RP: A Little Something Location: Malfoy Manor Date: 02 February 2000
Pansy eyed the sludge-colored liquid. It looked ghastly and smelled even worse. "It smells vile. Are you certain this will help?" There was no question that she'd drink it. She do anything to conceive a child and carry him to term.
"Mrs Mal--"
"Look, I'll drink it. I'm worried about being able to keep it down, but I'll drink it." Even if Draco was sliding as far away from her -- or rather from the smelly potion -- as he could get while still seated. "I'd just like to know the odds of it working." It would give her something positive to focus on, other than being positive this stuff was going to make her sick up, that was.