#threads:lily

When: Mid-afternoon, 29th 

Who: Dorcas and @asphodelroot

Dorcas did not like this coffee shop. Lily better love her, because that was the only reason why she was sitting in this coffee shop. She’d been to Cokeworth plenty of times, and yet, she still felt like she didn’t really fit in. She supposed she should be grateful it wasn’t a pub that Lily had wanted to meet up in. She’d gotten some nasty looks as she’d walked in, ordered two coffees, and sat down, but she hadn’t felt like she was unsafe, just unwanted. At least they’d served her. That was a positive when compared against some of the other places that members of the Order had taken her too. Some of her friends just didn’t understand the difficulties she faced in places like this, and Dorcas was too used to just letting it slide, rather than kicking up a fuss. 

She settled into the table, away in the corner. She’d be less noticeable here, and hopefully wouldn’t get too many stares from the other coffee drinkers. She was excited to see Lily though, and make sure she was okay. The things that Lily had asked her to bring made her slightly concerned that Lily intended on staying a little longer here in Cokeworth. She knew vaguely about her best friend’s pas tin Cokeworth, and her mind had jumped to just exactly whom she might be staying with. She knew that Lily knew she was always welcome. And so the fact that she’d decide to stay with Snape rather than her was hurting her, even when she was only assuming it right now. But she loved Lily too much to not offer help, especially when she had almost hurt.

Marc walked down the halls, passing a man that was looking smug and rather pleased with himself. That only meant one thing, that Lily had done her job well. There were not many people in Lily’s life that knew what she did and Marc happened upon it shortly into his work as a bounty hunter. It was curious to hear about the dark haired escort that was good at getting her job done. Just as he but on very different job fields. Did he really care about her being an escort? No. That was not to say he did not feel a pang at the thought though. Despite his divorce to her sister, Marc still thought of her like a younger sister. Which meant he was also protective of her. But being an escort in a city that it was not exactly legal was not an easy task and keeping it from her detective sister was even more impressive so Marc was left feeling protective from afar but also a bit impressed with her. 

He should not have been surprised. The Beaucanon ladies were forces to be reckoned with. It was part of their charm and a portion of why Marc had fallen in love with Remy so easily. Hell, probably even part of why he still felt for her. But he would never admit that. He had far too much pride in the matter. 

Marc slid the card key through the reader to the door and watched the green light flash. He pushed the door to the hotel room open and stepped inside, making sure it closed for locked in privacy. Marc noticed a DO NOT DISTURB placard and placed that on the outside of the door before closing it again. He had information he needed and had found a connection to his ex-sister-in-law. Now he just needed information and as a bounty hunter with a fuzzy moral compass, he planned to exploit the situation by any means necessary. Marc picked up a piece of uneaten toast from a tray against a table and took a bite. “He a new client?” Marc questioned loudly so it echoed through the hotel room, not really caring for the answer but just making his presence more known as he plopped in a chair nearby. 

@misslilybeau

Where: Prewett Estate

Who: Dorcas and Lily ( @asphodelroot​ )

Dorcas always struggled more when it was muggleborns. They were her people, a lot more than most of the Order were actually. And so, when it involved them, well it became a lot more personal for her. Of course, she wanted to save everyone, but there was just more desire to save the muggleborns, just a little bit more. So, she was practically raging at the thought of the death eaters targeting little children that didn’t even know about the Wixen world yet. She had been in that position. She’d worried about not fitting in, when there was a world just waiting for her. So, she was glad that the Order weren’t just going to sit by and let it happen. 

There was just one thing that was bothering her. Everyone seemed so concerned about the Muggleborns, but not so much about their parents or their siblings. Or at least, they come second to the people that had magic. She’d managed to hold her tongue, just about. But as they came out of the meeting, Dorcas knew she needed to talk to someone she knew would understand. 

“Lils....” She murmured, grabbing her friend’s attention as the meeting ending. “Got time for a chat?”