Pig was sprawled out naked in his bed, covers up over his head, feet sticking off the end, when the sound of pounding woke him up, he groaned, looking at the clock, then threw a pillow at the door. It wasn't fucking raining, Marietta could go fuck herself. He'd not seen her for days and he'd just spent an afternoon turning in all the people at the Prophet who hadn't submitted their paperwork to the Ministry.
"Fuck off, Ets," he said, pulling the other pillow over his head. "I'm trying to sleep."
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