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Pansy Parkinson
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Pansy paced through the now-dry hallways of the Serpent Hole on a pretense of looking for any other problems that the boys had neglected to fix. Really, she'd been bored out of her mind sitting still and had decided to get a bit of exercise. She sure as hell wasn't going to go above ground - and no one in this place would get the benefit of seeing her do yoga.

She couldn't remember having been bored during school. There was always someone to torment, class work, something. She stopped and looked at a statue for a moment. She hadn't changed much, so how come everything seemed different?
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Turning the corner of the hallway, Neville noticed a new face. He'd seen her before, but have never spoken to her and he doesn't know her name. Approaching her, Neville greeted her with the same wide eyed monotone expression of a nutcase.

"Hello, I haven't seen you before that much, who are you?" Neville said, cocking his head at an angle.

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"You look dreadfully bored, Pansy darling," Blaise said, walking up the hallway toward her, trailed by the everpresent wolf. "It's a fairly nice day for a change. Would you like to take a short jaunt to the outside world?"

"Ciao, Neville. You look well today," Blaise said to him.
"Caio Blaise. Are you going outside? Too bad I can't go...I will be pounced on and carried away the minute my face hits sunlight. If rumors are true and this place is discovered, then that is what will happen..."
Pansy turned as the two boys arrived. "I'm fairly dying," she said with a grin to Blaise. "Outside sounds like heaven." She looked down at the Ophelia-wolf suspiciously. It wasn't going to bite her throat out. She hoped.

She turned to the other boy. "Pansy Parkinson. Longbottom?!" She asked, shocked. Blaise had said Neville. And she didn't know anyone else who'd name their child that. Honestly, it was asking to be picked on.
"Pansy Parkinson? I remember you. You were that rich slytherin girl that was always with Draco. Draco told us about you...when he was bored enough to talk. I heard that you stepped on his foot while dancing at the Yule Ball and that you tripped and fell at his feet after chasing after him. Interesting, I've never really spoken to you."
Pansy stared. She'd always heard that Longbottom was scatterbrained, but this boy was a complete nutter.

"And I've heard you can't find your own ass with a map, but we don't really have to rely on gossip, do we?" After a moment's thought, she added another bit. "And Draco was being handsy. He deserved it, ought to thank whatever gods he's got that I wasn't wearing stilettos." She stamped her foot in demonstration.
"Pansy," Blaise said with a smirk at her foot stamping, "don't fight with Neville over something Draco may or may not have said. You know how things get blown out of proportion."
Pansy rolled her eyes at Blaise. "Aw, but bashing Draco and teasing Gryffindors is just so much fun."

"Shopping, though, is more fun. I'll behave." she sighed.
"Italian leather pumps?" Blaise asked her. "Or Corinthian leather from Spain? We're going to both places today, you know. I have quite a list of things to acquire."
At that moment, Pansy was very, very glad to be alive.

"How about both?" She asked. "I think I'm going to have to grab my purse before we go." She took out her wand and summoned the handbag with a smile.

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b_n_zabini

13 years ago

"Woof." Wagging her tail ~I'm in just too good a mood to be put out with anyone right now. Even you, Pansy.~
"It could indeed happen," Blaise told Neville, glad he wouldn't have to think of a polite way to leave the raving nutter other Gryffindor behind when they left. "That's remarkably fore-sighted of you to think of that."

He wondered idly if Draco could be trusted not to maim or murder Neville while they were gone.

"You look odd, what is that expression? What are you thinking?" Neville pondered. He kneeled down to pet the wolf, she seemed friendly. Neville looked at the wolf in the eye, and had an odd feeling in his gut, but ignored it and returned to Blaise.
"I was just thinking that you could use some new clothes as much as the girls could," Blaise lied smoothly, "and especially a cloak to replace that blanket you wear."

He looked down at Neville petting the wolf. "I think she likes you, Neville."
"New clothing, indeed. The pyromancers in Egypt always wore fine red silks embroidered with the eye of Re. And then there is me, with my tattered shirt and pants and a bedsheet." Neville said with a sigh.

"Where did you find this wolf, she seems very intelligent and playful. Most wolves would have eaten me by now."
"Fine red silk?" Blaise echoed with a raised eyebrow. "I'll see what I can find. And I didn't find the wolf, she found me in Bavaria. She's been tagging along with me for about a year now."

He thought about what Neville had said for a second. "Why do you say most wolves would have eaten you by now?" he asked. "Wolves generally stay away from humans."
"Not many animals like me, its like a bad luck thing. My wand is made from the essence of Naiad hair, meaning that it plays tricks on me, meaning that it can turn nature into a foe at times. I'm not very good with animals that have teeth either."
"I see," Blaise said in a voice that made it obvious he didn't. "So you'd like red silk, like the Egyptian pyromancers? Any other special requests before we leave?"
"Yes, I need there to be the Eye of Re anywhere of the clothing, to signify my status. Maybe I will be treated with more respect like that. And pick me up some rubies and garnets while you're out. Perhaps some vegetables and various spices. Maybe some gold cuffs..."
Blaise stared at Neville in disbelief. "I'm not going to Egypt," he said finally. "And there are no Egyptian pyromancers in Italy or Spain."

He thought about it for a long minute, then added, "If I brought gold thread, could you do the Eye of Ra design on your own? As for the food, it's on my list. I can't make any promises about the rubies, garnets, or gold cuffs, I'm afraid."
"Gold thread would be fine. And the food would be great. Don't sweat the treasures...they were only for the sake of making me look rich, but nevermind, you all know me anyways as Neville the poor pureblood pyromancer of England."
"Yes, we certainly do know you, Neville," Blaise said in a neutral voice. "We'll do our best to get the things on your list. You stay out of trouble while we're gone, alright?" He was glad he'd had Draco move the mermaid relics to a safe place earlier that morning. He didn't trust Neville's nonexistent self-control around shiny things any more than he trusted Potter to let a Death Eater go free.

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love_is_idle

13 years ago

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nev_l_b

13 years ago

Looking amused ~Neville, I don't want the indigestion you'd cause if I ate you. Besides, I lived with you for 7 years, why let you drive me crazy now?~

"Woof."