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RP: I love you, I hate you
Who: Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint
When: Friday, 11 September 2004
Where: Pansy's flat near Wimborne
What: Marcus comes to harass Pansy
Status: Closed
Rating: PG-13 for now
It was Friday night, and most other witches her age would be out partying or having a good time, but Pansy was at home, curled up in her pajamas going over paperwork. She knew she had people who could do these things, but Pansy was not one to trust them. After all, the entire team rested on her shoulders and she took their success or failure personally. While she was a bit of a frigid bitch to her team, she did care about them. She knew that without them she wouldn't be the success she had become.
She had her hair in a messy bun and her glasses on. She was far from the glamorous girl she portrayed to the media. This was Pansy, the person at the core, who had learned that hard work really was the only way to keep things afloat. She looked over the numbers again for the season tickets. They were slightly down, but so far they had managed to sell out for the first two games, so that looked good. She blew a strand of hair off her face and was about to go fix a glass of wine when she heard a knock on the door.
Who: Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint
When: Friday, 11 September 2004
Where: Pansy's flat near Wimborne
What: Marcus comes to harass Pansy
Status: Closed
Rating: PG-13 for now
It was Friday night, and most other witches her age would be out partying or having a good time, but Pansy was at home, curled up in her pajamas going over paperwork. She knew she had people who could do these things, but Pansy was not one to trust them. After all, the entire team rested on her shoulders and she took their success or failure personally. While she was a bit of a frigid bitch to her team, she did care about them. She knew that without them she wouldn't be the success she had become.
She had her hair in a messy bun and her glasses on. She was far from the glamorous girl she portrayed to the media. This was Pansy, the person at the core, who had learned that hard work really was the only way to keep things afloat. She looked over the numbers again for the season tickets. They were slightly down, but so far they had managed to sell out for the first two games, so that looked good. She blew a strand of hair off her face and was about to go fix a glass of wine when she heard a knock on the door.