Pansy Wisteria Parkinson (pugmylife) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2016-12-18 19:06:00 |
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This was, perhaps, not the best day to be distracted when out and about. Although the sidewalks had been salted, they were still slick from packed snow and frozen water patches. But distracted Pansy was; she was busily looking for the ghost of her father. He'd first appeared to her two nights ago, nothing like the ghosts that haunted Hogwarts. He looked...solid. And healthy. And happy. And Pansy had been so startled by the sudden appearance she'd almost hexed him. And then she'd cried, for the first time in four long years. But before they'd had a chance to talk - really talk - he'd disappeared again, and she'd cried again. He'd appeared again the next day, shortly before her shift at the apothecary ended, and once again their talk was frustratingly cut short. Now she waded through the last-minute Christmas shoppers, trying to catch a glimpse of him as she attempted to get some food. She was so caught up in looking for him in the crowd that she didn't see who was right in front of her - and walked right into them. "Oh!" |