RP: Just yourself into my capable hands, darling! When: 30 January 2004 Who: Pansy Parkinson, Greg Goyle Where: the robes shoppes Private/Public: Private Rating: PG for now Summary: Pansy spends the day with a handsome man doing one of her favourite things....shopping. Even better, he wants her advice!
Pansy put the finishing touches on her appearance, checking her reflection in the mirror as it told her how spectacular she looked. It was her very favourite mirror, and she had brought it with her to the new house. She hadn't really asked if she could have it, much like several others of her favourite pieces that had recently disappeared from her parents' house and reappeared in her new one. And the mirror was content, if you went to the trouble to ask it, of course.
Pansy couldn't wait to see Greg. He'd been there through all of her years at Hogwarts, and even though he'd been more of a presence rather than a conversationalist, she'd missed him in the years since. She was proud of him for deciding to get back his family estate. It showed that he really knew what was important in life, she thought. And she rather thought he'd gotten smarter since he'd thought to ask for her help.
She would do her very best for him. He was almost family.
Actually, he was closer to her than she'd ever considered her brother, but that wasn't saying much given her feelings for Freddy.
Pansy pursed her lips and frowned. Maybe just a bit more lip gloss, she thought, reaching for the tube. Other than that, she was ready. And Greg would be the first who was actually getting to see her new house. She'd given him the coordinates to East Horsley rather than the vacation house in Kent. She would, of course, tell him she had just gotten the house and that it in no way reflected her abilities at decorating.