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doe-adeer

I think I've got it.

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Well great. Then I’m the only one who’s still in the clouds.

doe-adeer

It's easy, look. Left, Left, Right... twist? -she laughs- I don't bloody know just go with it.

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doe-adeer

I think I've got it.

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Is rather cute, yes.

doe-adeer

Thank you? I suppose?

#c:rita

doe-adeer

I think I've got it.

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.. What are you trying to do, Dorcas?

doe-adeer

I'm not trying to do anything. I'm dancing.

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Safe and Sound || Emmeline&Dorcas

Thunder rumbled over the hills and for one brief second, the world was alight from the zigzag of lightning through the night sky. Anyone sane was locked tight in their warm homes, either tucked away in bed or snuggled close to a toasty fire. Anywhere but in the freezing thunderstorm.

Yet that is exactly where Emmeline Vance was.

A loud crack filled the air, able to be mistaken for the rumble of thunder to anyone that could hear and Emmeline stumbled, falling onto the soaked grass with a grunt, holding out her hands to catch herself, though that did nothing but send a devastating pain coursing through her left arm, making the young woman let out a yelp and pull her arm close to herself. There was no denying that it was broken and in the expanse at the top of the hill, Emmeline let out a barely audible whimper, pulling herself back to her feet.

Nestled in the valley below was a house, small and utterly forgettable…perfect for an Order of the Phoenix safehouse. The rain battered her down, freezing her to the bone, and Emmeline was sure that her stupid white dress (Undercover, Kingsley had said. Undercover her arse) was covered in grass stains, blood (both others and her own), and soot, all soaked down to stick heavily to her wet skin. She stumbled toward the house, down the hill, and gradually entered the protective boundaries. Only then did she loosen up, yet it did nothing for the rain that seemed to want to torture her so.

Emmeline didn’t bother knocking on the door, just used her free hand to fumble with the knob and sending it open with a loud bang. “Hello? Is anyone here?” Emmeline called out, closing the door behind her and leaning on it for a moment. “I need help…”

doe-adeer

Dorcas brushed her fingers over the records in the box, everyone brought two or three, so they had always had a wide range to choose from. It was all happy music, an attempt to cheer people up if they'd come back from a particularly gruelling mission. No-one seemed to like having the background music, but Dorcas did and seeing as she was the only person in the safe house, it made sense for her to put on an Elvis track.

Doe had never liked being there alone but she was the only fully qualified healer available for the week, so she had to stay in-case anybody showed up injured. She hummed along softly to the music whilst she carried on rolling out the biscuit dough, it was an acquired skill to not get flour everywhere whilst rolling anything. Morris weaved in-between her legs, staying close to her. He hated the thunder, every now and then it would even make Dorcas jump, she would close her eyes and she would be back there. In Diagon Alley with her sister. She forced herself to thing of something else when it happened, after the third time, she turned the record player right up.

She picked out the broomstick shaped biscuit cutter, putting the rolling pin on the side, James loved it when she made quidditch themed snacks, granted so did Sirius and a lot of other people but it was mainly James. Doe carefully pressed it into the dough and wiggled it, so that the shape would come out perfect. Over the blaring music, she could hear a voice, desperate and pleading.

"I need help..."

Dorcas quickly moved the pin off the record and hurried to the front door. She rose onto her tiptoes to peer through the peep hole, Emmeline stood out there, she looked a mess. Password Dorcas Password.She couldn't do that to her, she was clearly in pain. Doe flung the door open, "Come on, get in" she sighed, holding out her arm to support her.

Dorcas led her through to the kitchen, flinging bits of baking equipment off of the table. She led down medical paper and looked at Emmeline in the eye, "Can you sit on there yourself or do you need help?" Doe eyes up her arm, next to broken noses, broken arms were the most common injury. She had a feeling the number of noses she had to fix would drop if Peter ever miraculously disappeared.

#para: emmeline #eeeeep

doe-adeer

I think I've got it.

jamesxxpotter-deactivated201507

Maybe more practice..

doe-adeer

I'll dance however I like.

#c:rita

doe-adeer

I think I've got it.

jamesxxpotter-deactivated201507

Do you?

doe-adeer

Yes.

#c:lucinda

I think I've got it.

#learning a new dance idk #1970starter

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I must have made a wrong turn...

doe-adeer

It’s..no, I can’t say I know it. It should be…somewhere though. You can look.

-She laughs and gently takes her bag off her, finding her ID quickly- You haven't done too bad. Look, we're only a few streets away from your building. Do you want to swap shoes? You look like you're going to break an ankle in those.