Pansy Parkinson (en_pansy) wrote in enigma_rpg, @ 2009-01-11 12:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 2004-01, character: pansy parkinson, retired character: theodore nott |
RP: Missed me?
When: 11 January 2004
Who: Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott
Where: the Time Turner, Theo's antique shop
Private/Public: Private
Rating: Pansy is sooo hoping for adult!
Summary: Pansy hasn't heard from Theo since New Year's Eve and decides that that has been too long. Pretty man, lovely antiques...? She's wondering why she didn't go sooner!
Pansy finished her owl to Caleb and sent it off with her owl, pleased with herself. One handsome man down and one to go, she thought to herself. She looked up into her mirror and double-checked her appearance, scrutinizing herself from all angles. Content with what she saw, she smiled and stood.
Before leaving the room, she dabbed a little scent to her wrists, her throat, and the hollow between her breasts. She was ever hopeful, after all. Twitching the skirts of her robes into place, she went downstairs to apparate to Diagon Alley.
The trip was nauseating, as usual, but she had a handsome man to see so she ignored the uncomfortable feeling until it passed. The Leaky was harder to ignore. Surely they could come up with a better way to enter Diagon Alley????
But, handsome man. Lovely man.... Focus on the important, Pansy told herself. Smiling in anticipation, she strolled down the alley towards the antique shop. No need to be all red-faced and out of breath, after all.
The shop was closed when she arrived, and she stood looking at the sign for a moment, biting her bottom lip. She probably should have owled, but she hadn't thought of it. And she certainly wasn't going home after coming all the way out there! She scanned the front of the shop, finally spying a bell.
With a quick spell and flick of her wand, Pansy charmed the bell to ring, the chime sounding suspiciously like her name. She decided she liked the sound and did the spell again, hoping to remember it so she could use it on that monstrosity of a house she now owned.