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"He's an impressive man." Dorcas responded to the Dark Lord without missing a beat. Roddy was very impressive, in a lot of ways, and Dorcas knew that Lord Voldemort was well aware of that. Many people were impressed by Roddy for a multitude of different reasons. Unlike the rest of Voldemort's followers that she'd seen practically cowering before him, Dorcas wasn't the sort to cower, she simply had too much confidence to do so and being in the presence of Lord Voldemort just instilled in her that he was just a man. A dangerous man, but a man nonetheless. Dangerously hot. What? Shh.

Tag: Lord Voldemort
Notes: <3
Outfit: Cutie in black. Minus the handbag. Who even needs a hangbag when visiting the great Lord Smoldermort!

"This one! I say, I say, hostess! I wish to purchase this one!" She stated loudly pointing to a random picture on the wall with swishy water and a dresses or some shit, she wasn't sure, she didn't care. It didn't have a red dot and now it would so she was happy. "My goodness gracious!" She exclaimed before taking a long sip of her champagne, "Such perfection!" She exclaimed, "This one too!" She looked about, a red dot on the previous piece she'd looked at already, and when she turned back to the piece in front of her, there was a red dot there, too. "Exquisite! Excellent!" She said, following by another sip of champagne. "Avant-guard! Equivocate! Quintessential!" She called, out randomly, plucking random words out of her arse as she carried on around the room, giving a queen's wave to anybody that stared before she necked the rest of the champagne in her flute and "Yoohoo!" called for another, waving the flute in the air, still making her way around the room, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Tag: The attention of everyone, obviously!
Notes: <3
Outfit: Bombshell

Roddy was getting impatient so naturally Dorcas found this amusing. She sat in their ensuite, flipping through the latest edition of Pur. The subtle undertones of 'pureblood is best' were not lost on Dorcas, but then she knew to look deeper, look beyond what was written and see what was truly meant, and Lilith's piece of shit magazine was right where it belonged, right next to the shitter. "Be out in a minute." She called, turning to the next page, spotting the all to familiar face of Diego. He was smouldering. Shirtless but somehow formal. Little hard nipples as he stood in a snowy scene. It was kind of doing it for Dorcas She'd never jumped on the Diego train, like so many of her friends, but every now and then, when she saw a good picture of him like this, she liked to pay it a tribute, plus right now it would keep Roddy waiting longer and she was more than happy with that. Reaching her hand into her trousers and into her knickers, Dorcas used the picture of Diego and her imagination to kill the time.

Finishing up, Dorcas sighed, throwing the magazine onto the bathroom counter. She washed her hands, dried them and straightened her outfit up a bit, wondering if Roddy had followed through on his threat to leave behind her or if he'd stuck around because he was a little bitch that couldn't go anywhere without her. Dorcas liked Quinn and she'd show up to his big night, but there was no way she was doing it on Roddy's terms. "Ready." She said, stepping out of the bathroom smelling fresh as a daisy. She'd also not mentioned to Roddy that she'd been planning on turning her hair blonde for the event, so who knew, maybe they'd be even later once he saw her, or maybe they were running too late for him to want to throw her on the bed for a quickie, not that they ever really did anything all that quickly. "Get your arse into gear, old man, we want to be fashionably late, we don't want to miss the night altogether." She walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, listening out for Roddy.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Bombshell

Oh fuck off. Dorcas kicked Roddy in the leg to get the irritating bird that was pecking at the window. Instead of getting out of bed he shouted for a house elf who got to it. Whoever it was they let the raven in, and delivered the note attached to its leg to Roddy. Dorcas turned her face away from Roddy without opening her eyes. She just wanted whatever was going to fuck off so she could get some more rest.

There was a shifting on the bed, the sound of the raven flying off and the window shutting. Through closed eyes Dorcas could see that the room was a little lighter. She was just waiting for Roddy to be done with whatever business he had to attend to when he started laughing. "Oooooh someone's in troooooouble." He taunted, to which Dorcas turned her head to face him, only one eye opening while the other squeezed against the light, "Wha'?" She asked dumbly before her husband dropped the parchment on her face and laid down, chuckling to himself like a childish school brat laughing at someone that had been called to the Headmaster's office.

Dorcas pulled the parchment off of her face and read it. "He just wants an early morning shag." She said, sitting up and pushing the blankets off. "He gets the hardest morning wood." She said as she got out of bed. She walked into the ensuite to freshen up, do her teeth and throw her hair up in a ponytail. She walked back to the bedroom where Roddy was snoring once more, and grabbed her clothes, getting dressed in a flash before heading out. From reading the message to getting out of the house, it was about five minutes, most of that time was making her way through the ridiculously large house. Once she was out she was off to the Dark Lord's lair, figuring some little snitch had snitched their snitchiest tales of her to Voldemort. Well whatever. She was prepared for this to happen.

She made her way through the house having passed the protective enchantments thanks to her dark mark. She knocked on the door of the study and waited to be called in. She was a skilled occlumens, although people probably wouldn't think it when looking at her, Dorcas was skilled at a lot of things that people wouldn't expect of her, she just had to hope that Dumbledore was right and that Voldemort's arrogance would prevent him from ever seeing her as a threat.

Tag: Lord Voldemort
Notes: <3
Outfit: Cutie in black. Minus the handbag. Who even needs a hangbag when visiting the great Lord Smoldermort!

He did the face. If there was one word she could use to describe herself right now it would have been 'waterfall'. She wasn't going to say so much out loud but when he did that face there was just an urge to pounce which was fucking annoying in a work setting because she couldn't just blurt out what was in her mind, which was how much she wanted to strip his clothes off and see what he could do with that belt of his. Merlin the idea of Dorian tying her up with his belt almost made her want to mention it out loud, but she didn't. She kept her expression neutral as she spotted a familiar figure over at the edge of the property where the boundaries had been set up to keep people at a distance, muggles were having their memories wiped and turned away but this was a co-inhabited village, there were people having a look that weren't muggles. There was a strong chance this was going to be in the Daily Prophet evening edition tonight. Dorcas was fairly certain she could see a reporter attempting to question ministry officials already.

Dorian went to talk with Alastor and the kid. Dorcas watched for a second, nodding her head to Alastor before setting off. Dorian wanted to know her witness's name? Well she would go one step further and bring her "witness" to his office. She didn't want to be a pain in Dorian's arse and it was good that he was a thorough Auror but man this was going to be a pain in the arse not being able to talk to him honestly. Walking off, Dorcas was done with this scene right now. Alastor would know how to contact her if needed and she’d be back in the ministry later with her alibi anyway, but for now, she needed an alibi.



Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Notes: <3
Outfit: Clearly not dressed for work! Oops.

Dorcas figured with Alastor dealing with Dorian, now would be the perfect time to get away, however it seemed that Dorian was having none of that, instead he was pursuing his lead, pursuing her. Merlin she'd have loved that any other time, but with everything that had happened in the safe house, Dorcas wasn't up for jerking Dorian about. At least not too much. "Visiting a friend." She said, tilting her head at Dorian, knowing he had a lot more that he wanted to ask. He was a damn good Auror and he had a hunch that something wasn't right with Dorcas' story and she couldn't see him just letting that go. They'd known one another for over a decade, she considered him practically family these days, but if something didn't sit right in his gut, then Dorcas knew he wasn't going to let it go. That didn't mean he was going to make things easy for him. She'd play nice, or at least nice enough. This was a very fine line that she was walking.

Tag: Alastor Jude Moody and Dorian Michael Humbert
Notes: <3
Outfit: Clearly not dressed for work! Oops.