It really was a lovely morning! Not that Vexia ever had a bad morning. In fact, she couldn't recall one morning where she wasn't in perfect condition. Being permanently 44 was a good thing, after all, Miss Rumpos (former Co-Editor of the Daily Prophet) had been in her prime that year.
Before she had that bloody stroke in that bloody office because of that bloody insolent lying---!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Men. They were all boorish and not worthy of any trust. Except for Hoshie Woshie. He was as sweet as pie. People just didn't know any better.
Fully intending to greet her soulmate early in the morning she headed for the lounge area, hoping to find him near the coffee maker. Swooshing through the closed door, Vexia's once upon a time copper colored hair billowed behind her.
She stopped abruptly, her mouth agape. "You are NOT my Hoshie Woshie!" Ew. What was that he was carrying? "Sweetheart, is that a purse."
Oh, Merlin and Morgana. There was a man with a purse in her Daily Prophet. UNACCEPTABLE.
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