Pansy Parkinson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pans_parkinson_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2014-09-10 13:44:00 |
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Who: Pansy and Marcus
What: Lunch and gossip
Where: Bella's, an Italian restaurant in Diagon Alley
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: Probably SFW
"...if I don't have those papers in my office by three o'clock, Morgan, I'll be very unhappy." Pansy's voice was pleasant on the surface, but only an idiot would miss the underlying threat. Pansy Parkinson was not a woman to make unhappy. She disconnected the Floo, and looked at the clock. "Nattie, I'm going to lunch. You'll stay here, and as soon as those papers come bring them to me."
The little House Elf nodded, and Pansy dismissed her. Marcus would be here soon, and she was looking forward to lunch. It had been too long since she'd taken time for herself; this Nimbus account was eating every moment of spare time she had, especially because she had to deal with imbeciles like Anthony Morgan, who thought because she had breasts he could try to undersell her. She was going to have his balls on a platter by the time she was done.
She checked her appearance one last time, satisfied that the cut and color of her recent acquisition suited her perfectly. She and Marcus would make a striking couple out to lunch, and appearance was everything. She smoothed a few stray hairs into place and touched up her lipstick just as the door opened and Marcus entered.
"Darling, prompt as ever," she said, and air kissed his cheek. "I made reservations for us, so they should have a table waiting when we arrive."