WHO: Pansy Parkinson & Draco Malfoy WHAT: Being rescued from the forest WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: The forest STATUS | RATING: In-Progress | Low
To say Pansy was disoriented would be an understatement. The last thing she remembered was leaving work a few hours early on a Friday for a wedding robe fitting, and now — now she was smack dab in the middle of some unfamiliar forest. To make matters worse, it would be getting dark soon. She couldn't for the life of her figure out how she'd gotten there, much less why she had some journal with her. She seemed to be alone, as far as she could tell. Opening the journal and flipping through a few pages didn't help clear anything up, either. She didn't take time to fully read the entries, but noticed that people seemed to be carrying on conversations via them. Deciding she had nothing to lose, she turned to a blank page and wrote something.
When people started writing back to her, she didn't feel quite so alone. Though she didn't know where any of these people were, at least they were people she knew. She began asking where she was and how she'd gotten there, and had received such unbelievable answers that she almost wondered if she was dreaming. Especially when people began telling her she'd been here before, because wouldn't she remember that? Yet, somehow she knew this wasn't a dream. When Draco offered to come find her, she quickly accepted. Pansy was more than ready to leave the woods. Anyplace had to be better than this.
She sent up a few sparks to aid Draco in finding her, per his request, then waited. Though not normally a skittish person, she didn't know what all might be lurking in the trees around her. What if it was like the Forbidden Forest at school? The thought caused her to grip her wand tightly, her eyes darting around every time she heard any sort of noise. Finally, finally, she spotted Draco making his way to her through the trees. She started toward him as well, carefully stepping over rocks and fallen branches along her way. She was not dressed for hiking. "I have never been so glad to see someone in my life," she called out, swatting at a low-hanging branch that grabbed at her hair.