RP : The Belle of the Ball
Date: 22 November 1999 Characters: Pansy, Rodolphus, Rabistan, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco, Blaise Location: Parkinson Manor Warnings: High levels of snobbery Summary: Pansy becomes a woman. Open/Closed: Open to purebloods Status : Incomplete
Pansy Parkinson looked at herself one last time in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She had to admit, even to herself, she looked flawless. She had spent six hours getting ready, but it truly showed. Her brownish auburn hair was piled on top of her head in a mass of artfully arranged curls. Her strapless winter white gown made her pale skin glow. Her long neck was covered in a diamond and emerald choker that her own mother had worn at her coming out.
There had been no expense spared for the ball. Her mother had floo'ed in hair and makeup artists from Milan. The food came from the hippest, newest place on Diagon Alley. The flowers had been brought in from Merlin only knows where. The Parkinsons were out to show that while after the war their name may have taken a hit, their Gringots Vault was still plenty full. It was ostentatious, but they felt it was the least they could do to ensure Pansy the future she deserved.
Pansy took one final look then slipped on her impossibly high silver heels. She was fastening the last strap when a soft knock was heard on her door. “Miss Parkinson? It is time.” said the soft voice of her mum's social secretary.
Pansy nodded and began the journey to the grand staircase that lead into the ballroom. She let her “Perfect Pure-blood Princess” persona wash over her. The only thing that betrayed her was the butterflies in her stomach. She hoped Rodolphus would come. She wasn't quite sure what his glamorized face would be, but somehow she knew he would let her know. She was trusting his promise that she would not have to marry beneath her. Just before the giant double doors were opened for her to make her grand entrance, Pansy closed her eyes and remembered their kiss. She had just a split second and then she put it all away. It was showtime.
A loud voice echoed across the ballroom. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Miss Pansy Arabella Parkinson.” Music swelled and Pansy walked down the stairs into her future.