There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
“Of course I do,” Romilda said without a hint of self-consciousness as she took the compliment as though it were her due. Her outfit wasn’t the most co-ordinated or as debonair as Robbies but the bright red of her print dress was offset by the baby blue cardigan and impossibly high heels were colourful enough to make her stand out. Romilda loved to know that when she came into a room, all eyes were drawn to her and it was a nice boost to her ego to be seen with someone who clearly took as much effort in his appearance as Robbie.
“I’m sure that quite a lot of people simply follow the fashions laid out in the issues of ‘Witch Weekly’ or whatever display Madam Malkin has in her shops without thinking about any deeper meaning.” After the heavy discussion of the past couple of hours with her colleagues and bosses in the meeting, she was loathe to discuss politics in any form and regretted bringing it up. More and more of the problem page letters were filled with woe and it was becoming harder to come up with a nice juicy adultery story without taking too much artistic licence. She was grateful that Robbie had allowed the change in subject and fluttering her lashes at him, her glance was deliberately playful and provocative. “Why Mr Stebbins, have you been sneaking glances and have they been in my direction?” It was easy to flirt with Robbie though given their situation and the fact that she considered him one of her closest friends, there was no real punch of heat behind it. Truth be told that if Romilda ever found herself seriously flirting with him, she’d have been wrong footed from the start.
“Hmm please. The biggest, stickiest cream cake you have and two forks if you will.” Rom’s glance to the waitress was calculated; a smile meant to invite confidences as she leaned forward and confessed within Robbie’s earshot. “I don’t think he has nearly enough simple pleasures in his life and one cream cake isn’t going to make him burst from his shirt though..,” with a tap of her fingernails against nude lips she pretended to consider that image for a moment before adding “that might not be a bad thing if he suddenly did.”
As the conversation turned toward Miss Dorny, Romilda tilted her head to listen. She knew that Robbie had done her a favour with the older girl and she wouldn’t let him down. “I’ve a draft sitting on my desk at home and when I publish my first piece with my own name on it. I’m sending you a bouquet of flowers or talking you into letting me taking you to dinner. But I digress, from what I’ve been hearing from Roger, the two of you have been getting into competition over some witch and he’s apparently made time with her. I’m to play the messenger and since he has, can I play matchmaker? There’s a delightfully proper witch at the Paper who might suit you down the ground. She’s very conscious of her fibre intake.”