Doris Purkis

[marsxmulci]

It wasn’t particularly Marcus’s style to start a fight in a bar, but who was he to deny a punch in the face to a guy who clearly deserved it.   Honestly he didn’t really even hear what the other male had said, it was more the look in his eye that had wound Marcus up.  Of course he had won, and of course he had managed to sweet talk the bar keep so he wasn’t removed.  Checking himself over in the bar bathroom, he heard the door open.  “What? Does he want another round? If not, fuck off this stall is occupied.”  He said without looking up. 

[misspurkiss]

Even at the best of times the half Veela had little sense about her. Her mind was too fractured to capable of normalcy, and alcohol didn’t help the situation. Neither did any of drugs in her ‘goodie bag’ when she tried her own supply. So, when she walked into the bathroom and saw the male there, it wasn’t a look of shock or embarrassment that swept over her features, but a giggle at his words, as if his cursing hadn’t even reached her ears. The guy had been getting a bit too much and while the violence had initially frightened her, it had gotten the dumb bloke to leave her alone. “No, I just wanted to thank you and offer have someone buy us drinks.” She smiled, before eyeing the toilet and adding. “That, and I’ve got to use the loo. My bladder is the size of a sickle, I swear it.”

[black-tonks]

@misspurkiss​

“You’re early!” Andromeda groaned, frowning at the red-headed witch through the open door of their cottage. Behind her, a green-haired toddler was cackling with glee from inside the kitchen, holding the extendable nozzle of the kitchen sink like a cowboy’s pistol. “We’ve, er,” Andi ran a hand through her curls, a few droplets of water shaking onto the welcome mat. “well, someone doesn’t take too kindly to baths.” 

Luckily, she thought, or perhaps otherwise–Purkiss was rather unshakeable. Any notion of embarrassment that wanted to flood the young mother’s features was quelled by the sudden appearance of her old friend. It was the veela, she thought, that seemed to act like a tranquilizer on anyone that crossed the witch’s path. Even as Andi beckoned the visitor inside, she heard her daughter’s laughter morph into a delighted squeal. Dory’s here! Dory’s here! Dory! Pick me up!

[misspurkiss]

The chance of the half Veela being on time was slimmer than that of seeing a niffler chasing a dragon on the streets of muggle London. Her being early happened once in a blue moon, however, and often simply because she’d gotten her times mixed up. “Am I?” She asked in a dazed curiosity, but shook it off along with the confusion on her face, replacing it with a bright smile. “It was bound to happen sometime, I guess.” Only when she stepped inside did the redhead take in her friend’s sopping appearance. “That’s too bad, I thought she’d be all squeaky clean for me to do her hair with my grandmother’s brush. It was made especially for Veelas, you know, as not to pull out their hair.” 

Still, as the little girl called out her name and asked to be lifted, Doris couldn’t help but comply. “Hello my little Nymph,” Her words came out in a sing-song manner as she scooped the child up, resting her on her hip. “It looks like you gave Mum a bath instead of taking one.” She chuckled, kissing the girl’s cheek. It was quite endearing to her how the little girl behaved. Wild and free, just as Doris had once been. Except the redhead used her beauty, where Nymphadora seemed to use her metamorphmagus talents to get into trouble. What a wonderous thing it was to be so young, but sometimes Doris forgot that she wasn’t. Probably why she got on so well with Andy’s daughter.

[misspurkiss]

maraudingmoon​:

Everywhere the half-veela went, a line of lovestruck sods followed, each one doing double-takes and dropping their slackened jaws at her unrivaled magnetism. If anything, Remus could often count on the loud rumblings of baited wizards to signal he witch’s arrival before he had a chance to even cast a glance her way. “Lo, Purkiss.” As she bounded toward him, the werewolf clapped a free hand over his eyes, thankful to have finally slipped out of his sling. “You’re not really asking permission if you play it that way, you absolute minx.” 

Remus took a wide step backward, loosening the siren’s hold. Even in the meager few inches, his lungs filled with what felt like a much needed breath. These bumbling few exchanges often resulted with a blush splotching up to the tips of his ears, sometimes lasting even for hours after Doris’ departure. Still, she cut him a financial break and sometimes threwin a sweet which…ought to have more than made up for the often embarrassing way Remus tripped over himself, tongue and foot, in her presence.“Cheers. Er…sorry, can’t remember what price we decided.” He said sheepishly.“Hit m’head since the last time I saw you. Everything’s gone a bit wobbly.”

A giggle fell from her lips as she watched him cover his eyes. “I can’t help what I am, love. I’ll try to tone it down for your though.” She offered sheepishly. And Doris did try her best to turn off her charm, or, at least, what she could control of it. Sometimes her bubbliness could intensify the effect. Other times, like then, when she tossed those smiles and wanted something, it turned on almost naturally. If only there was an easy off switch. Or any off switch, really.

Remus was a good lad, that was always what she thought when she saw him. Ragazzo prezioso, truly. Always flustered by her and usually far too skinny. She had a soft spot for him, partly from the scars she could see, but partly because of the ones she knew she couldn’t. Still, she was stuck in her old habits of selling, despite not having the same need to help make ends meet for her uncle as she had when she first started. Not that he’d ever known, he’d have forbid it if he had. “Twelve sickles for an eighth. Galleon for a quarter.” She told him, though, she charged most people more. Doris would make it up elsewhere, usually charging those with more means more than those with less. She knew what it was to struggle, but didn’t show any pity other than equability of price. “Ah,” The redhead acknowledged, but smiled at him just the same, “But your head’s a long ways from your heart, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

[misspurkiss]

The redhead was in a state that afternoon. Higher than a Quidditch Post and not quite all in her mind. Sliding into a seat, she didn’t seem to notice the person sat on the opposite side of the table, but still, she babbled on, like she was having a conversation with someone using an invisibility charm. “And everything was red. The bunny too. A cage really isn’t the place for a bunny, but neither was the toy chest.” She giggled, but as her eyes fell on the other, the half veela seemed to blink awake. Eyes darting around her to take in her surroundings, confusion on her features. “Sorry,” Doris said, looking over at the other, flashing them a smile laced heavily with veela charm. “Did you say something?”

@mxrsmxrdrestarters​

[misspurkiss]

The redhead was, per usual, late. Not extremely so. Actually, she was rather early compared to normal when she approached the sandy haired boy. She was all but skipping over to him.  “Ciao, Remus,” She greeted him with a bright grin, taking his hand in hers. “Sorry I’m late. Can you forgive me?” Doris asked this every time, sporting the same pouty lips and sparkling eyes. Her veela charm practically oozing from her pores as she spoke. Lowering her voice slightly, she leaned in close to him, “I brought you something.” She giggled and pulled away, patting the pocket of her cloak where her notorious ‘Goodie Bag’ rested. 

@maraudingmoon​

[misspurkiss]

black-tonks​:

“Ice cream?” Andromeda repeated incredulously. While it was more than welcome for the surprising amount of found family members to dote on her daughter, more than one tended to forget that sweets hardly made children grow tall–only obnoxiously. It’s fine! Her baby teeth will fall out, Andi. What’s a little fudge? The brunette shook her head, a smile already spreading to her cheeks. Even if Nym hadn’t realized their narrow escape from a grisly attack, Andi was more than happy to extend her holiday spoils. “Only because it’s you that’s asking. And not too much or she’ll be bouncing off the walls.” 

The young mother was wise to the tricks of her mates–spend the day gorging themselves on sweets and sending the Nym back with a sugar high. After days with Sirius or any of the lads, she couldn’t even be charmed to fall asleep. Andromeda tilted her head, giving Doris’ hands another squeeze in solidarity. Though the redhead didn’t speak of it often, certain traumas had become well known, even if only by rumor. The loss of either the shop or her caregiver likely would’ve sent the half-veela in a debilitating spiral. “I’m happy to hear you’re both alright. He’s welcome to come along as well. We could make a day of it–have a proper roast, even. I still have a bit of mead that reporter brought to our holiday party. Dora just got her first broom for Christmas–we could go flying with her. I know she’d be thrilled.”

The brunette caught the sudden ghostly pale that washed over her friend’s complexion. What a careless turn of phrase. “Oh, Dory, I’m sorry.” She said gingerly, shaking her head. “Poor choice of words. Yes, Narcissa’s fine, just crosser than usual, I expect.” Likely Lucius was experience first-hand just how devastating her sibling’s wrath could be. Good. Manky bastard. “Can I do anything for you?” 

Doris smiled, “You’re right, the Italian in me begs that I bring gilatto instead.” Even the redhead knew that’s not what Andi had meant, but she honestly just wanted to treat the young girl. She’d hang out with the child for hours on end, playing games and the like, as if she were a child herself. But that was the type of person the half Veela was, bubbly and sweet and lost in another world sometimes. Children didn’t tend to lose their faith in someone just because they were losing their minds. “I’ll give it to her first thing and wear her out before I go.” She offered, it was hardly a problem for her. There was little she enjoyed as much while sober as spending time with Nymphadora and the other few children she encountered. “Make an igloo and play in the snow. Go sledding. We’ll make an afternoon of it.”

Offering a small squeeze back, she let the other witch know she was okay. She hadn’t wandered down that path in her mind and refused to do so. Arkie was okay and she was okay. There was no point in fretting over what could have happened when she had enough painful memories to plague her. “She got a broom?” The halfbreed lit up with excitement. quidditch has been such a big part of her life, flying almost second nature. “I’ll invite him along, though, I’m sure he’ll be more interested in the broom than the mead.” She certainly didn’t get it from any stranger. If it hadn’t been for her head, Doris would have had a career in quidditch. She’d had scouts looking at her during her first go at 7th year. But she didn’t join the quidditch team the second time around.

Doris waved her off, try not to dwell on the flashes of red light that her mind gave sight to. They are not real. She told herself, but still twitched back as one flew towards her. She breathed, eyes finding the brunette and fixing on her. An attempt to ground herself to reality as her hands fished through her robe pocket for something. “He sounds like a right idiot to cross her.” She noted, all of the Black sisters were intimidating, in her opinion. They held more strength than could be seen on the surface. Not to mention, they were strikingly beautiful. A dangerous mix, that was. Finally her finger found a condiment packet and she handed it to her friend, hand trembling slight. “Open that?” It was green and had the characters of a foreign language printed on the plastic. She’d found little saving graces that helped her when she had enough of her mind to cling to, though, the other was hardly a stranger to her babbling state.

[misspurkiss]

black-tonks​:

Andromeda tilted her head with narrowed eyes, a clear sign of scrutiny. Purkiss often felt like her secret hideaway and had for many years, half because of the shared secret–Teddy Tonks!–bursting out of her own lips and half because very few tended to lend the redhead a listening ear. Still, the young mother trusted her companion more than most blood relatives, though that set a rather low bar.  The half-veela was underestimated by too many, she’d often thought, especially when considering how resilient the witch had proven to be. “I doubt I couldn’t keep you two apart anyway. She’s convinced you’re her namesake, you know. If i it’s not ‘Siri, Siri, Siri,’ it’s ‘Dory this and Dory that.’” 

A broom! It hadn’t been quite the battle she’d anticipated, as Ted was often out-ruled in their house. The moment Andromeda reeled him in by his blue and bronze scarf, he’d already lost–even in the argument for proper padding. “We got off the ground a few inches before she crashed into a flowerbed. I thought Teddy might have a heart attack.” But before her partner had managed to spring toward their toddler, Nymphadora simply shook off the dirt and petals like a wet dog and clambered right back on. 

Her eyebrows knit together at the proffered packet but opened in nonetheless, her fingers sliding once in the clumsy hold of her gloves. “Luckily for their children, Narcissa’s bright enough to make up for his stupidity.” She murmured, handing the condiment back. Doris’ mindset was always a bit difficult to follow, though it hardly phased Andi anymore. At this rate, it was almost a test of patience–with the delightful payoff of solving a riddle–just to keep up. “Do you think I’m mad to hope she might still come around?” 

Doris only grinned in return, the other’s look not phasing her a bit. Countless witches and wizards had analysed her from the time her parents were killed and again with each tragedy that struck her life. Aurors, magical law enforcement agents, and healers alike. Even some of her professors had tried to get something more out of her than she could offer. Of course, she knew that was not her companion’s intentions. “No, I guess not.” The redhead laughed. “I can see where she might get that idea, our nicknames are quite similar. And, who better to name the most beautiful child after than the most beautiful redhead.” Not that Doris had really ever considered that, always thinking the name was just a cute play on the idea of a Nymph. “Dora has a good eye for pretty people. Your cousin is quite scrumptious looking, if you ask me.” There was a bit of her normal flirtatious attitude peaking out.

At talk of the broom, the half veela was beaming. Oh, what it was to ride her first broom. To play quidditch at school. Make captain. And Doris had been good. Really good. Her Uncle played a big part in that, the two had bonded so deeply over flying and quidditch that they’d really obsessed quite a bit over it during the years. Him with the shop and his designs only egged her on even more. She still helped out at the shop whenever she could, but it made her a bit sad now, having not been able to pursue a career in quidditch with her unstable mind. Despite having been offered a spot on a team before her second try at seventh year. “And my girl? She got back on, yeah?” She inquired hopefully, though, she couldn’t imagine the little Nymph doing anything else. “It’ll take Teddy some time to get used to, I’m sure. He just doesn’t want her hurt. But, at least she landed somewhere soft.” Flowerbeds were soft, she’d landed in a few for less acceptable reasons than falling off a broom. Often half naked, or wrapped in a bed sheet.

When the packet was back in her grasp, she used her thumb and forefinger to push out the green substance from it and onto her tongue. Her eyes watered as she squeezed them shut. Wasabi. Still, the heat of it drew the red lights that haunted her. The masked and unmasked faces that had been waiting in the edges of her mind to appear. “Pretty enough, too.” Doris gave a soft laugh, “Must run in the family.” With her free hand, she gave the other’s mitten clad one a squeeze, opening her eyes once more. “No, Andi, I think you’re a good sister. Hope does not a mad woman make.” Honestly, the thing most crazy about the brunette was that she kept Doris around. Other than that, her head seemed screwed on just right. 

[sierenity]

[white-miasma]

[misspurkiss]

black-tonks​:

The familiar smell–patchouli and something a touch more herbal–should’ve given away the redhead’s presence. Doris Purkiss, Andromeda’s favorite deviant. Or, rather, favorite outside of her outcast cousins. Given the other witch’s bloodline, the two made an odd pair. In school, however, it was likely their untangled social spheres that allowed Andi’s red-faced confession–I’ve been…sort of…seeing Tonks, the muggleborn in Ravenclaw–not to spread like fiendfyre. That, of course, and the fact that every witch or wizard had known better than to take anything Purkiss said at face value. 

“Nymphadora and I made it home early. Teddy’s still sporting a few bumps and bruises but we’re okay.” She caught Dory’s hand in hers, giving it a delighted squeeze. Staying safe in their flat, even with the odd appearance of the Malfoys, had let her mind wander to the far reaches of bedlam. But it was something else entirely to actually cast her eyes on the chaos; both a comfort and a slight to see the warm streets of Diagon Alley sparkle so menacingly in all the leftover smog. “I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, though. Glad to see you’re keeping out of trouble.” Another familiar face occupying the cots of St.Mungos would’ve been more than she could take. Lupin and Macdonald’s antics alone had given her more gray hair in a week than her daughter had in years. 

She ran a hand through her dark curls, frizzier than usual. Though the messy destruction of the shopping center was hardly the place for catching up, the ongoing war seemed to overrule propriety. “Narcissa came to my house. Or…was kidnapped by that slimy git she calls a husband, but…bit strange all around.”

There was a relief that Doris hadn’t known she needed when her friend said that she and her daughter had gone home early. It wasn’t really so much about Andromeda as it was the child. Children didn’t deserve to be a part of what was happening. It could really screw a person up. “Good. I mean, not about Ted getting scraped up, but I’m glad that was the extent.” Her hands tapped her thighs in a bouncing movement, trying to ward off thoughts of her own childhood trauma. “Could I bring ice cream over sometime?” It wasn’t as if the half-veela trusted herself out with a child in public under the circumstances, but she wanted to provide some comfort to Nymphadora that the young girl likely didn’t need. A distraction in the form of sweets. Doris had a soft spot for kids.

Dory nodded, she was quite glad as well. If she ended up in the hospital again, she wasn’t sure they’d let her out. Her mind sometimes slipping away from her. The healers wouldn’t allow her to make light of that, not to mention, the last time she’d been there, you’d have thought dementors and boggarts alike were surrounding her, the way she thrashed about. But that had been a long time ago. “Uncle Arkie’s shop wasn’t too badly damaged, either. Just needed a bit of a face lift afterwards.” And her apartment hadn’t so much as lost a window, in it’s place above the shop. Still, she stayed with her Uncle after the attack. Just that night, until she was certain it was truly over.

Kidnapped. Doris’s face paled considerably at the word and her eyes searched the area around them. It was a reflex created out of fear. She’d suffered too much and despite not talking about it openly, it was quite clear in her demeanor at times. Mary Jane would be a good friend in that moment, but she wasn’t sure if the other would be comfortable watching her toke up. “Is she alright?” The redhead didn’t hold any affection for the younger blonde, but it was Andromeda’s sister. She knew that the other cared for her, despite having been disowned. “Did-did he hurt her?”

[misspurkiss]

marcxmulci​:

“Fucking hell, your abit much aren’t you.”  He said, though it wasn’t a question.  Openly rolling his eyes at the girl, he instead decided to lean over the bar and steal a bottle from the staff side of the bar when the barkeep wasn’t looking.  Wasn’t everyone supposed to be in a bad mood after an attack?  Refilling his glass, he decided he may as well bite, so reached for a spare glass and filled it for her, sliding the now full glass along the bar to the red head.  “If your working on a ratings system, I think that just won.  Nobody spent a sickle.”  

“Sorry, love, I’ve got somethin’ a bit better than alcohol in me.”  She giggled, watching him. It wasn’t a real shock that he stole a drink from the bar, but she was a bit surprised that he poured her one as well. She hadn’t expected it, what, with his dark look that screamed ‘bad boy’, but they were always a good time. Not always thoughtful, though. “Thanks.” Doris offered a smile, laying her veela charm on a bit thick for fun. “I didn’t even get to reduce anyone to a puddle at my feet.” Her pouty tone was teasing, leaving behind an impish look as she took a sip from the glass. “If you won, does that makes me your prize? Or is this a ‘I’ve got to grant you three wishes type of deal?” 

[misspurkiss]

cvrrcws​:

— alecto sighed when she was bumped into, scowling at the man who’d caused the collision as he ran away without even so much as an offer to help clean up the mess he’d caused. she glared, not really mad at the girl who’d stepped back into her, but at the guy, until surprise flitted across her face when doris turned around. “ um, ” alecto paused, staring for a moment, and then shook her head, “ no. else he’d have a couple hexes flying after him. ” the redhead grumbled.

Upon seeing Alecto, Doris was unsure if she should be horrified or grateful. Sure, the other had never brought her any harm, but she knew the other was still a purist and she a half-breed. Memories of climbing into the other’s bed, higher than a kite, for a cuddle and kisses came to mind. The glaring, however, made her squirm uncomfortably. The redhead had always been skittish, but not normally around the female Carrow. Life had changed though. “I really am sorry. You know how they are.” The other had certainly witnessed the way men had stumbled about in her presence, or made right asses of themselves with blubbering words and gaping mouths. That wasn’t to say the half-veela didn’t enjoy the attention at times, but it often got tiresome and made her a bit insecure about which people actually liked her. Who wasn’t just drawn in by her magical beauty? “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She asked, pulling out her wand to clean the mess up off of the floor. Her eyes drifted over the other, unable to help herself. “You look good.” A finger moving to her own lip as she met the other’s eyes, “Can I buy you a drink to make up for it? Seems I need a new one anyway.”

[marsxmulci]

Mulciber had just returned from a fruitless excursion to the far end of bumfuck nowhere.  Apparently, the younger Black son was now a threat, and the dark lord in all his wisdom had chosen Marcus to go and look for Regulus, something he was unable to do successfully.  As far as Mulciber was concerned, Regulus was probably dead, shame really, he was the Blacks last hope at restoring their ever dwindling reputation.  

“Tell you what, buy me another and I’ll tell you all about it, love.”

[misspurkiss]

Doris was quite used to the attention that she received while she was out, especially in bars and pubs. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had to buy her own drink before, simply because men often fell over themselves to do it. And it seemed innocent enough, it wasn’t like she ever had to ask. After having flirted a bit, the redhead took a seat next to the wizard. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place a name. Likely someone that’d been at Hogwarts while she was there. “And how are you this lovely evening?” She started and was a bit surprised at his response, but found it pleasantly surprising that he didn’t fall all over himself right away.

“What if I get someone else to buy us both drinks? Do I get extra points for that?”

[misspurkiss]

cassigreengrass​:

“Well, least you did one thing right.” Cassi joked with a laugh. To be honest, she had not spent last night doing anything really exciting, but she was not about to admit that to anyone. Her father had been too busy cleaning up the mess going on in London from his lofty perch in France. They hadn’t even made it to the beach to watch the fireworks because he had been concerned. Concerned for which side, well, Cassi wasn’t about to venture a guess on that one.

“Thanks,” she said. “Though it probably would have been more interesting than sitting in France. I hope it doesn’t affect the season though…” She was looking forward to her game in a few weeks against Puddlemere. They were ready and a win there would put them in strong contention of a spot at the Cup.

There was a small chuckle of agreement at the other’s statement. Doris was not exactly known to be a goody-two-shoes, or prestigious in her attempts to live her life. “If it comes to kissing and such, I’m usually pretty reliable.” She countered, that was the beauty of her veela charm, isn’t it?”

A shiver ran down Doris’s spine, the thought of the attack being deemed an event of interest made her skin crawl. But, the redhead doubted that Cassi had any similar experiences to her own to see the true horror that it was. “Uncle Arkie said the same thing, once he realized I wasn’t at the attack. Worried about missing any games, even if he doesn’t play.” But he made, sold, and repaired brooms, so it was still his livelihood. “He’s been going on about a new model he’s finishing. You’ll have to stop by when it’s ready and go for a fly with me.”

[black-tonks]

The streets glistened with broken glass that ought to have been confetti. Was this the new world? Cowering in fear every other month, guessing whether or not Ted would come home? Andromeda Black had read the obituaries so many times in the days following the attack that she could have recited them from memory. Each familiar name felt like a heavy stone in her pocket and every passing moment like another step wading out to sea. 

A few coworkers had agreed to spend their precious few hours off joining the cleaning efforts in Diagon Alley. Sorting charms and household spells were quick to do away with most of the mess, though it was the loose items that required more attention. Broken wands, spilled champagne flutes, lost coins all scattered over the pavement. If one didn’t know better, it might have seemed as though the New Year celebrations really had gone off without a hitch. That and, if one could ignore the crimson splatters lining the side streets. Was this where Nott was attacked? Was that Lupin’s blood? 

The nearby pitter of footsteps pulled Andromeda from her morbid musings, turning toward the sound. As if only remembering the foreign object in her hand–picked up just seconds prior–she glanced at the newcomer. “Are you looking for something? Is this yours?”

[misspurkiss]

Doris had been doing what she could to help out around Diagon Alley since the attack. After all, it’d been her home for more than a decade and the shopkeepers and owners were almost like family to her. Well, some of them anyway. It seemed only right that she helped them clean up after the attack. It was mostly tedious work, but the half-veela was used to allowing her mind to run off while she did such things.

Luckily, her uncle’s shop didn’t take much more than some surface damage. And as her flat rested above it, she was extremely grateful that she didn’t have to go stay with her Uncle Arkie like a child. It wasn’t that she held any ill feelings for the man, quite the opposite, he was her only family and she adored him, but he’d given up much of his youth to take care of her. He’d only been just 18 when she’d started staying with him, it wasn’t like his parents would accept the half-breed to live with them. It was a miracle they’d raised her father, her grandmother’s son with a muggle man, at all. It was okay, though, she’d never been fond of them anyway.

After she’d finished clearing a gutter of some odds and ends that had been lost in the battle, a few coins, broken glasses, a condom still sealed in it’s packaging, and a bit of debris, Doris made her way down the road a bit further. A familiar brunette was crouching not too far off and the redhead moved towards her. Looking down at the item in question, she shook her head. “No, Andy, I wasn’t here. I was at the office when it happened. You alright?” In other words, had her friend been hurt in the attack?

[eizagonzalezs]

[cassigreengrass]

Her father had warned her to stay away from Diagon Alley, but Cassi had never been one to listen to his warns and orders. The attack was last night, what could possibly happen today other than the start of a clean up? Mostly, she was just curious to see how much of the rumors she heard were true.

“So, what exactly did happen?” Cassi asked the passerby that had stopped beside her. “Sure looks like a lot of damage for this attack being less than the last one…”

@morsmordrestarters​

[misspurkiss]

The attack had evaded Doris, but that didn’t mean she’d missed out on the aftermath. The girl lived above her Uncle Arkie’s Broomstick repair shop, it having been vacant since he’d bought a house outside of London. He wasn’t all that much older than Doris. Having taken her in when he was just out of Hogwarts and shortly before she, herself, had started school. He was the only living family she had that didn’t think her an abomination.

She was walking back to the shop after picking up the broken shop sign from a few yards down the alley where it’d ended up in the attack. Looking over at Cassi, a girl that frequented her Uncle’s shop for a long time and had played against her in school, Dory shrugged. “Not a clue. Forgot it was New Years Eve like a right idiot and was at the office. But, I still got a kiss at midnight.” It wasn’t like that’d been hard to pull off with the many men and women that dropped their jaws when she passed. “I’m glad you weren’t in the thick of it, though, Cass.”