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Pansy Parkinson (pans_parkinson_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Tsk tsk, darling. All work and no play makes Marcus a very dull boy," she teased, heels clicking on the pavement. It was a powerful sound in her opinion, and a weapon in the right hands. "I have a gala in Milan at the end of the month, you can be my escort if it doesn't interfere with your Quidditch schedule." Despite her reputation, she did respect the dedication most players gave to the game. After all, she gave no less than that to her own career. Not that she'd been left with many other options, but no one had to know that.

She made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat, not at all convinced by his attempt to downplay things. "I didn't realize Davies was so dedicated to his team that he'd injure himself," she said, then let the issue drop as they reached the restaurant. They were shown to their table immediately, and Pansy let Marcus pull out her chair. Once he was seated as well, she studied his face.

"He's quite nice looking, isn't he? Is he seeing anyone currently? I could use a bit of gallantry in my life."