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where: Connie’s Glenda’s apartment

who: Connie and open!

Learning to sew had been what some might call… a challenge.

“I seem to have sewn this sleeve shut,” she complained, taking her foot off of the sewing machine’s pedal so that it would pause. She glanced up at her observer helplessly.

“Can you fix this?”

goblin-boy-dirk

Although rare and few and far between, there were occasions where Dirk would show up at Glenda’s door looking for her... today was one of those days. Unfortunately for Dirk, he had shown up while she was out, and instead found himself sitting silently in the apartment as he watched Connie sew a sleeve shut. Dirk had spotted her mistake almost immediate, however he hadn’t said anything due to his social anxiety holding him back, and now he was being punished for it.

“If you have seam ripper you can just, uh... unpick it” he replied after a rather awkward, uncomfortable silence between them. “You can also use scissors or a knife, but you run the risk of cutting the fabric... charms also work” Dirk continued, making his way over and inspecting the sleeve.

#(c: connie)

of-beasts-and-blood:

🎙

“Have a little faith in me, my son,” Glenda shot back, winking at Dirk. The crowd was big and her hand was firmly in Dirk’s. “Or maybe don’t. I might have lied to you about my intentions. I need you here for me, not you.” Having led them both to a quiet(ish) table, she finally turned to face him. “I might have… maybe met someone at the Yule Ball? Potentially. I don’t know. So I wanted to see if he was here tonight and if not, I needed someone to stave off the thousands of men and women hoping to partake in this fine piece of ass.” Sensing his growing unease, she piped up quickly. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t wanna do! I just need you to pretend to be chatting me up real good if anyone who isn’t him tries to seduce me.”

🎙

The quickly growing crowd around him made Dirk uneasy, and that was evident in how clammy his hands were, as well as by how tight a grip he had on Glenda’s hand. He felt like a child being pulled along by their parent and being forced to do something they didn’t want to. At least that’s what he imagined it to be like... it wasn’t like he had any real experience to pull from. One had to of had parents at one point for that to happen.

“I’d have more faith if you didn’t turn around and tell me you lied to me moments later. I still wouldn’t of wanted to come if you told me the truth, but at least I wouldn’t of thought I was being dragged out here to be set up with someone” Dirk responded as he sat down at the small table. “I’ve already met my quota for terrible dates this year, and I’d like to spend the rest of it focused on Goblins and avoiding being arrested for being a muggleborn”

Dirk was a little surprised to hear about this new mystery person Glenda had met. Normally she seemed to share this kind of news with him, although it’s not like he had spoken to her much as of late. He had been keeping his head down, even more than he normally did if that was even possible. “keeping people away I can do.” the good thing about people not liking Goblins, was that bringing them up in conversations normally drove them away pretty quickly. “Pretending to chat you up might be an issue... I -- I don’t really... well... know how to do that” he continued, his hand starting to nervously tap on the table as he spoke. “Who is this mysterious someone anyway?”

#(c: glenda)

dorcasrises:

“it is closer to a surprise party technically.” dorcas admitted with a shrug. it was technically true as she was not planning on anything happening to her or anyone else she cared about in the near future. she was planning to actually inflict some damage, in fact. she relented and took the tea from dirk with a grateful smile. “thank you.” she took a sip. it was certainly hot. “I wasn’t expecting you today. what d’you need? are you alright?”

“If you hadn’t of said ‘technically’ I’d feel a lot better about what you’re planning” Dirk replied. He knew that she was more than capable of holding her own, however it didn’t stop him from worrying. Luck only got you so far. Dirk smiled in response to her thanks, before taking a sip of his own tea, taking a moment to respond. “Oh no, I’m fine. I just... uh... didn’t want to be alone right now” he said, looking down at the cup of tea in front of him. Dirk was a very solitary person, but even once in a while the emptiness of space got the better of him. Plus, he wasn’t about to mention his mild paranoid induced freak out he’d had only half an hour before. “What about you? everything alright?.... other than your predicament with planing this surprise party” Dirk continued with a smile, looking back up from his tea and over to Dorcas.

#(c: dorcas)

xavecamour:

“You should be terribly sorry” she said in a mock serious tone, though her lips twitched into a teasing smile to let him know that she was playing with him. She could sympathise. Two days ago she had snapped at a junior member of her department for interrupting her mid-morning, after three cases had come in all at once. She’d felt awful, but they had understood. “Yikes, what kind of incident?” she asked, glancing around his desk and grimacing in second hand pain. “I get it. One tiny things happens and suddenly there are fifty pages of notes to read, label and file correctly”.

“I was going to suggest a coffee break in which I buy you a large cup and in exchange, you listen to my scathing remarks about certain witless colleagues and judge whether I am being too harsh on them?” she smirked, tapping her fingers along the top of one of the piles on his desk. “It’s important work. The fate of the Ministry depends on it. One stray comment to the wrong person…”

Dirk smiled back. It was clear she had been joking, however it still didn’t stop Dirk from feeling like a jerk. Dirk let out a small sigh, and looked down at the paperwork on his desk as Mafalda asked about the situation that had taken over the majority of his day. “uh... one goblin messed around with another goblins desk, one thing lead to another, and before you know it a patron of the bank was caught in the middle of it all and was bitten” Dirk replied, moving his focus up from his desk and back towards mafalda.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that, yes, a big cup of coffee sounds really good right now. I was probably going to have to finish all this work at home tonight anyway, so I might as well enjoy myself a little before then” he continued, hearing Glenda’s voice in the back of his mind, telling him to stop working so hard.

#(c: mafalda)

dorcasrises

where: in a state with: open

“yeah I’m fine. I’m planning. can’t you tell?”

goblin-boy-dirk

“And by ‘planning’ you mean a surprise party, and not some ridiculously stupid order thing that’s gonna leave me as more of an orphan than I already am... right?” Dirk replied, moving into the room and sitting down at the table with Dorcas.

“I made you tea” he continued, setting down the cup in front of her. “I know I didn’t ask you if you wanted me to make you any, but I felt bad just making some for me so... well.... here we are” he said, giving her a small smile.

#(c: dorcas)#a wild dirk appears

xavecamour:

“I said literally all of three things, and one of them was just ‘hello’” she pointed out, raising an eyebrow. dirk had never been snippy with her before. “who peed in your pumpkin juice this morning, and do I need to go yell at someone for it?”

“I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to snap like that. It’s just been one of those mornings” Dirk replied, feeling a little embarrassed about saying what he had. It was rare for him to snap at someone like that. However, he had been spending a little more time around Dorcas of late, and maybe she had started to finally rub off a little on him. “No, no ones... ‘peed in my pumpkin juice’... there was just an incident yesterday at Gringotts, with a couple of the goblins, and all of a sudden I’ve been drowned in paperwork” Dirk said as he gestured around, at the small stacks of paper that littered his desk.

“Anyway... what can I do for you? and please don’t say ‘nothing’. I’m desperately looking for an excuse to get away from all this paperwork for a bit” he continued, flashing Mafalda a smile.

#(c: mafalda)

auxrorkind:

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ

“it was kingsley, like i sa- have ya been paying any attention? i was talking for like five full minutes!”

“Oh, right... Kingsley. Sorry my mind kind of wandered off for a minute there” he said as he gave Fabian a small smile. “I was paying attention, but then you said something that reminded me of a word in Gobbledegook and that’s when you lost me”

#(c: fabian)

💘 Valentine’s day event 💘 Where: Acid Who: Glenda ( @of-beasts-and-blood )

“Glenda, I... I really don’t understand why you dragged me out here. This isn’t -- I’m not... you know...” Dirk said as he made a strange combination of hand gestures that to him, translated into something about not looking for any kind of relationship. “Did Dorcas and Edith put you up to this? because it feels like it has all three of your names written all over it”

#(c: glenda)#this poor boy might actually fall over ded in a minute.

(ask meme thread) Who: Fabian ( @auxrorkind )

“who was that ?”

#(c: fabian)

(ask meme thread) Who: Up to you <3 ( @xavecamour )

“do you ever stop talking ?”

#the most savage thing dirk has ever said in his life.

dorcasrises:

the evening was actually turning out to be pretty enjoyable, which was a precious rarity for dorcas these days. there was no kidnapping to enact, or explosions to curb, or murders to deal with. it was just the standard assholes at a party for once. that was nice. she had one arm slung around bilius while the other nursed another another another drink of punch. her head was half cocked back to made a joke to remus when she caught dirk out of the corner of her eye. she laughed out loud. “excuse me.”

the poor kid looked absolutely petrified. he might be her elder, but dorcas had adopted dirk years ago. he’d always be a bit of a kid. she took the woman’s arm with a firm hand and removed it from dirk’s shoulder. she turned her back towards the bar and gave her a nudge. “it’s not polite to touch people without permission. fuck off.” she turned her head back to him. “you alright, kid? I was pretty sure you were about to figure out how to apparate out of the castle which would have been really impressive.”

👽

“Thanks, D” Dirk said, taking a moment to try and calm himself down. “Yeah, I’m alright. A little on edge, but other than that, fine” Dirk gave Dorcas a small smile, as much of a smile as he could muster anyway. “trust me, I tried. Unfortunately I think this place thrives on watching me suffer. I do feel kinda bad, she was just having a good time. Should I go over and apologies?” he continued, looking over Doe’s shoulder and over at the woman who had just drunkenly cornered him.

#(c: dorcas)

spellbxnd:

★ –

damien was the type of man to familiarize himself with the regular visitors of his library. dirk just so happened to be one of his favorites. so upon noticing the boy sitting in one of the less-used sections of the library, damien postponed his journey to put away a pile of books and headed over to speak to him. “dirk. how are you?” he smiled politely, and waited for a few moments for a response, but one never came. damien chuckled lightly. “dirk?” that time, he was able to catch the other’s attention. “i was asking how you were, but it seems you were indeed in your happy place. what book are you reading this time?”

👽

“Oh, shit, sorry. I was uh... in the zone” Dirk replied with a small smile as he looked up from his book and over at Damien. “I’m doing alright. Sticking to myself and staying out of trouble, so it could be worse” Dirk rambled out, feeling a little bit of embarrassment for not having noticed Damien had been speaking to him earlier. “Oh, it’s uh... just goblin stuff. You know, history of goblin economics and their effect on the wizarding world. Just a little bit of light reading to take my mind off work”

#(c: damien)

#(Dirk: mixed tapes)

TASK 002 || FAMILY DIRK CRESSWELL Biological families are overrated

#abtask002 #(Dirk: tasks)

xavecamour

where: christmas ball with: @goblin-boy-dirk

She hadn’t planned to attend the Yule Ball, until her mother had reminded her, in a rather high pitched, angry voice which had scared the hell out of her and even caused alarm to her adoptive father, that she couldn’t avoid the entire world for the sake of one man, who might or might not be lurking on a corner somewhere. Isabella loved parties. Really. She loved to get dressed up in her nicest clothes, drink for free, dance until the lights came on and socialise with every face she saw. It had only taken her a few minutes to decide that her mother had been right; she needed to keep living her life. She needed to have fun.

“Are you enjoying your trip down memory lane?” she asked, grinning widely as she made her way over to him. “It doesn’t feel like that long ago that we were walking these halls as students, does it?”

goblin-boy-dirk

Dirk had no plans to attend the Yule ball. In fact, he had made extensive plans to avoid the whole event all together. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to return to Hogwarts or because he wanted to avoid social interactions. It was because ever since the wizarding world had turned upside down, and become more dangerous for someone like himself to be apart of, he had taken to trying to keep a low profile... as much as he could anyway. However all of those plans had been blown out of the water as soon as Dorcas had shown up at his doorstep and told him he was coming.

Now Dirk found himself standing in the corner of the great hall, a drink in his hand as he waited for the right moment when he could simply slip out without anyone noticing. Dirk was about to make his move towards the exit, when all of a sudden he heard a familiar voice break out from the symphony of voices that filled the great hall. Turning his attention from the exit and over to where the voice had come from, Dirk returned the smile as he watched Isabella making he way over to him.

“Surprisingly, I am a little.... just ignore the fact I was about to try and make a break for the exit” he replied through his smile. Even though he had not been wanting to attend the event, Dirk had enjoyed returning back to Hogwarts. “Feels like only yesterday I was standing in this exact same spot, planing my escaping to the library” he said with a chuckle. “How about you? I hope you’re nights been a bit more exciting than mine”

#(c: isabella)

❄️ Christmas Event ❄️

Where: The great hall Who: Dorcas ( @dorcasrises )

Dirk wasn’t quite sure how he had managed to do it, but somehow, on his way over to get himself another drink, he had ended up in a conversation with a woman he didn’t know. By the way she was slurring her words, Dirk could only assume she’d had too much to drink. However, if it had just been a drunken conversation between the two of them, Dirk would of been fine. He would of simply listened and then at the right moment excused himself and left. The problem was, the conversation had very quickly turned from just talking, to the woman wrapping her arm around his shoulder and flirting... that’s when Dirk froze. Looking around for any excuse to get himself out of the situation he had found himself in, Dirk scanned the immediate vicinity to finally find his gaze landing on Dorcas. Thankfully for him, she had been looking in his direction. Giving her a wide eyed stare, and mouthing the words ‘help me’, Dirk hoped that she was paying enough attention to come and rescue him from yet another social situation

#(c: dorcas)

Where: Aeos library Who: Damien ( @spellbxnd )

Growing up without a single galleon to his name, the Aeos library had very quickly became a common haunt for Dirk over the years. Although Dirk now had a job that payed him more than enough to help facilitate his obsession with books, he still enjoyed spending his time hidden between the rows and rows of books, his face buried in an old and dusty book, and today was no different.

“Huh?” Dirk replied to the other who had spoken, not looking up from the open book in front of him. If he had actually been paying any attention to the other speaking he would of known it was Damien. However, as soon as Dirk found a good book, it was almost impossible to grab his attention.... even if you were as loud as Glenda.

#[c: damien]

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