There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
"I'd make a great lesbian. I look good all the time and," Romilda caught onto the rest of Millicent's statement and began to choke. "Delicious? You're not meant to munch on them Bulstrode. Surely you know that?" Glancing down her top, Romilda rolled her eyes at what the Slytherin was saying. "Bugger really? Means the tits aren't doing their job if you're looking at my belly button."
For Romilda, breasts and legs were just a distraction; tools to be used to get ahead in the business and ensure that the latest scoop in the Prophet went to her and her alone. Had she been aware of Bulstrode's thoughts, Romilda would have preened at the compliment. It was no bad thing to have Slytherin tendencies.
"No but hypothetically can ensure I get hot coffee when I want or croissants. Hypothetically means I can hang it over your head for quite some time." Rom's gaze sharpened as her smile went tight and bright, "Hypothetically speaking. Of course."