WHO: Pansy Parkinson & Davis Johnson WHAT: Meeting up, getting to know one another, etc. WHEN: Backdated to Thursday afternoon WHERE: Pansy's house RATING: TBD
Pansy had just finished up her shift at Parking In The Rear when she was finally able to make contact with Davis. It hadn't been easy deducing who he was, but with help from Morag, a little sleuth work of her own, and maybe a bit of pure luck, she finally had. Just in time, too! She couldn't imagine anything sadder than not getting to spend Valentine's Day with him. She didn't know how or when these sudden feelings for him had developed, and at the moment she didn't care. All she knew was that she loved him. The only problem was, she didn't know anything about him. Yet. After exchanging a few pleasantries with him over the journals, Pansy had invited him to her house. Morag had informed her that he was a muggle, which shocked Pansy. She hadn't known muggles could be brought to this magical village, but that wasn't really the issue. The issue was that Pansy didn't like muggles. She wanted nothing to do with them, normally, but Davis... well, he was an exception.
With all the snow still outside, Pansy didn't even bother trying to trudge through it, instead choosing to Apparate back to her place. She'd only allowed herself half an hour to prepare for his arrival, which was unprecedented. She usually needed at least an hour and a half. But, she couldn't wait that long. She needed to see him as soon as possible. The house was already relatively neat, so a few flicks of her wand had everything spotless. Changing into a nicer dress, she grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. She hoped to Merlin that he wouldn't want her to cook him anything. It might be disastrous if she tried.
Taking a seat on the couch, she awaited his arrival. She hoped they could find enough to talk about. Would they even have anything in common with her being a witch and him being a muggle? She supposed she'd find out soon enough.