WHO: Pansy & [OPEN to anyone interested in modeling for her, plus Draco if he wants. xD] WHAT: Modeling. WHEN: Late afternoon, following this. WHERE: Her studio apartment, because even in L.A., she's a rich bitch. RATING: TBD. STATUS: Incomplete.
Pansy sat at her desk near the large window of her apartment, a pile of colorful material bunched up in front of her. She'd asked about those who were interested in modeling a few of her new outfits, and now she was just waiting to see who was going to actually show up. She had a bunch of dresses that needed to be hemmed and sized a little, and she needed someone to be wearing them as she made those minor adjustments.
This was definitely a far cry from home, but a lot of the people she'd known there were now here, Draco included, so she didn't feel so out of place. She was going to need to do a lot of adjusting on her own, but she was a Parkinson, and on top of that, she was and always would be a Slytherin.