There Is Nothing I Do Better Than Revenge (terribly_vane) wrote in afic,
Romilda smirked, effectively breaking the affect her face was having on Bulstrode. "I know but I don't need to look like bambi to get the articles but to get out of doing the articles I don't want or doing something wrong, it comes in handy." It worked with her dad too, which made it alarmingly effective.
The chill of the ground was seeping through her feet, there was a damp spot on the toes of her tights and she wished desperately for a pair of her shoes. Or her want.
"I might make a shit lesbian but you make a shit Slytherin. What happened? Did you get lost on your way to the Burrow or is all your cunning and stuff in your other ugly dress?" As much as she wanted revenge on Bulstrode for her stunt - and she would be getting that revenge one way or another - Romilda didn't know if she could be responsible for putting another human being into Azkaban. She knew all too well what Azkaban was like; the chill, the dark, the aching that you never quite got arid of. Anything was better than Azkaban. Even Bulstrode. "You could stop being so pants at subterfuge. Look, just..keep your mouth shut and your head down. Its not hard Bulstrode. Really. Even you could manage it."