RP: I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
Date: Tuesday, April 9, 1999
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom
Location: Pansy's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Pansy has some explaining to do.
Completion: complete
After the last dish was put away, Pansy and Neville moved to the couch, hand in hand. She'd owled Neville on Monday to invite him over for dinner, knowing she needed to talk to him about Oren before she talked to Hermione. She imagined he'd be hurt if he learned she hadn't wanted to tell him. The owl to her parents had been sent, though it wouldn't reach them for quite some time. She'd been tense all night, and knew it was now or never. She wished it was never, but knew it was inevitable. At least, if he decided to bolt after the pronouncement, she'd have enjoyed one last evening with him.
She turned to look at him once they were seated, and felt her words catch. He wouldn't leave her because of this- he wasn't Draco. But the fear was still there. The fear that he's associate her with poor magical blood and call things off. It was unlikely, she knew that, but the anxiety was building.
"Oren and Violet were here on Sunday," she said, looking at the empty spot on the side table where the vase had once been.
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom
Location: Pansy's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Pansy has some explaining to do.
Completion: complete
After the last dish was put away, Pansy and Neville moved to the couch, hand in hand. She'd owled Neville on Monday to invite him over for dinner, knowing she needed to talk to him about Oren before she talked to Hermione. She imagined he'd be hurt if he learned she hadn't wanted to tell him. The owl to her parents had been sent, though it wouldn't reach them for quite some time. She'd been tense all night, and knew it was now or never. She wished it was never, but knew it was inevitable. At least, if he decided to bolt after the pronouncement, she'd have enjoyed one last evening with him.
She turned to look at him once they were seated, and felt her words catch. He wouldn't leave her because of this- he wasn't Draco. But the fear was still there. The fear that he's associate her with poor magical blood and call things off. It was unlikely, she knew that, but the anxiety was building.
"Oren and Violet were here on Sunday," she said, looking at the empty spot on the side table where the vase had once been.