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Tweak says, "UNDERPANTS!"

Wisteria Annika Atwood (niveousparadox) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-17 00:19:00

Entry tags:

adrian pucey, pansy parkinson

Who: Pansy & Open
When: Friday-ish
Where: Cafe in Diagon Alley
What: ...for fun.
Rating: E thus far
Status: Open

Evening was setting in which meant a decrease in street vendors and the commotion of the day was waning. The crowds had dispersed and only small groups of people or solitary figures passed by. Lights were burning brightly in the buildings; flickering off and on as was necessary. Under an umbrellaed table, reclining a typically rigid posture sat one Pansy Parkinson; ignoring her cooling tea and nibbling on a bite of chocolate that had been plucked from an open box sitting on the table.

The expression she happened to be donning was one of indifference though closer observation would reveal her eyes were fixated as she pondered the troubling affair of a looming marriage or lack there of. Certainly, it could have been fended off for a time but it seemed inevitable and the damn chocolate wasn't consoling in the least nor was trying to work in the presently quiet atmosphere. In fact, she was beginning to feel quite ill from having eaten so much of the sugary treat and from coming to no conclusions.

Pansy's head tilted back, enough to see past the umbrella cover and upward towards the darkening sky. Going into hiding wouldn't be the worst thing that's ever happened; she huffed and rolled her eyes.

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classless
2008-07-17 01:55 am UTC (link)

Adrian wasn't one to really frequent Diagon Alley; with no money to his name, it was a bit of a pointless venture anyway, wasn't it? But he hated being confined to Daphne's depressingly empty flat, and so he'd found himself dispirited and drinking in the nearby Leaky Cauldron, depending on the generosity of the pub's regular patron's to pay for his drinks.

A bit of a pathetic sight, honestly, but Adrian couldn't be bothered to care anymore. He was jobless, technically homeless, being forced into a legal union with Millicent Bulstrode, and oddly enough, very lonely as well. Which he privately hated, considering that he'd always prided himself in being a sort of loner.

And then, of course, there was the matter of seeing Daphne so disgustingly happy. Why it bothered him so much, he couldn't possibly imagine. It was a well-established fact that the two shared a mutual loathing of one another, and even in their better moments they still seemed to be at one another's throats.

Finishing off the last swig of his drink, he waited until the bartender's eyes were averted elsewhere and then disappeared quietly (and without paying, of course). Once he was outside again, he pulled out a pack of smokes that had been stored away inside his robes-- likely stale, and he did hate the lingering smell it left on his clothes, but at the same time he was still desperate for a hit. He lit up as he passed several small shops, some that were just now closing and some that were still bright inside and tending to customers.

And that's when he saw a slightly familiar face, though it wasn't through a shop window, but rather under an umbrellaed table at a cafe he'd never bothered to visit himself.

Pansy Parkinson-- more of a familiar acquaintance than anything, given that she was two years younger and a part of a completely different crowd. Still, he had nothing better to do. It couldn't hurt to do a bit of catch up, or even better, complain about the Ministry's ridiculous legislation.

He made his way over to her table, and stole a glance at the unfinished bite of chocolate in her hand, his lips curling into a grin. "That can't be good for your figure."

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niveousparadox
2008-07-17 12:16 pm UTC (link)

It should have been startling to hear someone speaking to her; intruding upon the quiet evening and yet she didn’t flinch or make any rapid movement. Perhaps all fear had been drained out of the community and they’d been lulled into a sense of security. Their only trouble now seemed to stem from the Ministry itself; but that was neither here nor there at the moment. The bright jade eyes shifted and her head slowly followed towards the voice and there was a short span of time in which she was left to survey Adrian.

In her youth she had been terribly self-absorbed (not that that had really changed much) however she did manage to retain some mental images of the lot from Slytherin. Said identification was the only thing that seemed to save her sudden companion from a snappy response. “No and it’s certainly not worth it.” Pansy forced herself to sit up, depositing the chocolate back into its little assigned section of the box. The candy didn’t have to mingle with other sorts she didn’t see why she should have to associate with the likes of Oliver Wood – and now she was comparing her life to a candy box… splendid.

“Have a seat, if you like.” Flippantly, she nudged the box towards him; “Chocolate too; I’ve had quite enough of that.” Keeping company aided her in resuming some sense of dignity instead of moping and generally throwing a tantrum. “Bit late to be roaming about, isn’t it?”

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