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Pansy Genevieve Antigone Parkinson (meanandgreen) wrote in wizangst,

There was something in Lavender's pasted-on smile that made Pansy just want to rip the girl's expression right off her tramped-up face. Was it pity? Oh, Merlin, it looked like it was. That whore. Did you want to sit down? Did Pansy want to sit down? No, she wanted a fucking drink, that's what she wanted. But, apparently, fuck-all if that was happening tonight.

"No, I don't fucking want to sit down, you imbecile," Pansy snarled. "I wanted a fucking Firewhiskey. You know—that stuff celebrities are always photographed drinking in your snivelling stalker rags." She surveyed Lavender critically. Merlin, she could still see the pity. This wasn't fun and games any more. Pansy wanted the girl to burn. "Then again, why do you need to know what Firewhiskey is? You're a perfectly good slut without it."

Ouch. That was uncalled for. Maybe. Maybe it was uncalled for. A flicker (maybe even a wave?) of regret crossed Pansy's face before she remembered Lavender's pity, and then the revulsion rose in her throat once more.