RP : For old time's sake. Date: January 30th - late evening Character(s): Pansy Parkinson & Draco Malfoy Location: Some Muggle pub in London Status: Private Summary: TBA Completion: In progress
Why Pansy was walking around the city this time of the evening in typical London weather, she didn't really know herself. Maybe it had something to do with her days setting up the Hotel for the grand opening on the Valentine's Gala; maybe it had to do with preparing for the gala event itself. She couldn't really be sure. All she knew was that she needed to get out of the office, mind spinning and feeling as if she was barely keeping head above water. She needed the fresh air. Being cooped up in the office all day, dealing with administration, giving out orders and double-checking every little thing for the nth time surely took its toll. At the end of the day, her mind wouldn't stop. Thoughts would keep mulling around, having her doubt decisions and details she didn't want to think about until the next day. She had to tell herself she was doing fine. They were well on schedule and they would be done in time. Everything would work out fine.
But the doubt crept anyway.
So instead of going to an empty home -- Marius was out on business for the weekend -- she walked around London. Pansy wished she'd worn a warmer coat. January was cold and the wind blowing from across the river certainly didn't do much good for the temperature either. Shivering, she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. Maybe she should just go for a drink -- or two; or three -- to dull the thoughts and to warm her body. There was no one home but the elves and they certainly didn't enjoy her company, so maybe she should show them some compassion and leave them alone for the night. She snorted, rolling her eyes as she rounded a corner. 'Yeah, right.' Compassion wasn't really a trait typical for Pansy Parkinson. Besides, she felt more like enjoying the alcoholic buzz.
Half-way down the street, she noticed a pub that didn't seem too crowded. She'd find a booth there, glare at the drunks who tried to make a move on her until she was drunk enough herself to have a laugh at them. That sounded more like a plan she liked. She had almost reached the door, when someone knocked into her shoulder, sending her stumbling for a few paces. "Look where you're bloody well going, you ignorant git!" She snarled, quick to regain her balance.