeping, Rodolphus hadn't come over and she hadn't demanded anything of him this evening either so she was completely alone. Her dad had work tomorrow and her mum was probably going to be looking after Ariel. Dorian too would be working so he'd be sleeping soundly. Dorcas on the other hand needed to let off some steam. Was a Wednesday night the best sort of night to do such a thing? Who the hell even cared? There'd be someone around at some point and if there wasn't then she'd just get drunk and stick her merry little arse up on the bar and dance. She didn't care if she got approval, she didn't care if she got kicked out, she just needed a little bit of fun and tomorrow she could just sleep of a hangover. Tomorrow she had no responsibilities and she could sleep for as long as she wanted so long as her mother didn't bring Ariel to visit while Dorian was at work.

Washing her hands at the sink of the ladies toilets Dorcas turned off the taps and shook her hands. She grabbed a couple of paper towels and dried her hands, checking herself out in the mirror. She was tipsy. Not yet drunk but most certainly tipsy. She'd had a bit tonight and somehow over the years she'd managed to build up a little bit of a tolerance to alcohol. Even as of a few years ago Dorcas could remember getting absolutely tit faced after three shots. Now she could handle at least seven, maybe eight depending on what she'd had before hand. The only constant in her life revolving around alcohol was tequila. The nasty little drink was horrid and worse still it made Dorcas all hot and bothered, causing her to strip off next to everything until she could cool down. The only problem was she rarely remembered to pick up her stripped items of clothing and she barely ever remembered anything of the night when she woke the next day. Tequila was the devil and she bloody loved it.

Shoving the paper towels in the waste basket Dorcas proceeded to exit the lavatories and made her way to the bar. It wasn't exactly a busy night but then again it was Wednesday so it wasn't like there was going to be a whole lot going on tonight. She placed her order and sighed, looking about the bar at the lack of anyone even remotely cute. If her evening didn't pick up then she was going to be shaking that fine arse she had, up on the bar, taking shots whenever the hell she liked. Her eyes drifted over the patrons and came to settle on a familiar face. Once her drink was served and paid for she made her way over to the table of the lone little trainee as she wondered just where all his mates were. She supposed they were probably home, sleeping, getting ready for the day ahead of them tomorrow which was precisely what Sirius should have been doing too but instead his adorable little arse was plonked down on a chair in the Leaky Cauldron. Weird.

Taking her drink Dorcas made her way over to Sirius' table and sat herself down without an invitation, she just took a mouthful of her drink and then set the glass down on the table in front of her and looked to Sirius. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" She asked. It was hard not to notice but Sirius was a down right attractive bloke. He should definitely have been asleep right now and probably with some random hottie in his bed for the night. Someone that cute, and what she'd seen of him - arrogant, probably knew how to woo the pretty ladies and were well aware of how not to go home alone, but despite figuring what should have been, she looked at what was, her training taking over to form a more solid first impression. A bottle of scotch and one glass meant he didn't have company. A somber looking face that appeared stressed more than rested spoke of stress and the way he had been sucking on that cigarette only seemed to point to him being a little down in the dumps. Well probably way more than just a little. She had no idea what he was going through and quite frankly she wasn't a fan of asking and finding out. She was a fan of getting drunk and literally forgetting problems. Not healthy but it was working thus far in her life.

Tag: @phouxee
Words: 839
Notes: <3 oh hai!
Outfit: As crushing as the sea

No. That was not the way he got ahead in life and it was taking him bloody forever to become head of the department ... well not quite. He was well under 35 still so he had plenty of time to become head of the department and at one of the youngest ages. Still it was something he more than deserved and she couldn't see why he wasn't really going for it. If you didn't make it known that was what you were striving for then you were going to get overlooked and if you didn't make a big enough fuss about it then people didn't think you were all that serious about it. Dorian was about the most serious person Dorcas had ever come across. He hadn't always been that way but he was what he was now and that was the Dorian that needed to kick up some kind of fuss about heading the department someday. "So I'll take that as a yes then." It wasn't a question, she'd bloody well yell at Peterson, calling him all sorts of names if she had to. She'd probably get a slap on the wrist for speaking to a superior like that but it wasn't like they were going to kick her out of the department by way of firing or demotion.

It was so strange seeing Dorian like that. It was plainly Dorian but so not. It almost sounded to Dorcas like his parents just took pictures of absolutely everything. Her's were the same. There were pictures of her in so many albums it was unreal and she had a feeling Rodolphus had seen every single sodding one of them when he'd visited her mother for tea and chats. He was such a creepy sleaze sometimes, stalking about her life like he was actually some considerable part of it. The only way he was any part of her life was because of the screwing around. He was a fantastic fuck and while he could have possibly been a pretty ideal guy he just wasn't. Despite regularly screwing her he still got married, he still had a child with his wife and he remained married. Dorcas wasn't jealous of his wife, not even in the slightest, but there was most definitely a possibility that had he not decided to get married then perhaps she would have had feelings for him on some level and wouldn't have minded that he'd been shown pictures of her butt-naked on a furry rug with a lace background as some kind of newborn baby picture that made no sodding sense.

Dorian made mention of him being a handsome chap. He was, there was no denying that he was one of the best looking guys she'd ever come across and despite his comment being in humour she looked up to where he was standing, looking down at the picture and smiled, "Still are." She pointed out. Dorcas looked back to the picture and closed the album. That was enough for one night and she needed more wine. This whole not drinking for a whole ten minutes was going to sober her up if she didn't rectify it immediately and that wasn't acceptable, not right now. Perhaps when she was drunker she'd come back to the album, perhaps Dorian would even be so kind to give her commentary on each picture, especially if they were all like that last one, but she doubted he'd ever be drunk enough to be that much fun. "That was pleasantly horrifying. I loved it." She grinned, leaning forward and slipping the album away in the draw beneath the coffee table, making sure it was all shut up incase she spilt or threw anything else this evening. They were probably safe though. Reaching forward Dorcas took the bottle of wine she'd brought over and topped up her freshly cleaned glass, emptying the bottle and setting it down she then picked up the wine and leant back into the sofa, taking a mouthful of the red drink that would ensure that at least she would have a bloody good time tonight, even if Dorian would keep that stick of his buried well and truly deep within the cavern that was his arse.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Words: 707
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!

Peering in the fridge Dorcas bent over and moved a few things about looking for this bloody beer that Rodolphus was after. There was no Sapporo in the fridge but there was another kind of beer, however Rodolphus was taking advantage of Dorcas being willing to bend over in front of him and if he hadn't she would more than likely have asked what the fuck was his problem. Her arse was all but presented on a silver platter and he wasn't showing an interest? She'd bloody kill him! Luckily he stayed true to himself and ran his hand over her leg. She bit her lower lip, grabbing a different beer while he flipped her skirt up. The smack on her arse caused her to flinch a little with that oh so erotic pain she loved. She looked over her shoulder at Rodolphus, quirking her right brow, "Quite finished?" Of course she actually bloody loved it and he definitely knew it. She stood up, letting her skirt fall back down over her arse.

Dorcas took her drink and Roddy's to the kitchen counter "Shut the fridge." She said, stealing a bit of ebi nigiri from his plate and putting it on her own. She pulled out her wand to undo the bottles and then grabbed her plate and drink and sat down at the table in the kitchen. There was no point going to the other end of the house to eat when there were seats right there. Sometimes she'd take her food down and watch in front of the TV if it was late and she'd missed a normal sort of food time but Rodolphus was actually there at a reasonable time. Most of the time she ate in the kitchen with files surrounding her but they definitely weren't going to be coming out while Rodolphus was around. She was happy enough to settle for his company, she actually kind of enjoyed talking to him even if they did talk crap most of the time.

Sitting with her back to the oven she realised she'd forgotten the chop sticks. It didn't matter too much given how terribly useless she was with them but she was too stubborn to insist on using anything else. She'd get the hang of them someday and she didn't need Rodolphus teaching her, lording it over her in his 'I know better than you' way. He was a smug arse at the best of times, he'd be fine sitting through her butchering sushi. "I forgot the chop sticks." She said looking over at him, expecting him to bring them to the table that was a single step from where he was standing. Her kitchen was small, you never had to move too far to find what you needed. She liked it but Rodolphus always found something to complain about. At least his complaints were reduced after a year and a half of putting up with this place and it was far bigger than her first apartment in London that had been crazy small but fun and cosy. More fun when Rodolphus was over, all her places were more fun when he came over but she couldn't put up with him too often, she'd lose her mind actually having to think of more substantial conversation and not to mention her body probably couldn't take any more than what he already did to her ... she'd totally let him though.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 572
Notes: <3
Outfit: Planning ahead

There was a little tap at the back window of the lounge and Dorcas looked up from her place on the sofa to see Beetle tapping at the window. Getting up he placed the confidential files she was reading down on the little coffee table and made her way to the window her owl wanted entry through. With only a small little cottage Dorcas was at the window rather fast and offered her owl a treat. The bird nipped at her hand gently, screeched and flew off amongst the trees. Dorcas lost sight of him pretty fast and shut the window, returning to the sofa, waving her wand and getting rid of the files. Rodolphus wouldn't be long, he wouldn't keep her waiting unless he wanted a shit storm of a temper tantrum but then that only lead to sex faster so maybe he would. Then again she would withhold all sex until she got sushi so the call was his.

As expected (hoped) Rodolphus arrived not long after Beetle. He called out through the house causing her to smirk and listen as he made his way down to the kitchen. With a sigh she supposed she should go down to the kitchen but then that would take effort and lounging on the sofa like this was really rather comfortable. But food. Food was good. Dorcas got up off the sofa and walked all the way down to the opposite end of the house. Why the hell would anyone want something bigger than this place? From what she understood Rodolphus' place was some huge whatever and her entire house could fit in his ball room or it was the size of Aurora's playhouse or whatever. Luckily for him, despite his mocking, she was still up for shagging him. She didn't give a shit about his opinion on her home or anything really. If she did then there'd be next to no chance of any kind of kinky times ... next to no chance, not no chance at all. He was still the only guy that could actually give her what she enjoyed and wasn't afraid to throw her around the room or break her skin or even a bone. It would probably have sounded awful to all the boring people with all the dull sex in their lives, but after the really rough sessions Rodolphus was surprisingly tender and even showed concern from time to time - something she mocked him for relentlessly.

By the time Dorcas got to the kitchen the sushi was out on the counter and looked delicious. She opened a cupboard and pulled out a couple of plates, placing them next to the sushi for Rodolphus to serve up. She figured it was about as close as he came to serving anyone anything. "What do you want to drink?" She asked, moving to the fridge and getting herself a bottle of coke. There was rarely a time Rodolphus would ask for a drink and she didn't have it. Mostly because he kept a certain cupboard well stocked with absolutely everything he liked and she kept a few other drinks cold in the fridge pretty much at all times for him. Mainly it was the beer. She wasn't a fan of the stuff but Roddy seemed to enjoy it every now and then, plus most of her guests didn't mind it either if they were staying for a few drinks. Allowing him to keep a few things, like drinks, in her home was a lot easier than listening to him bitch when something wasn't available to him. Rodolphus was an absolute Princess and used to getting everything entirely his own way and Dorcas had to admit, she loved telling him 'no' every now and then, just to watch him get mad and sulk.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 634
Notes: <3 THEY'RE SO NORMAL!!
Outfit: Planning ahead

It didn't require a lot of thought to answer Jasper's question because Dorcas hadn't had the kittens all that long at all. "A day." She wasn't the pet type of person. Beetle, her owl, was able to take care of himself, he hunted, he came in when he wanted, she treated him often and she gave him tickles when he was feeling affectionate enough for them. Quite often he was in sync with her moods and every night and every morning he followed her on her runs, flying above her. It was on the way back from her run last night that she'd found the kittens. She hadn't really though too much of them. She'd never come across kittens before but they wouldn't be without their mother, would they? The weather was shit and when she noticed them huddled together next to her back porch she went out and scooped them up before Beetle thought they were a couple of extra large mice.

"Ive got sod all clue about animals." She was just putting it out there because he was going to practically need to tell her everything. They were supposed to see a vet but why and how often? She supposed she'd need to get them neutered of spayed because there was no bloody way she was putting up with more cats, could that be done immediately? Like, right away? What were you supposed to feed them? They looked tiny and they had a bit of the raw food she'd given them but what else were you supposed to do with kittens? They seemed friendly. They also seemed to like to run around during the night. SHe'd heard all sorts of noises from upstairs and of course she'd come down to a mess of cat crap everywhere because she didn't have a litter tray and had no idea how to teach a kitten to use something like that. Did the just know and go? Was it scented or something that made the cats think 'Oh, what a lovely place for a shit today.'? How the hell was anyone supposed to just know this stuff? She'd had a few pets growing up but after her rabbit died when she was six she kind of didn't bother with them again. Her parents took care of them and the most interaction she ever got with animals was from her horse riding lessons, the last of which was far more recent than she'd ever admit to anyone but if it was ever found out - and it was entirely possible with the way her mother blabbered on - then she'd claim it was purely in case she ever needed to ride a horse for a case. Not that she'd ever needed to but it could happen some day, she figured.

Tag: @jaspers
Words: 465
Notes: <3
Outfit: Pussy cat, cutie cat

Pushing open the door to her little cottage Dorcas found that after this evening's jog she was bloody starving. Her owl had been flying above her as he did every time she went out for a run and when she got home he few away, disappearing among the trees that were essentially her back garden. Dorcas found herself some ink and a quill then scrawled a note to Roddy on a piece of scrap parchment that she'd torn from the bottom of an old letter from her mum asking about everything under the sun, even though Dorcas caught up with her every week at least once, sometimes more. The only times Dorcas didn't see or hear from her mum was when Dorcas herself had to go undercover for whatever reason. She just requested her mum not send her anything until she heard from Dorcas and that worked. Dorcas never divulged anything of her work or her Order work to her parents, they didn't need to know any more than she was going to be out of touch for a few days, weeks, possibly months. Her mum took it all just fine, though Dorcas was certain that every time she had a mission, and even when Dorian had his missions, that her mum was absolutely terrified they'd never return home. She never showed it and she was always supportive but she did worry. She was a natural worrier whereas Dorcas hadn't really got that genetic trait. She only worried when it seemed like the logical thing to do. Like missing a period and ending up pregnant with the foetus bastard of an already married man. That was a perfect panicking time in her life and even then, she'd only started one fire and destroyed one itty bitty building in her rage.

Dorcas leant out the window of the lounge room that was already opened and whistled. While she waited for Beetle to show up she folded the parchment and used a bit of muggle sticky tape to seal the envelope and to piss off Rodolphus. She did enjoy winding him up and it was so easy at times. It wasn't as if he had to hold back how he was feeling around her either which was excellent fun for the pair of them. A beating of wings and a screech signalled Beetle's arrival at her window. He settled himself on the window frame and Dorcas tied the note to his leg. "Dolphus." She said, giving him a scratch on the head, "And when you get back there'll be a treat for you." She promised. Owls were easy to look after. Beetle hunted for himself and he took care of himself. Dorcas only had to give him some attention every now and then and offered him some water whenever he came in. He always stayed relatively close to home in case she needed him. The kittens on the other hand were a complete nightmare. She had no sodding clue how to look after them in the beginning and now she couldn't believe she had two sodding cats. They climbed everything, they slept all day and when they weren't sleeping they fought almost constantly. At least Jasper had helped her out with a little advice on how to look after them and they were still alive so things were clearly going just fine.

Beetle took off and Dorcas winced as she felt laws unexpectedly digging into her legs. She looked down to see Dog digging into her joggers. She pulled the little kitten off of her with one hand and then held her with both, looking at the fluffy little calico. "Come on, time to get changed." She put the little kitten up on her shoulder, facing forward and supported her butt with her right hand. Dorcas headed upstairs and to her room, taking Dog the kitten off of her shoulder she placed her on the bed then stripped off. She stepped in the shower and washed herself off before stepping out and wrapping herself in a towel that probably cost more than her jewellery collection. She didn't mind too much that Rodolphus insisted on such towels, they were gentle on her skin and absorbent too, plus there had to be magic involved, there was no way towels stayed this white or this fluffy for this long. Forgetting all about the towels once she was dried off she got dressed, having no clue where Dog had scampered off to while she'd showered off. She saw a flash of black and white dash past her bedroom door and knew Cat was up here, probably hunting her sister. Animals, they were so bloody random. They always got a little crazy after their dinner and Dorcas supposed she did too after hers when Rodolphus was around, so shrugging it off she headed downstairs, gave her wand a wave and read over a couple of files she had from work. There was no telling how long it would take Beetle to find Rodolphus but all she could think was that he'd better not be too long with that Sushi or she'd definitely be cooking him something the next time he came over and she was just an awful cook, downright terrible. It was a miracle she was still alive after consuming her own horrid attempt at food.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 890
Notes: <3 Cat and Dog the kittens!
Outfit: Planning ahead