RP: Dinner Date & Time: 21 September 2009 | Evening Post Type: RP Status: Open: Private Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini Location: Diagon Alley, elsewhere Summary: Pansy and Blaise catch up over dinner.
Pansy was just about two minutes away from hexing one of her bosses. Mr. Ragland most likely, she decided. He clearly had the least skill with a wand- Pansy had noticed him struggle with even the simplest of charms for the last several months. Sure, she might end up detained, but it would be well worth it.
Feeling badly for taking the day off yesterday because she was unhappy with her situation, Pansy had brought in a blueberry pie for the office. She didn't add a note or say anything to the partners, but they noticed its presence and confronted the younger associate later in the day when everyone else had gone home.
"Perfecting your domestic goddess skills, Parkinson?" Ragland had asked, smirking. "Stomach must have been upset from a weekend of pouting. A woman who has to work has a lot to pout about," the prick had said. Pansy was shocked- the men had never been all that nice to her, but never had she been directly confronted or made to feel badly because she was a single witch in their presence.
"Maybe those skills will help her catch a husband," Martin added, chuckling.
Thankfully for the men, and for herself she supposed, Pansy's wand was tucked in her desk. She wasn't even sure why, but that was it. She was done. First they were lying, dishonest attorneys who constantly underestimated her intelligence and abilities. They'd constantly insulted her family and her lack of status. Why had she put up with this for so long? She hadn't wanted to upset her mentor, but enough was enough. No one, and she meant no one talked to her like that.
She could let herself get angry and quit right now, or she could expose the bastards for what they were before leaving. Being a Slytherin, the choice was easy. Get even, then get out.
Taking a deep breath, she offered the men a polite smile. "That's the idea. I can't work forever, now can I?" Pansy giggled softly and batted her lashes slightly, making sure to be subtle. The men gave her an approving look and nodded.
"With cooking skills like that, it won't be long. Plus, those hips are certainly designed for birthing children. Not to mention the chest..." Martin trailed off. Pansy swallowed the bile that had risen in her throat. This was like a bad novel- cliche in the worst ways but painfully true. She didn't have the energy to respond, so she merely smiled and headed back towards her desk. Dinner with Blaise would be a nice distraction, and then she'd begin plotting their end.