|Marietta Edgecombe (ex_edged72) wrote in strugglewithin,|
@ 2008-11-01 18:27:00
|Entry tags:||*complete, alicia spinnet, august 1997, marietta edgecombe|
Date: August 1st, 1997
Characters: Marietta Edgecombe and Alicia Spinnet
Location: Random Deli, London
Summary: Marietta is the H.B.I.L (Head Bitch In London) but she is also a bit nutso.
Madame Umbridge had insisted that Marietta go grab them both something to eat and bring it back. She felt a bit like a child being kept away from all the action. She didn’t much appreciate it but she knew when to bite her tongue and when to do as told. She accepted that her role as of the moment was the keep her mouth shut and do as she was told. Sometimes she didn’t think it was enough. She didn’t trust her fate to some washed up, middle aged spinster with a fondness of the colour pink and ceramic things. Yes, she could stomach working for her and had a strange sympathy for her but that didn’t mean she wanted to be her or thought she was always correct. One day, Marietta would have her job and do it twenty times better than she could ever dream to do it. For now she’d continue to brown nose and do as told even if it did piss her off.
There was Padrig to take into consideration though. What if Umbridge fucked everything up and something happened to him? Marietta always had to read the fine print in what she was writing. She was always looking over her shoulder to protect him (and anyone else that mattered to her which didn’t account for that many people). Things were always precarious between them but that didn’t mean she’d allow something to happen to him. Hopefully this new minister would be worthwhile. Marietta did know there were a few changes set to occur that being one of the first. Scrimgeour was a fool anyways. They could do better. She didn’t honestly care how they got him to step down. She might have had something to say if she knew how they were doing it though. In this case, ignorance was a good thing.
“Two bags of low-fat crisps … er, make that one bag … the other can just be regular crisps and two sandwiches. One will be roast beef on rye with no condiments and the other will be turkey on white with the crusts cut off. Dijon Mustard and some lettuce. No tomato. I’ll be needing a scolding hot earl grey tea and a water as well… ,” Marietta ordered of a meek looking male in a corner deli. It was muggle operated but it was close to the Ministry and they normally made decent enough food. She didn’t even had to say it was to go. They knew her face well enough to know they better get it right and it better be easy for her to carry or else. She preferred to pass on the order and not have to say much else. They had better not make her wait for long either. She took a seat at a table and waited for her number to be called to pick it up.