Pansy Parkinson (likeapansy) wrote in worldscollide, @ 2008-02-26 20:39:00 |
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Pansy fingered the wand in her waistband. In school, she had been yelled at for keeping it there but the only other place she felt comfortable leaving it (where she would feel it if someone was trying to steal it) was in her boots, but it was a long way to reach in case of an emergency and it was always good to have one’s wand close at hand in Knockturn Alley. Especially Knockturn Alley.
Pansy pulled her robes tighter around her because although she was starting to get used to outings such as these, it didn’t mean she liked them. She whispered in a low voice to the man behind the counter. Her eyes narrowed and softened at all the right times. Being a woman, the key was to be attractive in a distracting way and sweet so they wanted to help you, but also firm so they didn’t bullshit you.
“It’s authentic, I swear,” Pansy insisted in a hushed tone opening the box in front of her a little and readjusted her leg to reveal a little bit more. She saw where his eyes went as he handed her the galleons. And as the money hit her palm and slid into her pocket, her robe slid firmly shut too.
Dream on, she thought as she exited the store, doing a quick glance around for any suspiciously curious eyes.