"What's the big deal?" Ron was busy tapping his own against his jaw as he watched me fill out his bank forms.
"The big deal is that he didn't hire me because of my merits. I could have come in there with a degree is espressso, but one wrong feature and he wouldn't have given me the time to day!" When his glass expression didn't falter I sighed and resigned myself to my unfortunate fate, "it's just not right, alright?"
He shrugged, glancing upwards. The vaulted ceilings seemed to be his favorite part of the Munciler Bank. Well- that and the lollipops. Malfoy and his friends were huddled in a corner hissing amongst each other. They'd insisted they didn't need help, but even a fool could see the steam rising from their ears as they puzzled over the forms.
Luna was scribbling in the boxes, completely independent. Ravenclaws were my favorite students.
"The big deal is that she wants to be appreciated on things worth appreciation. If someone only wanted you around because your hair was red how would you like it?"
"Completely unrelated," nevertheless he seemed to understand even if he didn't say so out loud. I was just finished with Ronald's form when a dark shadow blocked the light streaming from over head.
Blaise stood before me, arms crossed in a sulking kind of way, "you win, mudblood. Now help us." Ron and Harry were quick to hop to my defense, but I had a secret weapon of my own.
"No," I returned Ronald's form and stood, "since your mouth is so foul you'll figure it out." Pansy pushed past him, rolling her eyes at his foolishness.
"You don't know how to talk to people, do you?"
He snorted. That answers that.
"What's a social security number?" She kept her distance and her lips were twisted in barely contained disgust, but her grade was tied to mine and so I handed her three greenish cards with nine digits printed on front.
"You see what politeness gets you?" She turned on her heels leaving Blaise to trail afterwards.
I know it's short, but I'm also forcing myself to write so review and I'll keep trucking