Ten Random Strains of Thought: HP

by J. Maria

Two peeks into the possible futures of Millicent Bulstrode. Challenge fic: play ten songs randomly and write a ficlet within the length of the songs. Part 4 of 6.

1. Nothing Comes to Mind

Series: Ten Random Strains of Thought
Title: Nothing Comes to Mind
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Rowling owns em
Spoilers: None, AU!verse.
Pairing: Millicent/Fred
Song: Shes a Rebel - Greenday
Words: 103
A/N: Set in the Interoffice Stereotypes verse.

Nothing Comes to Mind

"Don't even start with me , Weasley. I've had it up to here already," Millicent shuffled into the joke shop, her eyes hidden by the thick sunglasses. She was already regretting the copious gallons of firewhiskey she'd downed at the hen party the night before. "Ugh, have I mentioned how much I hate you for getting me invited to that again?"

"I had nothing to do with it. It was your winning personality -"

An inkwell went sailing past Fred's head. He managed to duck and miss being hit by it. He didn't miss the wooden box that dropped onto his head, however.