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Pansy Parkinson (pans_parkinson_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-18 23:32:00

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character: gregory goyle, character: pansy parkinson

"Date": Pansy and Greg
Who: Greg and Pansy
What: Gregory Goyle at the Opera.
Where: Various Parisian locations
When: Saturday, 10/18
Rating: Probably sfw

Pansy hadn't been pleased at first at 'winning' her own date, though she was happy to have 'won' Greg; it had at least kept him from anyone who might take advantage of him. But as the day rolled around, she found she was looking forward to it. It had been awhile since she'd been to the opera, and though she knew Greg wasn't a fan she didn't think he'd mind this particular show so much. It was supposed to be quite violent, which should counterbalance the singing well enough.

Wearing a resplendent set of dress robes in a sapphire blue, in deference to the dress code at the theatre, she was ready and waiting by the time Greg Apparated into her living room. He looked quite stunning in the dress robes she'd had tailored for him; passing them off as part of the date as to avoid hurting his pride. The blue was a darker shade than her own, but went well with his complexion.

"Darling, you look wonderful," she said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss to the cheek. "Our Portkey is set to leave in ten minutes, can I get you a drink before we go? I know you're not looking forward to the opera, but I promise the rest of the evening will be quite pleasant."

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goyle_g
2014-11-06 02:55 pm UTC (link)

Greg shrugged. "I'm not really hungry." He had vague memories of being taken to the theatre (wizarding, of course) as a child and there being ice cream, but he didn't need to eat. A drink was a good idea, though, so he dutifully fetched Pansy's and bought one for himself. When Pansy paused to look around the theatre, Greg stood awkwardly at her side waiting for her to be done so she could lead the way to their box. Once they got there, Greg settled immediately into the chair. It wasn't as comfortable as his couch at home, but it was better than his mother's dining chairs had been.

He snorted slightly as he turned the programme over in his hands, the front featuring a stylised picture of a broad-shouldered man in a red cloak. "He looks like a Gryffindor," she complained, disdain evident in his voice. He perked up a little when Pansy mentioned his death - perhaps the goblins would get him after all. Even if they didn't, it sounded better than Greg had expected. He peered over the railing of their box at the crowd below them and the red velvet curtains over the stage. "It sounds okay." There was no need to pretend for Pansy's sake that he was more excited than he was - a thought which prompted him to make a further disgusted face. "I'm glad I don't have to be here with someone else."

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