WHO: Dorcas & OPEN WHEN: Monday afternoon WHERE: the Pitch WHAT: Dorcas hates men & bludgers RATING: at least pg13 for language
Dorcas was done with men. Not that she had ever really had a chance to not be done with men. At this point in her life, her experience with men was pretty much narrowed to a couple of one night stands right after graduation and that whatever the hell she'd done with James. And she would be more than glad to never have anything to do with any of them ever again. She'd rather be a fecking nun! Although with a mouth like that they'd never accept her in any convent.
As per usual when she was furious, Dorcas was on the pitch. She had charmed the bludgers to fly around, at her head mostly. She'd been in the air with a beater's bat for a couple of hours now and didn't really look like she was going to come down. Even when she missed a bludger and it slammed into her, very likely knocking her shoulder out of socket. She was too pissed off to care. It wouldn't be the first time she'd played with a broken something or another.