There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
"Oh fuck off Bulstrode and go find someone else to inflict your cheerful opinion on. I've not had enough caffeine to deal with you this morning." There were some days she actually enjoyed snarking with the older girl but today she could barely tolerate the sight of her own face let alone deal with anybodys else.
Pushing her hair irritably out of her eyes, Romilda wondered why she'd not simply owled into work and indulged in a long afternoon in bed and a pedicure; simple actions that might have gone some way to alleviating her mood. There was only one reason that she had come into work and that had everything to do with wanting to desperately climb that ladder and be done with the problems of others. Something was off about Bulstrode - her ranting seemed to have a purpose this morning and it was with a tiny piece of interest that she watched the brunette point out pictures.
The way Romilda stilled at the mention of Morags name was barely perceptible but it was still there. Morag was a friend and interest had her leaning over to see what was being said about the blonde. There, underneath a blurb about sexuality was a picture of her friend - the one who worked heart and soul for the Ministry denoting her as a homosexual."The fuck?"