||[Feb. 13th, 2013|12:33 am]
This Is Really Now
Fucking great. All I need today.
I need the paperwork for a report and for an on-assignment injury, minor.
Could you please just give me the paperwork and skip all of this?
Non, non. Je mange le petit dejeuner, et je n'aide pas les garcons impolis.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Je déconne pas, Victoire. Donnez-moi les papiers, parce que je passe une mauvaise journée, et je serais heureux de vous faire virer.
Ugh. I hate myself. It's been a long time.
First of all, his name is Charlie, not Sharly. I would assume, because you grew up in Cornwall, went to Hogwarts, and because that’s, frankly, the most ridiculous accent I’ve ever heard, that you would be able to pronounce that.
And he can’t run interference between us today, because he's bleeding right now.
Why do you think? Occupational hazard.
Non, non, non. He is a sweet boy. You are meant to be his partner. You let him get hurt parce-que--
You do not scare me.
Je sais. You may have fooled mes oncles, but--
That’s Auror Malfoy, thanks.
And you can save it. I'm not interested.
Peut-etre someone is being erratic because this is a sensitive time.
Oh fuck no.
You did not listen to my private meeting with Auror Potter.
Mais non, it is just an observation.
Peut-etre you need to work on controlling yourself. Even when you don't have your regular support system in place because Albus is--
That’s it. I’m going to kill you.
AU SECOURS! SCORPIUS MALFOY IS THREATENING ME!
Charlie, get OFF!
Aidez-moi! He is out of control.
GET OFF, CHARLIE.
LET ME GO.
MGHHRPPhh. TARKE YOURF HANS--
Oh, bonjour, Auror Turner.
Very disturbed, I think.