Chronicles of The Muggleborn Mafia

by violetvolpe

Influence talked in this country. Influence was power and power came from money. - When Hermione decides to take matters into her own hands to fix Magical Great Britain, the first thing to come to mind wasn't creating a mafia but man if it didn't work just fine. [A 500 words or less series] [Cross-posted on Ao3]

43. Chapter 43

I tap my finger against the wood. Dean, Justin, Emma, Charlie, and Terry were looking at their cards.

"Draw Two!"

"Fuck that! Draw Two Emma."

"Jokes on you." She dropped a Draw Four. "Sorry, not sorry Charlie."

"Naw imma have to pass. Draw Four Terry."

"Two plus two that's four. Plus two Draw Four. That's twelve cards." He looked at me. Ah shit. "Sorry Granger but Uno! Uno out!"

The MB in the hall fucking scream.

"Fuc-Fudge damn it Boots! Your effing dead to me!"

"How the hell did you have two Draw Four?"

"Statistics bitch. Sweet sweet statistics."

"Merlin damned Ravenclaws!"