Kazim Abdul (kthba) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-11 13:17:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | amycus carrow, pansy parkinson |
WHO: Kazim & Pansy
WHAT: Being perfectly innocent roomies
WHEN: Backdated a little to when Pansy moves in
WHERE: The antique shop.
RATING: TBD, depends how flirty Pansy is
STATUS: complete
It's a trap!
Amycus could hardly believe his luck. Except, he reminded himself, it wasn't really luck. All that waiting, all the months of holding back, travelling the long road, self-analysing every word, every action, finally they were paying off. Pansy trusted him, trusted him enough to accept the offer of living with him. And - he wasn't exactly an expert in the sexual behaviour of 'normal' human beings, but he was almost positive - she'd been flirting with him. It had taken all his self-control not to punch the air. Of course, the room that he'd offered her didn't exactly exist. he'd had to do some very quick and difficult magic to transform the upstairs study - small, dusty and unused - into something suitable for a lady of her standing. He'd given himself a headache using Charmed Space to make the room three times bigger, managed some tricky Transfiguration for furniture and other things, and then gone on a hurried shopping trip to buy the things he couldn't quite conjure. There was one upside. Amycus alone might never have been able to do such womanish chores; with Kazim along for the ride, adopting some elegant tastes for interior design required only a moment's concentration. It was difficult to stop thinking of Kazim as a person, sometimes. The man was dead, after all. But his mind - or at least his personality, his style of thought, moral compass and desires, lingered. Amycus hesitated to consider him a soul. That would be frightening to contemplate. He did his best to put such thoughts out of his mind and concentrate on Pansy's arrival. It was, after all, what he had been doing all this for, all these long months of waiting for something other than a cordial greeting and a smile in the corridors. He had a sharp talk with Alecto, that was the first thing, to make sure she either stayed in her secret room downstairs or made herself scarce; as much as her presence lately had been stimulating, with Pansy around she faded in his mind to little more than an annoyance. Then he spent far too long arranging the things he'd bought in her room, and the little ensuite bathroom he'd built - the plumbing had been a particularly head-pounding challenge - to be just right. When the bell in the shop tinkled, he almost fell over his long embroidered robe in his rush to get to it. He halted just in time to catch his breath and smooth back his hair before sweeping into the shop, bowing elegantly to his guest. "Pansy. How gracious of you to accept my invitation." |