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Jayne Dough (jayne_dough) wrote in pandorarpg,

She bit her bottom lip in frustration. Why the bloody hell wasn't he talking? Didn't he realize what he'd gotten himself into? All he had to do was tell her how he knew her face, then she could let him go, maybe after an obliviation or some such thing. She didn't know yet.

In fact, in its own way, talking to him was like talking to so many of her superiors at the Ministry. She could say so much, but they never heard a bloody thing, too absorbed in themselves and politics to listen to something constructive for once. Her anger and frustration grew, unfortunately for the boy.

"So, I'm not good enough for you to talk to, am I? You think you're better than me? Do you think I just like to hear the sound of my own voice?!"

She pointed her wand at his foot and cast a spell that would make it feel like it was on fire.