There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
"And here I thought they were a handy springy shelf on which to rest my makeup wipes whilst I cleanse and tone my skin. If only I'd known I was meant to chomp my way through breasts my life it would be more complete." Sarcasm dripped from her tone as she crossed her arms over her chest and echoed Bulstrode's arched eyebrows.
Romilda wasn't distracted from the original topic of the conversation; wheels were turning in her head as to how to go about getting a suitable revenge on Millicent. It had to be something good, something big enough to break through the sarcasm defence and really, really piss the former Slytherin off. Romilda was prepared to plot, plan and scheme. Hell, she loved to do that.
"Hypothetically speaking your hypothetical means jack shit. Who are they going to believe. You or me? Their rising start with the perfect background and who churns out Ministry approved articles?" Triumphant now that she would win the hypothetical arguments about all things hypothetical, Romilda pulled out her trump card and widened her eyes into the perfect picture of innocence that had gotten her out of more scrapes than she could imagine. "Besides, I can do this."