raven darkhölme (manyfaces) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-08-31 17:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, pansy parkinson, raven darkholme |
PANSY PARKINSON & RAVEN DARKHÖLME
Backdated to I don’t actually remember when.
Tower 1, Floor 2, Apartment 203
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In some ways, Pansy missed being roommates with Rin. The young devil had somehow decided he was going to adopt her, and took care of her in his own way, with home-made meals and regular baked goods. And when she’d been upset at Draco’s loss, he’d rushed over with a cake and sat and ate it with her. In some other ways, though, Pansy enjoyed her new living arrangements. Rin was sweet, but he was also young and energetic, and occasionally annoying. Pansy’s new roommate was much quieter - so much so that she’d hardly ever seen the woman. It gave Pansy some welcome peace and quiet, although she had to admit she was curious about the shapeshifter she’d been paired with. So when Raven returned to the room, Pansy looked up from the various books and notes she had scattered around her and offered a - for her - welcoming nod. “Evening.” Before showing up in Atlantis it had been a long time since Raven had shared a dwelling with someone she didn’t consider family, a close friend or someone she was sleeping with. It had taken a bit of adjustment but then Raven was nothing if not adaptable. There was a reason she’d survived as long as she had. Her roommate kept to herself though or maybe it was more that Raven spent more time outside of the apartment than in it. Either way Raven barely knew the woman she shared quarters with. She hadn’t seen the need to press her roommate for details about her life, Raven was a firm believer in privacy and if someone wanted to share things they would. There was no pressing danger here so she didn’t see the need to go digging into people’s private business. When she walked through the door she hadn’t been expecting a greeting, any shock at being addressed was well hidden though as she looked at her roommate. “Evening, I didn’t expect you to be here.” “I do live here,” Pansy pointed out with dry humour. Although the other woman could be forgiven for forgetting that; neither of them spent much time here, and hardly at the same time. But here they were, together. She lifted her glass of wine at Raven. “Wine? I picked up a nice merlot and was planning to drink it by myself, but upon further consideration I should probably share it so I don't hate myself and my hangover in the morning.” “You have a point,” Raven replied with a hint of amusement in her tone. It was a little amusing that neither of them spent a lot of time in their apartment, even less so together. Raven wasn’t sure what Pansy’s reasons were, she barely knew her own really. “I could be convinced into joining you. I mean if it saves you from drinking the whole thing yourself and suffering for it in the morning. What kind of roommate would I be if I didn’t help you out when I can?” Raven walked over to where Pansy was seated, browsing at the books laid out before the other woman. “Studying?” “You'd be a terribly selfish one,” Pansy agreed. She wasn't far along enough in her libations to have made much of a dent in the alcohol, so her hand was steady as she took out her wand and levitated a glass out from the cupboard. She poured a generous glass and floated it over to Raven. She closed the book she’d been reading and set it upside down on the table. “In a sense,” she said in response to the question. “We’ve got so many worlds and cultures here, I wanted to learn about some of them.” She sounded very proud of herself - and she was. It was a big step for someone who’d grown up hating Muggles. Of course, she didn’t add the fact that the reason she was doing so much studying was to work on a forgery. “Well I don’t want to be that,” Raven said with an amused smile. She took a seat opposite Pansy and watched as the other woman used her magic to float a glass across the room. She wasn’t a stranger to magic at all but it was still strange to see it being used for such mundane tasks. She accepted the glass and raised it to her lips, taking a sip and appreciating the taste of the wine. “I can understand that, I’ve been trying to learn what I can about the people I’m working with but not through books. I prefer to observe people.” Raven had spent a lot of time mingling with the others in Atlantis, sometimes as herself sometimes as someone they wouldn’t recognize. She was careful about who she chose to walk around as here, it seemed some people were even more hated here than mutants were back home. “There’s that, yes,” Pansy agreed. She liked to observe people as well: she could learn so much about their motivations and their weaknesses just by paying attention. That sort of thing came in very handy. “But when it comes to learning about history and culture…” She shrugged. “I figured I’d start with books so I’d at least have some sort of basis to go off on.” “I find it easier that way, I always have,” Raven told her roommate. She could pick up things better by watching people, her keen eye never missed a thing and it allowed her to learn a lot. Especially when she was blending into the crowds. “I suppose books are a better source for history and culture, not exactly something you can learn by watching people,” she said with a soft laugh as she took another small sip of wine. “So, have you learnt much yet or did I interrupt you before you could get to anything good.” “Well, apparently there's a species of alien with green slaves that sell off their women as sex slaves.” Pansy shuddered. “How absolutely ghastly. Although from what I hear, that's not entirely out of the realm of some Muggle cultures, from what I hear.” Of course, Pansy had heard a lot about Muggle culture that she'd realized was inaccurate or just plain wrong. She hoped this tidbit was. And she hoped her roommate was well-versed enough in Muggle culture to tell her so. “I think that might actually be from a TV show or it could be from an alternate reality I suppose but it definitely wasn’t from where I’m from,” Raven said, trying to recall green slaves. “I mean at certain points in human history there were slaves and I’m fairly certain some humans would like to make slaves or mutants.” Raven considered the possibilities of her own words actually being truth, it wasn’t like humans had the capabilities to enslave mutants but she wouldn’t put it passed some to try. “Oh, I think that might be from Star Trek, I’m sure I remember something about a green skinned girl on an episode but it was a long time ago,” she said with a small laugh as she took a drink from her wine. “Yes, it involves starships and the like.” Pansy shrugged, feigning indifference, although she was actually fascinated. She didn't always agree with the cultures and customs of the different worlds, but she enjoyed reading about them. They were so different. “I'll probably be out here for a while yet,” she continued. “Do you need the room?” “Yes, that’s the one,” Raven agreed. She’d never really watched it herself but it had been hard to ignore it when it seemed to always be on. Raven found other cultures to be fascinating too, though she always treated everyone with equal levels of suspicion until she knew exactly how they felt about mutants, even then she’d be careful. “No, you’re fine. Actually if you don’t mind the company I think I’ll just sit here and enjoy the wine.” |