AN Okay, sorry guys for the extremely long wait. Originally I uploaded this mini-chapter a month or so back, but then failed me at the very last second after I was done with everything - Murphy's Law, you know how it goes. Anyway I couldn't retype it out because of EOYs and a Chinese O-level which I'm pretty sure I flunked. Chinese has never really been my strong point. Anyway, here's a miniteaserchapter and God I wish it could be longer, but this is going into a bit of the legal system and me not even having graduated past the pre-U stage yet, is anybody willing to help me with some law issues?

Also, (I'm really sorry for the long AN, I feel like I'm ripping you guys off) I'm a little disappointed that most(?) didn't seem to get the Harry Potter character reference in the last chapter - not that it matters, it's something I'll address in the later issues anyway. I get the feeling like I'm not putting across all the vague themes or ideas across to the readership as much as I'd like or intended to - please give me the feedback if you understand (or don't) with what's going on. Anyway, read and review guys!

Post-Hogwarts (The Next Two Years)

And he doesn't know just how far I would go
Just to kiss him
He doesn't doesn't know I pine
So I make whirlpools
And watch him sparkle
And we'll make love make magic

-Starry Eyed, Ellie Goulding

The office was noticeably quiet, as all sane people tended to do on that day. It was that day when their boss Blair Waldorf would come in dressed (more so than usual) sexily-as-you-please, with full red lips and tight skirts and a bow on a finger instead of on her hair. It would be when Blair Waldorf's posture would be straighter than usual, more tightly-wound than ever (anal, as Michael Corner helpfully put it before Ms. Waldorf got wind of it and he was sent packing the next day) ; and yet her eyes redder as if she'd been crying (what a ridiculous thought. Waldorfs, especially one such as her, never cried).

More men would leer at her trading Miss Selwitch dress robes and Warloca Witchblazers for Muggle-ish tight pencil skirts and unadorned blouses (making the men of the office very appreciative of the Muggles and their sort of clothing), but they would be whiplashed away by her biting wit and acidic tongue that tended to be more violent on this day. Where she would nitpick at every detail, and generally spread as much misery and violent cheer around the office as best as she could.

This was what Jenny understood, being relatively new to the office. Blair Waldorf had hired her straight out of Ammadia's Magical Institution for Girls, as an intern to the prestigious firm after Serena (Jenny's half-sister) had helped her pull some strings.

Jenny had never really cared for being a Magical Counsel and Defense Attorney (she could never really figure out why they couldn't just be called lawyers); she'd rather be in fashion but Madam Maulkin had rejected her and Rufus had wanted her here anyway.

That being said, even Jenny knew the Rule of this day, and this was only her first year here.

Just then, a girl with long red hair throws the door open, chest heaving as she gasps dramatically. "She's here!" she exclaims, and there's a collective intake of breath as the whole office simultaneously pull out folders and stacks of paper and ruffle them and generally attempt to look extremely engrossed in the paperwork.

There's the distinct click-clock of Louboutin heels as Blair Waldorf turns the corner. She's dressed immaculately as always, but Jenny manages to discern the change that everyone has cautioned her as a symptom of extreme bitchiness. Her lips are painted bright red instead of the usual nude or peach, and her eyes narrowed into feline slits and spitting fire (more than usual) and a scowl fixed on her face.

Jenny is reminded of the show she'd loved to watch in Brooklyn, before the Wizarding World and all of its magic caught up with her. The Devil Wears Prada, indeed.

She slams the door to the office open and strides past Jenny without a word of hello. Unsure, Jenny stares uncertainly at her swaying pencil skirt-clad backside as Blair half-sashays, half-storms away in six-inch heels in the fashion that only Blair Waldorf can manage without looking like a raving drunk. "Honestly Jenny, is the Brooklyn mind exceptionally impaired today? Keep up, I don't have all day!" she snarls without looking back, and Jenny finally understands what her co-workers are so afraid of.

Jenny hurries to keep pace with Blair Waldorf – a comical sight given Jenny's long legs failing to keep pace with the shorter woman in front.

"Good morning, Ms. Waldorf. Um, your schedule for today…"

Jenny tries to hand it to Blair as she always does, but Blair ignores the outstretched memo and keeps walking.

"Read it out, Humphrey, you're being exceptionally dense today. I hire secretaries for a reason – it may surprise you that I don't just hire secretaries just to appease the social stereotypes to wear ugly skirts and to be eye candy to appease the older male customers."

Jenny blinks. Wow. Harsh, even for Blair.

"Right! Um…" she fumbles a bit with the long list. "Well, you have a meeting with Patricia Bode in half an hour. You'll be discussing if there's any profit to be made from suing St. Mungo's for negligence instead of settling it privately."

"Ah. The case where a plant is the suspected killer. The day when a trained Healer, who works with herbs every day, fails to recognize one of the deadliest magical plants in the world - the world is never without its own sense of humor, I suppose." Blair's voice is cool and detached, with the slightest hint of amusement at the man's death. "Give James the file on it and tell him to meet me in the office in twenty minutes."

Jenny scribbles down the note rather gleefully, muttering the charm as the memo sprouts wings and flies down the hall back to the office. James would be receiving the note and would be groaning at this moment – he'd just gloated in front of Jenny about being out of Blair's way today.

"Colin Madaras is scheduled to meet you at noon. It's about the Marianna Madaras case." At Blair's sharp, questioning look that reminds Jenny so much of Eleanor (when Jenny dropped out of school to work for her before realizing Eleanor Waldorf was a Class-A Bitch, even more so than Blair) Jenny falters and she has to consult the papers again. "She allegedly murdered her two children in their summer home, as well as an elderly Muggle neighbor who witnessed it all. She claims the Imperius."

Blair sneers. "Imperius. Is that all?"

"Serena van der Woodsen said she might drop by."

"Tell her not until after eight."

Jenny nods and scribbles a note to Owl Serena, before she blinks as a Paper Owl similar to the one she'd just sent off rocketed towards them. Catching it and unfolding it, she looks down at the note, where scrawls were appearing as though an invisible hand was writing it.

"Um, Ms Waldorf? Martha's currently writing in a new appointment." She watches as ink underlined the appointment twice and an 'Urgent!' appeared, rather unnecessarily, at the side of the note."She says it's urgent."

"Tell whoever it is that I'm busy today."

Jenny just kept talking over her, eyes wide as she scans the note. Whoa – this was big. "It says somebody wants to meet you at three o'clock as a Defense Attorney for an overruling of an Azkaban sentence. It specified you, Ms. Waldorf."

There's a hint of interest of Blair's eyes, but she quickly blinks it away before her eyes freezes over in ice. "Then, Jenny perhaps you might consider the need to convey my deepest, sincerest apologies to, ah…."

"Malfoy," Jenny says eagerly, happy that Blair's finally going away and hopefully leaving her alone for the rest of the day. "It's signed by a Mr. Draco Malfoy."

Silence.

Jenny's almost afraid to breathe as she ducks her head down. She should have stopped while she could have.

Damn it, Jenny. You and your big mouth.

The silence drags on longer.

Jenny waits.

Blair Waldorf still doesn't say anything, and Jenny's too afraid to look up.

"Um, Ms. Waldorf?" she ventures cautiously, attempting to peer out to gauge Blair's reaction through her mane of blond frizz. "Should I give an affirmative?"

Silence.

Jenny tentatively raises her head, but Blair's gone.

There's only the echo of a door slamming violently at the end of the hallway.

Jenny winces.

"Ouch."

Blair/Draco interaction for the next scene. If all goes well, the interaction will actually be interesting.

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