@medaowes ; i don’t think i’m going to have a screaming fit.
powerful, that’s the first thing that comes to mind when he sees dorcas. mysterious too, there’s something about her that is mystical && andrea finds himself being fascinated by her. crooked smile is quick to appear, hoping he doesn’t wrongly interpret what he thinks to be humor from her. seriousness never leaves the woman, all black dress and curious spells barely making her lips move. brown of his eyes are curious, still as soft as they usually are for there’s not a mean bone in his body, andrea is kindness && forgiveness.
dorcas usually goes on missions with the english kids, boys && girls running around london, barely grown ups who are so entangled in the war they can’t think straight sometimes. he’s heard frustration from the woman, they are short of hands, they must take whatever they can but the italian man knows that children playing at war are nothing but victims. ❝ what did they do now, carina ? ❞ amusement is clear upon features as water cleans blood from his hands, the healer always feels better when cleaning without magic, it’s therapeutical in a way, to scrub the blood away. ❝ you are not their mama, si ? take the time to be a kid, i’ll do the grown up talk, si ? ❞ being one of the only adults always at the headquarters can be a curse, but better him than the girl.
There is not much she knows about the man before her ( that is how the order works, some of them remain shrouded in mystery still ), however, his tendency to heal without the use of magic seems odd, inefficient in a way ( spells will always be quicker and safer than bare hands, after all ). still, right now, Dorcas has no time to comment on the blood he scrubs off his hands, or the jesting tone he uses with her as if they were the oldest of friends – she’s not used to it, it usually rubs her the wrong way, yet at the moment, she’s far too preoccupied with keeping her exasperation contained within her mind.
“ they are reckless. potter, and black, and mckinnon, they are all reckless children, and that will eventually jeopardize the order. ” words are spat out with a mixture of a hiss and a huff, pacing around the room, the smell of blood oozing from his skin is familiar to her, so she pays it no heed, “ it is not a matter of me being their mother, and you know it – dumbledore has put it in his head that they must get involved in more high risk operations, and i think they’re just … not ready. ” they are barely kids out of school, and they act like such,
“ i am not a kid. ” she’s quick to retort, voice almost losing its icy tone for a more feral snarl. There simply mustn’t be any children stuck in the middle of a war, “ and even if i were, it would mean you are old, and inefficient. ”
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