Pansy Parkinson

Pansy took one last glance at herself in the floor-length mirror and smiled. She was dressed in simple, flowing white dress robes that cinched perfectly at Pansy's (still) tiny waist. In one hand she held a small silver clutch purse, and wore her favourite pair of silver strappy Manolo Blahniks. She ran her hand through her sleek short black hair one last time and then made her way out of the bedroom to find Draco standing in the middle of his living room.

"What do you think, darling?" She smiled and then twirled slowly around for him.

Things are finally starting to look up.

[Private to Daphne & Tracey]

Guess who is currently sporting the biggest and most beautiful engagement ring anyone has ever seen?

[/Private]

Pansy arrived into the middle of her living room seconds after apparating from Draco's flat. This apparation was even worse then the last, probably thanks to her tenuous grip on her emotions, and as her stomach heaved, Pansy pushed past her Elf and stumbled into the bathroom.

She reappeared just a few minutes later, wiping a hand across her mouth and the brushing a dull strand of her usually glossy hair away from her pale face. She took one look around the large open room and burst into tears. I can't do this! I can't be alone, I just can't!

Not even bothering to grab her purse this time, she turned on the spot and apparated away. Seconds later, she reappeared in front of the door to Daphne's flat. Bent over and holding her queasy stomach, Pansy raised her hand and knocked hard on the door.

She'd been putting this off since she'd found out the truth over a week ago. Pansy tried telling herself she had all the time in the world to tell him and that it wasn't a big deal, but the truth was... it was a big deal. And she was terrified.

Sitting at her office above the shop, she could hear Draco moving around in the office next door. She knew she couldn't put this off any longer; after all, he was already getting suspicious about why she'd been so sick later.

As she left her office and moved down the hall to his, her face was pale with both nausea and fright and her hands were shaking with her nerves. She knocked twice on the door and called out in a slightly-quivering voice, "D-draco? Are you busy?"

( In which Pansy panicks... )

After careful scrutiny of Adrian's apartment to make sure that Tracey wasn't hanging around, Pansy headed right up to his door and knocked with determination. She wasn't the type to dance around the topic with those she considered her friends, and ever since she'd seen Tracey and Adrian going up the stairs together to Tracey's flat, she'd been dying to ask him about it. "Adrian, darling?" She raised her hand and knocked again. "It's Pansy."

Clos Magguire really was a beautiful restaurant. Even though she'd been there on a few occasions, Pansy couldn't help but admire the surroundings as the waiter led her and Draco to their quiet, private table in the corner. Perhaps it was the soft music, or the candles, or the other decoration that did it. Or perhaps it was just present company that had put her in the right sort of mood to admire the place.

Being as it was a Muggle restaurant, Pansy was dressed in some of her finest Muggle clothes; an elegant (but sexy) black Armani dress, with a nice little wrap to keep her shoulders warm. As they neared the table, she slipped off the wrap, pausing for just a moment by her chair to see if Draco would hold it out for her.

"There, a glass of wine for each of us," Pansy remarked as she handed a glass of white wine to Tracey and kept the second for herself. Lowering herself demurely to the chaise lounge, she took a careful sip of the wine and smiled. "Delicious. So, Tracey-" She took one more small sip and then set the glass down on the coffee table. "How was Milan? I heard you called Daphne a hag."

Pansy looked around the large, tastefully decorated living room in Draco's new flat. She considered it "tastefully decorated" because it had, of course, been decorated entirely by her. She thought it had turned out perfectly.

"So," She remarked as she sat carefully down on the edge of the new sofa, legs crossed elegantly at the ankle. "How do you like your new flat, Draco?" They'd picked it out a few days ago but today was the first day he'd seen the finished result and she was anxious to hear his opinion.

Pansy Parkinson was not pleased at all. The shop girl scheduled to work today had owled in sick, and since she couldn't find anyone else to cover for some reason, it seemed like she was actually going to have to work the floor of her own shop. Pansy really hated working, at least in this sense.

She stood behind the counter, arms crossed, nose up in the air and half-hoping for the first time in awhile that today wouldn't be busy. She also really hoped that none of the self-entitled snobs who sometimes shopped in her store would come in today, because she was definitely not the type to coddle or to be subservient.

When the bell over the door jingled, Pansy groaned and glanced over at the door to see who had decided to help ruin her day.

[Warded private to Daphne and Tracey]
Just thought I'd let you girls know that I'll be in France for the next day or two. I've finally convinced Draco to move back to England, and he needs some help wrapping up all his loose ends and such. Besides, the shopping in Paris is always wonderful.

And no, Tracey, we are not sharing a bed. Don't give that look, I know you were thinking it. Actually, if I was to be honest with myself, I actually thought about it- no, nevermind. I didn't. Oh, this is ridiculous.

Pansy Parkinson was tired of sending an important owl from England to France, just to receive a one line reply from the man she considered to be one of her closest friends. This time, with the news of the past week weighing on her mind, she'd decided to bypass the usual disappointing owl and head straight to France to talk to Draco herself. In her opinion, it was time he got himself back to England.

With a polite 'Merci!' to the doorman who held open the door, Pansy slipped inside the rather posh building in which Draco lived, and headed immediately towards the lift. Her pointed black Minolo Blanik tapped against the carpet as she crossed her arms impatiently and waited for the lift to carry her up to the penthouse apartment. When the doors opened with a pleasant "ding", Pansy was faced with a long hallway painted a soft beige color and carpeted in a plush blue. Her heels sank slightly with each step as she headed out of the lift and down to the door at the end of the hallway. Pausing for only a moment to adjust her fashionable black robes (from her own shop, of course), she then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

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