i. & ῾◞ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 , 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 .
THE DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR THESE PEOPLE HAD were … astounding . still , their best efforts were nothing like even the worst of pureblood parties . white trees , decorated in blue wisps . it is a proverbial winter wonderland and pansy is glad for the slight chill in the air . the slytherin heiress lounges , dark eyes flicking amongst the crowd as she clutches a flute of champagne in between delicate fingers . there’s always been something deceptivelysoft about her : and even now , it’s the lure that is gaining her an audience . despite being masked , pansy parkinson is still attracting attention . and this attention is different from the disdain generated by her youthful fallacies . it’s intoxicating , really . to be looked at and deemed worthy .
DESPITE HER DISDAIN for the banalities of balls , she is itching for a story , dark eyes tracking interactions as they occur . still , there is no way to tell - even the VOICES sound different . she can not tell if that is a famous wizard entrapped in the arms of a beautiful woman nor can she tell if the rise and ebb of voices nearby is an argument that she would want to record . she’s never been much of a lightweight … so pansy drinks instead . ( one ) two ( three ! ) drinks later and the set of her shoulders has loosened . instead of tense , she is airy - almost like luna lovegood ( she wonders briefly where the girl is before squashing that thought like a bug . )
HER SILVER TONGUE HAS BEEN LOOSENED . JUST IN TIME TOO .
❛ —— didn’t know that actually . ❜ intrigue slithers up her spine as she shifts to face this stranger . quite clearly male but that’s all she can determine . that and well , the fact that he’s at least a bit drunker than she is , which builds a sense of camaraderie . a smile plays at her lips before she gestures to the floor before them . ❛ but now i’m curious . what exactly ails poor barnaby ? aside from the tragic name , of course . ❜ pansy pauses before : ❛ —— and besides , i didn’t come here to dance . but you should worry because that girl is coming over here . & she’s got buck teeth that i can see from HERE . ❜
he is awash with the seeping heat of the liquor mingling within his bloodstream , & it’s weird , being this tigerishly drunk without the arm of ron to lean against or seamus’ beet red face across from his own , & even the oft amiss flushed cheeks of hermione & ( the now rifely raw reminder of ) ginny’s wild giggles & beaming cheeks , the same ones he’d once watched with childlike rapture . but maybe that’s the POINT ——— to escape / flee from the routine , even if being in a closed room stuffed with the same people he’d rather avoid for the rest of his life is not the way he’d personally rather go about it . fancy that .
still , the interloper who’d latched onto his drunken speech was a distraction , welcome in her diversion of all the incoherent BROODING laden with nothing good , & so it’s perhaps with more affectionate attachment than he would normally ( ever ) render a stranger ( or what is disguised as one ) that he slaps a rather enthusiastic smile upon the planes of his lips & nods with the same zeal , eyes affecting a serious impression , one that perhaps would have lived on in dumbledore’s had they foregone their infamous twinkle . mcgonagall seemed more like it . oh , & the pursed lips . he couldn’t forget that . employing his half - impression , ❝ well - you see , apparently he’s got some sort of wart . & a leaking one at that ! ! you know , hence the pus . ❞
he takes a moment to reel in the aftermath of his words , & perks up to add : ❝ also an infamous lover of garlic , but that’s personal taste i s’pose . ❞ at that he makes a rather scrunched up face , but the entire conversation’s left him feeling a bit too like slughorn , so he hastens to return it back to whatever debauched mien it was before .
he’s about to divert that the poor victim was unlikely to hold the title of harry’s fate , but a rather baneful idea strikes first , & the feverish voice inspired by the firewhiskey resting in his guts is none the helper in refusing , despite the disaster it’s surely provoking . ❝ in that case , shall we shimmy to the other corner of the ballroom , then ? ? while i’m usually a fan of that sort’a thing , i don’t think i’m gonna be too fond of her particular brand of biting . ❞
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