Ug! It was a casual day. She did not CARE!

George felt like she'd been poisoned. Someone had laced her midnight snack (a pint of pumpkin pasty ice cream from Florean Fortescues) with Bubotuber pus, it was the only explanation.

She felt so vile that she could not be bothered with snappy clothes, and she could not even handle the smell of coffee, which was distinctly odd. She lived on coffee. It was possibly flowing through her veins instead of blood. Having missed out on her daily dose of caffeine she was even crankier than usual, Merlin help any newbie who got in her way, for she had already given a young wizard a severe dressing down for smiling too much in her presence.

George trudged into the conference room and dropped into a chair at the 'I'm important' end of the conference table. A dark look settled on her face as she stared around the room, from underneath her mane of red hair, decidedly lank this morning. Oh Bunny would not approve.