Violet pov:
I open the fridge
The bright light almost blinding me
"Fucking jesus" I'm religious.
Looking in for food scratching on my ass i yawn, i found some white bread and a jar of chocolate delighted I spread a thick layer of chocolate on the bread before staring The blunt knife
I'm sleepy, okay.
I put it into my face
I slop down on the sofa with bread still in my mouth and start to snore
Again..
Imagine being sleepy and in a pissy mood And some bald bitch just goes on talking about his right as a pureblood demanding you to follow him up all day sorry sorry protecting his ass.
Would you have punched that motherfucker in the jaw?
"Listen, mister.......get lost" i look up at him cringe all over my face "take me to your superior, you dog-" i pull him front by his tie keeping my hands on my desk for support
"Stup up before i shove my hand down that dirty mouth and pull out your lung" i raised an eyebrow at him, dammm in scary as fuckkkkkk
"Take me to your superior" he still had the balls to challenge me. I Scott poking my toung on my inner cheek "come on" i walk out with the old bones behinds me whispering insults.
We enter the empty elevator, this is so annoying. Apparently it's his daughter's wedding and wants aurors gaurding the Venue like his dogs with everything happening. His fucking words not mine
I told the dude to just go up and talk it with someone else but Noooooo the guy wanted to remind me of my job and force me to deal with his shit attitude.
Not happening old man
"When my son-in-law hears about this you will loss everything" i actually roll my eyes "don't roll your eyes at me young lady" he hissed next to me and i furrow like a dumb bitch
How the fuck did he even manage to-
Ohh, the mirror infront of me, ofcourse.
I fix my messy hair a little ignoring his monotone. Who actually cares, maybe his in-laws it's certainly not me
The tapping of his costly boot was the only sound heard till me reached one of the higher floors. The old man used 30 years worth stored energy and rushed outside i on the other hand walked like i had all the time in the world, which infact i did
"Be a little more fast" he grumbled encouraging my will to be slower i allways do listen to my inner self, why would this time be any different.
He marches forward and i mindlessly follow his, today actually marks my 5 months here, 5 months back was the awful day i steeped foot in this creepy ministry despirate for protection.
It's been 4 months since i met draco again, thinking about him i blush "fuck" i muttered bending my head down to find the fucking smile creeping on my face only making me turn more red.
Fuckkkkkkkkkk
Stop
I'm not a high school nerd looking at the popular bad boy of the school AKA her crush. I think i have spent a good amount of time in the muggle world to think like that.
"My friend" he old dude yell at a group of higher ups who were discussing something. I walk behind him reaching them a second to late, the inner peace i felt when they all groaned and didn't say anything was just......heavenly
