Mar 30, 2006 23:09
In some healer's office in wizarding London...
Fleur is sitting on the cold examination table in her thin hospital robe, her bare feet swinging back and forth.
"You know. I even wore pantiez today to make them think that I wore them often. Thiz destroyz my entire plan to make a good impression."
She keeps tapping the table. It is day number six without smoking entirely.