RP: Consequences

[pb_melinda]

Characters: Melinda Bobbin, Andrew Bobbin (NPC), Draco Malfoy
Location: Slug & Jiggers then Contego Terrace
Date/Time: April 5, 2000, afternoon
Status/Warning: Semi-private/Swearing
Summary; Melinda follows her dreams straight to the streets
Completion: In progress

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[pb_draco]

"Master Draco," Cookoo hovered outside the door to the potions lab, trying to catch his attention without letting so much as the point of her ear cross the threshold. He'd warned her very firmly about that. "Master, there is a wet girl knocking downstairs."

Draco added a final stir to the cauldron, set the alert on his wrist cuff for an hour, and looked up, a non-potions reality coming into focus. "Hmm?" Cookoo repeated her information and Draco shrugged. "She's probably lost. Or she's visiting someone in the building. They'll let her in."

"She is knocking for several minutes, Master. I is thinking you must let her in. She is a new girl."

Draco rolled his eyes and tugged his sleeves down. New girl. If Thomas' history of flirtations was anything to go by, she was probably his new girl, and if so, he'd have to make sure Verity wasn't hurt - and if so, have words with Thomas

[pb_melinda]

Melinda looked up when the door finally opened. Her mouth dropped open and she closed her eyes. He was really the last person on the planet that she thought she'd see answering the door. This has got to be a cosmic joke for April Fools, just several days late she thought as she told him, she didn't realized that he lived there.

"This has got to be the worse fucking day ever." Sighing, she looked up into Draco's eyes. "Do you think you could point me in the direction of the management flat or the landlord?" she asked.

[pb_draco]

"Nice to see you too, lovely English weather we're having." Draco raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door. Melinda's trunk, her general disheveled state, and her question all led him to the beginnings of a conclusion that was both immensely amusing and slightly disturbing.

"There's no manager." He tapped his chest, surreptitiously checking that his collar was buttoned up enough that his scar was covered. Wandering around where Granger could see it was one thing; public was another. "As for the landlord, you're looking at him."

[pb_melinda]

"Yes, lovely," she said with a roll of her eyes. She watched as he leaned against the door frame and told her that he was the landlord. "Fuck, shit, wanker, bloody hell!" she spewed softly, dropping her head as she felt hot tears fall down her face. As hopeless as she felt, she refused to let Draco Malfoy, of all people, see her cry. Heaving another sigh, she wiped the water and the tears from her face before looking back up at him.

"Do you have anything available? A studio would be preferred." The cheapest room here or anywhere. A bloody closet would be fine by me, she thought as she shifted, still standing in the rain.

"Think we could discuss this inside?"