 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
This morning she had woken up, taken a look at her two children and silently wished that Briar was Hogwarts age and that both of them had been at the castle right now. A few months peace would be glorious. Now if only she could have got the man on her arm to have taken up a teaching post at Hogwarts once again and thenb she would be able to breathe. To have glorious day after glorious day. Instead she was stress eating to keep herself from saying something horrible to one of the people she wasn't allowed to say something horrible to and... and so she ate anything she could get her hands on. Apples, pears, biscuits, 8 serving cakes, anything.
And coffee.
She was drinking it like there was no tomorrow. The more time a mug spent it's time at her lips, the more time she had to watch everything happening around her and again, not say anything mean. Ugh, trying to be nice was impossible.
The only downside to the amount of coffee that she was drinking was she couldn't quite focus on everything that was happening around her and she had stopped recognising when her foot began tapping or her hands began shaking. With a quick look at her plus one, she made a conscious effort to slip her hand into his for appearance sake and sighed. "Tell me you hate these events as much as I do?" Because she did. She hated a lot.
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