Characters: Malcolm Macnair & Marietta Edgecombe Setting: Lunch time, Ministry Lobby Summary: SCENE LOTTERY; I don’t really want to go Rating: Mild most likely
Malcolm tossed a couple of knuts to the newsagent and walked away from the tiny stall, flipping through his paper. The lobby was hardly even any more bustling than it was during the morning or evening rush, people coming to work or heading home, except for lunch time. Not everyone left at once so there was a steady wave of laughing coworkers walking in or out of the building.
Malcolm wasn’t usually one for lunch himself, he ate breakfast and dinner and either skipped eating midday or grazed if he got hungry enough. Instead he’d picked up a tea and bought a paper from the stall and settled in next to the fountain for a short break. He could spend half the time he had for his break and leave that much earlier at the end of the day. He flipped through the Prophet, reading through the more interesting articles until his tea was almost half gone. He wasn't quite as ready as he normally was to head back to his department but he'd wasted enough time. Without glancing around he stood up and stepped away from the fountain, jerking back when he saw the woman he was about to bump into. The action caused him to bump against the fountain and spill the tea down his front. Mother fucking bitch can’t fucking keep your damn eyes forward when you’re walking I should But despite the angry thoughts in his head he smiled warmly and nodded at Edgecombe, pulling his wand out to clean himself up. “Didn’t get you did I?” He asked, keeping his insults and threats in his head.