Pansy Parkinson (irritum) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-07-01 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | pansy parkinson, scorpius malfoy |
Who: Pansy and Scorpius
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Apothecary
What: Godson and Godmother come face to face
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
This island was her own version of hell. Pansy detested hot weather. She longed for the quietness of France. Her daughter was gone and George was here. George Weasley was here.
At least she knew where not to go. But she was going to need something for her skin or she'd be pink by sunset. Too much sun caused wrinkles and she had no desire to be wrinkled.
Stepping into apothecary, Pansy browsed the shelves in search of what she needed. The idea of spending money bothered her immensely. She had so little to spend.
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Hearing the little bell jingle, Scorpius stepped down off a little ladder and turned to greet the newest customer.
"Can I help you find any– Pansy?" Scorpius was too baffled not to bite down on his tongue. His godmother looked impossibly young, but it was her. He'd know her face anywhere.
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Pansy's eyes narrowed when she was addressed by her first name. And her expression only softened in the slightest when she saw who was speaking to her. The boy was undeniably a Malfoy. Which meant he could only be Scorpius.
"Do put your eyes back into your head. I do not wish to be gawked at."
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"I'm gawking at the lack of wrinkles. You should be flattered," Scorpius told her, smirking ever so slightly. "I'm Scorpius. Your Godson." If that wasn't obvious by his looks. He looked almost exactly like his father, save for a few subtle differences here and there from his mother.
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"I appreciate the obvious introduction, really." Pansy wasn't a polite person on a good day. She wasn't going to be easy to get along with in this sort of mood. "What would be more helpful is something to keep that blasted son from ruining my skin." She picked up a small jar of lavender oil and frowned. Ten years ago would have been adding oil to every bath she took. Now she was lucky to afford scented soaps.
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Scorpius loved her. She hadn't changed one bit. Turning towards the jars was all he could do to keep from hugging her. Her reaction was so different and yet so much better than his father's.
"A sun repellent will need to be brewed. That," he nodded to the small jar she was holding, "isn't going to help do anything but make your skin soft and smelly." His pointy nose wrinkled. Lavender was not one of his favourite scents.
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"Again, you're insisting on telling me things I already know. That's a dreadfully annoying habit." Pansy considered asking Scorpius if he had anything to cure the throbbing headache she had been experiencing since she arrived, but she knew it was just the stress of being here. Seeing George even through the journals. Not having her daughter close by. It was a bit much to digest and Pansy wasn't a fan of change.
"I'll need the strongest protection you can manage." Pansy paused for a moment, worrying her bottom lip in a way she only did when money was the subject. "Unless that cost more."
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"Ravenclaw," Scorpius said as if to explain the habit. THAT was something she wouldn't know about yet.
An eyebrow crooked upwards. He was not accustomed to a Pansy that pinched sickles. "I doubt it," he lied, knowing full well he would cover the extra expenses if there were any. He could spare it and miss a meal for her.
"Will that be it, or is there anything else you need? Besides a strong drink and a good back rub." Merlin knew if he needed one, she would too. Scorpius removed a paper notepad from his pocket, jotted down the order, and looked up in askance.
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"Shame," Pansy retorted. She has respect for some Claws, but found that intelligence was wasted without ambition. "I doubt your parents were pleased." Not that she cared about Astoria's feelings.
"Amelie's father is here," she blurted out suddenly. "Fuck. Pretend I didn't say that."
--
Anything Scorpius was about to say in regards to his House and his parents' disappointment was forgotten.
"He's alive here?" he asked, completely ignoring her request. It wasn't like the dead-being-alive was uncommon in this place. "Who is he?" The question had always plagued him, and he'd asked when he was younger, but the answer never changed from, 'he's dead.'
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"Nobody," she said shortly. That wasn't a lie. George Weasley was nobody to her. He hadn't been since her foolish mistake four years ago. He was nothing more than a memory.
"How long with this take? I have work to do." Pansy never minded working. Well, not anymore. It was a nice distraction from life.
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"You're a terrible liar." Scorpius frowned at her, but didn't press for the answer. He never had. Something was decidedly very.. off-boundaries about the topic.
"A day at most. What's your job here?" he asked her, not wanting her to leave just yet. He missed being able to Floo-in to her seaside cottage and tell her anything that was on his mind.
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It surprised her how well Scorpius seemed to know her. That could only mean that she and Draco remained close over the years. The thought made Pansy smile.
"Weaver," she said. "It's easy enough." At least she wouldn't be in the grocery.
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"Better than janitorial work," Scorpius acknowledged with a small grimace. "I'd rather do anything but have to clean up after people's muck."
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She smirked. He was certainly Draco's son. Pansy had lived away from the elite society to understand that doing unpleasant things was sometimes necessary.
"I belive working in the grocery would be far worse," she said and picked up a small jar of ginger to examine. "I dislike working with food."
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"That's where you and I differ," Scorpius told her, walking around to the other shelf to begin plucking out what ingredients he would require to make the sun repellent potion.
"I wouldn't have minded working with food," he admitted, and if she was.. oh, maybe twenty years older, she would know why. Pansy was one of his most trusted taste-testers. She was absolutely brutal with the truth, and he adored her for it.
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"In the grocery filled with Weasleys? No thank you." Pansy would find some way to never set foot inside if she could help it. The less chance she had of seeing George, the better.
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"Is it? I hadn't noticed." Scorpius bit the inside of his cheek when his thoughts turned to the pub and the Weasley who worked there. That was the place he wanted to avoid. "But let's face it. Weasleys are going to be everywhere. They're unavoidable."
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"That's not true. It's quite easy to avoid them if you try." She had successfully avoided one for four years. "The key is staying away from them and their entire fucking family."
Perhaps that was a bit too emotional, but she was in no control of her mouth today.
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Scorpius's eyebrows winged upwards. Yeah, just a bit emotional.
"Might prove more difficult when you're stuck on an island, and not over in France," he said the obvious, true to habit. "Why are you so keen on avoiding all of them? They're not all bad."
Hugo was the only one Scorpius cared to avoid at the moment, but it sounded like Pansy wanted nothing to do with the whole lot. Since when did she hate them so much? Or had she always hated them, and simply grown out of it? He didn't know and it bothered him.
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Frowning, Pansy kept her eyes on the shelves. She didn't know any Weasleys well save for George, but if they were anything like him...
"School grudges go a long way," she said.
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Scorpius chewed on his lip before asking, "What would you do if one of them told you they were dating you in the future? I ask for hypothetical reasons only, of course."
Pansy would see right through that one, but he could still try. He was already omitting several big details.
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Pansy dropped the vial she was holding and turned to Scorpius, shocked. "What?!? He found me?!? When?!? What happened?!? Tell me right this second."
Her heart had swelled up in a matter of moments. She was with George? That was amazing!
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Scorpius froze at her outburst. He'd said something wrong. Very wrong. Cogs were turning in his head, and he now had an inkling of who Amelie's father was.
But he had also raised Pansy's hopes, only to dash them, in the process. Completely by accident. "Okay, that's it. You're telling me who he is right this second."
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Oh. He hadn't-- oh. Of course not. "No one," she said. "I just thought you meant that-- I heard wrong."
How could she have even thought for one moment that George would find her? He hadn't in four years. He didn't give a damn about her. "I'm alone, aren't I? When you come from."
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There she went again. Clamming up as soon as she showed the slightest sign of opening. Scorpius frowned.
"You don't have male companionship. But you have Amelie, my father, and I, for what it's worth."
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That sounded more like it. Thought she had hoped to find someone to mend what George had broken. "I can't see how I would need anything else," she said. "Perhaps a good shag now and then, but I've gone four years without it. What's another 20?"
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Scorpius looked scandalised. "Please, spare me those details!" He didn't want to think about anything remotely related to sex when it came to Pansy. Even if it was a lack of it.
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"I'm so sorry my personal life is so disgusting to you," she said dryly. "I'll try not to sicken you further."
Pansy impulsively reached over to hug her godson. She needed that contact from someone she loved.
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"You're like my mum, okay? I don't want to know about my mum having you-know-what, or a lack thereof it," Scorpius told her, hugging her back without a second-thought
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She could've been his mother. Pansy could have been if things hadn't turned out as they did. She knew that and didn't like being reminded.
"Can I go now?"
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Scorpius hid his frown of disappointment as he pulled back.
'Yeah, you can go. I'll let you know when you can come by for the potion."