RP: Cousins WHO: Pansy Parkinson, Delaney Casey, brief mention of Agravaine Vaisey WHERE: St. Mungo's WHEN: August 3, 2000 WHAT: Pansy is running errands. inCOMPLETE
Pansy hurried down the polished Ministry corridors with a heralding rapid click of her slightly out of fashion high heels. When she allowed herself to think about it, it still pained her to know that she wasn't at the height of fashion as she was bred to be. But with all three male members of her immediate family in Azkaban for backing the wrong side in a civil war, there was little she could do about it even two years and more past the Battle of Hogwarts. It took all of the passive earnings of her dowry vault and the few scattered rental properties that the Ministry hadn't seized to pay the property taxes and upkeep on Parkinson Place. Her salary, while enough to keep her and her mother fed and clothed was too modest to allow her to splurge very often on the pretty things that she craved.
Shoving aside thoughts of money once more, she continued on her way pausing only to nod at people of rank and to exchange a few stiff words with Agravaine Vaisey when they met in the lift. They had never been more than merely pleasant to each other and now it physically hurt to see him walking around free knowing that not only did he bare the same Dark Mark as her father and brothers but that he was just as much a traitor to them as she was.
Finally, she was outside and able to Apparate to St. Mungos where she was delivering important papers to a Wizengamot elder who was spending a few days there after a nasty case of the Thunderbird Flu. She hated going to the hospital but she refused to acknowledge why.
It, like a Quidditch Field in mid-game, was a place where Possiblities tangled and seethed and the urge of her curse to Look at those lines of fate made her head ache and gave her nightmares added strength for days afterwards.