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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 10, 2018 1:34:00 GMT
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 8, 2018 0:26:10 GMT
 It was happening so slowly and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. The glass was soaring through the air and as if watching everything in slow motion, the glass began to tilt, the red liquid began to spill and Dorcas swore she could have seen actual burgundy drops of wine spilling out of the glass before a miniature river flowed as the glass turned completely on it's side. This was not good. This was kind of hilarious though. Dorian probably wasn't going to think so. He was probably going to be pissed and Dorcas wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him truly pissed at her. She was kind of curious what that would be like, she even had a brief moment of wondering if his anger was as repressed as the rest of him and if that could be broken in the bedroom. She was definitely thinking on that for more than a brief moment later on but first she had to deal with the consequences of having thrown wine over a colleague. A hot colleague. A hot colleague that had once dated her cousin. At least he had reason to take off his shirt! Oh who was she kidding, she may have thought he was hot and she may have wanted to see him naked but she wasn't some perv that would just check him out after throwing wine all over him. He was quite possibly thinking that was the reason why she'd thrown her wan glass out of nowhere but he would be mistaken.
"Uh," She said, a little unsure of how she was going to explain being freaked out by a shadow, "Would you believe me if I said there looked like there was a dementor behind you and I was testing a new hypothesis that they're petrified of red wine?" She forced a guilty grin as though attempting some kind of innocence but it was never gonna happen, not really sticking with that at all, "Clean yourself up, I'll clean up the rest." Ordinarily she may have suggested that she could help him clean himself up or suggested good wine ought not go to waste and then made mention of taking his shirt off so she could lick over his body but that was only going to piss him off more, he wasn't exactly the type to laugh things up. The broom up his arse probably prevented all that. If he started laughing maybe it would twist tighter causing him some kind of eternal anguish he could never escape. Heaven forbid he should be chill about a situation. Well okay, it wasn't like he was full on raging but as Dorcas stood herself up and pulled her wand out of her pocket she figured she could at least behave herself a little or it would be time to go a lot sooner than she anticipated.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 7, 2018 4:43:37 GMT
 There was always so much wanting with Rodolphus and it wasn't necessarily him. Dorcas knew from her seventh year that there was no pretending she didn't want him any more. She could no longer convince herself that she didn't want him dragging her into some toilet while she was on Hogsmeade weekends. He always known that she didn't mind what they did, not really or she would have put a stop to it but she had still hated herself for a long while after every encounter. He was the type of person she hated, he was the sort of pureblood supremacist that not only wanted muggles to suffer but looked as though he would make them - and holy shit was that a turn on. Dorcas had known from the first time after that quidditch match she'd screwed up in that she didn't mind the things that Rodolphus did to her. The landing of his hand on her pale flesh, leaving red hand prints for a while was so timid compared to what she'd let him do now and she even had her own fun with his body but it had been far too long since she'd marked him, he definitely deserved a new mark and she was willing to take whatever came with it.
A bittersweet moan formed from her throat, passing beyond her parted lips as Rodolphus nipped hard enough to draw blood. She didn't even flinch any more, not at something that minor. She welcomed the sting and the sensation of his tongue passing over the bead of blood and she knew they were both entirely fucked up. She took little solace in the fact she believed he was more fucked up than her, but at least there was some. Somehow a small sound, familiar with that of a whimper escaped her as she pressed up against Rodolphus, wanting more from him than what she considered a somewhat timid kiss but he made a compelling argument so as he slapped her arse, she walked along side him, watching the path ahead and the strangers watching as she lowered her top the rest of the way and fixed a popped button. "I'd rather Roger Taylor." She smirked, wondering how Rodolphus would feel if it was a straight guy taking a hit off of any part of her body. Not that she would ever do such a thing, she was a law abiding Auror! Okay, bollocks to that!
By the time they got to the ballroom of the hotel, the after party was in full swing and things were wilder than Dorcas could have ever imagined, figuratively and literally. Her eyes darted all over the place, her mind tracking every single law being broken as Rodolphus reminded her that she had no jurisdiction. Her hand whipped out fast, smacking him in the gut with the back of her hand. He was such an arse and she didn't care how low he kept his voice, any mention of anything related to her job tonight was earning him a smack later, and later she wouldn't be holding back quite so much and she was sure he wouldn't be either. He wasn't the type to sit back an take a hit and thank Merlin for that, she'd be bloody bored without some retaliation to keep her on her toes and to keep things interesting.
The party seemed as though it was never going to stop. As the night progressed Dorcas witnessed all manner of crimes that she was majorly willing to overlook. The drugs was of course the big one and while she hadn’t taken anything Roddy had been in full swing of the evening and it was fun watching him. At one stage as he kissed her he pulled down her jeans and the spun her around, finishing the fierce make out session with a hard slap to her bare arse and grabbing that back of her neck, forcing her to bend for him. He could have just asked but then that wouldn't have been anywhere near as much fun for either of them. He didn’t stop there. He took a line of coke off of her arse and left behind a deep indent of his teeth, tearing a little of the flesh. She felt him slap it again but that wasn't all, there had been a small crowd watching the pair and there was now more than one hand on her arse and they definitely didn't belong to Rodolphus.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 5, 2018 1:52:39 GMT
Order of the phoenix
application Connection to the Order: 100 words or more to say 'My cousin told me about it'? You're bloody dreaming, mate. The thing is it's more complicated than Dorcas realises. Paris was introduced to the Order by her aunt and uncle - Dorcas' parents. Dorcas was told about and introduced to the Order near the end of her seventh year. She's been with the Order now for nine years and still isn't aware that her parents are a part of it. She was always going to be a part of the Order it was only a matter of time. Not only did she have Paris in the Order (and secretly her parents) but there's also Geralina, a good friend, and a few people from work - some have been there longer than her, others joined after she. Useful Skills: Beauty and sarcasm -grins- Dorcas is a highly trained Auror but even before that she wanted to be an auror and so she focused a lot on her school work and methods of self defence. She's an accomplished fighter both with a wand and without. She's proficient with a range of weapons, knives are her favourite but she can use just about anything as a weapon. To date her favourite impromptu weapon was a floppy dildo, but you don't want to hear about that. She's good with non-verbal magic as well as transfiguration. She's changed her appearance for cases as both and auror and as an order member. She's able to produce a corporeal patronus and teaches the newbies to the Order to do the same. As it's not something focused on in Hogwarts and as it's an effective and efficient way of communication between Order Members, it's of paramount importance that the newbies learn as soon as possible. Useful Affiliations: sleeping with a possible death eater Auror. Access to all sorts as an Auror. Very useful. Why join the Order of the Phoenix? Well the death eaters failed to ask me first. First come, first served basis y'know. No way I can stretch that into 200 or more words. Okay, so that's not true. Dorcas would have laughed her arse off at anyone trying to recruit her as a Death Eater and then she would have punched them in the face and, if they were a guy, kicked them in the balls and possibly made out with them. She's always had a strong sense of wrong and right but she's always manipulated it to her own views, bent situations to her liking. There's always going to be a lot of injustice in the world and there's always going to be those that need putting away. Dorcas wanted to become an Auror because of her own experiences with pureblood elitists at Hogwarts. She was picked on and bullied and had to rely upon herself to get out of trouble quite a lot. Half the time she landed herself in trouble but she always found it justified (even if the Professors did not). When Dorcas was introduced to the Order it made sense to be apart of an association who wanted the same thing as her - to bring down the bad, the evil - and the Order went after the most evil. Being vigilantes there's a lot to be called into question over whether it's the right thing to do or not. They operate outside of the law without permission, doing as they please all under the command of one man. Dorcas doesn't see this as a problem, it streamlines the process of catching a lot of death eaters and it's quicker and easier to get intel. While the ministry has to follow correct procedures, the Order isn't anywhere near as restricted. It also helps that the Order can get intel on upcoming attacks long before the ministry. In Dorcas' eyes the Order has way more many benefits and there's less room for corruption, unlike departments in the Ministry where it's hard to know who to trust.Link to on-site RP sample: link |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 4, 2018 3:43:39 GMT
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 4, 2018 2:34:16 GMT
When I dance they call me Macarena. And the boys they say que soy buena. They all want me. They can't have me. So they all come and dance beside me. Move with me. Chant with me. And if you're good, I'll take you home with me. Move with me. Chant with me. And if you're good, I'll take you home with me. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría why cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. But don't you worry about my boyfriend. He's a boy who's name is Victorino. I don't want him. Couldn't stand him. He was no good so I. Now come on, what was I supposed to do?. He was out of town and his two friends were so fine. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena.
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Come and find me, my name is Macarena. Always at the party con las chicas que son buena. Come join me. Dance with me. And you fellows chant along with me.
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena
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When I dance they call me Macarena. And the boys they say que soy buena. They all want me. They can't have me. So they all come and dance beside me. Move with me. Chant with me. And if you're good, I'll take you home with me. Move with me. Chant with me. And if you're good, I'll take you home with me. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría why cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. But don't you worry about my boyfriend. He's a boy who's name is Victorino. I don't want him. Couldn't stand him. He was no good so I. Now come on, what was I supposed to do?. He was out of town and his two friends were so fine. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena.
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Come and find me, my name is Macarena. Always at the party con las chicas que son buena. Come join me. Dance with me. And you fellows chant along with me.
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 2, 2018 12:26:00 GMT
Was there a reason? Not really, there were heaps of them. One he needed to lighten the fuck up, Dorian was a straight up downer on life and it was straight up depressing to witness. It all started when his parents had died. Not when they'd gone missing, not when his father was found mutilated or whatever, but when his mum had died too. When they were missing he'd thrown himself into work, as anyone would if their loved ones were missing. Dorcas was certain there were plenty of sleepless nights until he'd found them. His father was gone but he had his mother, he hadn't lost Barbara. Dorcas hadn't known the woman but she knew of her name from the case files. Dorian had his mum and through her, despite what they'd been through they had each other, at least until she'd hung herself in St. Mungo's. Tragedy after tragedy and that was when he seemed irreversibly broken. It was literally years before he was even a glimmer of something else again. He was happy with Paris. How she's gotten through to him Dorcas had no idea. She'd seen Dorian either not notice advances or acted so respectfully one would think he'd been unaware. He more than likely wasn't, he just clearly wasn't interested in having anyone get close to him and that seemed reasonable from Dorcas' point of view. Reasonable but stupid.
Dorcas finished sipping her wine when Dorian was done asking questions and she shrugged her shoulders, "Definitely an extremely special case," she smirked. For numerous reasons but the one that stood out above all others was that of course Paris had never had any boyfriends. Any other time and Dorcas might have mentioned that in some way or another but tonight Dorian seemed a little down, he'd bloody well been listening to Blackbird on repeat so this wasn't really the time to get into too much on Paris, maybe another time when it wouldn't fuck with his head even more. Dorcas may have lacked sense but she didn't lack sense or a heart. Well occasionally she did but not when there was alcohol involved. Shit could get way out of hand way too quickly and emotions could start over flowing and Dorcas had no idea what Dorian would be like finding out what Paris was like before she'd met him. Would he be upset that she'd screwed around so much? Emotional that he'd been the only person she'd ever dated? Making him something special to Paris, truly special. Plenty of people knew how much he must have meant to her but now didn't seem the right time for him to know and especially coming form her. But still, emotions. There were so many possible reactions and Dorcas didn't want to risk any of them if she could help it. Dorian had gone from seemingly depressed to at least a little cheery as he sat across from her, having been grinning not that long ago. Grinning! She couldn't get over that, she wouldn't rub it in his face though, at least not too much and not tonight. "It's not exactly every day that your cousin starts dating a colleague you've hit on and fancy a bit of fun with." She quirked her brow, giving him the 'obviously' sort of look then raised her glass to her lips. A dark shadow catching her eye on the side of the wine glass. Quick as a flash Dorcas threw the wine and its glass across the other side of the table, watching it rush through the air, heading directly for Dorian.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 2, 2018 5:33:53 GMT
He had to have a suggestion or two of where Dorcas could keep her wand if she were completely nude. Rodolphus pulled her by her top, dragging her in closer to him and he slowed down. Her body met up with his and in one swift move Rodolphus had his hands one her arse and was lifting her. Dorcas gave a small jump, not that it was needed, and wrapped her legs around Roddy. A position she was comfy in, a position she was all to familiar with and one of her favourites. She liked being up close with him, looking deep into those chocolate brown eyes and thinking of all the things he could make her feel. She was not in the slightest bit surprised as Rodolphus' hand moved under her, indicating to a place she could keep her wand. Dorcas smirked, sure he would try and put it there just to see if he could, but there was no way Dorcas would allow a wand inside of her body.
Up against Rodolphus, Dorcas felt that little chill she got whenever his lips came close to hers. For so long she'd refused to kiss him, smacked him the first few times he'd ever attempted it and for good reason. She'd hated him. Having him forcefully bend her over a desk in an empty classroom or pushed up against the inside of the the cloak closet in the teachers lounge with his hand around her throat while they were shagging was one thing, kissing was entirely another. She couldn't kiss someone she despised. Eventually, over the many years, he'd worked his way into her life. She'd never expected what they had to last beyond six months but here they were eleven years later, in America for her birthday. Her legs were wrapped around him and their lips met, It wasn't gentle, there was rarely anything gentle between the two of them, instead the kiss was filled with a hunger, a longing as though they hadn't had one another just ten minutes ago in a filthy toilet stall.
Dorcas wrapped her left arm around his neck as she kissed him back with ferocity, her right hand travelling to the back of his head and into the thick, dark hair. She gripped at it tightly, pulling it a little but not enough to pull his head away while she gripped him tighter with her thighs. It didn't matter how many times they'd fooled around in a day, she could always go for more. Eleven years and whatever the hell they had worked, whatever the fuck they were doing with one another was better than the vast majority of marriages and it was good, better than good, it was fucking fantastic and Dorcas couldn't have been happier with whatever this was. He was married, saw other women and she was single, screwing around with other guys when she felt like it. It wasn't often but there were a few and Rodolphus was the only one she veer brought home and screwed all over her house ... or her parents house ... or Paris' house when she'd been alive. Okay, so she'd let him into way more areas of her life than she'd ever intended and she was fine with it, content to keep things exactly as they were.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 1, 2018 9:05:21 GMT
Christmas had been a whirlwind. Dorcas had spent more of her time than ever chasing up leads on a suspected Death Eater that was believed to have tortured some half blood, killed a young couple of 'blood traitors' that refused to join or support the death eaters, and he had supposedly burnt a muggle family alive in their home. They had one magical child, 14 that had been attending Hogwarts. Dorcas had to escort him from Hogwarts to his aunt and uncle that lived in Canada. At least he'd be relatively safe over there but his parents, both of whom were muggles, and his younger siblings, eleven and nine, had perished. That was a couple of weeks before the Hogwarts school holidays had begun. Shittest time of year for it but wasn't something Dorcas would dwell on too much, she couldn't focus on other people's issues or she'd drive herself into depression and then land herself in St Mungo's after i got to the point of insanity over all the things she'd seen. Christmas was definitely one of the worst times to be an Auror. Death and destruction didn't stop just because it was Christmas, in fact the Death Eaters amped things up to really put across a message, the message being that they were a bunch of total twats. Dorcas agreed with some of their policies but disagreed with a lot more. The terror and the destruction was all too much, they were taking things too far and they wouldn't win this civil war they'd started.
Unlike Dorcas Tersha had a job that revolved around an entirely different aspect of the world. She was all about pop cultural journalism. Dorcas wasn't really all that sure what Tersha usually wrote about because she didn't keep up with the news in print as much as the other Auror's. Dorcas liked to do her own digging, get her own leads. She had a few informants, quite a few actually, and she spent more time out of the office than in it. She wasn't exactly a traditional sort of Auror but she did more than her fair share in catching the arseholes that felt entitled to ruin the country and all that they had. Admittedly she spent a lot of time on paperwork. It wasn't the greatest but it was a necessity to keeping arsewipes locked up. That was what her office was for. Her walls were covered with all sorts, enough to make Kit dread stepping in any time he needed anything but it seemed he'd go to just about anyone else before coming to her which was fine, the less interactions at work the better. The only time she was fine with interactions were when she was after something, was on a break or felt like irritating someone. Those were acceptable times to approach her.
"The Phillipe Laroux, hot damn! Enjoy that one!" She laughed, not actually all that interested in the French whatever he was, model maybe? All Dorcas knew about him was that he was a pretty boy, Dorcas didn't much have a thing for pretty boys, she preferred her guys rough around the edges with the sort of demeanours that suggested they could and would kill her in a heartbeat while screwing her brains out. Okay so specifically her type was Rodolphus and what was nice was that he hadn't killed her, though there were moments he looked as though he wanted to. He'd fractured bones before, broken her bedroom furniture on more than one occasion and holy crap it had all been fucking brilliant. "Your boss needs a good kick up his arse, want me to pull him in for "questioning". Promise I won't get too rough." She smirked, she wouldn't pull him in for questioning, that would be all kinds of wrong, but who knew what info he might have on Death Eaters. Areshole probably was one. Okay she had no proof on that but for Tersha she was willing to look into it a little and act on anything that seemed a little out of place.
Christmas lunch without Tersha was weird but it went well, Dorcas knew Tersha was giving her parents a chance again this year and it was probably stuffy and weird, Dorcas found her own parents were easy going and relaxed about Christmas, she only knew stories of Tersha's parents at Christmas but it wasn't really much of a Christmas from Dorcas' point of view, not that she would say any such thing to Tersha ever, she'd just listen to the stories her friend had to tell of her parents and react in the way she figured Tersha wanted her to react. "Of course along with lamb, duck, and goose this year. Way too much food. Mum invited a bunch of people over. Lots of veggies, dad grew most of them apparently so he was well chuffed with himself." She chuckled lightly. "How was your Christmas?" She asked, raising her drink and taking a sip of the fruity cocktail. She was at the Ambrosia Lounge, there was no way she was just drinking crap, tonight was a fruity kind of night!
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 1, 2018 2:37:44 GMT
Dorcas didn’t have a whole need for tact, at least not the verbal kind. She could be stealthy and quick when needed, she preferred to take her work slow and to be thorough. She’d wanted so long to be an Auror that she wasn’t going to risk her job being too hasty or abusing perps. At work she was a professional. Mostly. There were a few people here and there that she liked to torment just a smidge but on the whole she did well she thought. Kit was obviously someone that got the more flirty side of her nature and really it wasn’t even flirty, it was just a decent amount of sexual innuendo’s and seeing how the younger Auror reacted. She’d seen him with a few girls and he hadn’t seemed the smoothest. He did alright with any women he had to track down but Dorcas wondered what he was like interrogating the pretty ones. Kit didn’t seem all that confident with women, she’d even go so far as to class him as a little shy after having seen him blush when flirted with once. Perhaps he was different now but she was still going to push his limits because clearly she was doing him a favour in doing so. Also it was fun. “And I find my arse works wonders for me, isn’t it great how we all have our assets.” she smirked, taking a mouthful of the wine in her glass, almost unable to believe she was drinking it this fast. Pretty much whenever Dorian spoke she’d drink and after she was done speaking she’d drink again. The wine was good though. She was going to have to suggest mum and dad get more of it so she could steal it all.
Looking over at Dorian it was fun to see him more laid back. She didn’t see much of that. She could remember when he was more laid back, he had to have been about 25 or something, maybe younger, and she about 20. She was freshly graduated from the Auror academy and he was one of the best. She’d already heard about him because her goal had been to complete her Auror training in two years rather than the standard three and she’d managed it too, Dorian, however, had completed his in just over a year and she’d even asked her teachers how he’d done it but the answers weren’t really all that specific and some were just flat out rude to either her or him. She learnt to hate those arseholes early on. It was easy enough when they were nothing but a giant sack of nobs. Seeing Dorian just smiling, sat in his chair and what she considered practically naked for Dorian, was a welcome sight. After the kidnapping of his parents the whole department had pretty much looked into the case at one point or another, Dorcas included. Her partner at the time had a few ideas but none of them seemed to pan out but Dorian's parents were found and it was tragic. It wasn’t much of a surprise he’d retreated into his shell so much and shut out the world. Before that he’d been far more care free. She’d flirted with him and rather than a tense jaw or an eyeroll she’d actually gotten real human emotion from him, anyone else trying anything of the sort got nothing now. Apart from Paris. Dorcas had no idea how the two crossed paths despite Paris having told the story a fair few times to her mum, dad, Tersha, and Dorcas herself, but there’d been no interest then. Dorcas hadn’t thought anything would come of the two but for the briefest while, those months when the two had been dating, he’d seemed happier. Not happy but happier. He still worked a load of overtime, staying behind longer than just about everybody, but it was always easy to tell when he had plans with Paris because he’d clock out just after his regular clockout time and not at all sorts of crazy hours
Thinking back to the days when she had a permanent partner were strange. Two years she was teamed up with someone and it went well, she liked who she had and she learnt a lot. It wasn’t always the same person, she had about three partners over the course of two years but it was refreshing to work with someone every now and then. Dorcas had worked a couple of times with some of the newbies after they’d graduated the Auror academy and she did find herself wondering how in the hell they passed in the first place. One in ten made it through all the training and they were the ones? It seemed insane but she supposed they did well enough to become an Auror, she could at least help them on their way, teach them a few more practical things while they were teamed up with her. Even now working with a partner every now and then had its benefits. She hadn’t worked with Dorian in quite some time and figured maybe she should team up with him on something again, but not now, he had his cases, she had hers and right now they were going well. There’d be more work between them, perhaps something even undercover where she could get to see him dance and lighten up a bit, even if it was complete acting.
Seeing Dorian grin as she admitted she was like her mother was a surprise. She kept her surprise to herself, instead sipping a little at her wine and finding his face like one of those weird things you don’t want to look at yet at the same time you just couldn’t look away from. It wasn’t that Dorian was weird looking or anything like that - the bloke was gorgeous and he knew it he just didn’t use it to his advantage - but he didn’t smile and grin often enough any more for Dorcas to be familiar with it. She’d seen him smile quite a bit more now that he had Ariel, that was nice, but at the same time there was always a sadness to it, like you could see him thinking of her as an orphan, or about how much she looked like River but pulled some of Bert’s expressions. There was nothing really of Dorian there which was a shame, but she was still the light in his very bleak world and that much anyone could see. With so many losses in his life it was probably good for him to have something as bright as a baby. Dorcas would hate such a life but it seemed to really suit Dorian and Dorcas wondered, if Paris had lived, would they have ever had children? Paris had never wanted them, much like Dorcas, but Dorcas was sure Paris would've compromise for Dorian, after all she was never the type for a relationship until he came along.
Dorcas smirked at Dorian’s comment. He would have been wasting his breath but she’d take into consideration his abrupt nature and leave not long after if she felt like it was the right thing to do. “I listen … occasionally.” She continued smirking at Dorian, enjoying the chat rather than feeling like she was being a complete nuisance at all times. She knew full well what she was doing when she made all kinds of innuendos, flirted a little with Dorian or just plain disagreed with him for the sake of disagreeing. She was the thorn in the side of just about everyone she met apart from Rodolphus. Somehow they just worked. They could both be arses, she had the better arse but he was the bigger arse, but there was never any frustrations like she got with other people and she didn’t try and purposefully annoy Rodolphus like she did with others, Rodolphus was easy going and care free, they were one another’s naughty little secrets and it was fun, everything about what they had was purely about pleasure and fun. “At least you’ve learnt something after all this time I suppose,” She said amused, finding it rather easy to see what Paris had seen in Dorian, or what she’d assumed her cousin had seen in Dorian. If he could be this laid back in her company then it would have been far easier in Paris’. Or perhaps Paris just got him drunk all the time, which was entirely possible. “But what makes you think I’ll grow bored of you? I can find entertainment wherever and whenever, including in your presence.” She said, following it up by finishing the last of the wine in her glass, going through it far too quickly. “I just leave when I think I’ve tortured you enough, right before you reach your breaking point and just throw me out.” She said a little on the smug side as she scooted forward on the edge of the sofa. She grabbed her bottle of wine and poured herself another glass, keeping to the standard size of a serving though she knew she really should have poured the whole bloody thing into the glass.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 29, 2017 6:28:40 GMT
It was hard trying not to think of a lost loved one, particularly when you were telling yourself not to think of them. It was hard looking at Dorian and knowing that there would always be that connection to Paris through him. Looking at Dorian was a reminder of the woman they'd both lost. Dorcas hadn't thought it would be so bad, Dorian had been a colleague before she knew him as Paris' boyfriend so she just figured she could go back to thinking of him as just someone she worked with but no, it hadn't worked out that way at all. Every time she looked at Dorian she didn't see Agent Humbert, she saw Dorian - Paris' boyfriend. If he had more friends and family then maybe she wouldn't have so much to do with him after Paris' death but as it was the guy was pretty much alone and her mum had all but adopted him as the son she'd never had. It wasn't exactly easy being reminded of Paris at work and in her free time but on the other hand there was no way she was ever going to be forgotten by either of them, and in a way that was some kind of comfort.
Dorcas ran out of wine without even realising it and just poured herself another, replacing the bottle stopper and figuring that was probably a far too useless action for the night. The way she was going through the wine she may as well just drink directly from the bottle. Still, she was way behind Dorian in drink counts so she figured that as long as he was using a glass, she should too. She couldn't really imagine Dorian drinking wine straight from the bottle but then again, as he moved to the chair opposite her, Dorcas realised his shirt was undone a little at the top and his tie was loose, she'd not seen him so relaxed and care free. She kind of liked this Dorian, even if he was bringing up Paris and the similarities she had with her cousin. Dorcas chuckled a little as Dorian sat his glass down on the little coffee table, "I've never found tact to be of much use." She smirked with amusement, knowing a stampeding heard of enraged erumpents were more tactful than her, as Dorian not only took off his jacket but left it folded on the back of his chair, something entirely un-Dorian. "I mostly blame mum, she's very much the same." As much as Dorcas had always been embarrassed by her mother she knew the two of them were more similar than she cared to admit. Emily would never forgive herself if she wasn't insistent on keeping someone against their will for another cup of tea and a biscuit. Of course the woman probably always had a reason or two but like Paris, she was more tactful in her approach with keeping other people company. Dorcas only ever used tact when she had to be undercover and even then it was hard to control her mouth and actions. Thankfully undercover work usually involved a partner, there was either someone whispering in her ear from afar or by her side as part of whatever act they needed to play. "You, however, are way too polite. Should have just told me to bugger off." She chuckled, raising her glass to her lips and taking a decent sized mouthful. It wouldn't have mattered if he had told her to bugger off as soon as she arrived, she still would have stayed after realising he'd had a decent amount to drink already, but she didn't mind in the slightest being spoken to like that, even if it went against what she assumed were his principles of being a gentleman or whatever.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 28, 2017 7:30:38 GMT
Dorcas chuckled lightly, she got just about the reaction from Dorian that she thought she would but she didn't mind in the slightest. There had to be something to his personality for Paris to have dated him and Dorcas wondered just how Paris got Dorian to come out of his shell. Perhaps it was just easier before she died, perhaps he'd shut himself off now more than ever, especially considering he'd lost his brother in law followed by his sister. He gained a niece but it wasn't as if that made up for anything. While Dorcas wasn't the biggest fan of babies she didn't think Ariel was all that bad as far as shitting-screaming monsters went. Dorian definitely had his hands full though and Dorcas figured he only tolerated her about because her mum looked after Ariel so much and from time to time Dorcas would also help out here and there with the four month old. Other than that Dorcas was certain she was too brazen for the older Auror, which almost seemed absurd considering he dated Paris but whatever.
This second glass of wine was going down fast but Dorcas didn't have a limit, if she had to, and it was likely, she'd just crash on Dorian's couch. It wouldn't be the first time and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. He definitely didn't want her company tonight but she wasn't going to let on that she knew that, what kind of a bitch would just stay when knowing they weren't actually welcome!? Okay, totally her because that was what she was doing but for good reason, or at least what she thought was good reason. Part of her wanted to talk about Paris to Dorian but there was a larger part telling her to hold back, that it would only make things worse. It would be easier to pretend like she'd never existed for the evening but clearly Dorian was beyond even just thinking of her and well in to missing her and practically grieving all over again. Dorcas hadn't interacted much with him after the funeral but she'd seen him drinking. Clearly when he was down he liked a tipple or two and tonight was no exception. "That's alright, I'm more than capable of keeping myself entertained wherever I am," She smiled, knowing it was a trait she shared with Paris. Rather than saying anything she took a drink of the wine, not intending on leaving unless Dorian flat out told her he wanted her gone, which was entirely possible. Dorcas figured that while Dorian may have been extremely polite while sober, his tipsy self might not be as polite and perhaps even blunt.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 28, 2017 6:26:09 GMT
Go nude? That was certainly a most 'Rodolphus' kind of suggestion and she wondered, if she were to do such a thing, just how jealous he'd get with so many others staring and probably touching her body. Some guy had grabbed her arse at the concert and Rodolphus had dragged the dick away and returned with remnants on blood on his knuckles. He'd pulled her against hi body so no one else could dare grab her arse again and with his taller and wider frame it was probably as if there was no one but him when looking from behind. Not that Dorcas minded, she enjoyed being the centre of his attention, that aggressive 'mine' mentality. She enjoyed being wanted and desired and the idea of Rodolphus beating the crap out of some guy for touching her was amusing. For so long they'd screwed around and she'd hated him while he'd just nothinged her, back then she could never have invisioned this sort of future with him still in her life. She'd always thought that once he was graduated that would be it. She had a whole two years of school once he was gone and yet he still found her on Hogsmeade weekends, dragged her into whatever public toilet was near by and they did what they did best together. While all that time she'd hated him once she was graduated and in her auror training she started to enjoy having him around. He forced her to have breaks that she desperately needed though she was relatively certain he only did what he did because he wanted to do it, not because it benefitted her in anyway other than a fantastic time. She had no idea at what point she started to enjoy his company or at what point he became a regular to her apartment but she liked where they were at now, it was easy, casual, not attachments and always enjoyable.
Dorcas tiled her head, smirking at Rodolphus as he walked in front of her, facing her while lifting her top. She didn't mind him flashing her tits to everyone that was walking on by, getting a good stare, she would mind walking in naked to an after party full of off their face strangers. Even if they weren't strangers, she'd still have issues walking into a room full of partying people in nothing but her birthday suit. "But where would I keep my wand?" She asked sarcastically in a light and playful tone, clearly not expecting any sort of real answer, only something vulgar or a suggestion that perhaps he could help her find a place to stick her wand. Nothing polite was going to come from him and she was glad, if she wanted to spend her time with someone a little more stuffy she'd arrange a night to pester Kit or Dorian. If she didn't like Rodolphus' particular brand of arseholishness then she'd not bother spending any time with him, especially not tonight, but she enjoyed his company a lot. He was fun, amusing and always up for all sorts of things. He wasn't in the slightest bit dull. It was a shame he was married and she had commitment issues. They could have made an interesting couple in another lifetime, if he wasn't such a twat about muggleborns.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 27, 2017 4:46:58 GMT
Dorcas took a sip of her wine. It was going down far easier and quicker than usual. She felt the unnecessary need to catch up to Dorian, although she had no clue how many glasses he'd had but he was probably fast approaching his third bottle, possibly more, she'd only seen one empty bottle and the one he was using for his drinks. She'd opened the one red she'd brought over so she was far behind but there was no telling for how long. She had the ability to drink like a fish if needed, even if she couldn't handle it as well as others. She wasn't a binge drinker usually. She wasn't one to go out every week either. There were times when she had holidays where she took the luxury of days off to recover from hangovers but usually work weeks were full of work and not a lot else. She kept her balance by having Tersha drag her arse out every now and t hen, visiting family every weekend, pestering Dorian from time to time, and of course there was Rodolphus.
"The only way I could know that is with a little demonstration." She pointed out, "I have no idea what your skill set is like." Chances were he wasn't anywhere near as good as Tersha who was crazy rich, grew up with all those sorts of crazy pureblood party, and loved to party anyway. She was well aware of her assets and how to use them. Rodolphus was another that grew up rich and with all those bloody parties, knowing how to dance was bred into those lot as kids. He was pretty fun to muck around with when she'd tease him about it. He'd turned the radio on which was set to some strange, clicky futuristic music and he'd dragged her around the apartment she'd been living in at the time in some kind of fake waltz. It was awful, she was not cut out for that kind of life style, she didn't have the coordination to even mock dance let alone actually dance at a real gala or whatever the heck it might be required for. Shaking her arse she was fine at, there wasn't a lot that had to go in to that and there wasn't much for any sort of clubbing really, just follow the rhythm and even then that was optional, so many drunk people just did whatever the hell and it was fine because everyone else was drunk anyway and unlikely to remember or even care.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 27, 2017 3:41:40 GMT
Dorcas quirked a smug but flirty brow as she looked up at Rodolphus. "I know." She said with a small and satisfied smile, knowing her tits were perfect, as was her arse and just about everything about her. Her hair could be a pain in the arse from time to time but tonight it was blonde and looked after, something Rodolphus was no doubt enjoying and would make the most of for this evening for tomorrow it was going back to its natural colour and length. It wasn't going to be this long or this blonde again for a while, not unless Rodolphus learnt the transfiguration spells himself and did it to her in her sleep, something that wouldn't surprise her in the slightest. In fact he'd probably tried it a few times without her knowing. Probably one of the times he woke her in the middle of the night just to screw her brains out before they went to sleep. Yeah, he'd definitely made her blonde in the middle of her sleep, screwed her brains out and then changed her hair back to normal by morning so she wouldn't knock his block off.
Rodolphus unlocked the stall and they were out of the toilets in seconds. One arse shoved up against the wall by Rodolphus and a whole lot of hollering. Dorcas didn't give a shit about a single one of their thoughts - good or bad - and when she and Rodolphus were out of the auditorium she looked about at the streets, people heading off in all different directions as Rodolphus asked a stupid question. She looked up at him, handsome features that would make any woman want him. She smirked, looking down at her outfit, "But whatever will I wear?" She asked helplessly with a pout, "You'll have to buy me a whole new wardrobe." She grinned, mocking him for his outrageous thoughts from earlier. She desired fuck all from him other than his body and a good time. They were enough for her and she was fairly certain that was a concept he couldn't fully grasp because in his world everyone seemed to be after something else, some ulterior motive behind everything. Heading off down the street the way they'd came, passing by people in costumes still out having a fantastic time, Dorcas wondered if she should shower first or even take a shower at the after party. She'd heard all sorts about the bands after parties and someone taking a shower would be about one of the more normal things to occur and besides, there was no telling who might join her and the idea of that was kind of exciting.
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