RP: Nine to Five
Date: 27 July 1998
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Andromeda Tonks, Ron Weasley Anyone
Location: Madam Pimpernelle’s
Status: Public
Summary: Pansy puts in a hard day's work.
Completion: Incomplete(?)
Pansy studied the face of a woman who had to be at least one hundred years old (although she claimed she was only sixty) and decided that she was never getting old.
"I want to look thirty years old again!" the woman had declared when she’d walked into the shop. Pansy thought she must have mistaken her for God because clearly, clearly she was expecting her to perform a miracle. There weren’t enough potions in the world.
First she’d looked her over carefully to decide if it was even worth the effort, or if she should just tell her to stick a bag over her head and be done with it. Expensive robes, expensive handbag, expensive shoes; she even smelled expensive. It would be worth it alright, she’d just have to hope that the woman thought all the thirty year olds looked like shriveled up old hags these days, or she was going to be back for a refund.
"I’m certain it can be done," Pansy lied, "but it might be... costly. You’re going to need more than one potion."
Money was not a concern, which Pansy was relived to hear. There was a man, the old biddy explained. For Salazar’s sake, a woman in love. Pansy was never going to do that, either. It turned women stupid, and delusional apparently.
"Right this way, Madam," Pansy said, smiling sweetly. "He won't be able to take his eyes off of you."
At the very least, he was going to get a good laugh. She almost wished she could be there to see it. Forty minutes later Pansy sent her on her way with a bag full of potions and a lot of false hope.
With any luck her next customer wouldn’t be quite so… hopeless.
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Andromeda Tonks, Ron Weasley Anyone
Location: Madam Pimpernelle’s
Status: Public
Summary: Pansy puts in a hard day's work.
Completion: Incomplete(?)
Pansy studied the face of a woman who had to be at least one hundred years old (although she claimed she was only sixty) and decided that she was never getting old.
"I want to look thirty years old again!" the woman had declared when she’d walked into the shop. Pansy thought she must have mistaken her for God because clearly, clearly she was expecting her to perform a miracle. There weren’t enough potions in the world.
First she’d looked her over carefully to decide if it was even worth the effort, or if she should just tell her to stick a bag over her head and be done with it. Expensive robes, expensive handbag, expensive shoes; she even smelled expensive. It would be worth it alright, she’d just have to hope that the woman thought all the thirty year olds looked like shriveled up old hags these days, or she was going to be back for a refund.
"I’m certain it can be done," Pansy lied, "but it might be... costly. You’re going to need more than one potion."
Money was not a concern, which Pansy was relived to hear. There was a man, the old biddy explained. For Salazar’s sake, a woman in love. Pansy was never going to do that, either. It turned women stupid, and delusional apparently.
"Right this way, Madam," Pansy said, smiling sweetly. "He won't be able to take his eyes off of you."
At the very least, he was going to get a good laugh. She almost wished she could be there to see it. Forty minutes later Pansy sent her on her way with a bag full of potions and a lot of false hope.
With any luck her next customer wouldn’t be quite so… hopeless.