pansy & fred ⁜ donatello
@pansvparkinsons
“What do you think?” Fred asked, stretching out a photograph of painting of a nude-woman, splayed across the pages of a glossy book. He’d been thumbing the pages for a good twenty minutes, debating if the book was worth the eight galleons. It had been giving him ideas for the up and coming Weasley Brothers calendar he was still trying to convince George of participating in with him. It wasn’t too late yet- just barely February- and if they got one out for this year, it’d be good marketing for the following year.
“I want to be painted. Totally nude. Like how Donatello used to do it,” he mused, feeling the warmth of a person beside him perusing the books, though he hadn’t yet looked up. “Bet I could find people willing to pay me for the experience! Reckon I’d triple my income by volunteering for these things! Merlin, never did think of that one before. Why? And here, I fancied myself a geni--”
Chocolate eyes finally glanced to the side, catching sight of the one and only Pansy Parkinson whose blood was more pure than an Austrian Duke. Fred was surprised that she hadn’t yet dropped dead from some sort of blood-borne illness.
“-us,” he finished. “Parkinson. What a surprise! I didn’t know you read. Didn’t know you could read, actually. Or uh- you get lost? This is the book store. You know-- where people come to find things to read. Do you know what reading is?” Fred spoke slowly, annunciating each word as though he were speaking to someone hard of hearing. “The picture-books are-- over there.” Fred explained, pointing to a spot up a small set of stairs in the back where the children’s books resided. “Do you need me to guide you?”
