rp: the secret's in the telling Who: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy When: January 15, 1999 (Evening) Where: Slytherin Academy Library Warnings: None, as of yet. Snark may ensue.
Pansy sat in the library that evening, after a glorious dinner had been served and consumed, with her arm just barely touching Draco's as she sat next to him, journal and Potions books laid out in front of the pair. She was busy scrawling notes on a spare slip of parchment as she flipped through several pages in the book she was currently studying. She like the fact that she and Draco could sit in the library, not talking, and enjoy the same selections of books--between ancient hexes and modern potions, history of Dark Arts and encyclopedias of herbs.
Having reached the end of her current chapter, though, Pansy decided to speak up. A little conversation was always a good thing, especially when it was with him. She moved slightly to lean in front of him to grab one of the books on his side. Settling back into her seat, arm touching his again, she flipped the book open the book to the index and glanced sidelong at Draco.
"When I have my own home, I want a library that has at least one copy of all these books in it. It will give this library a run for its money."