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[georgia_roberts]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Friends In Low Places' / Monday, April 3rd, 2006 / 12:38 PM
Location: Dungeon Corridor
Open To: Anyone!
Currently Involving: Gia

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[dorian_grace]

One foot crossed over the other, the toe of Dorian’s expensive left shoe filled the hall with an annoying clicking sound. The new Auror was eight minutes late, not at all a good impression. He’d been ordered to meet… it here at half-past noon. Dorian referred to ‘it’ as an ‘it’ because the owl who had delivered the message, a particularly hungry bugger, had chomped off the last bit of parchment that contained it’s name.

So, sadly, Dorian Grace was left in the dark.

Again.

This seemed to be a recurring pattern, one he didn’t approve of at all.

Finally, though, the doors to the hall swung open and his blue eyes darted up, not lifting his head just yet.

BrilliantGeorgia Roberts. Not to say she’d always fascinated him, but now she did. Now that she hated him, of course. Hatred always made everything a bit more fun, in Dorian’s opinion, and it had been a favorite pastime of his to try out his dirtiest material on her while she was in training

[georgia_roberts]

Georgia Roberts knew exactly who she was supposed to be meeting at 12:30, which was why it was much easier for her to not be on time. It hadn't taken very long at all to dislike Dorian Grace. When they'd been in school together, he'd hardly opened his mouth.

She very much preferred the Hogwarts era Dorian Grace. Any woman with a decent amount of self-respect would understand why.

She was, however, used to those with his mannerisms. She had been a Slytherin, and it was no secret that the house was filled with slime. His efforts to annoy her during training were... well, he did have some interesting material, but she was much stronger than his average 'play-thing'.

"The reaction you imagined with the wrong head, I'd assume," Gia answered him with a frown. She had weeks of this to not look forward to.

"The ministry has sent someone to actually do work. You can play all you'd like in the minors, Dorian, but leave the auror business to the competent."

[dorian_grace]

“Guilty,” he admitted, sticking his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he shrugged. Dorian allowed his grin to curl into a sheepish smile, one without much sincerity. This is what he’d been missing! Lovely comments that degraded his character and that were generally insulting!

Oh, he loved it! Why? Dorian didn’t have the slightest idea, but it really was quite fun on his end.

“What minors?” Dorian asked, feigning innocence. It would be ridiculous to really pretend like he’d done nothing wrong around Gia, even though she didn’t know about Adriana. That was successfully kept a secret, minus that little gossip problem that still floated around. But, they weren’t speaking at the moment, and not in the “We’re to busy snogging to talk!” sort of way. Problem was solved for now.

“That woman was of age, I promise. I’d be more than happy to tell you exactly how I know, but… its, well, rather risque for Great Hall chatter. Accompany me to my room and I’d be more than pleased to share, though

[georgia_roberts]

Georgia was well aware that the sheepish smile was just for show. If she was right and he was guilty of what she'd implied, Dorian Grace wouldn't be sheepish about it. He'd be bloody proud of it, and if she was 'fortunate', he'd give her the details of exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for. Apparently, thank merlin, he was willing to skip that imagery for the day.

"Act innocent if you like, but the day I catch you in the broom closet with the young, blonde Gryffindor, that one with the skirt that hardly covers her bum? Oh that'll be a fine day indeed. Getting you fired and a Gryffindor expelled in the same day? Christmas in April, mate," Gia answered him with a smirk, rolling up the ends of her sleeves and taking a good look around the Great Hall. It had been ages since she'd eaten here, spoken to someone here. A variety of memories she couldn't quite take in all at once.

"I'd rather not see the rash, Dorian. Keep it in your pants and tell me how things work around here. If you have any knowledge of being an auror, that is. I'm