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Pansy Parkinson (en_pansy) wrote in enigma_rpg,

Pansy nodded. 'Yes, I have,' she said seriously. 'And I've been told to be careful,' she added. By her parents and Draco. 'I'm making plans to brush up on my defensive spells,' she informed him. 'It's been awhile since school. I can do basic protection spells, of course, but I thought I might want to have a little more at hand, if something happens.' She didn't have to say that the situation was looking more dire as time passed. He was a Gryffindor and a Hit Wizard so he'd know what she was talking about.

'I'd been thinking about it. Caleb was complaining about the coffee. And the biscuits. I was going to bring biscuits, too,' she grinned.

'I like desks,' she told him. 'I have a fascination for them. But Draco says there's not enough privacy at the Ministry, sadly,' she pouted, amusedly wondering if he would follow that to the logical (to her) conclusion. 'I like walls, too,' she added. Then she shrugged. 'I like lots of things.' She waggled her brows. 'Lots and lots of things...'

'Can I get you a drink?' she asked before seating herself. 'I have most liquors. Not beer, though. What would you like?'

Pansy liked the way he looked, sitting in her drawing room. Made the room nicer to have someone besides just her and the elves in it. 'No, I asked for a horse,' she explained, making a face. 'This was a surprise. And no, I didn't get the horse. But there are stables outside. And a pool so it's not all bad.'