pansymalfoy (pansymalfoy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-22 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, abigail hobbs, pansy malfoy |
You’re not gonna yack, are you?
Who: Pansy and Abigail
When: After this conversation
Where: Starting at Abigail’s place, then the HOLLYWOOD sign!
What: An Adventure!
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Pansy apparated straight to the address she was given. Thankfully she didn’t land on top of a bed or half-way through a wall (though, she’d heard that Kitty Pryde could do that sort of thing...). She glanced around the room where she’d ended up, wondering if the loud CRACK! made the whole household spring to attention. Either that or a dog might come running over to investigate? Pansy hoped not. She hated dogs.
The only person who heard was Abigail, seeing as it was her bedroom. She blinked hard and sat up on her bed. “Holy - “ That made her grin. “I haven’t seen the twins do that one yet.”
Pansy raised an eyebrow. “The twins?” She asked. There were lots of twins, actually. She didn’t know which ones Abigail knew. “I’m Pansy.” She added, stepping over and holding a hand out. “Tickled to meet you. Did you find some comfortable shoes?”
“Fred and George. And yeah, I’ve got a pair of hiking boots.” Abigail shook Pansy’s hand, smiling at her. Abigail had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, neither of which she’d mind losing or getting dirty.
“Fred and George Weasley??” Pansy asked. She’d seen them posting on the network, but she’d never seen them. Not in this world. “...how do you know Fred and George Weasley?” She added, letting go of the other’s hand. She figured they could chat a couple of minutes before the adventure started.
“I work for them?” Abigail hadn’t been expecting that reaction.
“Wow.” Pansy really didn’t like Fred and George Weasley in the dreams. Then again, in the dreams she was dating her brother. So. “That’s great. They own a joke shop?” She asked. Just like they did in the dreams, did they?
“They do, yeah. They’re two of my best friends. Why, do you know them too?” Abigail wiped her palms on her jeans, standing up.
“Just from the Dreams,” Pansy said, giving a little shrug. “They were ahead of me in school. Anyway... ready for that adventure?” She asked, holding her hand out to the other girl. Pansy’s eyes lit up at the thought, and she drew her wand with her free hand.
“I am.” Abigail didn’t react when she saw the wand; she was used to it by that point. But she was excited to go on whatever this girl considered an adventure.
Pansy twisted on the spot. There was a loud CRACK! It wasn’t quite instantaneous, but it was fairly close. There was a near suffocating, vacuum-like sensation, twisting and squeezing. It ended abruptly, Pansy still holding tightly to Abigail’s hand. The two girls reappeared several miles away at the Hollywood sign. They were standing just at the bottom of the huge H.
Gasping, Abigail coughed once they landed. She was just surprised was all, and she was soon looking around with curiosity. “Okay, now I’m officially jealous.”
Pansy didn’t stumble, but she knew that Abigail might. She reached forward with both hands to help steady the other girl. “Yeah? You like?” She was beaming, though still concerned. “You’re not gonna yack, are you? Sometimes that happens with first time side-along apparition.”
“I don’t think so,” Abigail murmured. She just took deep breaths, focusing on dispelling her nausea. She was way too bloody-minded to throw up. Besides, it would ruin the view.
Pansy beamed a little brighter. “Good. Because that shit stinks. Anyway... always wanted to come up here.” She patted Abigail on the shoulder, gently, then turned to look at the view. It was pretty fantastic.
“Yeah, it’s pretty gross.” Tying her hair back, Abigail started to look around, exploring and moving to sit on the edge of the hill.
Pansy kept her wand out, just in case. She moved over and took a seat next to Abigail. "Pretty cool, huh? We could go anywhere else. Anywhere you want within like, fifty miles."
“This really is cool. Could you in theory just hop fifty miles to fifty miles until you got wherever you wanted?” Abigail was more curious about magic than anything else.
"Well, yeah, pretty much." Pansy said, giving a little shrug. "I've never tried more than about fifty miles. I know there are restrictions, I just dont know what they are, really." She leaned back on her hands, still holding her wand. "Ive used it to sneak into Disneyland. That was easy since I know the place so well."
That made Abigail grin. “What did you do? Did you sneak in during business hours or afterward? Don’t tell me about your life of crime, now.”
"Oh, it was during business hours. Much easier to get caught after," Pansy said, giving a knowing smirk. She'd thought of it, but there were just too many employees running around after hours. "Cheaper than paying for admission. Faster to pop between parks, too, apparating between bathrooms beats the hell out of walking. "
“That’s smart.” Abigail pulled her knees to her chest, grinning. “For all the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never been to Disneyland. I just never really wanted to.”
“What? Really? Why? How?” Pansy asked, looking completely flabbergasted. “It’s the fucking happiest place on Earth!”
“To me, that’s a library.” Abigail grinned and ducked her head. “If I want to go on rides, I’ll go to Six Flags or something.”
Pansy was simply staring, gaping, sputtering at her new friend. “...but... it’s not about the rides. It’s about the happiest place on Earth. Happy. Mickey Mouse and shit. No?” She even waved her hands in the air as if emphasizing her point.
“I guess?” Abigail didn’t want to say that she had never been a huge fan of Disney. They were okay, but just not her favorite things.
“Bummer. I thought maybe we’d go there next. I suppose we could go to the San Diego Wild Life Park... go met a tiger up close.” She was teasing. Mostly. “Or we could go to Knott’s Berry Farm or Universal Studios for a Theme Park feel.”
“That one!” Abigail’s eyes went wide. “The tigers.” She loved animals; she always thought if her psychology career didn’t work out, she could go into zoology.
Pansy laughed. “Seriously? Really? You want to go meet tigers?” She wondered if her stunning charms were strong enough to take down a tiger. Probably not. But she could apparate on a dime, and twice as fast. “Okay. I suppose that’s the plan.” She stood and held her hand out to Abigail.
“Of course! Well, I’d like to look at them from a safe distance outside of their enclosures, but yeah.” Abigail stood up, dusted off her bottom, and took Pansy’s hand. “Let’s not get eaten and have to magically ... explode a tiger or something.”
Pansy laughed. “Done deal, dude.” She twisted on the spot. There was a suffocating, twisting, squeezing for what felt like a millisecond and an eternity at once, and then... With a CRACK! They appeared in the bathroom at the wildlife preserve. Pansy released Abigail’s hand so the other could regain her balance, though it would likely be a hundred times easier the second time through.
Abigail recovered much faster the second time, but still took a moment to regain her balance. She was soon grinning and looking around. “Where to first?”
“Tigers, of course.” Pansy said. She nonchalantly exited the bathroom as if she owned the place, then grabbed a zoo map from a nearby information desk thingy. “Ooh, and the giraffes. I love giraffes.”
“I wonder if there’s any babies around,” Abigail smiled to herself. She liked baby giraffes.
"Wouldn't that be great?" Pansy wasn't really girly, but she site got girly over baby zoo animals. "Elephants? And lions... dude there's all sorts of stuff to see."
“I’m not really a huge fan of human babies, but animals? Ugh, they’re ridiculous.” Abigail laughed, moving to look at the map with Pansy. “Thanks. For bringing me here. My dreams have been kind of messing me up, so I appreciate anything that gets my mind off of them.”
“Dude, you and me, both.” She leaned in a little and broke into a grin. “Just between us? I’m so glad that my brother’s gay. Means no little babies for me to have to hold and like... change diapers and shit. At least, not for a long time.” She and Peter were nowhere near. At least, she wasn’t anywhere near that point in her life. But the thought made her a little nervous.
“Hey, no problem. I know how the Dreams can fuck with your head. In mine, I’m in love with my brother. Gross, right?” She pulled a face.
That made Abigail wince. “That’s ... messed up.” Then again, she was sleeping with her adopted father, she probably shouldn’t have said anything.
“Right? Well, in the dreams we’re not related. And, apparently, in real life I’m adopted. Never knew it until recently. So... puts a lot of things into question.” Pansy said, turning to walk with Abigail toward the giraffes.
“Oh, well. That kind of makes it less awkward, I guess. In the dreams, at least.” In real life, that probably made it way worse.
“Yeah, definitely less awkward in the dreams.” Pansy said, giving a little nod. “What are your dreams about?” She asked, stopping to lean against the fence and look at the giraffes.
“Nothing good,” Abigail smiled a little. She didn’t entirely want to talk about it, but she didn’t want to be rude either. “My birth father is a serial killer in them.”
“Oh man. That’s... messed up.” Pansy said, giving Abigail a sad sort of expression. “I just... well, I hope they get better,” she added, trying to be supportive. Or whatever. She was really shitty with things like this.
“Let’s go see the tigers, then get some ice cream.”
“I don’t think he can slit my throat anymore?” Even in the dreams, her bio dad was dead. “But thanks. Ice cream fixes everything.”
“Damn straight.” Pansy turned to lead the way over to the bigger predators, whistling some tunes as she walked. Ice cream could solve all of the world’s problems from climate change to