Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Lucius Malfoy Location: A park, in London, with the weather NOT cooperating Date: Sunday July 13, 2001 Time: midmorning, 11:00am
The support staff of the photographer had used a few warming spells to keep the place temperate, as the clouds began to move in and the weather began to turn. She had already changed her outfit four or five times, and this last one was the most revealing, but felt very much like a bathing suit. Modesty was a thing of the past these days, but even the warming spells couldn't keep the chill from settling over her and goose pimples from forming on her arm.
The photographer was squatting, snapping shots, and then stood, and shoot his head, "Niky, darling, it's no good. You look like you are freezing."
"I am sorry, really. I am trying to imagine warm tropical breezes and bright sun," she said as she dropped her poise and flashed a smile at him, "Are we done, then? No more for today?"
She watched him nod, and then dashed into the robe an assistant held out for her, unable to stop the shivers that shook her body and not trying to stop them now.
She tried to ignore the crowd as she moved to the warmed tent, and she made a quick decision that she sort of liked this set of knickers. She turned to the assistant and said, "Tell him I've nicked this set. He'll understand," as she put on her close, and a warm grey wool robe to fight off the turn in the weather. She emerged from the tent, stil in makeup, her hair swept back and out. She wasn't overly done, she knew, and she didn't pause as she left the site; she decided to walk for a bit, feeling much warmer and happier.