Characters: Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini Location: Leakey Cauldron Date/Time: Tuesday morning, July 8, 2001, 11:00 am Rating: TBD
Here in the wizarding world, things were absolutely fantastic. Pansy was getting more sessions and gigs than she could practically manage. She had just finished one; they had wrapped quite early, due in part (as the photographer kept raving) to,"Her beauty and her fantastically professional attitude." When it came time to shoot the other models, the photographer had refused, and claimed that he had gotten more than he needed from 'Niky' which had made Pansy give a small shrug of fake confusion, followed by a tiny smirk and raised eyebrows. She had left, and knew she had a shoot later on in the afternoon, just outside of one of the local parks; it was an evening wear shoot in the evening. She had time to sit for a while, research some material (which meant looking through other magazines) and eat, before she should really try to grab a nap and then apparate to the location site.
She was dreading going home. Things were not as pleasant with her Muggle these days. The owl had not begun it; it had started at the Gala. The man simply did not understand how much he had embarrassed her; she wouldn't press the point but instead of arguing with him, as she had done in the early days, she gave him a few snippy words and the silent treatment. Things were strained; her owl shitting in his white living room didn't help. She would send Tony out of the room, and would cast a cleansing spell; the white space would return to its pristine condition, but for Tony, watching that bird take a crap on the white rug was like a Chinese water torture to him. And he couldn't approach the owl at all; she had taken an instant dislike to Tony, and would hiss, and flap her wings in a semi-attack mode when he came too close to her perch. It was secretly amusing to Pansy, although somewhere inside of her, she still felt slightly partial to the Muggle man and a bit sorry for him.
Thus, with the morning half over, Pansy decided that stopping at the pub to eat something, and have a bit of quiet time alone would do her good; she knew the man was probably going nuts at home, wondering where she was. Pansy sighed to herself as she found a quiet booth, pulled out a half dozen or so magazines to settle into a good reading session. She had ordered at the bar as she had come in, and she waited patiently for her food to be brought, with a nice iced tea to fight off the heat of the day.