There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
Romilda's good mood had hung around her all day like a cloud of expensive, exclusive perfume. Today was her day - the day she finally had an article printed under her name that cemented her place as a fully fledged Journalist at the Prophet. The fact that she wasn't backwards at being overtly pro-Ministry certainly wasn't hindering her career and she'd made little references over the past two years to her muggleborn roots. They were never anything she'd been ashamed of - even when she had been thrown into the hell of Azkaban for all those months with nothing but her thoughts and the four walls for company had she been ashamed of her blood. If she'd managed to rebuild herself after the Carrows then there was nothing she couldn't do.
Romilda Vane never went quietly into the night. And now, now it seemed her star was rising and with her most demure outfit, heels which threatened to kick someones arse and made her look inches taller Rom thought she could take on the world. And then she'd read The Prophet and all those nice, lovely little dreams of global domination had come crashing down upon her ears.
In short, the wanker who put the article in the paper had fucked with her plans and dreams and that would not be tolerated. So she'd made a plan. Romilda was surprisingly good at planning; whether it was acquiring the potion ingredients to make a love potion at school or working out the best route to pick up the dresses in her size at the Madam Primpenelle's summer sale, Rom could plan.
It had to be someone with connections to the Prophet - security at the building was still a little too new for an outright stranger to sneak in and slip an article into the Proofs and most of the other journalists and workes at the Prophet were good at keeping their mouths shut about their personal opinions on the Ministry. All save one not-so-little tea girl....
Fuming mad, Romilda suffered the indignity of being hauled out by one Millicent Bulstrode. Barely. "We have to do something Romilda'" she mimicked before began ticking off the items on her 'Find who screwed up her life and make them pay' list; "One, they're Slytherins and you lot stick together because you don't have any other friends. Two, it was a fucking idiotic thing to do. Three, don't try and say 'I didn't do it but if I did I wouldn't say it'. It doesn't work for my little brothers and they're a lot cuter than you are." Crossing her arms across her chest defiantly she glared menacingly at Bulstrode from several inches below eye . "Want me to go back in there? I can scream really, really loud."