Entry tags:

!february, astoria greengrass, pansy parkinson

Who: Astoria and Pansy
What: Talking Avoiding Draco
Where: The Beach House
When: Saturday early evening
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete

Astoria hadn't set foot on the property they were renting for the week, not since the day before when she'd fled the water... and Draco. Today, she came slinking back to the house in the same wrinkled dress sun dress she'd worn the day before. She was ashamed of herself, ashamed that she let those two words get the best of her. She'd spent the evening wandering around, had caved and bought herself something to drink. Something that would help her forget. And she did, for awhile.

Now, she had to go back and face the responsibility of her own stupidity. At least to a certain point since she really didn't know just what was known or what anyone had been told. her head hurt, her tongue felt thick. All she wanted to do was sleep, she'd been up for far too long. But, Pansy was waiting. So, with as much dignity as she could muster, Astoria made her way into the house.