Hermione "Tabby" Tabs ~ 23 Years of Age ~ Seventh Year (College Girl) ~ Smarticale ~ Lover of the great thing called love~
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Hey guys, wifi is really shitty what with all the snow. I'm still here! Just need a few day to get wifi back and to catch up on hw. Love you all
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Guys...I'm going to get 30.5 inches of snow (77.47 cm for the metric users out there). Do you know what this means?! I CAN BE ON TUMBLR AND NOT GO TO CLASS
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"Don't thank me just yet." She opened up the bottom drawer of her desk and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of chardonnay. "Now you may sing my praises."
"The house special chicken with some chow mein." Max gave her a small smile, sitting back at his own desk, while pulling out his phone to order. "And Hermione? Thanks."
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Grabbing his hand she hoisted herself up to straighten out her skirt. "Good, because I'm in the mood for some chicken and broccoli in that brown sauce." Careful not to trip again, she sat at her desk and took out the menu. "What are you in the mood for?"
Max watched as Hermione walked away timidly and he sighed, knowing he was wrong to take out his anger on her. He saved his document and closed his laptop, getting up and walking over to where she was on the ground. “Chinese sounds good.” Max said softly, holding out his hand to her
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Shocked, she put up her hands "Okay. But when you do need me, I'll be at that desk over there so if you need a vacation you're more than welcome to visit Casa De Tabs. I'm ordering Chinese in a little bit too so if you'd like something, it'll be on me." Quietly she began to walk away, but not before tripping on the rug and almost spilling over the vase full of flowers. She was worried about him since this was probably the first time she'd seen him be angry.
Max fisted his hands together on his keyboard at the question, daring to look from his screen at Hermione with dead and cold eyes. “I won’t lie and say that I’m fine, because I’m not. But I’m not going to gush out my feelings like you girls typically do and I’d rather not talk about it ever again so instead I’m working.”
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"Okay, no problem." Hermione turned to walk away but spun around sensing that something else was going on. "Are you alright? And don't give me the BS story of everything's fine."
"I-sorry. I’ll look it over, just leave it in that pile over there and I’ll get it back to you tomorrow morning."
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Shocked, Hermione sat back down at her desk and motioned to the empty chair facing her. "Oh, well then you've come to the right place. How can I be of service to you?"
Samantha lifted one eyebrow at Hermione, crossing her arms in her chest. “I don’t do that… To be honest I’m here because…”She sighed heavily looking down and rolling her eyes. “I need some love advice.”
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"Jeez, what's up your butt? All I need is for you to look over my article about the auction, but I can come back at a different time."
"Basically if you don’t need me for anything music-related or the newspaper, you’re going to have to leave. Now.”
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"Is there something I can help you with? Shouldn't you be in your room reading some gossip blog or watch reality tv?"
"If you do that I’ll have no other option than to hug you."
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"Don't make me throw up on you."
"Weak."
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"No, I'm staying in tonight. I have so much work that I need to do as well as job searches and writing up this article about the auction all while being severely hungover."
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Go follow my new babes http://felicity-fidget-redden.tumblr.com
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Thinking of taking another female character...any suggestions?
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"Wait, what? Someone can nominate you without you knowing? That's so wrong! What if someone doesn't want to be bid on? That's going to be one awkward date for sure, unless all you do is bid and then get nothing out of it."
"I feel ridiculously objectified. Honestly, the worst part of all of this is the fact that you can be nominated by someone else. Like I never would have put my name on that list.”
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"I don't know what I would do if I was put up on that list. Maybe just die inside a bit. Such a shame that this is what we've come to. Bidding on each other based solely off of looks. What ever happened to interest in the human mind?"
"You know, it’s kind of fun once you get into it. I mean not the being auctioned off bit, that fucking sucks. But the whole bidding thing. Like I could just walk up and bid on fucking anyone. Which is actually what’s frightening about being on the list.”
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Yeah, the Morning Report wants an article on the event and apparently everyone else on staff was busy tonight forcing me to be out. I could be doing so much more with my time than sitting here and watching people spend money on each other."
"I bid on this kid named Stephen. Considering bidding on this bimbo. But she has the highest bid and I don’t want her to think she’s important to me. Plus, my fucking name is on there, somehow. How about you? Just here for your writing thingy?"
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"What?! No, I am staying right here and I'm gonna buy myself a man! I don't care what he costs because who cares. I want one."
"You’re wasted and I’m taking you back home."
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