Parvati Patil (marredparv) wrote in freedom_reigns, @ 2016-08-22 11:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: parvati, g: cho |
RP: Parvati & Cho
Who: Parvati and Cho
What: Friends chat
Where: Parvati's flat above The Divine Eye
When: Monday, Aug 22 (nighttime, after dinner)
Finding out that Harry Potter was dead had thrown Parvati for a loop. Certainly, she didn't support Harry the way she back did in school. She'd looked up to him before the war, and even during the war. But after the war... sure, the Good Guys had won, but not everyone had gotten out unscathed, and the status quo had remained largely unchanged. The Ministry was corrupt, and it had seemed like Harry Potter was just a part of that whole machine. She supposed a little hopeful part of her had wanted to believe he was working to change things from the inside, but the much bigger bitter part of her thought the whole situation continued to privilege the powerful few and left the masses to deal with a post-war world where very little had changed.
And now, Death Eaters were free again, the Weasley parents and Harry Potter were dead, and Parvati felt useless. Everyone was scared, and she had to deal with that fear constantly at work. Scared people didn't tolerate uncertainty well, and they came to Vati for answers she couldn't possibly provide. It was exhausting to be a Seer during wartime, especially when she was still so new at it.
Worse, her parents were scared too. She'd ended up at the family estate for dinner last night. Vati tended to avoid her family, but the attack on Privet Drive had unsettled her, reminded her that anyone could go at any time, and so she'd gone to her first Sunday dinner in a while. Her parents had taken the opportunity to tell her that they wanted her to move home and be under thumb like Padma, they wanted her to sit on the sidelines of the world and the war. But Parvati was an adult, and she refused to hide, refused to give up on the business she'd built. So of course, her parents had responded by reminding her that she needed them, that she couldn't maintain her business without their continued financial input, and that she needed to live through what was going on in order to continue doing what she wanted.
Parvati hadn't said anything, but she knew she needed to find her own way to make it work. The business was making some profit, but not a lot, and Vati knew she needed to cut her costs of living somehow. She'd been mulling it over all day, and she hadn't quite decided what to do. So, she'd invited Cho over in the hopes that a little social time and chatting with her friend could help her figure out how to proceed. Cho was creative and unstoppable, so Vati had hope.
When she heard the floo go off, Vati limped into the living room, cane in one hand, clunking loudly with each step. Vati had been using her cane heavily lately in part because she really did need it more since she was on fewer pain potions now, and in part because she was working on cultivating an image of being more limited than she actually was while also learning to wield it like a weapon, and both took practice. She had her wand in her other hand as she levitated some snacks and drinks behind her into her living room.
"Hello, darling. Wine or whiskey?" Vati greeted Cho as the other woman dusted herself off.