 1/2 of the Poo Brigade MAN!BUGG<33
Moira Adrastreia Demitrakos walked in the Conference Room with her usual attire, a dark violet dress that reached down to her legs, and stylish black boots which bore several decorations. Beads and amulets and necklaces and fancy bracelets hung down from her neck and wrists, wearing matching purple earrings to go along with everything. A small gold and black striped purse was being carried from her shoulder, but the one thing that made her stand out from the rest of the clothes was a transparent, bubble-like shape around her head.
She hadn't planned to put the Bubble-Head Charm on herself at first, but just seeing the sort of environment she was in... she put on a look of disgust.
What kind of place was this?! Disgusting... revolting... rotten, she expected more from the famous Daily Prophet. Was she late? People were already down in their seats. But no, NO. This woman didn't care at all. She had spent a whole seven minutes trying to repair that sofa near that entrance of theirs because it did not look... appealing. At all.
AND WHAT WAS THIS?! The meeting table... the table was scarred. Or clawed. Whatever it was, it definitely looked damaged. Ew. Ew. Ew. It took her exactly seven steps to get to the nearest seat, and no she didn't introduce herself at first, but immediately took out a bottle of Mrs. Scower’s All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover and started scrubbing with a tissue in circular motions in front of her. There weren't any magical mess... but she wanted clean. Clean. CLEAN. Were her own workers clean?
Was it rude? She was cleaning their table, she didn't find it rude at all. Moira would scrub this table 7 times... or 14... or 21... or 28... or 35... maybe even 42... no, 49. Definitely 49.
__________________ ______________________________________________lola jones currently in america
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