vanityviper (vanityviper) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-17 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, pansy parkinson |
Who: Pansy Parkinson & Open
What: Doing rounds.
Where: Corridors on the fourth floor.
When: Saturday night, just after curfew.
Warnings/Ratings: It's Pansy. Code Bitch. ;)
Status: Open to anyone.
Note: As I said in the OOC comm I'm heading home soon, so I may be a little slower on the replies... but I wanted a thread and I will be around ;D
It was the holidays, how could they expect her to wander the halls like a prison guard when most of the school had gone home? Pansy had taken the prestige and the authority of being the Head Girl with such willingness as to be obscene, but the actual nitty-gritty of having to walk up and down the corridors looking for curfew breakers had never appeals. At this time the castle was draughty, empty, and dull. She had expected, incorrectly, that these 'duties' would be cut short with the advent of the Christmas holidays -- which, she noted bitterly, she was forced to remain at Hogwarts for because her parents had swanned off to the continent without her -- but no. If anything there were more students than ever remaining behind, and so it had been decreed that those prefects who were still in the school would carry on their duties, on a slightly lessened scale.
As several of the prefects HAD gone home it meant that Pansy had been unable to bully one of them into taking over, either. Little shits. Pansy had just passed the Charms classroom with her arms folded tightly beneath her breasts and her expression nothing short of mutinous when she heard a footstep and turned.
There was nobody there. Shifting her weight from one heel to the other, she trapped her lower lip between her teeth briefly and then announced in a loud, bored tone of voice: "I know you're there. You might as well come out and accept your punishment."
Her voice echoed a little along the corridor, and whilst she wasn't scared (who would ever be scared, at Hogwarts?) Pansy still felt a degree of discomfort at the idea of being watched surreptitiously. She removed her wand from her sleeve.