It's basically disco

[waldemar]

Take back, take back your memory
Hitting hard, muscles bent in agony
Playing out your personal tragedy
Take back, take back the dancefloor


Okay, so it had taken Waldemar about two days and one small fight to arrange that he could at least stay with Dorcas for as long as her parents would allow him to ("overstaying your welcome is incredibly rude in England" his mother had quite stupidly said - because it is rude everywhere). Still, here he was, suitcases and all, and in a very good mood, too. Waldemar had a feeling, after all, that if he played his cards right, his parents might allow him to get an appartment in London somewhere, and that would give him a slice of freedom he was very much longing for. Maybe he'd ask Dorcas if she wanted to share a place, if she didn't have other plans.
He had already tried to convince his parents, he was old enough, after all, but they kept coming up with excuses. It was too close to the wizarding world, they said, it would be dangerous with the war going on. When he suggested living in the muggle part, they said they were afraid he'd get killed when muggles were targeted. They always came up with some cowardly reason to stop him from spreading his wings and just flying off.
Not that Waldemar had any right to call his parents cowards (he was just as bad, after all), but still. It was a matter of principle.

He wasn't going to think about that now, however. Not now. He was going to spend some time with Dorcas and, knowing Dorcas' talent for fun, it was sure to be entertaining. To be honest, Wally was quite excited about where Dorcas would take him, wherever it was. He was sure it'd be brilliant (maybe especially so because he'd never gone out properly before, so it was bound to be brilliant simply because it was the first time, anyway).
So, yeah, here he was, having just knocked on Dorcas' front door, two suitcases by his side, and heart beating just a bit too fast to be normal. Waldemar found himself infinitely silly.

[dorcas]

The second knocking could be heard at the door a loud rumble was heard coming down the stairs with a scream of "I've Got It!" All though one might think from the noise that Dorcas Meadowes had indeed fallen down the stairs, she had not. No, she had run so fast and at a continuous pace that it sounded like she had, or that a heard of elephants were heading towards the front door.

Stopping and taking a deep breath, Dorcas opened the door and squealed with delight. Very suddenly she pounced herself at Wally and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight in a hug that even she wasn't sure she'd ever let go of.

Eventually the time for letting go came and Dorcas grinned at Wally. "Wally-monster! It's so great to see you! Come in, come in!" she said in an extremely cheery voice, grabbing her bags and heading in, walking to the stairs where she watched the back of her sister, head up the stairs. Yeah, her sister wasn't really the social type when it came to any of Dorcas' friends, she preferred to just socialise with pure bloods from Slytherin. Stuck up little b---

"MUM! DAD! GEORGE IS HERE!" Okay, so she never called him George and she'd explained to her parents that it wasn't really his name, just the English equivalent. She would have told them his real name only she had no idea how to pronounce it properly nor exactly what it was. Dorcas really didn't have that great a memory.

"Mum and dad have been really excited at seeing you again. I haven't told them that you're not into women so this should be interesting." She grinned. Dorcas' mother was very much into blood purity. She had searched the Järvinen lineage and very much liked what she had found out about them. Pure and rich, two of the things her mother approved of. Dorcas' father on the other hand didn't care. If Dorcas ended up marrying at all really wasn't an issue for him, he was just glad that she was happy.

Dorcas put Wally's bags at the bottom of the stairs and pulled out her wand. She gave it a wave and the bags went floating up. "Mum and dad wont have us in the same room, but I've swapped bedrooms with my sister so we can at least be next to one another." Dorcas grabbed hold of Wally's right hand with her left, "Come on! Come say hi to dad." she said and dragged him down the corridor and in through the second door of the living room where her father sat in the corner near the window, reading a newspaper.

Heath placed his newspaper down on the table and uncrossed his legs. Taking a stand he walked forwards and reached his hand out to George. "Very pleased to meet you again, George." he said with a slightly rough yet cheery voice. "I believe Bathsheba's in the kitchen whipping up something to eat, why don't you take a seat?" He said, taking a step back and holding his hand out towards the sofa.

"I trust you found the place all right?" he asked as Dorcas gave Wally a nudge in the direction of the sofa and she herself sat herself down, grinning like a Cheshire cat. This is what she imagined bring a boy home to meet her parents would be like, only she imagined it would be a boy she was in love with and in a relationship with, not her gay best friend!

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[waldemar]

Waldemar couldn't help but chuckle to himself when hearing the noises before Dorcas opened the door and tackled him. Luckily, he had expected it, and he didn't fall over (because that would've been embarrassing, not so much because of Dorcas, but because her parents or sister might see that he was a major pushover). He hugged his friend back happily, his heart making a tiny jump he hadn't anticipated - he was genuinely and quite immensely happy to see her. "Glad to see you in one piece," he muttered with a bit of a smile, following Dorcas inside (just a little embarrassed that she had grabbed his suitcases as though he couldn't lift them himself) as she loudly announced him to, well, the entire house, he imagined. Waldemar was still impressed that she could produce so much sound. He was also a little surprised to hear her call him George, but he didn't mind much - why would he?

He looked around the hallway, trying to take in tiny details that would tell him how to behave. Homes told more about their inhabitants than some people thought and Waldemar liked to be prepared. Of course he would slip back into the habit of pureblood etiquette as soon as the occasion arose, so he wasn't really nervous. Well.. he hadn't been, until Dorcas added that she hadn't told her parents about his -hm- preference.
Of course he was glad she hadn't. He didn't really want anyone to know apart from the two of them (and maybe some nice bloke if he ran into one), but then.. what would Dorcas' parents think he was here to do? Oh, Mordred, they weren't expecting anything formal, weren't they? "Hah, eh-" He blushed slightly. "Interesting, indeed?" Pff. If they asked, he'd suggest his brother. If he dared.

"Mum and dad wont have us in the same room, but I've swapped bedrooms with my sister so we can at least be next to one another." He nodded and smiled. "Yeah, sure." After becoming friends with Dorcas Waldemar had picked up a decided amount of more informal language, but he was most fond of 'yeah' instead of 'yes'. It sounded cool and smooth and most importantly: not stuck up and formal.
"Come on! Come say hi to dad." She said it so carefree and excited that Waldemar promptly forgot about his nerves and allowed Dorcas to drag her through the maze that was her home. Well, it was a maze for now, but in his head Waldemar was already constructing a three-dimensional map of the place.

Dorcas' father seemed a nice enough man and Waldemar smiled and politely shook his head. "Pleasure is all mine, sir," he answered, a compliment about 'his daughter' on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it at the last moment. He didn't want to give the wrong impression - that would cause major problems. "I believe Bathsheba's in the kitchen whipping up something to eat, why don't you take a seat?" Waldemar smiled and sat down, his back just a little too straight, though, not completely at ease, still. "Thank you, sir."

Waldemar could not put into words how glad he was that Heath came up with something to talk about. He had been trying to think of anything that would not concern either Dorcas or the war, but he didn't know what Dorcas' father did, exactly, so he wasn't sure if he could ask him anything about his job as well. "I trust you found the place all right?" Waldemar nodded a little. "Oh, yes, just fine. I used a combination of magic and muggle transport, it was refreshing in a way," he said with a slight smile, but a polite smile that did not quite reach his eyes. It turned into a grin when he caught Dorcas' eyes for a moment. He was pbviously still getting used to the still unfamiliar surroundings.



[Haha, I bet! It's hylarious ]

[dorcas]

Dorcas grinned right back at Wally, sort of hoping he was feeling a little uncomfortable, she wanted to see what he would be like under pressure and if he could handle her parents then he could handle any death eater that came his way, or at least in Dorcas' opinion he would be able to because her mother was quite simply going to be over baring and she was sure her father would show to be quite the embarrassment, even though she loved him very dearly it probably wouldn't be her he would embarrass, just Wally.

"Very smart of you, very smart." Heath said, crossing his legs. Dorcas shifted herself too and pulled one of her legs up onto the sofa and gave a little nudge to Wally. "Relax a little." She smiled, thinking his back was far too straight for an informal meeting, it wasn't as if he was meeting her parents on any sort of serious note, besides, he'd already met them at graduation and Dorcas knew her parents weren't going to mind having him stay so she didn't understand why he was so ... rigid.

"So George, Dorcas tells us you were a Ravenclaw during your time at Hogwarts. Funny, I was a Ravenclaw too and Dorcas' mum a Slytherin, just like Dorcas herself." There was a slight twinkle that Dorcas could see in her fathers eye as though comparing herself and Wally to him and her mother. Dorcas held back a bought of giggles as it seemed her father ad taken the path she had expected her mother to take, trying to set them up and see how serious they were. Merlin it was going to be funny when they found out her would never marry Dorcas in a million years.

"Dad, I think we'll go say hi to mum." She grinned, placing her foot on the floor and pushing herself up to stand. "Come on snookums." She grinned, taking hold of Wally's hand and almost running out of the room, dragging him behind her, slipping a parchment into his hand. Well, she hoped her was behind her because otherwise, she just had held of his arm and had left the rest of him with her father.

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[waldemar]

Uncomfortable? Quite. Dorcas could be proud of herself, in a way. Then again, it didn't take a lot to make Waldemar ill at ease, especially when it concerned visits such as this.
"Very smart of you, very smart." He nodded a little. 'Gracefully accepting a compliment' as his mother would say. He could feel Dorcas nudge him and he heard her words and he knew he ought to relax a little, but he couldn't help it. Ever since his mother had dragged him along to tea parties (well, the Finnish equivalent of those, anyway) and told him to be good and sit still and make mommy proud of him, he had started to hate calling at other's houses. He had the feeling everything he said and did had to be calculated before doing so. Even though he knew this was an entirely different situation, it was so drilled into his mind that he simply knew it would take a while before he was able to relax. Of course he had already met Dorcas' parents at the graduation and they had seemed nice people, overall, but this was their house and he was their guest and would it not be infinitely rude to just flop down on the couch and behave like he was home?
That was his problem, really, he wasn't sure which lines he could cross and which he couldn't. There was no gray area in his mind, and because his mother had always insisted on formality, he knew not how to apply a lesser degree of it to informal situations so that he was polite but not distant, like he was being now.
I suppose the short explanation would be that Waldemar was simply too intelligent to be social (or that was what he believed, anyway).

As though he wasn't ill at ease as he was, Heath's obviously well-meant joke (or hadn't it been a joke?) didn't make things much better. Dorcas seemed to find it hylarious, he could hear her hold back laughter next to him, but in fact all Waldemar managed to do in the first few seconds was blush. "Really?" he managed to stammer eventually. "What a coincidence." His intonation almost seemed to add 'I hope'. He liked Dorcas, yes, but they both knew not in that way.

"Dad, I think we'll go say hi to mum." Wally was pretty glad they were moving again, even if it meant being dragged about like a rag doll. "Come on snookums." Now Waldemar had no idea what a 'snookums' was, but something told him he should maybe be glad he didn't know. He was still just glad to leave the room so he could calm down a little and prepare to meet Dorcas' mother. He just kept telling himself that by the end of dinner, he would probably feel a lot better (at least he hoped so). He glanced at the parchment she had slipped into his hand, which appeared to be a map of some sorts, and smiled at Dorcas a little lopsidedly. "Sorry, I'm not very good with company. I thought I mentioned."


[Haha, drag him everywhere you want to Wally is perfectly content as long as Dorcas doesn't leave him alone with someone xD]

[dorcas]

Dorcas grinned at Wally. Not good with company? Him? As if it mattered. Her parents were just pleased to see her bring home a guy, pleased was a bit of an understatement in her mothers case, her mother was trying very hard to compose herself the poor thing, but it didn't last long, before Dorcas even got to the kitchen with Wally, her mother stepped out, all smiley and perfectly made up for a housewife. Of course at the graduation she had looked the part of the ever proud and happy, pure blooded mother but now she'd really gone for it, it was as though she were going out on a date with Wally.

"Mum, you remember George?" Dorcas took a small step back, holding in a smirk as her mother gave a small curtsy as if Wally was royalty. Dorcas wanted to explode with laughter. "Of course I do!" She said, playfully but in a way that was a telling off for Dorcas. "And a little snack will be ready for the two of you in about five minutes. Dorcas, why don't you show our guest to his room." It wasn't a request and Dorcas could have rolled her eyes at her mother. "It was a pleasure to meet you again George." She beamed happily before stepping back up into the kitchen. Dorcas just walked a little past Wally down the hallway. "Feel free to follow." She said to Wally, heading up the creaky old stairs and when she reached the top she took turned left, a door facing her with a bag outside of it. This was Wally's room.

"You're rooms a little on the small side but you'll have plenty of space for clothes and stuff. There's a wardrobe and a chest of draws and queen size bed" Dorcas smirked "with two bedside tables, one on either side." Turning the round knob, Dorcas pushed open the door and lifted Wally's luggage up and took it into the room. The wallpaper was a pale yellow and not something she thought Wally would like all too much, but if he knew any charms to change the colour, he'd be more than welcome to. "I know the wallpaper's a bit euck but feel free to change it with charms and stuff, mum and dad won't care. Heck, I reckon mum would probably do it for you if you asked." She said in a more quieter tone as she put the bags down at the foot of the bed and took a glance around the room. "And if you get scared in the night, I'll be riiiight across the hall." Dorcas pointed to the door directly opposite the one leading into Wally's room. "So you can come climb into bed with me and give my parents a heart attack." She grinned. God she'd love it if her mother walked in on her in bed, not knowing that Wally was gay. Then again, Bathsheba Meadowes, even though she was a stickler traditions and no sex before marriage sort of thing, she'd probably be over joyed and and expect grandchildren and a marriage all within a couple of years. Merlin Dorcas would love to shatter that dream.

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Waldemar wasn't sure if Dorcas' grin was a good or a bad thing, but he decided to try and shake his uneasy feelings. He was just getting used to his surroundings and the people, he would be fine in an hour or so, once he found his footing. He had no idea Dorcas' parents were glad she was bringing home a boy like him, well - he had a hunch of course. There was nothing that well-bred wizarding families were interested in more than in good matches. Still, he trusted that Dorcas had explained to them that they were friends, and if she hadn't, he would. Subtly of course.

"Mum, you remember George?" Waldemar, although very much surprised by the curtsy, smiled politely. "Thanks for allowing me to stay, mrs. Meadowes." "Of course I do! And a little snack will be ready for the two of you in about five minutes. Dorcas, why don't you show our guest to his room." That had been a short interaction. Oh well, it wasn't like Waldemar minded one bit. He was more at ease with Dorcas alone anyway.
"Feel free to follow." He laughed a little. "Like I would have any other plans," he said, following her and glancing at the map occasionally, trying to put 2d into 3d. He smiled a little as the stairs creaked, fond of such homely sounds and followed Dorcas to what was, apparently, his room in silence.

"You're rooms a little on the small side but you'll have plenty of space for clothes and stuff. There's a wardrobe and a chest of draws and queen size bed." Dorcas' smirk made him snort. "It's fine, Dorcas - I've slept in a dorm with three other guys for a year - and what makes you think I'd need a bed that huge?" The first thing that struck him when they walked in was, ironically, the wallpaper, which reminded him of a every flavour bean he had bad experiences with. Just as he told himself not to complain (as he would only sleep here, anyway), Dorcas told him he could change it if he wanted. Waldemar shrugged and sat down on the bed, bouncing a little simply because he wanted to. "Nah, it's fine," he said, "I won't let a little colour get to me."
"And if you get scared in the night, I'll be riiiight across the hall." He laughed a little. "I'm never scared." And they both knew that was a lie. "So you can come climb into bed with me and give my parents a heart attack." He chuckled slightly. "I'd almost be willing to do that. Almost." He felt it necessary to repeat that word, before Dorcas would accept the offer.
Waldemar checked a clock that hung on the nearest wall, slightly askew, but he guessed it was accurate. "So, eh - did you have anything exciting planned for the time I'm or was scaring your parents on the top of your list?" he asked with a slight grin.

[dorcas]

Dorcas made herself at home. It was actually her home after all but temporarily, it was Wally's room, still she didn't mind all too much because she laid herself down on his bed and smirked. "I'm sure there's a few things I could personally think of to do in a rather large bed. Heck I could think of things to do a on a small one and I'm sure your mind will get there eventually." Dorcas looked up to the ceiling. "Though if you do bring any young men home, I would suggest changing the colour of the room. It's a little off putting I think. My sister may have done the decorating. She has overly similar, disgusting tastes as my mother." Dorcas was more one for darker colours, preferably black, but she didn't have a black room even though the thought had occurred to her to charm it black and have plenty of fairy lights all about, but it would probably get too dark and dull for her liking.

Dorcas snorted at Wally. Him? Never scared? Well wasn't that a hoot! "Never scared? Well then I'm sure you'd have no objections in getting involved in this silly little war game this itty, bitty country has going on." Yeah, Dorcas was going to try and persuade Wally to participate and take a side in the war. Her side, because the other side was just plain evil and she could never even think or imagine Wally joining the death eaters. Their outfits were no way near camp enough to help generate an overly sexual and stereotypically homosexual image of a gay death eater in her mind. Still the point still stood that the Order was going to need as much help as it could get, it was an underground organisation with no actual support from the ministry and it was going to need the best and brightest and that should include Wally.

"Almost? That's enough for me to work with Wally-monster!" She chuckled and patted the bed beside her. "Scaring the parents is indeed to of the list but come layeth with me and I shall tell ye of thee wondrous things this night shall hold." Dorcas wasn't really planning on much, a snack at home that her mother was already whipping up and would probably turn out to be a five course meal and then drinks at a pub a few villages over, just so that she wouldn't have to ever bump into the same people ever again. She'd slept with a few of the local boys and some of them she'd regretted and made it a rule to be at least four villages over before sleeping with someone, it was just plain awkward having to speak with people after you'd been intimate with them, or at least it was with some and Dorcas rather preferred avoiding people than having friendly chit-chat.

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Waldemar was not at all surprised that Dorcas would know things to do in a bed, be it large or small. "You'd do things like that without a bed at all," he said with a bit of a grin, though slightly grimacing as a rather graphic image presented itself to him in his mind. "Though if you do bring any young men home..." Waldemar didn't even listen to the rest she had to say, startled into a fit of laughter. "If I bring any young men home? Don't be ridiculous." He shifted so that he was lying next to Dorcas, looking at the ceiling which was, thank Merlin, not yellow. "I wouldn't even bring anyone home to my parents' house, let alone to your parents' house," he added, his face rapidly going a brilliant shade of red which Dorcas would probably make fun of.

"Never scared? Well then I'm sure you'd have no objections in getting involved in this silly little war game this itty, bitty country has going on." He winced. "Dorcas, please.." Like any coward, he hated being reminded of his lack of bravery. "I'm staying here, isn't that something..?" Waldemar swallowed, trying not to think of fighting.
Thing was, the mere thought of duelling made him feel nervously sick. He had always hated it, because (let's face it) Waldemar had always hated (and thus feared) pain and humiliation. Even practise duelling was enough to make his palms go sweaty and his head to spin. He had only duelled a handful of times in school, trying to get out of it as much as he could, and the times he had done it he had somehow managed to get through the whole ordeal with only minor injuries (though he very vividly remembered that time when an out-of--proportion expelliarmus had caused him to slam into a table and break his arm). The idea of duelling to the death was unthinkable to him. At school, at least, there were rules, it was one-to-one, but it was very different in real life. The mere thought made his insides squirm unpleasantly and he shivered, sitting up and trying to calm his stomach. No matter how disgusting the colour of the wallpaper, that was no reason to vomit on it.

"Scaring the parents is indeed to of the list but come layeth with me and I shall tell ye of thee wondrous things this night shall hold." He was glad for the change of subject, even if the idea of scaring Dorcas' parents didn't feel quite right to him after they had so readily accepted him into their home - what a way to thank them that would be!
Waldemar lay back down next to Dorcas and decided to focus on the 'wondrous things'. He had never been to a pub before. His parents had always thought it a little vulgar, plus their home in Finland had been miles away from the nearest town. Walking or flying was not an option, drunken apparition would be even worse. Not to mention, alcohol in Finland (and Scandinavia as a whole, really) was terribly expensive. So yes, Waldemar was a pub-virgin. He wasn't sure if he should tell Dorcas, though - what if she wanted to give him 'the full experience'? Then again.. Waldemar maybe needed to go over his boundaries a little more.
"You will know the way back here when drunk, right?" he asked with a slight grin. "I wouldn't even know my way around sober."

[dorcas]

Dorcas grinned. Wally knew her soooo, so, so, so well and yet they'd only known one another for a matter of months. It was amazing really just how well she got on with him. He was her soul mate, her gay, Finish soul mate. She hoped that she knew Wally just as well but figured he wasn't the sort of person anyone could ever really know much about. She'd only figured out her was gay because she'd noticed him checking out another guy at Hogwarts at the Valentine's day dance. Now there was a party she was not going to miss.

Dorcas snorted, she could very well imagine that Wally would be most uncomfortable with bringing a guy home to her parents house but she was sneaky. She had silencing charms placed in her room and a magical lock on her bedroom door, there was no way her parents were getting into her room unless she wanted them too, and that wasn't all that likely, not even her dad. She figured it would probably be a good idea to do the same with Wally's room and so she had, she was just going to have to tell him that if he was going to bring back a guy, he'd have to apparate in, and if he wanted to bring a muggle boy back, well he was going to have to stay over their house instead.

"Your room is silenced incase you want to bring a fellow back, magical fellow of course because you'd have to apparate directly into your room, the floors and stairs creek in this house and it would be highly suspicious if they all of a sudden just stopped. So if you fancy a nice looking muggle lad, then you'll have to pop around to his place." She said. It seemed sort of surreal to be saying that to a guy she'd brought home to meet her parents. She always assumed that if she were ever to bring a guy home to meet her parents, she would most certainly not be encouraging him to go out and sleep with other blokes, instead she would be encouraging him to sneak into her room for a bit of fun.

"Staying here is something." She commented, looking at her black dress and flattening it out a bit over her stomach and then at the sides of her before she looked to Wally. "But would you really be happy here knowing that I'm out there fighting without anyone to pick me up when I trip over my own two feet?" Dorcas pouted and tried her good old fashioned puppy dog look. What with having brown eyes and an absolutely adorable face, even if the latter was just her own opinion, she figured it would have some effect.

Dorcas shrugged her shoulders. She knew the area about her home pretty well. She'd grown up here after all, but she'd spent the majority of her teenage years at Hogwarts and still didn't know everything about that wondrous place. "I think I know the local villages enough when drunk, to find my way home. If not we can always get the night bus. You have my address memorised right because chances are, I may not be able to speak, might not remember or might be unconscious." Dorcas grinned yet again. She had so much fun when she was with Wally.

"Dorcas! George!" Dorcas heard her mother's call and stood up off the bed with a sigh. "That'll be our 'snack' ready." She said, heading out of the room and down the stairs towards the dining room. As she suspected, her father and mother were sat to the table and thankfully, her sister was no where to be seen. Dorcas nipped into the kitchen and washed her hands before drying them on a hand towel in the kitchen and returned to the dining room, taking her usual seat.

It was not a snack. Dorcas' mother had prepared a three course meal consisting of vegetable soup for starters, roast beef and vegetables for main and strawberry shortcake with ice cream and cream with a homemade strawberry sauce for desert. Dorcas barely touched her sweet but throughly enjoyed her main, the light conversation around the dinner table was overly polite in her opinion and it seemed to Dorcas that her mother was really trying to impress Wally.

"That was absolutely delicious mother." Dorcas smiled. "May george and I please be excused?" They were of course excused from the dinner table and Dorcas headed out of the dining room and back up to Wally's room where she collapsed on his bed. She had a feeling she was going to be spending a lot more time in his room rather than her own.

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[waldemar]

It was true, he had gotten to know Dorcas rather well. Well.. at least well enough to know her mind was in the gutter sometimes, anyway. He shook his head slightly at her grin, amused. "Don't look at me like that, you look as though you're trying to project your filthy thoughts into my mind," he teased. It wasn't that Waldemar was unfamiliar with the concept of love or anything. In fact, he was quite a romantic, secretly, but hell would freeze over before he'd admit that. (Then again.. if you consider the fact that Satan is trapped in a frozen lake in the pits of hell according to Dante, who was quite a scholar.. he might have to reformulate that thought.)
One thing was for sure, though - he was not going to seduce (or, more likely, be seduced) by some guy and do improper things under Dorcas' roof. Hence why he looked a little (just a little) scandalised when Dorcas told him about the silencing spell on his room and whatnot. "Uhm, yeah.." Waldemar cleared his throat. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Staying here is something." He glanced at Dorcas over her shoulder. Waldemar could feel a 'but' coming on.. "But would you really be happy here knowing that I'm out there fighting without anyone to pick me up when I trip over my own two feet?" Her puppy dog eyes had some effect, mainly because Wally, imagination vivid as ever, could just picture her falling and ending up as a corpse. The thought made him blanch a little. "You should go in pairs, then," he softly said, avoiding her gaze for a moment before bursting. "I'm rubbish at dueling, Dorcas, I would be more likely to kill the wrong person by accident, I'd be no help at all!"
If, and that is an 'if' and not a 'when', he was going to help out the Order at all, he'd rather do it from the sidelines. You know.. he was good enough with potions.. or maybe some healing spells. He just didn't want to end up fighting.. or seeing dead people.

Despite Dorcas cheerful talk about their going out tonight, the subject of the war lingered in the back of his mind and he was glad when their 'snack' was ready. Once they entered the dining room and it became clear that it was more like a fullblown meal, he raised his eyebrows at Dorcas slightly, as if to answer 'snack? what do you dinners look like?'
Still, meal or snack, it was nice. Waldemar couldn't help but grin a little as he ate his icecream, remembering the state he'd met Dorcas in, but didn't comment to remember. In fact, he didn't speak a lot at all, unless when Dorcas' parents asked him questions. He was happy enough to answer them, but didn't elaborate or start anecdotes on his own - he hoped they didn't mind, but part of him sort of didn't care whether they minded or not.
When practically all the food had gone and Waldemar had bestowed some well-meant and truthful compliments on the cook, Dorcas asked if they could be excused and Waldemar thankfully followed her back upstairs. Part of him wondered what her parents expected them to do upstairs on their own, part of him just didn't want to know. This was Dorcas' fault, she had perverted him!

"What time where you planning to go?" he casually asked. Not that Waldemar was craving for alcohol and dancing, it was just that he wasn't sure what to do to bridge the gap in time. Oh, he was sure Dorcas would come up with some sort of activity to keep them occupied, though Waldemar wouldn't mind a walk of some kind, not being a very inside kind of person.

[dorcas]

"Well who's an eager beaver!" Dorcas snorted as Wally asked what time she was planning on leaving, Truth was Dorcas was planning on sometime soon, but possibly creating a few loud banging noises and a couple of screams to make her parents think the worst. Of course they'd only be having a pillow fight or something innocent like that but the sooner her parents - or rather her mothers, mind was in the gutter, the better. Dorcas figured her father thought her sweet and innocent enough not to pull anything so whorish in his house and her mother was always one with a paranoid mind about that sort of thing.

"I didn't think you'd be in such a rush to get out and do something but I figured I might just give you a little time to unpack, then we can both change and head off. I think I told mum and dad that we're going to the theatre in the city to go see a play so if they ask what it was like in the morning, just say something smart or pretend not to understand them or I dunno, something." Dorcas was entirely comfortable in lying to her parents and it probably had something to do with spending seven years surrounded buy the sneakiest liars Hogwarts had to offer, Slytherins. From her point of view it was a way of protecting them, but she'd have to come up with more reasons why they'd be out most nights while Wally was staying with them, but she figured it probably wouldn't be too hard, there'd be plenty of things she could claim to be showing him, the local city had plenty going on and so did the local villages. She was just screwed if her parents decided to tag along one night or something. Besides, she could actually show Wally all of the things she was lying to her parents about, she could show him in daylight hours, providing he wasn't too hung over, but she had a cure for hangovers, a nice greasy fry up with extra eggs, orange juice and a couple of pain killers.

"I t hink the sooner I get out of this dress though, the better. My mother insisted on it and then criticised me for not having any colour in my wardrobes. She nearly forced me into one of my sisters pink and yellow floral things. I thought I was going to curse the woman until my dad stepped in and said this would do. I still freaking hate it though." She said, smoothing it out and ten patting her full stomach. "Are your parents as mental as mine?" Dorcas was really quite curious as to what Wally's parents were like with him, if they were as crazy as her mother or worse, she found it hard to imagine anyone worse than her mother but she knew woman like that existed in the pure blooded world which thankfully, Dorcas had very little to do with, even though she was pure blooded herself.

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[waldemar]

"Well who's an eager beaver!" Waldemar blushed slightly but grinned. "Oh, well, just can't wait to see you get drunk of your face," he teased. Thing was, he wanted to spend time with Dorcas and have fun, but being in the home felt like her parents were watching them or something, it made him feel slightly uncomfortable, anyway. He just hadn't found his way around yet. Also, as established before, he had never gone out drinking before, and he was a little curious, to be honest. It was probably just as well that Dorcas planned on staying just a little longer, Wally would grow comfortable eventually.

Wally nodded slightly when she told him he might as well unpack first - that made sense. Then his eyebrows shot up. "Change?" Yes, Waldemar was blissfully unaware that going out required dolling up. He thought his current clothes were fine (which they weren't, far too formal, might as well have come out of an office). Dorcas ought to dress him up, or he will definitely mess up. [rhyme!]
"I think I told mum and dad that we're going to the theatre in the city to go see a play so if they ask what it was like in the morning, just say something smart or pretend not to understand them or I dunno, something." He pursed his lips slightly, trying not to laugh as he was thinking about how one should never lie to ones parents. Then again.. who was he to talk - Mr. Almost-ran-away-from-home-and-is-still-in-his-closet-full-of-gayness?

He looked up a little surprised when she announced she wanted to get out of her dress. "Eh- one: it looks good on you, two: not here? I like you as you are without your-" he pulled a slight face "-woman bits in my face. Besides, I bet, with my luck, someone would walk in the moment you're in your undies and that would make me look like some sort of a Casanova." Not that Wally would mind to be a Casanova - just not to Dorcas, she was a friend.
"Are your parents as mental as mine?" He laughed out loud, falling back on the bed slightly. "You have to ask? Yes!" He grinned slightly. "You have no idea how long my mother fussed over me before I came here, I think she put even more energy into it than before I went to Hogwarts." And boy had his mother dressed him up like a perfect doll, then - better make a good impression, after all. Especially on Albus Dumbledore, who would, no doubt, save all their lives and coat the world in rainbows. Waldemar rolled his eyes and shrugged. "My parents are okay, I suppose. Father works most of the time, he's busy teaching Aleksei the ropes, you know?" Waldemar hoped he'd used that expression right. "And since we left Finland we haven't got as many servants as before, so mother seems to feel responsible for the way I look, even if I've been dressing myself since I was nine, anyway." He shrugged again. He liked his parents, he did, they were not.. necessarily bad people, it was just that during his youth they had done enough to create a chasm between them. Not as huge as the grand canyon or anything, but they were definitely on different tracks.

[dorcas]

Dorcas tried to look outraged and gasped at Wally assuming she would get drunk. Naturally she would but she liked to pretend to be outraged "Me, drunk?! Why I never!" Dorcas couldn't keep up the facade and cracked, her lips twisting into a smirk as she snorted lightly at the thought of her being completely sober and never having ever touched a drop of alcohol in her life. She was not a good girl in that respect. Not in any sort of respect actually. Apart from maybe not becoming a death eater, that was pretty good of her she thought.

Dorcas almost rolled her eyes. Was he serious? Was he expecting to go out dressed like that. Dorcas could have fallen to the floor if she were the type for over dramatics. Oh wait, she was, but she was on the bed and so it would have required far too much energy to stand and fall, or even to roll off of the bed and hit the floor. Though in retrospect of the thought, the thud would probably alarm her parents and they'd probably come rushing up to find out what was wrong or to make sure that nothing was going on.

"My goodness Wally-0-Monster! Yes! Change! You look way to prissy and formal to go out like that! Do you have any jeans or t-shirts?" Yeah right, Dorcas sort of knew the answer to that question before she'd even started it. There was no way Wally was going to own something like that, from the way he was dressed one would think he wouldn't even know what such things were. Still, if she had to she would force him into the least girly jeans of hers that she could find, though they might be a smidgen too big for him, she decided, looking him up and down, he was slim and tall and sadly, she felt as though she were twice the size of him. Wally really did look like a stick insect sometimes.

Dorcas stood up and flattened her dress over her stomach, every time she sat or stood or just moved in general, her dress crinkled around her stomach and rode a little higher, and all though Dorcas did not mind short dresses, this one was terribly uncomfortable and she could not wait to get out of it. However it seemed Wally could wait. She snorted in the way that she usually did at the thought of something amusing, The image of her in just her underwear, wiggling her 'woman bits' in front of a really, really uncomfortable Wally was most amusing to her. He was gay! What did it matter what parts of her anatomy she wiggled in front of him. All be it a little weird if she were to shake her downstairs region at him, but she wouldn't go that far. At least not while sober anyway.

"Yeah, mum and dad would have a fit if they walked in on me in my underwear in your room and my sister would loooove to tattle tail or try to make my life difficult. Though on the bright side, I don't think they'd throw you out but they would keep an exceptionally close eye on us." Dorcas smirked at Wally. "It could make sneaking around more difficult but certainly far more fun." Yes, even when she was in trouble Dorcas usually managed to find away to have fun, especially when it was her parents that she was in trouble with.

Dorcas sat herself beside Wally as he laid on the bed, on his back, from falling position. She assumed his parents were a little ... odd, but no more than the exceedingly rich, pure blood aristocrats that Britain held. She assumed his parents were sort of like the Malfoy's only not really into blood purity or the dark arts. Maybe they were though and maybe they kept it well hidden, Dorcas didn't know because she'd only ever met them the once. Though she wouldn't half mind meeting Wally's brother again. He'd been gorgeous in Dorcas' opinion and did not give off the gay vibe like Wally did at all!

"That sounds a little insufferable, but not completely unbearable I suppose. I'm lucky, my dad's really level headed and thinks things through, my mother on the other hand rarely thinks before she acts or speaks and scarily reminds me of me. Still, she's a pure blood fan. She doesn't like muggle borns and thinks he-who-shall-not-be-named has a good point, though she'd never actually do anything about it, besides, dad would never let her, he thinks it's ridiculous to think such a thing and so sort of keeps her as level headed as he can and you know, her being pure and everything she holds her tongue unless dad gives her permission to speak in company. That sort of thing, though as long as she doesn't say anything rude or discriminating, he doesn't care what she says." Dorcas sighed. "I should probably shut up now and get dressed. You find something less formal to put on and if you can't, come knock on my door, I'll be able to dress you down!"

Dorcas left Wally's room, closing his door behind her and walked across the corridor to her room, briefly looking out the window to her left to see the cloudy blue sky. At least it wasn't too bad out there for a bit of a local pub crawl, she thought, entering her room and starting to get undressed so she could slip into something more comfortable than what it was she was wearing.

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[waldemar]

Waldemar never fell for Dorcas' attempt to appear outraged. She was going to be wasted before the night was over and they both knew it. He grinned a little. "I'm just going to have to stay sober to make sure you don't get in trouble," Waldemar grinned. They also both knew that wouldn't be the case - Waldemar had never done a decent pubcrawl and he wasn't going to allow this opportunity to slip away from him. Maybe he wouldn't like it. After all, he'd never done it before, but he was going to give it an honest shot. A drunk shot. A tequila shot. Or something.

Honestly? He did think Dorcas looked good like she did now. Okay, maybe not fit for a night out, but then again - what did he know!?
"My goodness Wally-0-Monster! Yes! Change! You look way to prissy and formal to go out like that! Do you have any jeans or t-shirts?" He blinked for a moment, glancing at the suitcase he'd brought along and which was now forgotten in a corner. "Uhm-" They both knew the answer to be 'no'. His mother didn't like muggle clothing as it was, so Wally had no jeans, let alone a t-shirt off the rack.
Dorcas'd better prepare for some quarrelling, because Waldemar might be gay, but he was not going to wear women's clothes. No way, josé! He was okay going shopping, he was okay taking Dorcas' fashion sense when it came to male clothes, but he was not going to wear her clothes (which she might have worn without any underwear on!).

Leaning back on the bed, he didn't attempt to get at his suitcase. Waldemar wasn't quite in the mood to change yet and Dorcas didn't seem to make any move towards getting out of that dress of hers. In fact, all she was doing right now was laughing in his face because the idea of naked girls made him feel nauseous.
"It could make sneaking around more difficult but certainly far more fun." Now, it was Waldemar's turn to snort. "Is everything just a game to you?" he asked, not sure whether to admire that or think it was a mistake of some kind. Maybe he was a little too serious sometimes, but Waldemar doubted if it was a good idea to treat life like a joke. Maybe when still in school, but weren't they supposed to be grownups now?

Waldemar listened to Dorcy's ramblings about her parents in silence, well, mostly anyway. He pulled a little face when she mentioned you-know-who. He didn't want to think about that. He was here to have fun. As far as Dorcas' ideas about Wally's parents were concerned, she was pretty much right. Waldemar had never really discussed family life with anyone very intently like this, but still he wasn't sure if he should feel better when Dorcas announced she was going to get dressed and that he ought to get changed. Get changed? Into what?!
He nodded a little at Dorcas' saying he could always come knock at her door and let her dress him down, but that was only something he was going to give into as a last, very last resort. Not that he didn't trust Dorcas, he was just embarrassed about it.

Once his friend had pulled the door closed behind her, Waldemar looked around the room for a moment, getting off the bed. He hadn't really looked at the room until now, apart from at the hideous wallpaper, and now that he was alone he felt more at ease inspecting the place where he'd sleep the next few nights. It was okay. It wasn't a bad room, it just so obviously belonged to a girl. He would only be sleeping and dressing in it anyway, so he saw no real reason to change anything.
Oh, right. Change.
Turning to his suitcase, Waldemar sighed a little and squatted in front of it, opening it up. He had brought a number of trousers and shirts, all of them tailor-made. His trousers ranged in colour from beige, through navy, to black. He had one or two brighter colours when it came to shirts, but not much, and they were hardly something that could be concerned as 'dressing down'. In the end, he selected a black pair of trousers (that being the most neutral pair he had) and a white-blue-grey checkered shirt that at least looked as though there wasn't a matching tie to go with it. Glancing in the mirror, he shrugged to himself. Didn't beer-goggles make everyone attractive? Why would he want to be attractive, anyway - that wasn't the point. He just didn't want to stand out.