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"Johnson be on your way and stop wasting Agent Scamander's time. Shouldn't you be doing something productive with your time rather than standing around like some kind of nit-wit?" She said in a close to exasperated tone. Of course neither man had really been at fault, both men had accidentally walked in to one another ... okay so Jasper was kind of at fault for bashing in to a completely stationary person but she was after his help so she was hardly going to take any sort of stance against him, even if it was only in her own mind and Dorcas had witnessed it. Kind of. Okay not a whole lot. She'd been busy. One would perhaps think that she'd been busy with work matters and she supposed she was in a way because she'd been staring at Jasper's arse as he walked out of his cubical and turned the opposite direction to the one she'd been walking in to get to his cubical. She hadn't called out to him, despite him being able to take far longer strides than herself because she figured he'd have to stop eventually, she hadn't realised he'd just walk into some other bloke that was half his size and standing completely stationary. Still Johnson nodded, apologised and went on his way leaving Dorcas with Jasper although if he'd been sitting at his desk as she'd hoped this conversation would have been a lot easier on her neck. A lot easier on her arse too if he'd let her sit on his lap, which was entirely inappropriate work behaviour but completely something she'd do give then question she had to ask him.

"Thank Merlin that twit's gone," She said, looking after Johnson as he tried to figure out just what the bloody hell to do with himself, "Anyway, I had a question for you." She said, there was no gentle ease into conversation with Dorcas, she wasn't exactly one to beat around the bush, especially not when she had actual work to be getting on with and not just staring at Jasper's arse as he walked, although holy Morgana! That was definitely something she'd enjoy playing with. "What do you know about pussies?" She asked, a slight little pull up on the corner of her lips. She was well aware of how the question had sounded however she was not going to explain herself, she first wanted to see Jasper's reaction and see if there'd be any catching on to what she was talking about at this stage, which was of course pussy cats, but she made the question seem far more crude than it needed to be. She only needed help with a little something, a couple of little somethings actually and knowing Jasper came from a family of animal lovers she figured if there was anyone in the office to ask about animals it was Jasper, there was no attempt to even ask Dorian as she was sure a pet would be far too chaotic for him to handle and she couldn't ask her parents because they would practically coo over the two little kittens she had at home, no doubt hoping that because Dorcas had rethought her policy on pets then perhaps some day in the future she'd rethink her stance on children. She would not, however they would hold out more hope than ever and not only that they'd be giant pains in the arse about it too, in particular her mother who wanted nothing more than to be a grandmother and practically got her wish last year when she'd become a quasi-grandma to little Ariel.

Tag: @jaspers
Words: 605
Notes: <3 oh hai!
Outfit: Pussy cat, cutie cat

The sight of Rodolphus being pulled away was hilarious in of itself. The fact he'd done it after someone he disapproved of had dared to touch her bare arse at a party that was beginning to border on some kind of strange orgy was just extreme perfection for the night. He was furious, beyond furious. His face was so reddened from his fighting and his yelling it almost looked as though he was going to blow his top. They idea of Rodolphus this angry, this frustrated only meant that their night was going to get all the more better. Dorcas knew he wasn't going to hold back his rage around her, she knew he was going to try and break her more than he had any other time and she welcomed his attempts, of course they first had to deal with the fact Rodolphus was being dragged away by security. For a moment Dorcas contemplated spending the rest of the night at the party without him, finding someone else for a bit of night time fun. Rodolphus wouldn't be getting back in to the party without magic and part of her wondered if he'd risk exposing magic to apparate in and back out again with her. The amount of rage he was going through at the moment she figured it was entirely possible. Possible but not probable.

Following on behind the bouncers dragging Rodolphus out Dorcas knew she was smirking and she didn't care who saw. There was a flash of light as some muggle tried to get a photograph of Rodolphus being dragged off. Just as the flash went off one of the bouncers already had his hand up and shoved the camera into the face of the nob. This was quite possibly the most perfect birthday she'd ever had with him and the night wasn't even over for them yet. Seeing him literally tossed to the curb, yelling at a couple of muggles was exceedingly brilliant though. She had to admit she knew Rodolphus could get jealous but she hadn't expected quite this much. She would have been flattered if it wasn't for all the shit in his system that was most likely heightening anything he was feeling, which in this case was probably the urge to slaughter a lot of American Muggles.

Dorcas stood with her wand at her side. She'd drawn it after she'd checked the corridor was bare excluding the bouncers, herself, and Rodolphus. Well, Rodolphus was out on the curb but that was neither here nor there. As the bouncers turned back around Dorcas gave her wand a couple of swishes and obliviated the recent memories of the bouncers that had dragged and thrown Rodolphus. As much as she'd enjoyed the sight she really would have preferred watching Rodolphus whipping out his wand in a crowded room of stoned muggles. After the non-verbal obliviation of the bouncers Dorcas slipped her wand back away in her tight jeans, making it seem as though the wand would have just disappeared. "You've both just been out for a break. You're secretly having a love affair with one another but now it's time to head back to the function room before anyone notices you're gone." She said then stepped aside as the new information sunk in to the bouncers. It took a moment but it sunk in and one, then the other, came back to life. The bigger bouncers looked to the smaller bouncer as Dorcas walked on by, acting as though she was just in her way out. Together the bouncers took one another's hands and began walking down the corridor. "Mindy's going to be heartbroken when she finds out." She said, finding the forced together now gay couple rather adorable but fuck it, they'd thrown Rodolphus out and they could now deal with the consequences. If the big burley one with the wedding ring on his ring finger and a heart tattoo halfway up his forearm that read 'Mindy' was to find his marriage ruined well then Dorcas honestly didn't give a single shit

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: (5)678
Notes: <3
Outfit: killer queen

Dorcas didn't give a crap who was touching her arse, or anywhere on her body for that matter. The atmosphere of the whole night had her swept away and the potions she'd had were doing their job in keeping her up. Roddy must have been somewhere else entirely with the amount in his system. From potions, alcohol, and drugs his head must have been some place she just couldn't possibly comprehend and she was freaking loving it. She didn't go out with Dolphus like this all that often, she didn't want to be seen with him and he couldn't risk being seen ruining his reputation. If word got out that he was seeing a blood traitor on a regular basis then what? Not a whole lot, probably. There'd be talk of such a scandal but would anything actually change? No. He wasn't the only one of that lot having an affair and he wouldn't be the first or the last to be caught but a man like Rodolphus was powerful, his business would stand tall and strong because, as far as Dorcas could tell, he pretty much owned a bit of absolutely fucking everything. It was ridiculous. He was one of the few people in the world that could do no wrong and she was one of the few people that could tell him no, when she felt like it.

Suddenly there were no hands on her exposed backside and dorcas turned her head to spy her date of the evening getting exceedingly jealous as his fists collided with the bloke who Dorcas guessed had also been taking advantage of her bare arse. With a smirk, unable to hide her amusement at the situation, she stood, pulling her jeans and knickers up at the same time and buttoning herself up. The zip was inaudible over the sounds of Dolphy's rage, screaming at the bloke and calling him muggle filth. The muggle filth component of the yelling she was easily overlooked as she bit her bottom lip, watching the man she screwed and had once hated wrap a mans face around his fists, just for touching her. She liked it. A lot. She missed the screams from the people watching what was happening. She was still focused on his fists. Covered in blood she watched, eager to see how this would play out, as he reached for his wand. If he performed magic here and now in front of so many muggles he was going to land himself in more trouble than he'd ever been in before. The idea he'd instinctually risk everything for her was beyond amusing and while she knew it was a bad idea for him to draw his wand, it was entirely up to him, she wasn't going to stop him. If anything she was keen to see how much he'd have to pay to get himself out of such a situation. The prospect of Rodolphus landing himself in major trouble was almost as exciting as the blood on his knuckles. It was a shame it was all over rather swiftly. Two large and brutal looking hired security guards each wrapped hands the size of dustbin lids around Rod's arms, tugging on him to pull him off of the muggle. Dorcas hadn't realised that while everyone was either excited about a fight or horrified she was there, laughing.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 561
Notes: <3
Outfit: killer queen

Lunete Penelope Dearborn and Tristan Jude Dearborn
Close now and they get on wonderfully! <3

Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Tristan Jude Dearborn
Aww! Well Roddy can't have been Dorcas' first time because if he was she would have been mentally scarred for life. Cue Tristan! Cute, can actually withstand her out there personality and when she realised he was looking at her differently to before she would have made that leap and kissed him! Then kissy kissy turned to more and he was her first. Awkward for her being so inexperienced but he would have just been the perfect first! Adorable! They just get on well, if he wasn't annoyed with her in general then she would have always felt super comfy with him and messaged him a few times when he was abroad. She's totally up for drunken sock puppets!

Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Geralina Amara Drake
Putting her seperate xD She'd be totally overwhelmed and at a loss and failing to see what the big deal is but she'd attempt some effort. Nothing phoney or condescending, just nice Dorcas! Or as nice as she can be. She may put her foot in her mouth but Geralina would know what and how she means things xD

paris cordelia james and Tristan Jude Dearborn
She would have sent millions of messages when he moved! There's no way she'd have lost touch with Tristan! She thought he was wild and great fun! She would have loved the influence he had on Geralina and asked every now and then when he planned to come back for a holiday! There were totally pictures of him at the funeral, hugging and laughing with Paris and Geralina so there's an opening for Dorian to recognise him!

@lenore and Tristan Jude Dearborn
Yes! Awwww that'd be awesome! All of it! Yessss!!

Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and Tristan Jude Dearborn
She'd be well behaved, polite, smile but she doesn't like him, not in the slightest. She thinks it'd be best if the new Astronomy Professor wound up dead at some point but not until the school year's over. She doesn't want anything potentially ruining her grade xD

Emily Jane Meadowes and André Daniel Meadowes and Tristan Jude Dearborn
Aww! They'd treat him like family! André would kind of run him through the ins and outs of the Order, let him know about what different people do. Also told him Dorcas has no idea they're involved and they'd like to keep it that way for now, that kind of thing.

Lilith A. C. Lestrange and Tristan Jude Dearborn
Yeah, I got nothing! So lets keep going! xD

Tersha Alara Knight and Vienna Phoebe Rosier
Mutual dislike? Obviously Tersha would know about most of the crap Paris went through with her family and since Vienna's managed to claw her way up the social ladder without even really trying she'd no doubt have caught Tersha's eye so she has to be super careful not to give Tersha any good scoops by mistake and she and her husband act the prefect couple in public but perhaps maybe too perfect? xD

Finley Charles Avery and Vienna Phoebe Rosier
She worked with his daddy! His daddy helped bring her in to the death eaters! She encouraged Fin to kill Paris but how? We should work this out, probably via PM or chat!

Geralina Amara Drake and Vienna Phoebe Rosier
Major hate then? xD

Julian Astraeus Blackthorne and Vienna Phoebe Rosier
She likes him. A lot. He didn't know Paris, he wasn't enamoured by her at any stage and he's honest. He's manipulative. He's fun. They have babies six months apart and there are playdates and parenting talk in their future xD

Livia Eleanor Grace Burke and Vienna Phoebe Rosier
Second cousin to Camron making Liv and Vie second cousins in law xD I think that if Liv was friendly and lovely to Vie then she would be completely lovely back. Of course if she's not then that'll probably make Vie nervous xD

Tristan Jude Dearborn and Vienna Phoebe Rosier
Probably wouldn't have realised she existed had they not been in the same year and house! Still they were and she didn't really interact with him much. If he was nice to her at school then she would have been flattered at the attention and not quite sure what to have done with it. Obviously a lot has happened since then and he probably dislikes her quite a bit now and she would openly dislike him.

There was no doubt in Dorcas' mind that whoever this Frenchie bloke was, Tersha was going to have one hell of a time with him. She would definitely be exploring every single inch she could get her hands and more on and then Dorcas would have the joy of hearing all about it. Well not all, but a good portion she expected. Tersha was certainly excited about the prospect of Mr Pretty and Dorcas couldn't blame her. Good looking, good at whatever it was he did (Dorcas presumed), and more than likely riche, rich, rich. Probably not rich enough for Tersha but probably nothing to turn her nose up at! Tersha Laroux certainly had a beautiful ring to it and within six months Tersha would probably have a beautiful ring on her finger if she wanted to pursue the guy. If she wanted to he'd have no chance to resist. Then again if she could find someone a little older and a lot richer, Mr Laroux wouldn't have a hope of landing a catch like Tersh.

Dorcas grinned widely at Tersha and sipped her drink, Dorcas was not above having someone look into Tersha's boss if the dark haired beauty were to report something suspicious. She would have gone herself but that would have looked incredibly suspicious. Looking into your best friend's boss without any solid leads? Not good enough, not unless there was actual dirt on the bastard. Unfortunately being a sleazy wanker was not enough to arrest him on though she'd bloody well have loved to, and a fair few other people she could think of. "Send any real ones into Humbert, he'll dig up literally anything that's there, he's brilliant. Any fake tips can go to Anderson, he's a tit and to see him demoted would just be an excellent start to the new year." She laughed, not giving one ounce of a shit about Anderson. He seemed to be on his last leg anyway and Dorcas was certain he was more of a hindrance to the department than a help. Plus he was a complete perv. Dorcas wouldn't object to anyone with a ild bit of decency ogling at her but the way he did it was just disgusting. Or maybe it was because he had the worlds worst combover.

Christmas was lovely all up. She'd been a pain in the arse as much as she wanted to be and she'd met Dorian's brother which had been interesting. Her mum and dad had a habit of collecting strays it seemed. Tersha with her emotionally distant family. Dorian with his dead family and girl friend, Julian also with his dead family. It was a shame Tersha hadn't been there, no doubt she would have dragged Julian away to one of the spare rooms and stripped him naked for a bit of fun. He didn't seem rich enough to be more than a one time thing for Tersha but he was cute enough for a little fun. Dorcas only wished she'd met him before finding out he was related to Dorian. He was smooth, charming and totally, absolutely, 1000% hiding something. She liked that. "Fertility goddess!?" Dorcas roared with laughter. She and Tersha had very similar views on the children front, neither of them wanted any and quite frankly Dorcas thought the pair of them would be awful being mothers. Not to the same children, all though that sounded like some complicated episode of a TV show her mum enjoyed watching. "And where's the goddess now, in the bin or hidden under a cloth in the basement somewhere?" She grinned, amused at such a gift.

Tag: Tersha Alara Knight
Words: 607
Notes: <3
Outfit: Awww!

The door to his bedroom opened up and Dorcas looked up at Dorian as he walked into the room. She popped her wand away and picked up her wine glass, walking back towards the lounge room where she probably had one glass of red left in the bottle she'd brought over but she wouldn't be shy in raiding Dorian's stash. In exchange he could keep the white she'd brought over. Maybe. Probably. She wasn't sure yet, she might just take it home with her for tomorrow night. She wasn't much of a big drinker but she didn't mind a little every now and then and it had been quite a while since she'd had a quiet night in with the telly and some wine. Maybe she'd find some kind of movie to put on, preferably something goreish. She rather liked the grosser side of the entertainment industry but whenever she had Rodolphus over and forced him to watch something on the couch she chose something far more cheery and sing-songy, just to torture him. She was pretty sure he secretly loved about half the movies she'd made him sit through. He'd probably have still preferred playing with her rather than playing some movie but she quite liked movies. Muggles were really pretty interesting.

"Spider. I flung her across the room on a wine glass about five minutes ago. Figured I should apologise to her and pop her outside." Totally normal. "You look good in that shirt." She said sincerely, no hint of sarcasm present nor any sort of innuendo. It was perhaps a less than natural flow to anyone else's conversation but to Dorcas it made sense. She'd noticed his more casual attire when he walked out, it wasn't exactly something you could miss around Dorian who spent probably 99% of his life in a suit, and the darker shirt wasn't something she'd really seen with any of his suits so that had caught her eye immediately too. He usually favoured lighter shirts and darker suits. Either way it was different and it suited him. Blue was definitely one of his many colours, but when you were that attractive just about anything could suit you well enough.

Dorcas had hold of her wine glass and picked up Dorian's too, she headed towards the lounge and put both the glasses down on the coffee table in the middle, the one that had splashes of wine all over it not all that long ago. She noticed a slight splash on the side closest to her. She had no sodding clue how it had gotten on this side when she'd flung the glass towards Dorian and it had started spilling about half way but low and behold, the smear was there. Dorcas took out her wand again, giving a small swish and the wine was soon gone. She pulled out the draw to make sure the top was clean and it was. Instead of just closing the draw Dorcas noticed a thick book. Her head tilted a little as she put her wand away once more and she leant over, pulling the book out of the draw. "Ooo, photo album." She grinned, sitting down on the sofa behind her with the book in her arms, "May I?" She asked looking to Dorian, a cross between a smile and grin on her lips, if he refused then she'd just have to get him drunker and then have a look when he was less likely to care, only she wouldn't ask permission the next time.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Words: 590
Notes: Dude, I love all Dordor lengths! xD Short is just as epic as any other length! <3
Outfit: Awww!