Espionage was supposed to be glamourous, all exotic locations and clandestine meetings at the ballet, but here she was, in a doorway in Hogsmeade, wearing a shitty wig and no coat. She flinched as a dog barked in the distance. Where the hell was her contact?
A packet of cigarettes was shaken in her face. “Nice gams, sweetcakes.” Oh no.
“Ern.” Ugh. Her eyes were dark, her jaw set with absolute fury at his cheek.
“Ria.” Another shake. “Take the lucky, pretty lady.”
Microfiche. Right. She slapped him, took it, and took off into the snow.
His eyes followed her arse for two blocks, appreciative and warm.
Prompt: Ship: Ern Prang/Great Auntie Muriel. Keywords: ballet, wig, dog. Setting: stormy night, Hog's Head
Word count: 107
Rating: PGish
Circa December 1942
Espionage was supposed to be glamourous, all exotic locations and clandestine meetings at the ballet, but here she was, in a doorway in Hogsmeade, wearing a shitty wig and no coat. She flinched as a dog barked in the distance. Where the hell was her contact?
A packet of cigarettes was shaken in her face. “Nice gams, sweetcakes.” Oh no.
“Ern.” Ugh. Her eyes were dark, her jaw set with absolute fury at his cheek.
“Ria.” Another shake. “Take the lucky, pretty lady.”
Microfiche. Right. She slapped him, took it, and took off into the snow.
His eyes followed her arse for two blocks, appreciative and warm.
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