renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Apr 22, 2024 7:38:01 GMT -7
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Apr 29, 2018 12:49:07 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Apr 29, 2018 12:49:07 GMT -7
The trick with this one was knowing when to speak and when to shut himself up before he gave her more ammunition. Ondina consisted of all of the most useful Slytherin qualities, and had a sharp wit to boot. He knew his attacks bounced off of her with little to no effect, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t getting a kick out of slinging whatever he could her way. There weren’t too many chances to do that whilst at work, eyes always watching and ears always keying in on the tiniest of whispers. Some would call that paranoia; Renard considered it a part of the job. Everyone here was out to get the job above them, and those that became content and complacent were failures in the system. He grinned as she said she wasn’t here to make it easy for him. Of course she wasn’t. That wasn’t her way. “Who said I wanted you to make it easy? Submissiveness is boring. A sign of weakness, you know. There’s nothing entertaining about that,” Renard chuckled a little. “So don’t disappoint me, ‘kay?” That was surely going to make her blood pressure rise. Even hinting at that possibility had already gotten a reaction out of her, so why stop now? Renard’s grin refused to be erased at Ondina’s clear contempt in his attempt to usher her out of the bathroom with threats. Him, lucky? She was lucky that one of the more vile individuals that roamed the halls of the Ministry hadn’t walked in on her. If she believed for a second that he was the worst thing to come through that door and bear witness to whatever it was she was doing in here, then she needed to venture more into the deeper depths of the facility. Aside from the despicable figures that roamed those areas, any number of the half-breed or non-human filth could do the same. They weren’t classified as humans for a reason. “I’ll do you a favor,” he said, shoving his wand back into his pocket and stepping around her. “Now you don’t have to waste precious air asking me to move,” Renard added, contemptuously. “Have an excellent rest of your day, Miss Weasley.” Heading towards one of the stalls, he kicked the door open as he removed his suit jacket. He still needed to air dry everything before returning to his desk, which was possible now that the insignificant little hiccup in his plan was out of the way. [Renard End]
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
217 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:30:12 GMT -7
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Jun 5, 2018 4:22:22 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Jun 5, 2018 4:22:22 GMT -7
IT WAS PERHAPS THE MOST STIMULATING conversation Ondina had had at work since she'd begun. And that was because, as slimy as any Ministry could be, there was a limit as to would could be said within its walls. She often had to curb her irritations, of which there were many. And, quite frankly, she had unloaded a fair few on Renard in the space of ten or fifteen minutes. She'd forgotten how good it felt not to hold back.
"Well, there are clubs for that." Ondina said with a suggestive quirk of her brows. "And you can't fire me so I have... no reason to do anything you say." With a close lipped smile, Ondina tipped her head in a flip of copper curls. Though inwards she spat and boiled. But, he only seemed to like when her rage overflowed.
And then, almost as quickly as she was ready to leave he shocked her again by actually moving. Not before slipping in a barbed comment, which lifted Ondina's hackles immediately. What did he mean? Waste her breath? Did he know? She had been ready to step forward, but halted, head whipping around and nostrils flaring as she regarded him with a cautious glare. But, he was already marching further in to the men's room. Kicking open a stall door carelessly. Ondina turned, shoulders hitched around her ears, and she fled the bathroom finally.
Though, as she turned out of the door with such haste, her hip briefly caught the edge of the frame. She flinched, stumbled a step in her heels before righting herself. Cursing with such vehemence, that she didn't even notice when that precious little phial slipped from the little back pocket of her fitted slacks, and clacked back on to the bathroom floor, rolling along the tiles with a happy song. She wouldn't realise it was gone until it was much too late.
[ONDINA END]
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