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Pandora Montgomery ([info]pandacharms) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
"Oh darling, so jaded," Panda said, pouting her lips at Julian in sympathy. "Some amount of familiarity makes it more fun." She had never understood his preference for one-night stands. She'd had a couple and they made her feel worse about herself rather than being fun and everything he seemed to find in it, even if it did feel briefly good. But she smiled at him, for she'd never minded being a hug toy every now and again if he needed it. Her cousins and her siblings were probably the only ones she had ever really slept with, in the sleeping-only sense.

She kept an eye on Tristan, a small smile playing on her lips, as she watched him taste his ice cream for the first time in so long. she could still remember doing that after Azkaban as well. She took a bite of her ice cream, mmming quietly to herself.

"A broom would be good for you, yes," she said, focussing briefly on her ice cream so that no one would be able to tell she was thinking about how her broom was still her school broom, a very good one at the time but with some age on it. She'd yet to be able to justify buying a new one since she'd started receiving a better income, and before that it had been impossible to get a new one. "We'll have to hit around bludgers sometime soon, then. I have some bludgers and bats. Julian never plays with me any more." She pouted at him again over her dish of ice cream.


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