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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Mmmhmm," Susan agreed absently. "He's like that, is Richard: nice. Like Helga Hufflepuff herself descended from the heavens, grabbed his knackers in her vice-like grip and demanded that he embody the very essence of our house. That said, half the 'Puff men seem to be same. I wonder if there was something we weren't privy to?" She turned and looked at Lucy, who seemed slightly worried. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the job? You're a broom in, I'd imagine."

She groaned and then joined the other woman's laughter. "This infernal device was given to me by dear Edgar for the express purpose of him being able to drink his fancy bitter rubbish whenever he pleases. That said, I remember where the button is now so it should be fine from now on." She winked and popped her hip. "You know you don't have to show me something twice," she quipped.

"Excellent, pasta it is," she said enthusiastically. She paused at Lucy's words and turned around. "I suppose it is, but then what's the point of having obscene amounts of money if you can't have an obscene house to go with it? At least you're here to help me fill it up?" She stood there for a moment, feeling - not for the first time - oddly self-conscious about her wealth, and hoping that Lucy wasn't judging her too harshly for it. This was a house she eventually wanted to have children, and Merlin help her, grandchildren in - not that she'd admit that to anyone, even under the Cruciatus. "Well come on then," she said, recovering quickly, and leading the way airily into the kitchen. "Can you cut some peppers for me," she asked, casually pointing her wand to send a couple of peppers zooming over, and another to obligingly impale one with a cutting knife. She then turned her attention on a pair of onions and summon the ingredients for the sauce from her fridge.