I stalked out of that prison knowing exactly where I had to go but with no clue how to get there. That meant first stop: lobby.
"Hello, Mr. Snooty Receptionist." I purred when I got to the lobby. The man looked at me, his eyes turning into a glare.
"I have a name, MRS. Riggs." he growled in response.
"I don't care. I want to know where the Mr. Malfoy that's not currently attached to any kind of dolley. I need to know now. So tell me. Or I will be a bad person. My girls aren't here to see anything." I kept purring.
"Are you supposed to be scaring me?" He asked. I slammed his head onto the desk in front of him. I didn't let go of his hair, holding his head right in front of me.
"Do I have to ask you where Mr. Malfoy is again?" I asked.
Blinks were my response, and a little blood dribbled from his lip. I took that as a yes and slammed his head again. He handed me a key after that. Apparently there were muggle keys for every room. I was then in the mood to face Malfoy.
The door swung open and I looked up from my tea. I was sitting in the living room of a very fancy smancy hotel room, occupied by one Draco Malfoy. Except I was the one in there at the moment, and I was all alone with my scalding hot tea.
"What are you doing in here?" he snarled. He was grumpy. I could work with that.
"You're going to do me a favor, Draco. And you aren't going to complain." I told him in a sugary sweet voice that Sky used on the Wellington clan when she was making one of us do something that no one wanted to do. It took away all choice.
"What are you suggesting?" he asked in a cautious tone. He knew the voice well.
"You are going to get my family out of prison. All charges will be dropped. This is the part where you have a choice, you can either kill Connor, or simply put him in jail." I explained.
"Why the hell would I do that?" he snipped.
"Because if you don't I'll lie. I'll go to the judge and start telling him what all you did to me. And don't bother trying to object. I know you didn't do anything to me directly, but I will lie." I explained. Some more.
"Why would anyone believe that?" he tried to sound confident as he asked that, but failed.
Instead of saying anything to him I let my eyes brim with tears. I bent my head just right so that the tears caught in the light, and my eyes looked huge. My lip began quivering and I was no longer Ro Riggs, mother of two. Or Ginny Weasley, victim. I was every child who was ever disapointed in someone they looked up to.
"You wouldn't..." he breathed. Draco's face was full of fear that he would never admit to.
"Wouldn't I?" I crowed at him. I reached a new level of bitch.
"Well then, how do you expect me to get Connor imprisoned?" Draco sneered. Thinking he had found his way out of my order.
"I don't care. You could always kill him." I pointed out.
"Kill...him?" Draco looked shocked that the little Weasley girl he once tortured was capable of casually commenting about murdering someone.
"Yes, kill him. And then you could just zap all the evidence away. To the bottom of a lake, or something." The thought of this gave me a sick pleasure, but I refused to let my face show it.
"You've thought about this." Draco didn't ask, he commented. I didn't bother denying, I just took my tea and left.
I took my time making my way back to the jail. Not that I didn't want to tell my family the good news of freedom...yes it was. I was the Wellington! Sure the Wellington was followed by not in jail, but I was an indiviual!
"ROOOOOOOOOO!" The voice that called that across the once quiet lobby ws unmistakably Sky.
"You're out!" I remarked rather surprised. My eyebrows were up and examining them. They all looked a tad bit chubbier from their stay in the big house, not getting enough excercise. I didn't tell them that.
"Feed them." Keefer exhaustedly commanded, pushing the twins into my arms. He had apparently been given the job of nanny. The two were wailing quite a bit, and he hadn't dealt with that well.
A/N: This is short again, my apologies. The reason being I am working on another story...
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