"Well its not always as exciting as people think it is. Its a lot of paperwork, routine checks, following up on leads that come in. Its steady, I mean. Theres always something going on, but I guess you sort of get use to it after a while. Doesn't seem exciting unless something really big happens." Well, that wasnt entirely true. Regardless, Dora did love her job, enjoyed the work too, and couldnt be sorry for a lull in the department.
Dora just shook her head at Tracey. She didnt really get it and Dora couldnt really blame her for it. Most people didnt. Plenty thought that if they had her abilities, they'd turn themselves into some perfect, flawless person. Some of the Metamorphmagi did, she was sure. "Look like whoever I want? What, Like this?" Her hair changed, turning itself blond, curling delicately at the end of her pony tail. Her body following suit as her slim curves became more pronounced, breasts growing until they strained the buttons of her top, features of her face becoming more delicate and sharp--something more suited for a Malfoy. A blonde bombshell, by the definition. "Or this?" Her appearance changed again, becoming an olive-skinned brunette, looking like someone who stepped off the pages of a travel add for Brazil's best beaches, exotic and alluring. It was easy to change--Dora knew this better than anyone. It was harder sticking true to yourself.
"I dont want to be what turns the most heads. I like myself just fine." She said with something of a sigh in her voice, slowly changing herself back, hair deciding on purple this time around instead of the pink, body shifting back into all of its slightly boysish glory--subtle curves and somewhat small-chested. Less bombshell and much more tomboy, how she had more or less always been. "I wont say no to the drinks, though." Dating tips from Tracey. There was enough promise of a good laugh in that to pass up.