Pansy Parkinson (purepetal) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-12-08 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: pansy parkinson, char: wayne hopkins |
Who: Pansy Parkinson and Wayne Hopkins
When: Late Thursday night
Where: Offices of Obscurus Publishing
What: Pansy's working late.
Rated/Status: Low for now, incomplete.
Pansy sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall, then shoved away her paperwork long enough to stretch. Her back and her neck ached from sitting so long, and her heels had long been kicked under the table. She shrugged off her cardigan and draped it along the back of her chair, enjoying the freedom of just the lace camisole underneath since no one else was here.
The thought made her pause, because she probably shouldn't be alone. But then again, was she supposed to just never live her life? Not go anywhere or do anything without a man holding her hand? Absolutely not. Pansy Parkinson had never been a girl to need hand-holding, and she certainly wasn't about to do it now. The office was warded and she'd Floo straight home. Nothing to worry about.
She ticked off the hours of possible sleep on her fingers, then sighed again and turned back to her work. But just as she picked up her quill, a noise downstairs startled her. She reached for her wand- which now was never out of reach, no matter what- and felt under the desk to grab one of her shoes. Silently, she eased over to the door, holding her breath. She'd be damned if this was happening again. But- it was. The door handle slowly turned. Pansy gripped the shoe harder, fingers nearly white around the leather, and kept her wand raised. When the door finally opened, she swung the sharp stiletto hard, aiming at a shadowy head.