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✶ paris:

where: acid nightclub, near the vip section with: anyone

Paris had stepped out of the VIP section briefly for his usual duties, meeting with someone to gain information. He’d been sitting alone afterwards at the bar, drinking prestigious whiskey, when a familiar face sat next to him. He lifted his glass in acknowledgement. “Come to congratulate me on my engagement?”

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‘ Well, of course! Congratulations. ’ Smiling brightly, Dolores raised her glass at him. ‘ But you have to admit, your fiancé is quite the choice, don’t you think? ’ She almost snorted a little when she asked that question. Paris Avery was someone to be treated with care, but that would not keep her from speaking her mind.

#MY WORDS ARE KNIVES – interactions #FT – paris

✶ olivia:

open to anyone at the acid party!

“Let’s play a game.” Olivia threw a shot back, feeling a happiness settle inside of her. “We each have to find one person to dance with, once person to makeout with, one person so sleep with, and one person to kill by the end of the night. First one to complete all four wins.” Angel costume be damned, she was in a devilish mood tonight.

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‘ That sounds fun. ’ Her first reaction came faster and a lot more cheery than Dolores would have liked. A troublesome side effect of having a little too much to drink. ‘ But I don’t kill for sports, darling. Appearances, you know. Either we settle on maiming, or you’ll just have to play without me. I’ll cheer you on though. ’

#MY WORDS ARE KNIVES – interactions #FT – olivia

✶ peter.

“Last time I checked, I’m the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. This is my office. You see that name plate on the door? Peter M. Pettigrew. The question that we should really be asking, Doll Baby, is what the fuck are you doing in my office questioning if I should be here?” Peter slowly twisted to face Dolores, carefully adjusting his jacket with a sharp lift in his eyebrow, bringing the cigarette in his hand up to his lips and taking a long drag from it. “Now, do you want to try that again more politely? Or shall I call someone to drag you and that last season shade of lipstick out of here?”

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Last time Dolores checked, Peter was a grimy little vermin that fed off the scraps of other people’s success. But that was hardly an appropriate observation to voice in a work environment. ‘ Oh, someone’s having a bad day. Ask an intern to fetch you a cup of coffee. Maybe that will help lighten your mood, ’ she said instead, her voice light with a joking tone, acting entirely unbothered by his quips. Instead, she pulled out the file she was actually here for. ‘ I’m supposed to hand in this draft today and Matthias assured me you’d make sure it got to him. ’

#MY WORDS ARE KNIVES – interactions #FT – peter #not me having to look up who the minister of magic is rn

✶ avalon.

Avalon felt her face stiffen into the fake smile she used around her father’s friends when she heard Dolores’s voice– nothing good ever came from that, but she’d been raised better than to retaliate. “Thank you for your concern, Ms Umbridge, but I’m just waiting for Tristan. We’re set to meet for lunch.” Or at least she hoped they still did, and he wasn’t too mad at her for not warning him about her new arrangement with Paris. “I wasn’t aware your department had any offices near here?”

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‘ Oh, how lovely. ’ As always when talking to Avalon, Dolores lied through her teeth. Having people like her prance around the ministry like this place was for them seemed so utterly disrespectful. ‘ Thank you for your concern, but my department actually cooperates very closely with pretty much all other departments, so I’m just collecting a report. Come to think of it though. I wasn’t aware that this department allowed outside visitors? ’

#MY WORDS ARE KNIVES – interactions #FT – avalon

✶ narcissa.

narcissa turned on her heel and faced dolores. the expression of absolute apathy on her face did not not falter as she gauged the woman carefully. “I’m not lost.” she said simply. “I never stopped to ask. why? are you not allowed to be here?”

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Where Narcissa offered nothing but the usual blank expression on her face, Dolores remained faithful to her staunch smile. ‘ Oh love, no need to turn this around on me, really. I’m just trying to get you back to where you should be before you run into someone who will give you trouble over this. ’

#MY WORDS ARE KNIVES – interactions #FT – narcissa

✶ hana.

Maybe off-duty members of the Wizangamot weren’t allowed in this part of the Ministry (they weren’t, Hana knew they weren’t) but maybe Hana didn’t care. She had things to find and no one else around to do the finding. Only now someone had found her instead. At least Dolores Umbridge was pretty to look at.

She thought about plastering on an innocent expression and then decided against it. “Oops.” She said with a shrug. “My normal shill is busy and I needed some files.”

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Dolores raised an eyebrow. ‘ So the soon-to-be Madam Minister is now running her own errands? ’ She crossed her arms and gave a stern look for just a moment, though she smirked after not too long. With all the people in the ministry that Dolores just could not stand, it was sweet that she ran into Hana instead. ‘ Next time you should just let me know. I would have happily delivered all the files you need to your office. ’

#MY WORDS ARE KNIVES – interactions #FT – hana

The shrill noise of Dolores clearing her throat was followed by the quick clickclackclick of high heels against the floor as she struggled to keep up with the other person. A highly suspicious individual, seeming very, very out of place. Once she caught up, her voice was sugar sweet, but the expression on her face betrayed her mood right away. ‘ Excuse me! Are you even allowed to be here? Maybe you got lost? ’