Dorian listened to her words, his gaze fixed on their intertwined hands, struggling to process what Selah was saying. Part of him was still bracing for a fight, while the other part was distracted by how right it felt to be holding her hands again. For a moment, he let himself savour the warmth of h...

Dorian exhaled a slow stream of smoke, letting Harmony’s question hang between them. His first instinct was to turn her down; lately, he preferred to drink alone, and even with someone he trusted, company could feel like an obligation he wasn’t sure he had the energy for. But as he tapped ash into t...

Dorian had expected—if not outright hostility—at least a cool indifference from Selah. He deserved that much; after all, he avoided, ignored, and pushed her away at every turn. If she had met him with nothing more than a nod or brushed past him as if he were just another face in the crowd, he wouldn...

The Great Hall resembled a scene from a fairy tale, and the Winter Solstice Ball was in full swing as students, staff, and guests glided gracefully around the room in their finest attire. While everyone around him seemed caught up in the revelry, Dorian couldn’t bring himself to join in. He leaned a...

Dorian left the Great Hall, frustration gnawing at him as he tried to focus on his work. For years, he had craved something more than the monotony of school security—something real. And now that he had it, it couldn't have come at a worse time. After months of avoidance, Dorian finally gathered the ...

[[This scene directly follows Boggarts & Bogeys , which Jae and I still need to finish but we more or less know how it ends.]] Saturday, 12 November 2005 Mid-morning Dorian stirred, his mind foggy and his body heavy with the familiar weight of another hangover. He slowly opened his eyes, only to...

Saturday, 29 October 2005 5:30 pm Dorian had anticipated a more cheerful mood this evening. The extended weekend, a rare luxury with three consecutive days off work seemed to be perfectly timed. Today marked Dorian's thirtieth birthday, and his favourite holiday, Halloween, awaited in just two days...

Suppressing a bitter laugh, Dorian's pessimism seeped into his response. "Might want to consider an early retirement then. Hogwarts doesn't exactly grow on you, and the Ministry won't be pulling us out anytime soon." When he had eagerly accepted the assignment back in 1999, it was with gen...

Generally speaking, being assigned to Hogwarts wasn't a coveted position and Aurors stationed at the castle usually fell into one of two categories: veterans who had their own motivations for being at the school, and newcomers who had no say in the matter. Discovering that the Ministry of Magic had ...

After engaging in the obligatory small talk, Dorian was set on making a subtle exit from the staffroom, eager to avoid any situation that would expose his memory lapse regarding the Auror's name. He had a strong feeling that she had been introduced as his superior, and he hoped once he learned her n...

The question that had sparked his curiosity moments ago had slipped away in a drunken haze, leaving Dorian puzzled by Nigel's answer. "Oh, right," he replied quickly, a poor attempt to disguise the fact that he was struggling to keep pace with the conversation. Taking a sip of whisky as a ...

Dorian was still looking out the window, grateful for the excuse to hide the scowl that crossed his face at Aubrey's comment about having a roof over his head. "Right," he mumbled, more to himself than anything. His friend wasn't wrong; Dorian was indeed lucky to have a place to stay free ...

"Thank you," Dorian replied quietly, relieved that Aubrey not only accepted his apology but did not ask many follow up questions. It wasn't easy for Dorian to open up – to anyone – and though the tension in his body was beginning to disipate, he still felt uncomfortable and guarded with t...

Dorian had only been expecting small talk - that was about as much interaction he had with his colleagues lately - and Nigel's honest answer about how his day had been caught him off guard. Ever since his troubles at home came to a head six months ago, Dorian (already private to begin with) had with...

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Dorian was alarmed to see his friend standing before him, palms raised in a pacifying gesture. "No worries," he said quickly, guiltily. Dorian knew he hadn't been a very good friend these last four months, not to anyone. Ever since his marital separation...

14 November 2005 Mal, I have two pairs of tickets to see the Wimbourne Wasps play this week. Would you like to join me? If so, let me know which match works best for you. Dorian Wimbourne Wasps v Chudley Cannons Exmoor Quidditch Stadium Friday, 18 November 2005 3pm Wimbourne Wasps v Puddlemere Unit...

"Well, you can't blame me for getting carried away," Dorian said with a smirk as he held onto the sash to Selah's bathrobe, making it impossible for her to withdraw. " Sometimes ," he clarified, with teasing emphasis; they both knew it was far more often that he ruined her hair ...

"Yeah, but it's more like good night ," Dorian replied, his lips still on her neck as he breathed in her scent. He pulled back and began to rub her shoulders, smirking at her reflection in the mirror as she teased him about his annoying (but hopefully endearing) sleeping habits. "Sha...

With a soft pop, Dorian appeared out of thin air directly onto the top step just outside the front door of the London townhouse he shared with his wife. It wasn't easy to land in such a precise location, and there had been a few times at the beginning when both he and Selah had lost their balance. H...

The wait for a drink was long, and without anything to occupy his mind, Dorian was beginning to grow restless. Tall and with broad shoulders, it wasn't difficult for him to break through the crowd and reach the bar, where, ignoring angry cries of "watch it!" and "wanker!" , he gr...

The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade Friday, 11 November 2005 Ten o'clock pm Ever since his encounter with the Boggart last week, Dorian had been plagued with nightmares. Not that it was any better when he was awake; whenever he closed his eyes, he pictured the scene again, the memories as fresh as if ...

With no sign of the Boggart's return, Dorian lowered his wand, and as the tension in his shoulders began to ease, his hands began to shake uncontrollably. Unable to steady them, Dorian shoved his hands into his pocket, flinching as his fingers brushed against the notebook growing hot with a message ...

14 December, 2005 Dorian & Trent Vignette Dorian was in the middle of a rare and coveted day shift, and for once, he felt wide awake as he patrolled the first floor of the castle. Though there was already another Auror stationed within, Dorian had taken to doing a loop through the library as a ...

Late November, 2005 [/size] Stifling a yawn, Dorian stood guard at the double oak doors of the Great Hall as students and teachers flooded out in different directions, on their way to the first class of the day. Officially off-duty from another long night shift, Dorian crossed the Entrance Hall and...

"A Boggart?" Dorian asked sharply, turning to look at Kyle and feeling his stomach lurch in a panic to see Kyle had also raised his wand. It was one thing for Dorian, a fully trained and qualified Auror, to point a wand at his wife, but he did not like seeing a kid – especially one with h...