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Wisteria Annika Atwood (niveousparadox) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-06-27 22:08:00

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oliver wood, pansy parkinson

WHO: Oliver Wood & Pansy Parkinson
WHEN: June 16th
WHERE: Office of Twilight Tatters
RATING: E
STATUS: Complete

Afternoons, especially late afternoons when the sun was out, generally showed a slowing in productivity. The mad rushing of the morning had dwindled and even the office chat had dulled into a low hum. Employees moved sluggishly, most were caught in a day dream that their morning coffee had failed to prevent as the caffeine dwindled in their systems. It was almost like a repeat of the zombie mornings minus the crisp possibilities that an early hour often brought to the populace. Even the tyrannical rule of Myna Parkinson had ended some hours ago as she slammed her office door shut and had not emerged since – no one dared try to enter.

The departure of her mother from the floor prompted the young woman to emerge from her own office. The memos she’d been sending as a form of communication to her secretary had retaliated on the poor stout woman by dive bombing her while she crouched under her desk, flailing her shoe at them as her wand was just out of reach in a pencil cup on her desk. The school-like note passing had been necessary in the past few days as Mrs. Parkinson had targeted her daughter specifically over the marriage law and had several times been on the verge of titling her a traitor. Pansy being the only immediate family remaining was the girl’s only salvation from hearing that disgusting word.

Now, Pansy felt it was safe though she made no effort to help her secretary. Her jade eyes passed over the desk of her secretary and while this situation normally would have struck her as highly entertaining she found it impossible to even crack a smile and moved past with what appeared to be a blank indifference. The destination was another office across the floor to pick up the photos that would be put into the newest issue of the magazine. Unfortunately, the wisp of a creature was gone for the day and Pansy was confronted with a closed door and the photos neatly held to the door with a weak sticking charm.

Her lips pursed and she tore them away from the door, leaning one shoulder against the wall, and going through the little collection. Pansy’s dark hair was kept long enough, that when she looked down as she was, could hide her face. It conveniently blocked out the look of utter annoyance she had. Throughout the morning she’d been distracted with the annoyance that was Oliver Wood. She hadn’t even come into physical contact with her yet and he was causing more trouble than he was undoubtedly worth. There was a considerable lack of focus thanks to him and that was the only reason she remained past her typical work hours.

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niveousparadox
2008-06-27 10:33 pm UTC (link)

The seemingly immovable blankness to her face was altered by the raising of her eyebrows to acknowledge her name and the resuming of unfazed neutrality at his own introduction. Well, it seemed that she had no outward expression but her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the name and the cowardly action of distancing himself from her. Pansy gave a look to her poor secretary, having even less sympathy for her now than before, but thankful that the woman was still busy picking up her defeated memos and looking through them to see if she’d missed anything of importance – it was such a ruse. That nosey witch…

Pansy’s eyes shot back to Oliver, accusatorily as though he was in on the office gossip of Pansy’s abrupt introduction to marriage. “You came,” she observed curtly, navigating around him and into her office. “You wanted something then?” It wasn’t so much a question as a demand. The sweetness in her voice had obviously changed and was sitting on the verge of sour. Oliver was given the option to follow Pansy into her office by not slamming the door in his face but if he didn’t care to be in a more confined setting with her that suited her perfectly fine too.

She returned to the chair behind her desk, interested or pretending to be interested in organizing the clutter that had accumulated over the course of the day including the final lengthy editorial on the idiotic Ministry law that she was still obstinately refusing to aid in any way though she couldn’t technically prevent it from coming to her… Wood being in her presence was proof enough of that.

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olliewood
2008-06-27 10:41 pm UTC (link)

It was somewhat interesting to watch the change of her expression...even with only the slight changes that were offered. Of course such interest vanished once they started talking. He couldn't see how this was suppose to work out? They were entirely different people. She worked crammed inside an office, he worked outside with a freedom he wasn't willing to give up, they clearly didn't like each other, and they clearly didn't like this whole marriage crap. Oh yes, Happily Ever After right this way.

"Clearly," he responded, shooting the woman on the floor a glance before following Pansy into her office and closing the door behind them. The entire world didn't need to be in on their little 'problem'. "Yes, actually, I wanted to know what the bloody hell you intend to do about this entire pile of crap so that perhaps, I can get around the Ministry before I end up looking for a new job."

The very thought of having to find something else to do had his pulse racing. He couldn't work in an office. Not after playing Quidditch. There would be nothing that lived up to it and he would go stark raving mad in an attempt to find something...though, he supposed, with the marriage law he was half way there already.

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niveousparadox
2008-06-27 11:00 pm UTC (link)

At least he had some common sense, which Pansy took note of as she heard the sound of the door closing. She certainly wasn’t going to look as though she were interested in this conversation; she wasn’t, she wanted it to disappear. Actually, Pansy was aggravated by most things that removed her from control and the Ministry had just declared her unfit to govern her own life. The editorial she was handling was placed neatly down in the first drawer of the desk and there was an unnecessarily fussy organizing of quills before she looked up as though not having heard a thing he’d just raved about.

Pansy sat back with legs neatly crossed, locking her fingers in front of her, and gently rocking in the office chair. There was a slight curl to her lips as though she found something about Oliver entertaining. “What would you like me to do?” The introductory sugar was returning to her voice but she was looking at him very much like a cat eyeing something worth pouncing. “It wasn’t specifically my idea; this whole wedding bit, but if there’s anything I can do to ease your suffering...” If sarcasm could kill or even maim the boy wouldn’t be still standing.

So this was the person they wanted her to spend the rest of her existence with? Pansy was beginning to think they were just drawing lots at the Ministry for these pairs. What in all of the magical world did they have in common? Who thought this would be a successful venture? …too many questions and not enough answers made her cease the useless train of thought but then her mind strayed to what the Prophet had said and the sarcastic hint of a smile grew just a fraction.

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olliewood
2008-06-27 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Oliver wasn't exactly in the best of moods, which in all honesty, he couldn't be blamed for. Damn the ministry, damn weddings, and damn Pansy bloody Parkinson. Underneath his annoyance and anger he was aware that it wasn't her fault. She was just as much of a victim as he was. Unfortunately (being a male), he main method was shoot and ask questions later.

"Well that's good, because unfortunately, if this doesn't happen I won't be the only one suffering." he responded, placing his hands on the edge of her desk and leaning on it. "I don't like you, you don't like me and I personally want to keep it that way. They want me to marry you, fine. I'll do the stupid ceremony and then you can do whatever the hell you want. Hell, I'll even share a residence with you as long as we don't have to interact."

Under normal circumstances he was a really nice guy, unfortunately for the both of them, these weren't normal circumstances. At a later point when the Ministry was no longer breathing down their necks he would be much more pleasant. Until then...this was Oliver.

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niveousparadox
2008-06-27 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Pansy was not the woman to try to bully or lord over and with her little smirk still in place she rose out of the chair to mirror his movement. Personal space was rather irrelevant considering they were stuck together; personal space didn’t hold much of a concept anymore. The bright cat eyes fixed their intense gaze on the object of her aggravation. “Charming as you are,” she began, considering what she was intending to say next and really coming up with nothing but finding it to late to back out of it, “you’re going to have to drag me screaming bloody murder to any ceremony that would bind me to you.”

Was that saying she would rather go to Azkaban than marry him? Pansy was, in most accounts, spoiled; she wasn’t going to survive five minutes… Even the idea made her skin crawl and brought up weird images of her estranged father lurking somewhere. Despite how disturbed she may have been there was no indication that she was backing down or giving in. She could be just as stubborn as he could. “And under no circumstances would I live with you just to save your precious job,” she noted quite coolly, seemingly satisfied.

An unmasked smile was summoned from somewhere beyond the unsettling thoughts of Azkaban. “But if there’s anything else I can help you with, just let me know.” The brightness and sudden chipper attitude was entirely false and almost surreal for the situation. If Oliver thought in any way that he was going to badger Pansy into anything… well, Pansy didn’t operate that way.

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olliewood
2008-06-27 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Oliver stared straight back at her, his eyes narrowed for several long moments before he smirked. "Fine, Princes, if that's how you want to do it." He normally wasn't vindictive, but there was something about Pansy which made him want to do everything in his power to bring her down a notch or two. Sure, she was protecting herself and her interest, but he was protecting his true love and he'd be damned if he was going to let her ruin it for him.

"Now, I'm sure you read over the copy of the Legislation posted in the Daily Prophet back in January, correct?" he responded, stepping away from the desk to poke around in the remaining space of her office. "Kingsley had a nice little term for those who didn't abide by this new legislation...now what was it....oh! Right. Social terrorist. Rather creative, I thought."

Having grown bored with poking around in her belongings he flopped himself down in a chair. "Apparently we've moved from one form of social terrorism to another, but I'm pretty sure the offenders all go to the same place. I'd hate to see you get dirt under your nails."

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niveousparadox
2008-06-28 12:18 am UTC (link)

Once he moved, Pansy felt secure enough to straighten herself and settle back into her chair; please if only for the moment that she still had some control over what happened in her day to day existence. Her chin went into her hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, and she watched him rattle through the things in her office. It was a witch’s magazine; he wasn’t going to find anything of interest within her office, though she did feel the mildest pang of possessiveness over the contents of the room.

Pansy’s eyes rolled up towards the ceiling, unbelieving that he was actually lecturing her on things she was undoubtedly aware of. Her gaze sliding back over to him as though focusing her attention would allow him to get to the point without further dallying. Blinking once at him and exhaling a tad more heavily than she normally would have, her lips pursed as she considered that she may have nothing to counter what had been said without appearing to have been so ruffled by it. In all honesty, she would have enjoyed nothing less than strangling the life out of him for the reminder.

It didn’t take her long to invent something, regardless of how absurd it was. What did he know? She could be willing to die before coming to terms with the meddling of the Ministry for all Oliver knew. “Your concern is endearing – I’ll take my chances as a social terrorist,” she said flatly. “Maybe you’ll have the good fortune to avoid the scandal accompanying my radical rejection… or maybe you’ll be just as guilty as I am and we’ll share a cell.”

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olliewood
2008-06-28 12:38 am UTC (link)

Oliver smirked. "I hate to break it to you doll, but you are no where near the level of scandal and B) if it meant seeing you in there, I'd face it in a heartbeat." He really couldn't understand why she annoyed him as much as she did, though he'd take a stab in the dark and say it was her unwavering egotistical attitude. She quite clearly thought a lot of her own superiority. Nothing made Oliver's blood boil more.

"I don't think the whole guilty thing works if you're the one to rat out your potential spouse. Perhaps I'll get lucky and they'll reassign me to someone with a personality." he responded, quite tired of being in the same room with her. Moving to the door, he opened it and shot her a final smirk.

There weren't many people around but there was enough and, normally he wouldn't fuss so much over it, but he felt the need to scoff at the comment of a scandal. He'd had his fair share of those. "Don't you worry about a thing, Precious. I won't mention your little condition. We can tell your mother when it arrives." he responded, just loud enough to tell the world. "I'll see you at your doctors appointment. Love you."

Smiling to the woman, who clearly was Pansy's secretary, he passed by and headed back to the elevator. For know, all he needed was a strong drink and perhaps a nice long shower to relieve some of the tension. Merlin knew, Pansy was the Queen of causing one grief.

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niveousparadox
2008-06-28 01:01 am UTC (link)

Pansy had unconsciously become very tense and was just barely capable of refraining from an outburst. It was already a precarious situation that she found herself in; her temper wouldn’t do any favors. At the very least she’d bothered him enough to the point that he was going to vacate her office and leave her in relative peace. The idea was comforting until Oliver’s brilliant plan to sabotage her reputation in her own office. She practically jumped out of her chair.

If Pansy hadn’t taken the time to clean up her desk before this disagreement she would have latched on to the nearest object and lobbed it right at her fiancé’s head. Instead she stood silently seething at the audacity of what had just been said in front of a handful of employees and her secretary that was as gossipy as any witch living.

Marching towards her office door she stopped at the threshold to further glare at the insufferable male. Even if she wanted to say something in retaliation there was nothing but petty insults that came to her mind aside from cursing him into delirium. The fact that she came up short was frustrating in itself, it was like putting salt on a wound. Pansy stepped out of the sanctuary of her office, grabbed the cup that had been holding Adra’s wand, and threw it at Oliver as hard as she possibly could under her frazzled circumstances.

Of course, something like that was only adding to the rumor but since he insisted on such things she might as well make it a little more interesting. Without waiting to know if it would hit him or some other unsuspecting person or object, Pansy retreated to her office and slammed the door. Her mother would have been amazed at how similar they were if only she wasn’t being an ungrateful slag.

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