Random Drabble II: Cad and Lisa
Title: Parvati is sometimes right
Who: Lisa, Cadwallader, Parvati and Padma
Why: For wickedpixy05 who requested Cad. A bit longer than a drabble, but aren't mine all.
Disclaimer: JKR's characters and world, not mine.
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"...And even though she's a very good dancer, she's rather tall for a ballerina, don't you think? For pointe shoes it's alright I suppose, but you can't wear those for a night out and she has trouble finding blokes who are taller than her when she's in her heels, don't you Lise? Ah, but you're nice and tall, aren't you Cad? With that big beefy bouncer build of yours you'd make us witches feel so nice and safe and little! You'd be what, four inches taller than Lisa even with those shoes she's wearing tonight, wouldn't you?"
Next to her Lisa Turpin reflected that if her shoulders were any more hunched over, she'd somehow turn herself inside out. Her only consolation was that the dim lights of the club hid her reddened cheeks. She shared a glance with Padma, who shrugged and gave her a what-can-you-do look before turning her attention back to her sister. Lisa could tell what Parvati was trying to do, and while she appreciated the intent the former Gryffindors was being as usual as subtle as a dragon in an apocathery.
"Oh, I don't know, once a wand is drawn then size becomes somewhat irrevelant. Ginny Weasley is a friend of mine and no one can hex like that girl. Well, not that I've been on the receiving end of one but well, my mate Harper could probably tell you a few stories." The big wizard let out a dry chuckle. Lisa had thought that she had been wallowing in her own humiliation too much to notice what was going on around her, but Cad's response snagged her attention like a nail brushing against a jumper. She wished she had on a jumper right now, actually. Parvati had assured her that she had an enviable stomach and she had allowed herself to be talked into a midriff halter top along with her black trousers, but unfortunately a few of the bar's male patrons appeared to share Parvati's opinion. And she hadn't actually thought she'd bump into anyone she knew other than the twins when she'd agreed to wear the ridiculous thing!
"Parvati, drinks. Come on." Padma had decided to respond to her roomate's silent plea. Unfortunately, her strategy seemed to be to remove Parvati from the scene but to leave Lisa there by herself - with him! Before Lisa could protest Parvati was frogmarched off, still calling out remarks to Cadwallader.
The Hufflepuff slid a look towards the Patil sisters, then shrugged and gave Lisa a bemused smile as if to say 'What the hell was that about?' In spite of her nerves Lisa laughed and found herself relaxing slightly. "So, just how tall are you exactly?" she asked.
"About 6'3," he shrugged, keeping a wary eye on the clientel. Parvati's chatter had probably been designed to pique Cad's interest but she was right, Cad did make Lisa feel protected. "It's really an appropriate question for people like us, isn't it? With Macmillan we should be asking 'How short are you,' really." Lisa bit back a burst of laugher. "And how tall are you?"
"5'7," she responded. "Add about another three inches with these. Parv was trying to talk me into a still higher pair, but I vetoed them. I'm a dancer. I like to be able to, you know, dance in my choice of footwear. Parv might be able to run a marathon in very high heels, but I can't."
"You managed to talk Parvati out of something?" Cad's eyebrows rode. "You must be a very formidable witch. Say, no one here is giving you any trouble, are they?"
"No, no one at all." Cad's hand was on her bare shoulder, his head bent closer to hers. Now she was finding it harder to concentrate. "There's been a couple of blokes who approached me, but Padma just gave them The Look and they went off."
Cad's eyes narrowed, just an ounce, but he was no longer the friendly, jovial bouncer. She wished she hadn't mentioned the boys. "Well, if you have any trouble, you know where I am, don't you?" he asked. "Head and shoulders above everyone else." He smiled and the tension evaporated once again.
Lisa spared a glance at the bar. Parvati and Padma were nowhere in sight, but she could tell by the throng of people that they would be a while. "I'm sorry about Parvati," she found herself saying. "She's really nice, but she gets these things in her head and once she'd convinced of something, she just won't let the idea go."
"That's Gryffindors for you," Cad shrugged. "But besides, she can be right about some things." Before she could ask what that meant, a patron had arrived at the door and he turned to check the ID. Then Parvati was grabbing her arm and it was back to the dance floor.
Who: Lisa, Cadwallader, Parvati and Padma
Why: For wickedpixy05 who requested Cad. A bit longer than a drabble, but aren't mine all.
Disclaimer: JKR's characters and world, not mine.
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"...And even though she's a very good dancer, she's rather tall for a ballerina, don't you think? For pointe shoes it's alright I suppose, but you can't wear those for a night out and she has trouble finding blokes who are taller than her when she's in her heels, don't you Lise? Ah, but you're nice and tall, aren't you Cad? With that big beefy bouncer build of yours you'd make us witches feel so nice and safe and little! You'd be what, four inches taller than Lisa even with those shoes she's wearing tonight, wouldn't you?"
Next to her Lisa Turpin reflected that if her shoulders were any more hunched over, she'd somehow turn herself inside out. Her only consolation was that the dim lights of the club hid her reddened cheeks. She shared a glance with Padma, who shrugged and gave her a what-can-you-do look before turning her attention back to her sister. Lisa could tell what Parvati was trying to do, and while she appreciated the intent the former Gryffindors was being as usual as subtle as a dragon in an apocathery.
"Oh, I don't know, once a wand is drawn then size becomes somewhat irrevelant. Ginny Weasley is a friend of mine and no one can hex like that girl. Well, not that I've been on the receiving end of one but well, my mate Harper could probably tell you a few stories." The big wizard let out a dry chuckle. Lisa had thought that she had been wallowing in her own humiliation too much to notice what was going on around her, but Cad's response snagged her attention like a nail brushing against a jumper. She wished she had on a jumper right now, actually. Parvati had assured her that she had an enviable stomach and she had allowed herself to be talked into a midriff halter top along with her black trousers, but unfortunately a few of the bar's male patrons appeared to share Parvati's opinion. And she hadn't actually thought she'd bump into anyone she knew other than the twins when she'd agreed to wear the ridiculous thing!
"Parvati, drinks. Come on." Padma had decided to respond to her roomate's silent plea. Unfortunately, her strategy seemed to be to remove Parvati from the scene but to leave Lisa there by herself - with him! Before Lisa could protest Parvati was frogmarched off, still calling out remarks to Cadwallader.
The Hufflepuff slid a look towards the Patil sisters, then shrugged and gave Lisa a bemused smile as if to say 'What the hell was that about?' In spite of her nerves Lisa laughed and found herself relaxing slightly. "So, just how tall are you exactly?" she asked.
"About 6'3," he shrugged, keeping a wary eye on the clientel. Parvati's chatter had probably been designed to pique Cad's interest but she was right, Cad did make Lisa feel protected. "It's really an appropriate question for people like us, isn't it? With Macmillan we should be asking 'How short are you,' really." Lisa bit back a burst of laugher. "And how tall are you?"
"5'7," she responded. "Add about another three inches with these. Parv was trying to talk me into a still higher pair, but I vetoed them. I'm a dancer. I like to be able to, you know, dance in my choice of footwear. Parv might be able to run a marathon in very high heels, but I can't."
"You managed to talk Parvati out of something?" Cad's eyebrows rode. "You must be a very formidable witch. Say, no one here is giving you any trouble, are they?"
"No, no one at all." Cad's hand was on her bare shoulder, his head bent closer to hers. Now she was finding it harder to concentrate. "There's been a couple of blokes who approached me, but Padma just gave them The Look and they went off."
Cad's eyes narrowed, just an ounce, but he was no longer the friendly, jovial bouncer. She wished she hadn't mentioned the boys. "Well, if you have any trouble, you know where I am, don't you?" he asked. "Head and shoulders above everyone else." He smiled and the tension evaporated once again.
Lisa spared a glance at the bar. Parvati and Padma were nowhere in sight, but she could tell by the throng of people that they would be a while. "I'm sorry about Parvati," she found herself saying. "She's really nice, but she gets these things in her head and once she'd convinced of something, she just won't let the idea go."
"That's Gryffindors for you," Cad shrugged. "But besides, she can be right about some things." Before she could ask what that meant, a patron had arrived at the door and he turned to check the ID. Then Parvati was grabbing her arm and it was back to the dance floor.