 A Poop * k8 *
More eye rolling from Lynley Purcell. One day, her eyes were going to roll right out of her head, she just knew it. But it wouldn't be her fault--OH HO HO, NO--it was everyone else's for being absolutely ridiculous 98% of the time. Why couldn't people be normal? Be behaved? Or at least civilized? "No. I'm your boss. Not him." Sigh. This one...was going to be a handful.
She didn't even want to know his business. Not at all. So no comments here.
Regardless of whether he wanted to wear a monkey-costume or an actual suit, Lynley waved her hand at him. "A suit isn't necessary for everyday work, child," she said condescendingly, her tone...sharp. "Just not JEANS." Because NO.
"I can tell. You have a lot to learn," she glared at him. "Don't be late tomorrow. You're on my list, Mr. Stark," she brushed past him roughly.
List of death NBD
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |