The office door leading to one of the best dueling agents in the United Kingdom slammed firmly behind a brusque young witch. The woman's tightened fists shook in white fury and her stormy expression betrayed the temper threatening to boil over as she stood there- unequivocably stunned at what had just happened.
Margarita had been summoned to meet her agent that morning and although her track record hadn't been amazing last season, she had scored enough wins to keep her in the safe zone. Perhaps she was going to get a raise or was asked to be the cover girl of the Professional Duelists Association.
What she hadn't expected was to cut from this season's roster.
Apparently, some people took news scandals more seriously than others. In this case, Margarita's latest escapade in Berlin over the New Years had earned her a rather unsavoury reputation. She didn't think it was this bad though. Being cut from the season! For causing a fight, and at a New Year's party at that? Alright, maybe she had broken a bottle of beer over a fellow competitor's head and then shoved the vice-chancellor into a grand piano. But it was New Year's. She thought everything and anything was exempt from responsibility on New Year's Day.
Hot tears prickled in the corner of her eyes, balefully urging its owner to let emotion get the better of her. The young duelist wiped at her face furiously, biting her shuddering lip in place as she stalked out of the building. In a disarray, she blindly left the building. Someone, or something hurled against her shoulder- probably someone whose path she had obstructed in her hurricane departure from the office.
"Get out of the way!" Margarita bawled at the stranger, painfully unaware that it was actually her that was in the way.