Who: Slytherin Girls (and anyone they happen to bring with them.. I suppose.)
Where: Kitchens
When: After Dinner.
What: Pansy knows the way through the heart is the stomach and she’s a woman with a plan of action. She’ll call it Operation Cupcakes.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Status: Incomplete/Pending



Pansy was entirely too thrilled with herself when she came up with the idea to make cupcakes. Sure the house elves wouldn’t like it but she’d helped prepare for a number of special luncheons before. She had an idea or two how to make a perfect cupcake. She was a perfectionist. She rather hoped that her housemates wouldn’t come in and make them tacky and ugly. She saw herself as a bit of a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Betty Crocker. She wanted to be a classic beauty with the ability to cook so well that people couldn’t help but fall in love with her. She didn’t understand why people wouldn’t love her anyways. She’d did handwritten notes to each of the girls in her house requesting their presence in the kitchens at seven sharp, passing them with a smile. She was being far too perky considering how down she’d been of late. Maybe she just liked a good party.

The truth of the matter was that she was semi-giddy over the prospect of a fake relationship with Zacharias and all the attention it would bring her. She didn’t care that he was a pouf or that it wasn’t going to be real. It was something she could gloat over and she always had enjoyed acting. She could play the role of awesome girlfriend better than people probably gave her credit for. She wanted to see the looks on people’s faces in the Great Hall when they were all over each other. She wanted to make all of the girl’s wonder how she’d done it and all the boys envious because they weren’t the one getting her attention. She didn’t half do things though. She was all in. They still had to work out the details but she couldn’t be arsed to pause. She was already working through her head to set up how it was going to happen. She read entirely too many books most of which were of the romantic variety. She did like to plan.

With an apron around her waist and her dark hair pulled in a tight, elaborate French knot at the back of her head she trudged ahead in the kitchens preparing the cupcakes she had every intention of bringing out a Quidditch practice. She’d carefully calculated when would be the best time to strike with them. She wanted to make a show of it without it being too clear she wanted people to notice. Lani had opened doors with the suggestion of the girls doing things. She just suggested the ‘what’ innocently enough. They probably would think she was making attempts to win Draco back into her good graces. She might have wanted him to notice but it wasn’t all about him. No, there were a number of boys in the school she was rather eager to make take enough notice to react. She was already having more fun than she’d had in a long time and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

She hummed loudly and almost on-key a waltz as she twirled around collecting bowls and ingredients out of the massive stores placing them on the counters. Not even the stares of the frustrated House Elves could bring her down. It was just a matter of the others actually showing up and helping. These cupcakes had to be perfect though. Immaculate white icing that would make them look store bought. That was just how she wanted them to be. She might have to hold some off on her own and do them herself just to make sure no one buggered them up. She hoped if Millicent was going to come she didn’t bring her stupid, furry cat. No one liked cat hair in the cupcakes. Especially not Quidditch boys who she hoped to kill with sweetness only metaphorically.