There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
Romilda would have agreed and loudly at Millicents assessment of herself. The former Slytherin was one giant motormouth that hadn't found the off or mute button. Maybe it was all part of her diabolical plan to drive the rest of the known magical world crazy. Romilda wouldn't put it past her.
"Yeah but like all banshees you can't be banished. Ever thought about a career change Bulstrode? I heard the Irish Ministry is hiring." As shots went, it wasn't her best but Romilda wanted coffee and instead she was stuck with Bulstrode and attempting to stop the older witch from committing professional suicide. The Prophet wouldn't take too kindly to one of their own bucking the official line so voraciously.
"I don't give a flying fuck who I end up married to as long as he's rich and a close friend of the Minister. Isn't that what affairs are for? To get your rocks off? Marriage is just a piece of paper." Romilda almost sounded as though she believed what she was spouting - a shield that she'd been hiding behind for so long. Shifting her weight, Romilda's smile turned empty and sharp. "Lie back and think of England darling."