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Dorcas found herself here, curious to see what was truly hiding amongst the trees. Dorcas found herself being lured farther deeper into the forest, letting her fingers run softly along the plants. She breathed in the clean, misty air as she walked. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for or why she was in there but it was cleansing to be in total silence. She took a long, deep breathe. Closing her eyes before continuing her walk. Her heart stopped when she heard the sound of someone else’s footsteps behind her as she continued through the misty trees. Stopping in her tracks, Dorcas pulled her wand from her coat– moving slowly as to not alert the person behind her what her intentions were. With a quick pivot, Dorcas readied her wand and pointed it at the person she saw with a deadly glare. 

“Petrific–,” she started to shout before stopping mid-curse when she made eye contact, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

There was no use denying it - this was incredible. Briar still wasn’t entirely sure how it had all happened, how the perfectly written and sealed invitations had wound up at all of their doors, how the travel arrangements had fell just into place. It was the stuff of stories, old tales that she had heard her parents sharing after important dinners with their colleagues. And here she was, the new generation of Avery, at the very epicenter of it all.

The sun was just beginning to set, and a warm glow radiated around her, her blonde tresses glistening in the low style they had been pulled into. A light blue dress hugged her figure, and as she heard footsteps behind her, Briar turned, offering a smile as she set her drink on the terrace’s ledge. “It’s impossible to deny the splendor of this place. I’m afraid I may never want to go back to London.”

Dorcas never shied away from a loud shoe. Almost everything she wore was heeled and when she walked the click of her heels echoed through the empty black tile halls of the ministry. Ever since the incident, Dorcas had been stuck on Moody’s desk day in and day out. Stuck filing paperwork for every small thing reported to the auror office. Smiling as the stray passerby, Dorcas kept the stack of files against her chest as she wanted the cracks in the cement. Her head down as she shuffled through. 

Dorcas continued through, taking sharp turn after sharp turn until she felt herself ram into another body. The papers flying through the air as she felt her own breathe escape from her lungs. “Fucking Christ,” she spat, bending to the ground to start grabbing the blanket of parchment that covered the tile breaks. “How about you watch were you’re going next time, pal,” she said, feeling the emotions that she had been bottling up since the incident starting to bubble into her throat. 

❝Oh I’m so sorry…❞ she said not really feeling sorry, ❝I was distracted❞ Narcissa said finally looking at the person.