There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
"At least you've figured out it's sucking not actually blowing. Rookie mistake." Flicking her hair over her shoulder, Romilda leaned over the dividing wall and picked up a sheaf of parchment to keep her hands occupied whilst she talked with Millicent. Appearances were becoming more and more important to her, especially given her need to go further up the corporate ladder.
Romilda didn't want to know how long Bulstrodes relationships lasted, it was one of those personal little details that she didn't need to know. Intimacies weren't something she inspired in other people unless it benefited her in any way. "Look Bulstrode, the situation sucks but you can go to Azkaban and not get laid for the rest of your life or you can shut up for the time being, play along and become a kneazle lady and go into Muggle London for your six week relationships. You can get what you want and not raise hell at the same time."
Though...part of Romilda wondered if she could buy into the bullshit she was feeding to Bulstrode. It would be much easier if she could.