Pansy Parkinson (swk_pansy) wrote in secrets_we_keep, @ 2014-06-24 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | george weasley, june 2005, ongoing, pansy parkinson |
RP: Business as Usual
Who: Pansy Parkinson and George Weasley
Where: Parkinson Manor, Wiltshire, England
When: 22 June, 2005
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing
Pansy sat at her roll-top desk, sorting through the dozens of owls she'd received in the last hour alone, prioritising each with a tap of her wand after a quick skim. Narcissa didn't like the flavour of punch and one of the Delacour girls didn't like the shade of linens Pansy had chosen, something to do with the colour of robes they'd chosen for the occasion.
Notes like that were spelled straight to the bin.
She had so many little details to wrangle before she finished for the afternoon. She still had to drop off her dress at Malkin's to be shortened and painful shoes to be purchased to match said dress. Then she had to meet with her father at seven to discuss who she'd be attending the ball with, as Malikus demanded approval of such things.
A niggling of a headache was just coming on with Flips, her house elf, respectfully announced a man at the door who was asking to see her. The small elf looked a bit alarmed, and was very apologetic when she could not answer when asked who it was.
"I's sorry miss," Flips said, wringing her hands and not meeting Pansy's eye. "The Gentleman said I was not to say. He saids it was supposed to be a surprise..."
A quick check in her appointment book showed her that nobody had been scheduled, and so Pansy told the elf she'd meet them the mystery man herself and waved the creature off.
Her shoes clicked smartly on the marble of the foyer, accented by her irritation. It wasn't Draco, he'd just let himself in after all these years. Who would even know she was home?
And sitting on a bench by the huge wrought-iron doors of the entry was a man with ginger hair that simultaneously made her heart jump and her irritation rise. Hopefully her father was still out inspecting the horses and not lurking about the manor.
"Mr. Weasley," she managed cooly. "I was not expecting you."