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Pansy Genevieve Antigone Parkinson (meanandgreen) wrote in wizangst,

It was the first day back and Pansy already felt like she was in hell. It had taken every ounce of willpower, pride, and defiance she could muster to get through her classes. (Well, that's not true. Pansy always had pride and defiance to spare.) She needed to get drunk, and badly.

She hadn't been able to find any Firewhisky when she looked through the kitchens earlier, but she'd been rushing. Time constraints and all that. This go-round she could take her time.

She knew almost as soon as she entered the kitchens that there was somebody else there. She could smell the potatoes and gravy. And... wait... chocolate sauce. Hopefully not all together, she mused. That would be a well putrid combination.

She could only see the back of the girl's head, but after getting a little closer she knew right away whom it was. Lavender Brown, gossip rag splayed in front of her, scarving down a bucketload of mash and gravy while a towering sundae waited to the side.

Glutton.

Pansy saw no reason to pass up this golden chance to make an Order twit miserable. So what if it was Miss Brown? Pansy's parents would have understood—she was sure. After all, Lavender's friends were the reason her parents were dead.

She cleared her throat. A delicious sneer spread across her face.

"Lavender Brown."