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✿ a s t o r i a ✿ (hothouse_flower) wrote in lockewood,

“I guess if more people thought about it, they would think more carefully before pointing their wands…” Pansy mused. She was getting a little tight and slowed down on the martini, exchanging it for the olive floating around in the glass. “Do you know… my first solid food was the gin soaked olives from my Mummy’s martini…” Pansy stopped and realized that yes, she was definitely more than a little tight. “Is that the kind of things friends share with each other, at least friends who didn’t know each other from childhood… all of her friends had been chosen and cultivated for her. Tracey had been the only exception and that had been a bit of a scandal, Tracey always being somehow lesser.

“So. Scorpius. Draco’s son and you are mates.” Curiouser and curiouser as Alice would say but that was neither here nor there. “If he is anything like his father, I am sure he is quite….” Pansy sighed, giving James a thoroughly dreamy look as if he were Draco himself. “It sounds like the world changed so much. I am not sure that I wish I was there to see it. I did… a thing… that I will likely never live down here or there, but at least here I will not likely be imprisoned for it.” She wasn’t making sense and Pansy tried to take a deep breath. She ran her fingers through her hair, that always felt good. There was a temptation to ask about Scorpius’ mother but… no. She had to speak to Draco. He owed her that. And she owed James the good grace he had shown her. “I have spent too long having my mind made up for me. I can not guarantee I am a very good friend… I have always just been me and let those who would follow after,” she laughed at his expression and put a light hand on his arm. “Don’t worry… that is not what I expect. I guess in short, or in long, I say I’d love your friendship.”