RP: Two Weddings
Date: 15 June 1999 | Evening
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson
Location: Pansy's flat.
Status: Private
Summary: Pansy gets home from a long two days of work.
Completion: complete
She was never getting married.
If weddings made normally sane witches turn into the evil harpies she'd had the displeasure of working with this weekend, she would just assume avoid the entire event. Pansy spent the entirety of the last two days working on two separate weddings for prominent families as obviously, June weddings were popular, and this was a very busy time for Foreman's.
Throwing herself down on her couch, she covered her eyes with one arm and sighed. The Friday wedding had been bad, but today's had been a full scale catastrophe. The flower girl came down with the flu, the groom's mother had somehow managed to hex her future daughter and given her oddly placed antlers, and said daughter had, in retaliation, managed to turn the older witch's hair a lovely shade of puce. After calling the Magical Reversal squad, the wedding had been pushed back two hours, leaving the guests waiting for things to get started. It had fallen on Pansy to share this news with the large crowd, and they hadn't taken it well.
Groaning at the memory, she rolled over and covered her head with a pillow. To top things off, the bloody best man had been a total knock out, and had flirted with her most of the day. It made her miss Neville all the more and caused her to feel extremely guilty. She wasn't interested in anyone else, but fighting off his advances all day left her feeling edgy and, quite frankly, rather aroused. Not for him, of course, but all the sexual vibes he'd sent her definitely left their mark. The whole ordeal was embarrassing and horrible, and all Pansy wanted to do now was sleep. Or something.
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson
Location: Pansy's flat.
Status: Private
Summary: Pansy gets home from a long two days of work.
Completion: complete
She was never getting married.
If weddings made normally sane witches turn into the evil harpies she'd had the displeasure of working with this weekend, she would just assume avoid the entire event. Pansy spent the entirety of the last two days working on two separate weddings for prominent families as obviously, June weddings were popular, and this was a very busy time for Foreman's.
Throwing herself down on her couch, she covered her eyes with one arm and sighed. The Friday wedding had been bad, but today's had been a full scale catastrophe. The flower girl came down with the flu, the groom's mother had somehow managed to hex her future daughter and given her oddly placed antlers, and said daughter had, in retaliation, managed to turn the older witch's hair a lovely shade of puce. After calling the Magical Reversal squad, the wedding had been pushed back two hours, leaving the guests waiting for things to get started. It had fallen on Pansy to share this news with the large crowd, and they hadn't taken it well.
Groaning at the memory, she rolled over and covered her head with a pillow. To top things off, the bloody best man had been a total knock out, and had flirted with her most of the day. It made her miss Neville all the more and caused her to feel extremely guilty. She wasn't interested in anyone else, but fighting off his advances all day left her feeling edgy and, quite frankly, rather aroused. Not for him, of course, but all the sexual vibes he'd sent her definitely left their mark. The whole ordeal was embarrassing and horrible, and all Pansy wanted to do now was sleep. Or something.