Pansy popped in to Honeydukes, making a beeline for the bakery counter. Today she had many errands to run for her father's upcoming birthday. The sugared quills and the puckered pastries were his favourite- he'd told her a rare story or two about his Hogwarts years and shed never forgotten them. So now, on her mission, she pressed past a few
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“I hope no one that I know sees me. People might get the wrong idea. People might start to think that I actually care!” Daniel muttered to himself as he pulled a handful of skeleton sweets off a shelf and shoved them in his pocket. He looked up and saw a few familiar figures in the distance in the store. Harper squinted his eyes and could only make out one of the figures. It was Pansy for sure.
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Sweeping some more items haphazardly into her bag, she turned on heel to the witch working the till. Handing her share of money, she (what's the opposite of gingerly?) roughly shoved some more people out of the way.
"Way too bloody crowded," she muttered disapprovingly as she finally emerged outside.
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Besides.
He had always admired her ability to stand out in a crowd.
You know, they'll look at you even if you don't push them to the ground first. He said with a good nature, feeding her a sly grin while twirling the stick of the bright red sucker that hung from it.
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"Draco," she purred, kissing his cheek. "I've missed you darling!"
She glanced back at the unruly crowd. "I don't do well with mob scenes," Pansy rolled her eyes.
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