Who: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson What: A place to hide. Where: Pansy's cottage When: Tuesday night, after Pansy receives an owl. Rating: PG?
Pansy was nearly panicked. The owl she had gotten from Draco had made her stomach tie itself into a knot, and she knew it wouldn't ease until she saw him. It wasn't a surprise that Lucius Malfoy was interested in seeing his son. She had expected to hear that he was around sooner or later. But so soon... the group of Death Eaters were moving fast, and that didn't bode well. Fiddling with the kettle, she lit her stove and put it on, mostly for something to do with her hands. And, well, when in doubt, make tea. It had been something she learned from her mother, and was a useful bit of advice. She had a feeling a warm drink would be needed once Draco was safe inside.
She felt a pulling at the back of her mind; her wards were being set off. Wand in hand and a list of curses scrolling past her mind just in case it was an unwelcome guest and not her friend, the dark-haired witch exited her house and made her way to the edge of her property. She recognized Draco as the one standing there, and she let out a sigh of relief.
"Come on. Let's get you inside." She reached out and took his hand, giving him passage through the wards. What had earlier seemed like paranoia as she reset, strengthened, and added to her warding now was a blessing; it would be hard for anyone to break in. Pansy would the moment someone started to mess with them, and it would be enough warning to flee if needed.