Pansy Parkinson (irritum) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-07-06 07:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | george weasley, pansy parkinson |
Who: Pansy and George
When: After he talks to Ang
Where: Bungalow 10
What: Comfort
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
Pansy had done her best to avoid the windows facing into Bungalow 11. She didn't want to think about George running to his wife now that she was here. Pansy had known it was a possibility, but to have it so soon? It was hardly fair. She had one conversation with him before his wife was suddenly there again.
It figured. Pansy sat at the table, finishing off a bottle of wine she'd asked Scorpius to fetch for her. Yet another bottle of wine. At this rate she was going to become her mother and drink herself into Mungo's. Which would be a right site better than this fucking island.
She had been fine in France. She had been able to forget George. More or less. And now she was close to him and she couldn't forget a single fucking thing about him. Especially how angry he was with her. Or that he was over in the arms of that stupid bitch and.. UGH.
Pushing away from the table, Pansy walked to the sink and rinsed out her wine glass. She was going to go to sleep. Maybe when she woke up she wouldn't be here any longer. Turning to head back to her bedroom, Pansy heard a knock on the door. Whoever was behind the door was going to get a piece of her very drunk mind.
Opening the door, Pansy froze. George was there. He'd come to see her and Pansy hadn't expected that. The look on his face... Pansy reached out for his hand and pulled him into the house without thinking. Her arms went around him and Pansy hugged George for the first time in four years. "This feels familiar," she said quietly.