Bad Day
Who: Lily and James When: Friday after work Where: "Home" Warning: PG-13 (language)
"That stupid fucking waste of space," Lily spat as she stormed into their hotel room, closing the door as quietly as her temper would allow. Without stopping to catch a breath, she pulled off her shirt, hurling into the far corner of the room, and grabbing another, nearly tearing it in her haste to get it off her head. "He just can't keep his damn hands to himself."
It was petty, Lily knew, to get upset over some stupid Muggle factory overseer who insisted on groping the females on his line, but there it was. Her body was the only thing she had left that she could control most of the time, and it upset her unreasonably when that control was taken away.
"I should hex his bollocks off," she added, glaring at the wall as though it had grown hands of its own.