There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
Romilda was supremely pissed as she stomped her way through the Ministry on impossibly high, needlepoint heels that were spiky enough to match her mood. The only good thing to happen so far this morning had been waking up in her own body and even that was tempered by the reminder that her almost-finished manuscript had been in her drawer when some asshat had blown up 'The Prophet'. People took one look at her face and the crowds parted before her; she had one thing on her mind and that was getting caffeine quickly into her bloodstream.
Her landlord had neglected to mention that the hot water had been turned off for renovations and Romilda's mood was edging quickly into dark. She wasn't unhappy about working at the Ministry but there was a prickling feeling between her shoulder blades that reminded her that she would have to be on her very best behaviour whilst she was there. Especially if Ms. Dorny decided to look into what she had been getting up to.
All she wanted was caffeine. Dark, bitter coffee that would go some way to alleviating the pounding at the back of her head and moving towards the kitchenette, Romilda's mind was already on that first gulp when her arm was snatched and she turned on them, murder in her eyes. "I didn't realise everything had to be run past you. Want me to tell you when I'm going to the toilet so you know about that too?"