My Meredith. My. Meredith. So not only had she just somehow run into--no, been run into, this one was NOT her fault--by Ridiculously Good-Looking Man from just a few days before, but now he had the gall to call her his---ohhh he was so arrogant, he was so---he was so---
...not a student.
It was astonishing that she had enough time in the midst of her fuming to take note of his robes, but being the fashionista she was, the very unfashionable color and logo stood out instantly. Honestly, if she needed any more reason to not apply for a Ministry job, they just had to go and dress everyone in their ugly robes and lame department brands and... oh. Okay, anyway, backtracking and---He was a---hitwizard and---she had thought he looked too old to be in school but how come he had---he was such an arse! This so turned any preconcieved notions she had had of the people out there ensuring her safety upside down and inside out. After all, if they were all arrogant jackasses like this one, then she wasn't sure how much she was comfortable trusting the hiring capabilities of the MLE.
Attempting to turn her surprise and agitation into something more useful, Meredith quickly pulled out her best snotty pureblood impression and stuck her nose up in the air. "I'm not your anything. I'd never be caught dead belonging to someone who lets themselves be caught dead in a color that looks so horrendus on them." The fact of the matter was, she was quite certain that Ridiculously Good-Looking Man would be ridiculously good-looking in any color, but that was not something that she was inclined to let him ever know. As it was, he already needed to be knocked down a few notches without her help.
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