pansy parkinson is fucked sideways. (queenregnant) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-18 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | fletcher parkinson, pansy parkinson |
Who: Pansy, Fletcher
What: This is a job for the Head of the DMLE...and Pansy's big brother :|
When: Tuesday, 18 January, 2001; Evening
Were: Diagon Alley, Pansy's Apothecary
Warnings: Language? Mentions of Violence, Mentions of death
Status: Threaded, Incomplete
Pansy was huddled against the counter, shaking as she wrote to Fletcher, Draco and Zach. From her peripheral, she could see the man's body lying limp on the floor, eyes wide open. Taking a sharp breath, she bit back a sob and looked away. Fuck. She couldn't deal with this. How was she supposed to deal with this when she was suffocating from the death lingering in the air?
Wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand, Pansy took solace in the fact that both Fletcher and Draco would be around soon. She hated that this affected her so much, that she couldn't handle the concept death in any capacity and yet she'd just taken a life with her own words.
She'd known that the political climate was getting bad, but she'd not realized how bad it was. She hated, too, that she'd have to tell Fletcher exactly what the man had been after. She glanced back at the body, shuddering and biting back another wave of hysterics. She couldn't--wouldn't--fall apart. Not right now.