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Michael Corner (mike_corner) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-06-29 16:50:00

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!2003: 06, !complete, michael corner, pansy parkinson

Who: Pansy and Mike Corner
When: Today
Where: Their flat
What: Mike's decided that it's time for another conversations about Pansy's treatment of certain Ravenclaws.
Rating: PG-13? Language might be an issue.
Open/Closed: Closed

Michael was annoyed. He really didn't know why Anthony seemed to think that he'd never spoken with Pansy about how she treated his friends. It wasn't as though Anthony was privy to any of his and Pansy's private conversations when they were alone together and he so wasn't going to tell him about any of those conversations. But frequently they had conversations about such things, such as not using or offering his friends up as house elves, not hexing them and to please keep most of her vitriol confined to Michael instead.

It wasn't his fault that Pansy couldn't control herself at the best of times. She said what she wanted and often failed to have any sort of filter. He was quite certain that just because he was her husband didn't mean he could enforce his will on her and make her do something she didn't want to. It seemed like some thought he should be able to.

Screw it. He'd go on like he did. For today though he was going to be annoyed and he'd have yet another conversation with Pansy about it. And she wouldn't like it. Again. And she wouldn't listen. Again. And his friends would get mad. Again. Such was life.

"Ah, just the person I'm looking for," he called out when he entered the kitchen, spotting Pansy rooting round in a cupboard. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "I think we might need to have another conversation about my friends and appropriate ways of treating them and whatnot."

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priggishness
2010-06-29 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Pansy was on her hands and knees searching the catch-all cupboard under the sink to try and find what she needed. She was sick to the back teeth of Anthony bloody Goldstein whingeing at her all the time.

So she was trying to help him. In her own special way.

"Right. Another conversation - how fun." She got to her feet and clutched the bottle of Skele-Gro triumphantly in her hands. "Will it be a different subject or just the same topic rehashed?"

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mike_corner
2010-06-29 09:15 pm UTC (link)

It was a pity that Michael couldn't just stand there and enjoy looking at Pansy like that. It certainly wasn't often he found her like that and he certainly thought it was a lovely sight. He wasn't going to get distracted though. Oh no he wasn't.

"Rehashed conversations, obviously," he drawled, eying the bottle. "But what is the potion for?" He had a feeling that it was for something that was going to give him a headache.

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priggishness
2010-06-29 09:24 pm UTC (link)

There was a piece of dirt on her skirt and she picked it off with a look of disdain before looking at her husband standing in the doorframe looking at her with a funny look on his face.

"What? I got the fluff off!," she said defensively. She knew that there wasn't any other dirt on her. "This? Oh its for Goldstein. I'm going to send it to him so that he can grow a spine of his own."

She'd have sent him a pair of balls but the small annoying voice in the back of her head which was beginning to sound more and more like Michael told her that it would be a bad idea.

"Blah blah blah, I have to be nicer to Goldstein? Why?"

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mike_corner
2010-06-29 09:54 pm UTC (link)

Mike sighed and rolled his eyes, giving her an unamused look. "You know I'm not giving you any looks because of some imagined fluff on your close." He pushed away from the door frame and walked over to her, plucking the jar out of her hands. He turned it in his hands, looking down at it instead of at her. "You aren't sending this to Anthony."

He just knew what sort of crap this would stir if Pansy actually sent it. Why did they even have Skele-Gro and why was it under their sink? He was going to have to go through everything under there and perhaps get rid of things they didn't actually need.

"Yes, you have to be nicer to Goldste-er, Anthony. And Su. And Mandy. Or how about my friends in general?" He sighed again and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "As to why? Because I'd like it if my friends weren't driven away and constantly mad at me because evidently I have some sort of magic control of what you say and what you write. And you might find you like them if you were nicer."

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priggishness
2010-06-29 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"Why not? He clearly needs it. Who gets drunk and then complains in their journal that they don't like their best friends wife and is going to take it out on their best friend?"

Frowning, she watched the Skele-Gro disappear onto a high shelf out her reach. Damn. One day she was going to redo the kitchen. Or just get rid of it altogether.

"I am nice. Not once have I raised my wand to him or bean particularly mean. I haven't threatened to harm his family or anything even remotely intimidating."

Pansy glowered at him before folding his arms and giving him a look. "How much nicer do you want me to be? Want me to act like a soppy wet Hufflepuff and we can all hold hands and sing songs round a campfire? Oooh perhaps we can braid each others hair. Yay!"

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mike_corner
2010-06-29 10:27 pm UTC (link)

"He doesn't need it! People are less inhibited when they're drunk. I'm sure you'd say things in your journal if you had access to it when you were drunk to." He'd make certain that if he decided to drink his journal was put somewhere far out of the way so he didn't get the idea.

He was going to get a headache. He just knew it. He could feel phantom pains now and just knew that this conversation was going to get ugly. Fast.

"Offering to set him up with a hag isn't nice. Nor are most of your comments to him ever. And I'd hope you wouldn't go ever threaten his family." He would add on or anyone's family, but that would seriously be pushing it.

"I'm not asking you to act like a Hufflepuff. I'm just asking you to perhaps sensor yourself a bit. You have quite a painful bark, as it is." He remembered quite a bit how cruel some of her words could be and how they could make someone feel. "The sarcasm? Definitely not needed."

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priggishness
2010-06-29 10:50 pm UTC (link)

"Not all of us need to be drunk in order to say what we mean. Most of us have the spine to say it whilst sober and face to face. Or didn't they have a book on that in the library?"

How dare he? How dare he stand there and try to defend the inexcusable? At no point in their drunkenly slurred vows had she agreed to "love, honour and put up with wet blanket friends." Come to think of it, there was no chance she'd have agreed to obey Corner. There simply wasn't enough alcohol in the world for Pansy to acquiesce to someone else.

"Have you seen his comments to me? They're not exactly little kittens and rainbows. And the hag has a name!" Not that Pansy knew what the name was but that wasn't the point. "He said he was lonely and she seems a nice enough sort. If he wasn't always hanging around the flat and complaining as though nothing is good enough for him then maybe he'd not be lonely."

After spending nine hours hashing out vat increases and tax rises per bottle of alcohol, finding Goldstein lounging in the flat was enough to have her grinding her teeth. Goldstein had the same disease that most 'Claws had ; broom-up-themselves-itis.

She was tired of trying to deal with Goldstein. And Su Li. And Mandy "We used to date in Hogwarts and aren't my eyes so big and innocent" Brocklehurst. She'd married one bloke. And been saddled with the entirety of Ravenclaw House.

"I have a painful bark?! How dare you compare me to a dog Michael Corner! You want me to censor myself? Start by practising what you preach!"

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mike_corner
2010-06-29 11:07 pm UTC (link)

"Most people understand the need to censor themselves. Not everyone deals well with brutal honesty and what they might perceive as cruel." He'd ignore the comment about the book.

He was right. This was getting ugly. He wondered how long it'd take him to wish he didn't have this conversation. Again. But he knew that eventually they'd have this conversation, so now was as good a time as any.

"I've noticed. I'll have a conversation with him as well. But I'm not going over there right now while he's threatening to hit me with a fish." Which was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard of.

He was so being misunderstood. "I wasn't comparing you to a dog! It's just a saying. One I'm sure you've heard before. Your words can be quite painful and I know you know it. I'm just asking you to be aware of that and perhaps think about how the other person would feel."

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priggishness
2010-06-29 11:15 pm UTC (link)

"Most people? So I'm not quite up to standards, am I? And being honest is being cruel now? I'll be sure to try and work this new and sensitive side of my personality into my work. Is that how I should fire a staff member? Oh don't worry, you're only mostly fired? But here, have some flowers.?"

With a shake of her head that send her bob moving, Pansy picked her way across the kitchen to cross to face Michael. "Not a fish. He's planning on knocking me unconscious and then beating you up with. Great friend you've got there Corner. A real fine example of loyalty. Upstanding bloke."

Opening the door she made as though to move through it before before turning as a thought suddenly struck her. "Since you've not learned to censor your mouth, why don't you sleep on the couch until you do? Or do my feelings not count?"

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mike_corner
2010-06-30 03:24 pm UTC (link)

Michael rubbed at his face in irritation. He was positive that she was twisting everything he said just to further the fight. He'd known that this talk would result in one, he just hadn't counted on her twisting everything to make it that much worse. Maybe it'd be better if he just... shut up.

"You go further then honest though, Pansy. You twist things into the most cruel way that you can. I've grown used to it." Not to mention a lot of people seemed to think that them being mean to each other was some sort of foreplay. "Some people take things to heart quicker."

He cringed at the mention of what Anthony really wanted to hit him with. "I am pretty sure he's not actually stupid enough to try that. That would just be drunken, insane ideas." After all it wasn't as though they hadn't done something that people thought was insane while drunk.

The couch... Great. He wasn't going to try to argue it though. It wasn't like he didn't have magic to make it more comfortable. "Fine, Pansy. And I never said your feelings don't count. You aren't the only one I plan on talking to. You are just the first."

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priggishness
2010-06-30 09:07 pm UTC (link)

It would have surprised people to know that Pansy had emotions. It would have shocked even her closest friends to know that not only had Michael's words upset her but there was a strange uncomfortable prickling feeling creeping up her spine.

How was she supposed to react when the man she was married to - the man she..well, even in her thoughts she still felt guilty about admitting to loving him - told her she was cruel and that he'd gotten 'used to it'?

Somehow she felt as though she'd been caught kicking the favoured House Elf and it was entirely her fault. She had two options ; one was to continue with Michael sleeping on the couch and see how long she could bear the heat in her stomach and across her shoulder blades and the other...

The other was putting up with the strange half-goblin, loud mouthed, floppy eared whiner who hadn't liked her in Hogwarts and was doing his damnedest to make her married life hell.

"You just did, Michael." There was a hint of her emotions in her voice before she turned and left the kitchen, heels clicking on the floor.

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