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Pansy Parkinson (pans_parkinson_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Well, I meant not the details. I'm sure she already knows that I 'won' you," Pansy clarified. It had been the only downside to winning Greg; that it might give his mother ideas. Not that she didn't already have ideas, but Pansy was going to have to remind her all the reasons those ideas were bad ones. It wasn't that she had never given it, them, thought, but it would never work. She was far too high maintenance for Greg, and would run right over him. He deserved better than that. Pansy was nothing if not self-aware, or so she liked to tell herself.

She shook aside the thoughts, and glanced at the clock. "It's just about time. Are you ready?" She waited for him to finish his drink, then held out the Portkey for him to grab hold. A few moments later, they were deposited in the lobby of the Wizarding Opera House in Paris. There were other finely dressed patrons arriving as well, some Pansy recognized and nodded at as they made their way to their box seats.