Who: Pansy & Marcus
When: July 2 - evening
Where: Abertawe Chapel
What: Discussion of Chadwick and Summerby, a trip down memory lane, and whinging about Draco.

( I know the awful things your father did to you. And sometimes I feel so guilty... )

*takes a good look around at the gardening Dimpy's done to the front of the chapel before knocking loudly on the large doors, shifting the wide book in her hand from one arm to the other*

*actually smiles faintly when Dimpy answers the door; smiles more so when Dimpy squeaks happily and ushers her in* Hello to you, too, Dimpy. The flowers look lovely.

*Dimpy squeaks again, higher of pitch and absolutely beside herself with delight, then informs her that Master Marcus is in the attic* Thank you, Dimpy.

*pauses, inclines her head slightly, fighting a blush* ... Seamus wouldn't be here, would he? *after being informed he was taking a nap, she snorted* Typical. Thank you again, Dimpy.

*heads up to the attic and taps on the door before poking her head in* Marcus?

Who: Pansy & Draco
When: May 27 - afternoon
Where: Flint Castle
What: Revelations and aftermath.

( I forked over a memory about my father trying to protect you, you ingrateful son of a bitch. )

*it's nearly sunset by the time Pansy arrives at Draco's cottage in the middle of the wood* *walks up the path to the door, eyes still red from the crying jag she had before getting here, arms hugging to herself*

*steps up to the door and then hesitates; she doesn't have an explanation ready, she looks a mess, and likely he won't care to hear why she's crying like a child anyway* *even so, she can't get her feet to move enough to leave*

*a sigh turns into a little sob, and her hands move up to cover her face* *whispers* Damnit.

*the note she recieved, folded neatly to resemble a swan, unfolded to reveal a simple enough message - "Hold this and count to five aloud."* *even knowing who it was from - or maybe because of such knowledge - she was hesitant to touch the flower charm that had been hanging around the swan's tiny paper neck*

*a few pokes of wand revealed it to be a portkey* *this was both predictable and unnerving; predictable because it was an easy way for them to see each other, and unnerving that he expects her to trust him that much* *but clearly he did know her well; after a few moment's debate with herself, she put the charm into her palm*

One, two, three, four, fi-- *the tug to her bellybutton was both familiar and nauseating - she really hated portkeys*

*she almost stumbled in her heels once on the other side, not expecting the soft grass and dirt on the ground of the forest she's arrived in* *before her stretches a lake, sunset light filtering in from the trees surrounding it, reflecting off the water*

Who: Pansy & Blaise
When: April 19 - evening
Where: Sally-Anne's party
What: Pansy's pissed.

( It's just that I love him. Isn't that foolish? )

*still giggling over the drink Sally-Anne mixed for her - it's called "Sex on the Beach," for Merlin's bloody sake! - when she nearly trips over a pair of feet trying to circle around the sofa* *she stumbles, dropping onto the sofa haphazardly and spilling drink all down her skirt*

Oh, bugger--!

*steps into the backroom of the shoppe, frowning to find the lights and telly on* Goddamn Chadwick. Can't shut anything off. Must've been on all bloody night and morning. *moves to shut off the telly*

To: Desdemona Parkinson
From: Pansy Parkinson

( Dearest Mother... )

*sitting down across him at the tiny but elegant dining table, absently removing the pin from her blouse as Dimpy sets out a small feast for them* *although Marcus appears somewhat pained at all the food being laid out for lunch, Pansy is perfectly inclined to let the house elf spoil her, which seems to delight Dimpy quite a bit*

*tucks the nametag in her pocket and takes a biscuit when Dimpy offers her a tray of them* *to Dimpy* Do hurry, elf. I have engagements I need to be to within the hour. *said engagements being work, although she's not about to say that aloud*

*Dimpy squeaks and hurries off to grab them their fancy finger sandwiches* *Pansy turns her attention to Marcus, warming immediately* How are you, Dearest? You look much better.

*sitting on a stool behind the register, flipping ideally through the newest issue of Witching Fashions Monthly* *pauses at one page, looking longingly at a set of pink Versace robes and scowling at the price listed in the corner of the picture* *sighs and keeps flipping*

*the table is almost fully set with one of Daphne's prettier sets of plates and silverware, and she's spponing steaming boxes of Thai food into dishes when she heards Daphne Apparate into the living room*

*drops the last carton into the garbage and licks a little sauce off her finger as she pokes her head out of the kitchen* In here, darling.

Who: Pansy & Draco
When: Feb. 3 - afternoon
Where: A bed and breakfast in Lake Counties

( I shouldn't want to stifle your curiosity. )

Warning: NC-17 for sexual content.

*enters the quiant bed and breakfast and pauses nearly in the doorway, eyes scanning about the foyer and front desk* *the place is charming and vaguely elegant, and a part of her is equal parts annoyed and fondly amused at Draco insisting upon showing off, even after all this time*

*shoulders her purse and lifts her chin* *walks past the front desk and woman behind it without so much as a word, heading for the staircase leading to the second floor straight away*

*unfolds the owl clutched in her free hand again, rereading it for the umpteenth time* *exhales and slips the key from the paper, checking the number on it before heading down the hallway*

*stops at the appropriate door and just stares an impossible amount of time* *there is absolutely no way that Draco, real and alive and tangible, will be on the other side of that door*

*unlocks the door and pushes it open*

To: Marcus Flint
From: Pansy P. Parkinson

Marcus

What the hell is going on? What happened? Was Seamus injured? Were you? What about Thomas? I just got home from work.

Dearest, can I do anything? Fend off the owls for you, bring food, murder someone? Anything? I can help at the chapel without Seamus even knowing I'm there, I promise.

Or I can wait and you can owl when you need me? Yes?

Don't let him see the Prophet, Marcus. It's horrible. Just don't let him see the Prophet.

I love you.
Pansy

*standing off to the side in the hallway leading to the room in which the meeting is going to be held, her arms crossed and her eyes unfocused at the wall; Daphne isn't here, and Marcus is with Seamus, which has effectively left her without anyone to socialise with whilst waiting* *although she's had to snap at Anderson for saying hello to her, and spent a good five minutes just glaring at the back of Granger's head*

*now she's beyond the point of irritation, feeling exposed and unpopular, two things she's not used to feeling in large groups; back at Hogwarts she had her Slytherins to back her, and as Draco's girlfriend, she was automatically popular*

*now? not so much*

*looks at the owl Marcus recieved from Remus again, lips pressing together in an unreadable expression as she enters the castle* *there's no Dimpy to welcome her, no smell of food cooking like their normally was* *hangs up her own coat and folds the letter up, tucking it into her purse*

*knows the place like the back of her hand, but it's large and it's likely that purposes of certain rooms have been moved about since she was last here* *it takes some questioning of a bloke who identifies himself as Anderson in a hallway to point her in the right direction of Remus's most likely locations*

*finds him in library after checking a few other places first - each room makes her feel even more uncomfortable; the memories that took place in each one, now no longer hers and Marcus's - and pauses before entering*

*tilts her chin up, settles into a displeased pout and walks briskly into the room*

You would think with the fortune Potter is rumoured to be sitting upon that he would have the sense to find a decent house elf. I had to let myself in and find you on my own.

*exits the boutique, shouldering her purse with one hand and trying to button the front of her pink peacoat with the other* *walks further down the street until she gets to an alleyway, taking a turn down it*

*it's well after sunset, and the alley is dark and empty, but she doesn't seem at all bothered* *slips the wand out of her pocket and, with a firm pop, Apparates into Daphne's flat*

*puts her purse down on the coffee table, but she doesn't even get her coat off before there's a knock on the door* *walks over to the door and slides it open*

*smile breaks out onto her face* Dearest.

To: Chadwick Warrington
From: Pansy P. Parkinson

Chadwick,

I would like to discuss your job offer once more.

At your convenience, I would appreciate a meeting between us sometime soon. Lunch perhaps? I'll pay.

Sincerely,
Pansy P. Parkinson

*exits one tiny loo off to the side of the training room, once again in her gear, although she's been much more practical this time around: there's no jacket about her waist, her hair is tied back simply, and the makeup is minimal* *a wand sticks out of the back of her spandex shorts*

*walks over to where Marcus is waiting for her on a set of mats* *no nonsense* So what are we doing?