Pansy Parkinson (pansy_parks) wrote in to_be_or_not, @ 2010-05-02 09:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, character: gwen montgomery, character: pansy parkinson, character: sofia fawcett, character: theodore nott, date: 1998 05 (may), loc: hogsmeade |
RP: Meanwhile at the Hog's Head
Date & Time: 02 May 1998 | Morning
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Pansy Parkinson, Argus Filch [NPC], Gwen Montgomery, Theodore Nott, Madam Rosmerta [NPC], Sofia Fawcett, Others
Location: The Hog's Head
Summary: The evacuees learn that Harry Potter is the The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again.
"Merlin and Morgana! Will you all settle down?" Pansy shrieked to be heard over the noise in the pub room of this pitiful excuse for an inn. She'd thought the floors to be dirt at first when she'd come down those ridiculous, rickety stairs from the owner's shabby sitting room last night. The place wasn't improved by the addition of sunlight filtering through the grimy windows this morning.
"Sod off, Parkinson. Your lot will all be in Azkaban soon enough," one of the rude little Gryffindors yelled as he passed out more bottles of Firewhisky to the other fourth years while Mr. Filch ran about trying to take all the bottles away. Pansy wondered again why she even bothered. It wasn't as if the attempt to keep the younger years under control until they could go back to the castle -- or their parents came to claim them -- would make any difference.
Or perhaps it might.
Pansy told herself that if she got out of this relatively unscathed, she was definitely going to spend time working on her impulse control.
Right then. There was nothing to be done now aside from showing herself to be trying her best to do her duty. After all, it wasn't as if she was actually in charge of all this mayhem despite being Head Girl. That job thankfully fell to Mr. Filch, as the staff member sent to watch over them. Not that the old man was capable of protecting a Sickle from a Niffler, she mentally scoffed. He'd already caused them all more headaches than the whole lot of Gryffindors combined. Still, if she made a good show of trying to help Old Filch keep everyone safe and sound, it would be easier to pass off her ill-judged shriek in the Great Hall to turn over Potter.
The ineffective Squib bumped into one of the Slytherins and Pansy had to stop herself from going for her wand. As tempting as it was to hit the Squib with another Stunner, Pansy realized she wouldn't get away with that twice. It was one thing to claim she'd been aiming for that idiot Hufflepuff Smith when Filch had been trying to wrestle the Floo Powder away from him not long after they'd first exited the tunnel into this dump. It was another to claim it was accidental a second time. If she ever got her wand on Smith, she swore she'd--- Impulse control, Pansy, me dear. Impulse control, she reminded herself, although it sounded like her Gran's voice in her head. Pansy almost snorted. Zacharias Smith would have moved even her unflappable grandmother to go for her wand.