The year was off to a lackluster start for Dorian. He thought that after his fortunate Christmas morning run in with Miss Skovgaard that the tide would finally turn in favor of a relationship with her, but the continuing silence (and lack of necessary visits from him) proved otherwise. Not that Dory genuinely believed anything fruitful would ever come from his age old crush, not genuinely anyway. How could he? Miss Skovgaard was nearing spinsterhood, and once that realization settled upon her she would marry someone far more eligible than he. Her marrying would be for the better, anyway. Dory certainly wasn't ready to settle down just yet.

No, he would much rather continue on as the rake he was.

He was heading back towards his squadron's office when the young witch (who's backside he certainly wasn't wondering about) tripped, sending her papers flying all about the otherwise empty hall. "Are you alright?" Dory asked instinctively as he moved to help her back to her feet. The papers could wait a moment before being collected.