Dec 22, 2015
Lamb | Evie & Neukmin
For @ministryneuk
She was used to having all eyes on her and, even in her trench coat and a thick scarf piled up to her chin, might as well have been walking around nude. It wasn’t that she felt violated at all, but she never knew how to switch off her Veela genes and it was a much longer process to hand in a simple form when the ministry workers were gawking. “Well, at least that’s done,” she mumbled to herself, hands buried in her pockets as she headed to a nearby food stand, “What am I doing with the rest of the day... Hot chocolate maybe...”