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Millicent Bulstrode (reinventingmils) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Warded to Pandora
He had the nerve to say I ought to consider him as husband-material because his family went to the Continent before the war, so marrying him is the only way I could ever show my face in public again. You know, since "everybody knew what my family really thought about things." Said I'd be marrying "up," and I should want to, since you know, we're so poor now. And then he said it's why the company's been supporting so many charities: playing on the fact that we took a hit monetarily, but we're still giving back to those in need. Make ourselves look misunderstood. Not like the Malfoys. Do you know what he called my house, Dora? A nice little box. Good enough for a single Pureblood on her own, he supposes. It could have been worse, he said. I could have been living like one of Crabbe's cousins, over a shop. OH, I want to sic Greg on him. Have him give that prat a good dusting.

Or I'll turn him into a worm and send him to the desert. Let him roast.

Nice little box for a lonely little Pureblood still on the shelf, INDEED. Send me Firewhiskey, Dora. The occasion calls for it.