Pansy Parkinson (![]() ![]() @ 2015-02-04 06:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, 1998-february, character: pansy parkinson, character: theodore nott |
Who: Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott
What: I really wish I could say
Where: Slytherin dormitories
When: Monday evening
Rating/Status: TBD/In progress
On of the perks of being a girl at Hogwarts- there were, after all, a few- was the ability of the fairer sex to get into the dormitories of the darker one. It was a ridiculous old-fashioned notion that the girls wouldn't get up to in the boys' dormitory exactly what the boys would in the girls', more or less, but Pansy wasn't about to protest the privilege.
She rarely protested any privilege at all.
Rather, she took advantage of them; this evening was a case in point. There was nearly always someone hanging about in the girls' room, brushing her hair or painting her nails or sprawled out on her mattress. It was a terrible place to talk privately, not that she could have with Theodore at any rate. The Common Room itself was worse of an evening, given that Slytherins mostly kept to themselves in their free hours.
In contrast, the boys' dormitory was usually more or less empty until curfew in Pansy's experience. The lads went in and out to get things, but very rarely lingered before they were ready to actually sleep. They also tended to respect each other's privacy a little better than young women did; add to that the fact that there was one less person living in this room now to walk in by chance, and it was as intimate a setting as one was likely to get outside of the Prefect's bathroom. And Pansy wasn't interested in quite that sort of intimacy at present.
She wrote a quick note to Theodore in her journal- Make your excuses and go to bed, Theo. Now, please, before tucking it away and arranging herself prettily on his bed to wait, skirt flared around her and feet tucked up under it. She never could resist a little drama where her friend was concerned.