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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She shrugged again, a lazy and more carefree move than she actually felt, even with as much alcohol as she'd consumed. "The war left me with a lot of enemies," was all she said, picking up her new drink and taking a generous gulp of it. She didn't want him to hate her too, especially not when she'd been so glad to see him just a few minutes ago. She wasn't sure her week could take that, too.

"Now don't be hurryin' on my account," Dora drawled lightly, bumping her foot against his leg, but she was grinning, amused by his threat. She didn't see him following through on it, not in the way she generally followed through on her own threats, but it was amusing to see a Hufflepuff acting like that.

She took another sip of her drink and slid it into his twitchy fingers before they could make her antsy. "Well, darling, I'm very glad I could make you happy. Pretty sure it's the first time someone's said that to me in quite a while." Maybe an exaggeration, maybe not; Tristan and Richard tended to be the only ones happy to see her. Mils, too. But it felt like it after this week.