Pansy hated the way she was feeling right now. What hurt wasn't the fact that her parents hadn't owled or that her letters to Thaddeus' had returned unopened yet again. She could even forgive her friends for letting the day slip by.
However, what she could not seem to get over was that Michael had forgotten. Pansy hadn't even had summoned up the energy for a nice argument with her husband - all she had done for the past forty-eight hours had been to silently slip around the bar and the flat.
Michael hadn't picked up on it - even when she had sat and stared daggers at his head across the dining table. Oblivious, utterly oblivious.
So she'd tutted and moved around the flat, picking items up here and there and replacing them before flicking through a magazine that held no interest.
Deciding to change her shoes to a slightly different shade of black, she made her way into the bedroom and saw something glitter on her pillow. Against the vibrancy of the ginger lilies, she saw the necklace and picked it up carefully to dangle from her fingers.
Sitting on the bed with an 'oomph' she stared at in shock. Against the shock and excitement, guilt began creeping in as she stared at the expensive and delicately crafted necklace. Pansy knew the state of their finances intimately - the money she'd 'acquired' from the Parkinson family vault was all tied up in the nightclub and with Michael out of employment, things were a bit tighter than she was used to.
And yet - he'd thought about it and her.The gift was perfect and she picked it up, the necklace grasped tightly around her hand and made her way to the kitchen to watch Michael move around the small space.
Saying nothing she crossed the room and placed a small kiss on his cheek.