I'm feeling a bit sadistic right now, so I'm here to post a One-Shot. I haven't been updating GwtW or Different (sorry) so I hope this will fill your expectations, even for a little bit. Oh, and Merry Christmas. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ I hate snow. Loathe it. The way it stick to your skin, to the ground - it's sickening. Need I not worry though, since, like the filthy rich person I am, I have people to take care of that for me. Being born and raised in a tropical weather, I wasn't used to snow. The sudden change of temperature was a stranger to me, and I regretted ever coming to New York. The adrenaline of the hustle and bustle was amazing, and it kept me sane, but the snow - why, oh why. With my leather jacket tight around me, I pressed the button with the sign "G". Elevator music played in the background, and I tapped my foot, annoyed. We were stuck at the fifth floor, because some ratchet businessman decided it was bring-your-annoying-baby-to-work day. The stroller was stuck, and my tapping became faster. Finally, finally , the family pulled through, and the elevator started to descend again. That was why I never married. It was too much of a hassle. The kids, the pressure, why bother? I'm rich. I'm elite. What else do I need. The doors opened, and stepped one expensive shoe out. Immediately, Fred and George came rushing to me. "Ma'am, let me carry your newspapers," Fred dutifully took the papers off my hands, while George got ready with the umbrella over my head. It was colder than usual outside, and my teeth chattered involuntarily. The weather upset my mood even more, and the twins noticed, for they did not strike up a conversation. "Where is Percy?" I snapped. That driver better not be playing poker again. "Uh, P-Percy had to go. Bill is taking over," Fred said, opening my car door. I huffed and got it. Bill sat in front, but I couldn't care less. I immediately rolled up the window between us, so it was just me at the back. My Blackberry came out next. I furiously punched in numbers, my mind still preoccupied with work. "Hello?" she answered after the third ring. "Ginny. The files that we send to Three Broomsticks are still unedited and messy. I told you to have it ready by seven! Look now, it's seven thirty!" I raised my voice a little. "Oh, I'm sorry Ma'am. I thought they were ready," she stammered. "You thought wrong." Knock Knock. I could see a small boy knocking on the window. Peasants. I waved him away, directing my attention back to Ginny. "So instead of a 2 million down payment, you want it to be 3 million?" she said, and I could hear the ruffling of papers in the background. "That's right." "Ma'am, we're here," Bill had rolled down the barrier between us. I looked out the window and saw my house. Well, it was more of an apartment, but I owned all floors, so it's a house for me. Knock, Knock. Had that boy really followed the car? And Christ, he was loud. I furiously opened the door, "Will you please, or Pete's sakes, shut the-" I was cut short by the whitish material being thrown at me. It blinded me for a moment, and when it cleared, I saw the retreating figure of the boy. I was fuming. "That-uneducated-arrogant-stubborn-immature-" I spat out insults at the air. I was freezing. The snow was dripping from my hair and I didn't even want to THINK of where the snow had landed on my body. I heard giggles and saw a group of children across the street laughing. Furious, I stormed towards them, but in my haste, I slipped, and fell flat on my arse on the sidewalk. I turned redder, while the children's laughs only increased in my ears. "Ma'am? Ma'am?" that annoying Ginny inquired. I snapped my phone shut and threw it into my purse, which was also covered in snow. Where were the drivers when I needed them? Wasn't it their duty to help? I gave up on the laughing kids, and stood up, dusting myself in the most dignified manner possible. I walked confidently to my house, though mumbling the whole way. When I entered, the lights were off and there wasn't a sound. Oh, I was going to fire that housekeeper. What was her name? Molly? "SURPRISE!" came a yell, and the lights turned on. Banners and streamers were strewn all over, and Ginny, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Molly, Charlie (my cook) and Ron's (my gardener) stared back at me. A huge banner screamed HAPPY BIRTHDAY was hung in the center. Oh, right. It was my birthday. But I was in no mood to celebrate. "**** off," I told them, before exiting. \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ That had no point whatsoever. Like, why did I even make that. But yes, it's my birthday on the 23rd. Wee.
Oh my word, there are so many mistakes. Eh, you get the point. Ohhai Kira<333 ik why was this so fun to write. I feel like the queen of sadists or something ;u;