molly hooper (doesntcount) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-06 00:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, molly hooper, pansy malfoy |
Who: Molly Hooper and Pansy Malfoy
When: After Pansy talked to Sherlock about asking her out, but before Molly and Sherlock have their date
Where: The mall
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Since Sherlock had asked her to dinner, Molly had no idea what she was going to wear or even what she was going to do. Dinner. With Sherlock. The whole thing was a little weird. That he was buying a car, and then picking her up. For dinner? He must want something. Maybe to use the morgue, like he tended to do in his dreams. The fact that it was a date was completely and utterly lost on Molly. The thought had only briefly crossed her mind before she decided that there was no way it was possible.
Yet why was she at the mall? Trying to find something to wear. Everything she had was so dowdy. But she wasn’t wearing anything like her Christmas dress. That had been a disaster. She was in a store, going through the racks with a sigh. “This is ridiculous, what are you doing Molly Hooper?” she mumbled to herself.
It was the name that caught Pansy’s attention. She was walking past with a coffee in one hand and her ridiculous purse in the other--it was one of those purses that was gargantuan, that fit everything in her life in it. But what she really wanted or needed was a backpack.
She turned at the sound of the name, having heard it not too long ago by Sherlock. Her step hitched, and she took a look at the woman to try and see if she was on the phone or something.
Molly knew quite well about those kinds of purses. She brought hers to work all the time. A never ending supplies of things that she might need, but usually ended up not. Right now though she just had her wallet with her. It was too bulky to carry around. However it seemed like finding something wear was hopeless.
Nope not on the phone. She gave a sigh and moved to another rack. Why couldn’t she just pick something?
No phone. That was strange. This woman was talking to herself about Molly Hooper? Wait… this woman must be Molly Hooper! Now Pansy was curious. She wandered over closer, breaking into a bit of a smirk.
“Scuze me, are you Molly Hooper?” She asked, trying to look and sound not stalkeriffic.
She blinked a little and turned her head at the sound of her name. She looked slightly wary, but could you blame her? “Uh.. yeah? I mean.. maybe.. uh.. it depends who wants to know?” Okay so Molly was pretty bad at this kind of thing.
“Oh! Sorry, I’m Pansy.” Pansy said, holding her hand out. “Pansy Malfoy. Peter Parker is my boyfriend? He used to share a flat with Sherlock.” She added, as if explaining how the friend of a friend of a friend of a friend thing made sense. In her mind, anyway.
Molly oh’d a bit, though she didn’t quite know who Pansy was. She recognized Peter’s name. And of course Sherlocks. She smiled and shook Pansy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Pansy. I didn’t think anyone actually knew of me.” Though that meant Sherlock had actually mentioned her name. Curious.
“It’s nice to meet you, too! Nice to put a face to the name.” Pansy said, giving Molly a smile. She shook the other woman’s hand with a firm grip. “I mean… not that he talks about you all that often, but…” She cleared her throat. “Shopping?” She asked, changing the subject.
She smiled back at Pansy, blushing slightly though she didn’t quite know why she was blushing. Maybe because she mentioned Sherlock. “Right, it’s Sherlock. I’m sure he mentions me in the same way that he mentions rain or something.” She nodded a little. “He uh.. asked me to dinner. And I don’t know what to wear.”
“Well, maybe a little more than the local weather.” Pansy said, in a sing-song I know something you don’t know kind of voice. But it was gentle and playful. Her eyebrows raised. “Yeah? He did? Well… maybe I can help you find something?” This was pretty exciting. Maybe Sherlock was going to get some! ...that was a very strange, very confusing thought.
Her eyebrows raised up just slightly. “Uh.. well I assume that he wanted to ask me something. Sherlock doesn’t just ask people to dinner for no reason.” Or do anything for no reason for that matter. “What does.. he say about me?” God she sounded fifteen when she asked.
It definitely wasn’t lost on Pansy how young the other woman sounded when she asked what Sherlock said about her. “Good things.” Pansy said, turning to wander through the clothing for sale and look for something nice for Molly to wear on her date. “Very good things, in fact. What about this one?” She held up a rather low cut, little, black dress. It had cap sleeves and went down to the knee.
Even though Molly was quite a bit older, it wasn’t like anyone ever talked about her that way. She didn’t have boyfriends or anything like that. She was awkward to say the least. “Oh good. I’m glad that they’re good.” And that he wasn’t saying things like he wished she’d go away. Wow. That dress was something. “Um.. maybe? I don’t have that much.. cleavage.”
“Okay, less cleavage.” Pansy said, giving a little nod. She turned to the rack. “How are you on sleeveless? And what about color?” She kinda liked that she was helping Molly pick out a dress for her date with Sherlock. Pansy was invested now. Excited for the pair of them.
Good idea. She couldn’t imagine Sherlock staring.. there. Or looking there at all. He probably didn’t even notice them. “Sleeveless is okay. Um.. color is good too.” Clearly what she had on indicated what she was used to. Sweaters and things that made her look like a school teacher. “Thank you.. I don’t know how to shop really.”
“Well, you want to look good for Sherlock, right?” Pansy said, eyebrows raised. “Catch his attention. Wear something a bit daring, but that shows off your personality.” She glanced over at Molly again, and decided maybe they needed to a little more daring and a little less according to her personality.
All Molly could do was barely nod her head and try not to look like she was going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “My personality is hiding behind sweaters and being nervous and bad with people. I work in the morgue. I’m not sure a short.. whatever would catch his attention anyway. He probably wouldn’t actually notice.”
“Oh, I have a feeling he’ll notice.” Pansy said, then nodded once. “Bright colors and showing off skin.” She said, turning to look at some of the other dresses. “Maybe this one?” She asked.
Molly remained skeptical. “Sherlock isn’t exactly like.. anyone else. He doesn’t notice things like that. But I guess it couldn’t hurt.” To make herself feel more confident. “Oh I like that one. Should I try it on?”
“I think Sherlock notices a bit more than you give him credit for. It just takes him a little time to come around to what it means sometimes.” Pansy grinned. “Yes, try this one on.” It had a big, flowery pattern on it, sleeveless, not too low cut. The empire waist would show off Molly’s form, though, which was nice. “Find your size. If it looks like I think it will, we may have found a winner.”
Perhaps Pansy was right. She just never thought Sherlock in that way, looking at women before. He certainly didn’t in the dreams. The only way he would notice what someone was wearing was if they were dead. But whatever. She took the dress once she found her size and smiled, then went to try it on. “Thanks! Be right back.”
“I’ll hang out.” Pansy said, giving the woman a smile as she lingered near the register. This shop wasn’t exactly her style. Too much nice stuff. Pansy was more the jeans and a t-shirt type. She only owned two dresses, and wasn’t about to buy any more. Some of the jewelry was okay, though. While she waited for Molly to come out, she examined some earrings that were pretty spiffy.
“Thanks!” Molly called back as she went into the dressing room to try on the dress. She wasn’t very much into dresses either. Usually sweaters and things with cats on them. But this was a special occasion. Even if Sherlock didn’t know it exactly. She zipped up the dress and then came back out. “How do I look?”
Pansy turned and broke into a smile at the sight of Molly in the dress. “Hot.” She said, nodding her approval. “Really hot. How does it feel?”
Her cheeks blushed quite brightly and Molly stared at the ground. No one had ever called her hot before. Ever. Even if she was a girl. “Um.. it feels nice. I like it. Are you sure?”
“Oh, yeah. Totally. Go look in the mirror, man. You put your hair up all twisty like, and wear some smashin’ heels… it’s hot. He’ll notice.” Pansy said, grinning. As if Sherlock hadn’t noticed already.
Then Molly giggled. She actually giggled. “Okay..” she went to look in the mirror. Wow. She actually kind of looked like a girl. She was having flashbacks of her dream with the Christmas dress. “You’re right. I .. I do look nice.Thank you for helping. I’m going to um.. change back.”
“Okay. Get this one. Really. I’m gonna go now, I’ve got some shit to do. But … here.” She grabbed a pen from her purse and Molly’s had, and jotted down her number on her new girl friend’s palm. “Text me about how it all goes. Pansy. That’s me. Text me.” She said, then gave the other woman a grin before turning to take off out of the shop.