Who: Pansy and Tracey
What: Girl’s night out
Where: A high end club in Wizarding London
When: Saturday night
Status: Started


Pansy was certainly no stranger to social scenes of a certain caliber. There were places she wouldn’t be caught dead in that she’d deemed were far too common or passé for someone like her. She had a certain status and reputation to maintain, after all. The places she did go were often the kind people would stand outside for hours to gain admission to when she, and naturally whomever might be with her, breezed right in. On top of that, when the mood struck her nothing less than VIP was acceptable, as mixing with the more ‘common’ patrons that might be present just made her night more difficult that necessary. The amazing thing was, even though she was snobby by her own standards, her parents were still massively unimpressed with her behavior. Even more amazing was that if Pansy actually was the ambitious and productive type like oh say, Tracey, the would be just as displeased. In their eyes, the only acceptable eventuality was for her to be married to someone of suitable status. And that was one of the main reasons she was doing everything in her power to avoid it. Undoubtedly she’d soon be getting some lecture of disappointment on allowing another birthday to pass while still being unattached, but that wasn’t something she as going to dwell on at the moment. Right now her only concern was making sure that she enjoyed herself, and the night was already off to a good start in that respect.

Though there were others present tonight, Tracey was the one Pansy was most eager to spend time with. While she was the kind of person to always have a surplus of associates, her actual friends made up a much smaller number. And though this outing was partly a birthday celebration- one of a few that had been planned- it was also a chance to catch up for she and her former housemate. They were comfortably seated in a more private area of the club and Pansy took a moment to survey the crowd around them, eyes falling to one particularly attractive young man whose eyes had been drifting in their direction or rather, in her friend’s direction all night. At other times, that might have been enough to prompt a slight vein of competitiveness since Pansy often wasn’t one who took well to being less than the center off attention. But tonight she was taking it in stride. Pansy’s own attentions had been wandering the entire night, as the scenery was very…pleasant. Never mind the fact that she technically had a beau, courtesy of her parents meddling, or the fact that her thing with Wentworth was…..whatever it was. She hadn’t entirely figured that one out just yet. But it was nice and unobtrusive and covert. Grinning slyly, she gingerly lifted her drink to her lips to take a sip before leaning over to Tracey. “I do believe someone has had their eye on you all night, Tracey dear.”