InsaneJournal

RP: If I were A Boy
Date: 19 September 1997
Characters: Marietta Edgecombe and OTA
Location: Leaky Cauldron
Summary: Marietta decides it's her turn to have a few drinks.
Completion: Incomplete



Feeling like she was in second place to a Death Eater hadn't done much for her ego. She wasn't pleased at all with the way things were going lately. She kept throwing herself back into work but it wasn't fulfilling like she wanted it to be. She hoped and prayed that this war would end quickly and things could fall back into order. She did not want to have to continue sharing Padrig with anyone. Throwing Muggleborns under the bus wasn’t even worthwhile anymore.

If she were the boy, things would be going differently. She wasn’t the boy though. She was just the really insecure girl who was stuck feeling constantly jealous and angry over the whole situation. She wasn’t in the mood for going home and being around Mister-Friends-With-Death-Eaters at the moment anyways. Getting a few rounds was more her speed.

She slipped into the smoky, over-crowded bar. She hated crowds. She hated people in general. That didn’t change much of anything. She pushed her way through finding a stool at the bar and ordered her first round: A Nimble Quick. It was a girl drink. Subtle but strong. By any hopes, she’d get drunk enough that she could apparate home and by the time she fell asleep wouldn't give a fuck.

What was so great about Lestrange anyways?