Before answering Pansy, Georgina turned to the waitress who was waiting for them to settle so she could give them their menus. Without a glance, the raven haired girl averted her eyes to the blonde female, who obviously thought she was too good for this place. “We’ll first take drinks.” She started. “I’d like the Château Mouton Rothschild bouteille de 1945. C'est le bordeaux, compris?” She said, in her perfect french. “I’ve called ahead. Now run along.” She finished, waving her hand in front of her in a dismissive manner. Georgina knew the etiquette perfectly, she could have the perfect manners when she wanted to, be the embodiment of a high class lady. If she wanted to. Yet, she found her own way to rebel. Turning her attention back to her companion, she offered her a smile. “Well,” she started, licking her lips seductively, “ as long as it’s not just balls. I like to have a good time as much as any others. As I see no betrothal needs neither have they ever been set up for me, I am deemed to behave in a matter that is completely to my liking.” Georgina paused for a second, before shooting a glance at Pansy. “You should try it.”
Georgina understood the hierarchy in school, or even now. She understood how important is to be in certain places, to know the right people. Hell, she understood that better than anyone. But with that she knew how seriously other parents took the etiquette. A family like Pansy’s and possibly the people she tended to surround herself with, social etiquette was very high up. The way they portrayed themselves for the world to see, had nothing to do with who they really were. Hence so many children, specifically from death eaters, had existential crisis, which made them run around like bloody lunatics not knowing which side to choose. It was pathetic really, kids trying to misbehave by choosing the good side, when in reality people simply didn’t understand and chose to follow something that others said ‘would be a better choice’. Georgina had yet to meet a person who would intellectually explain why they chose the new order rather than anything else. Wasn’t that simply more rules? Don’t do this, don’t do that? This is classified as good and this is classified as bad? Poor, poor fools.
“That’s strange.” Ministry being silent simply meant that they were up to something they didn’t want the public to know. Interesting. “Well, I am glad at least you’re not bored. Can’t have my favourite brunette not doing her work.” She grinned, sending a wink the other girls way. At the mention of Quidditch, her smile grew into a grin. Clever girl. “Are you considering placing a bet?” She joked. “Well, the training is good, I’ve been training hard and my hip is basically back to normal. So I’d say I am very strong. My eyes are always sharp.”
Pansy’s smile grew though she kept it discreet as she heard Georgina speak eloquently in French. There was something about the language that had always fascinated her. She loved French women, their effortlessness, how chic and poised they were -- they reminded her a lot of her mother who was flawless, at least from Pansy’s recollections. She had loved her time in Paris, she had spent nearly a year there on her travels, and she often made sure ot frequent, for work. Pansy had always been good at spotting and picking out those like her, those of similar blood status was just the minimum criteria of course, but she was beginning to think that Georgina was one of those, someone that Pansy would begin to quite enjoy having around.
Pansy couldn’t resist rolling her eyes at that, “I am never bored at work -- I have Daphne to keep me busy, and if not there is always someone to keep entertained.” She leaned forward as Georgina spoke about Quidditch, “I only place bets that I know I can win,” Pansy spoke softly, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Pansy didn’t like losing, and definitely did not know how to do it gracefully, so she simply stuck to never losing. “I don’t think it would be right to bet on my friends though, not good to mix business with pleasure.”
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