| It's oh so quiet, it's oh so still, you're all alone and so peaceful until... |
[05 Sep 2009|08:28pm] |
[Diagon Alley, cafe]
[afternoon]
[anyone]
*assistant runs after her: But Miss Parkinson! Eduardo needs your approval before he can proceed!
Don't tell me what I need to do! It's Saturday, he can damn well wait until Monday for my approval, he isn't going to do anything this weekend but have his hair done and get drunk. Now. I have had no time for myself, so give me the Prophet and GO AWAY. I don't want you running after me. Go back to house and organize my shoes. They should be chronological by year of release, then alphabetical by designer. And then seperate my clothes by season and organize them the same way.
*assistant staaaaaaaares: All? You have five closets and that spare bedroom...*
*Stares right back, holds out hand* Prophet.
*assistant hands her the Prophet*
*continues to stare*
*assistant sighs, walks off*
Now, these secrets everyone was giggling about. *notices one about purple lingerie* Hmmm. I wonder. Could it be an old one? Last time I put on my purple knickers they were quite loose. I bet he sent that back when we were still dating. *giggles to herself* Merlin it felt good to laugh.
*wanders over to a cafe, sits, flips through the Prophet*
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| Think of me what you will, I got a little space to fill |
[18 Aug 2009|07:54pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[late evening]
[anyone]
*walks, flips through sketches* No, I don't like any of these. Tell Eduardo he has to start over, I don't want a princess dress. I know I said that's what I wanted, hell I was even on the cover of that ridiculous magazine in a princess dress. But I don't want to look like a child dressing up. I want sexy. I want curve hugging. I want sheath. Tell him to do it over. And better. This are shit.
*hands designs back to terrified assistant who's running to keep up* But Mr. Eduardo said he stayed up for days to de--
*stops, whips around* I don't bloody care how long Eduardo has stayed up to finish those offensive sketches, TELL HIM TO REDO IT. DO YOU HEAR ME?!
*assistant looks down* Yes Ms. Parkinson.
When is Antonio getting here? He said he would be arriving tomorrow correct? We need to go over the final details for the engagement party.
*assistant flips through paperwork* OH! I think you received an owl from him about that.
And you're just telling me now!? Give it here!
*assistant pulls out parchment, Pansy rips it out of her hands*
*reads*
*mouth becomes a thin line*
*grinds teeth* Well. Adjust the appointment tomorrow and let them know it will be just me.
*folds parchment, slips it in her pocket* You can go, I am going to get coffee. Be at the house at five tomorrow morning.
*slips sunglasses on even though the sun is setting*
*starts walking, letter falls out of her pocket*
( Pansy )
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| Born in grief, raised in hate, helpless to defy his fate |
[22 Jul 2009|12:50pm] |
[excusive bar on the edge of Diagon and Knockturn Alley's aka THE place to go for Death Eaters]
[early evening]
[anyone, ATTN: Theodore]
*sashays into club*
*winks at a few of the men who watch her*
*sits at her usual table*
*waiter: Hello Ms. Parkinson! It's so wonderful to see you this evening! Will you have a guest or are you alone?
I have a guest Peter, Theodore Nott, he'll be along soon. Bring me my usual and keep them coming, please.
*sits back and watches the streets below, waits for her guest*
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| Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain |
[06 Jul 2009|10:39pm] |
[House in Notting Hill]
[Evening]
[Flint]
*stares at pickle jar*
*scribbles out note*
*sends it out*
Bloody hell I'm an idiot.
( Marcus )
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| Heavy thoughts tonight, and they aren't of snow white |
[02 Jul 2009|02:26pm] |
[Bookstore, Diagon Alley]
[early evening]
[anyone]
Pansy searched the shelves for the book on magical weddings while stifling a yawn. Since she fired Astoria she hadn't had more then three hours of sleep a night and it was starting to wear her down. Her eyes were so tired and sore she couldn't even get her contacts in and was reduced to wearing her glasses. And she was pretty sure she destroyed an acre of the rainforest all by herself with all the coffee she had consumed. It was obvious she had to stop, but she didn't know how, especially since she had just bought the gutted building that once house Madame Malkin's, the future home of Pansy, boutique and headquarters. She had finally convinced Eduardo to take over running Pansy, which was a weight lifted, but until she could get him completely settled she still had to handle most things. But by August she could go back to just worrying about her Ministry job. Luckily the quidditch season hadn't started yet, so she was still getting a reprieve. How Pansy was even keeping up with her work, she wasn't sure, but she was not only caught up, but ahead. Not that it helped as she took on more work when her co-head couldn't finish something.
She yawned again, fighting to keep her eyelids open in the warmth of the store. And while she ached for sleep, she knew she would have to settle for caffeine. Again. Pansy finally found the book she was looking for, wondering how she could have even missed it with it's lurid pink cover. She was just about to leave when she decided to pick up a book on potions to stay awake. "I can sleep when I'm dead," she muttered to herself as she walked up to the register. "Hell, I already feel dead." The cashier raised his eyebrow at her choices, but wisely chose to say nothing. She turned and left the building, squinting at the bright sky.
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| Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind the sun or the rain |
[14 Jun 2009|12:06pm] |
[excusive bar on the edge of Diagon and Knockturn Alley's aka THE place to go for Death Eaters]
[early evening]
[anyone, ATTN: Owyn]
*sit in a chair sipping and Ice Vodka martini talking to an old man*
Yes darling I know, but don't you think it's time we all stop dancing around it and just acknowledge the fact that even with Whirlington, purity is out the window. Sure she started the union, but what exactly has she done for us? Actually I think a better question would be what has she done at all. I thought she was supposed to be different then Ponter, and yet she hasn't repealed any of his decrees. We would have been better off with Umbridge.
*Old man nods: Personally I wish Nott was still around, he would have made an excellent Minister. Or your uncle Evan. I was always impressed by his drive.*
Yes, my uncle was an amazing man. The entire Rosier family was, but sadly the worst things happen to the best people. *signals for a new drink*
*Yes, it really does. I'm sorry I must run. It was a pleasure talking with you Ms. Parkinson.*
*gets up, kisses her hand*
*sips new drink*
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| Some days it don't come easy, some days it don't come hard, somedays it don't come at all |
[07 Jun 2009|11:48pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[evening]
[anyone]
Pansy was still recovering from her vacation and if she could have, she would have taken a vacation to relax from her first vacation. She knew that going on a trip with Marcus Flint was going to be a disaster and as she ignored the weight of her engagement ring there was no doubt in her mind that she wished she never went. They hadn't set a day yet, but that didn't stop her from contacting Hannah Abbott about doing the cake. As much as Pansy hated having a mudblood bake her wedding cake, she was aware that Abbott was making a name for herself and Pansy would be a fool to ignore it. Her eyes flicked down to her ring and she heaved a sigh. It wasn't that she didn't adore Antonio, she did. And she would rather marry for financial reasons then love, but she hated that she made the decision because she found Marcus with Sophia and Yvette. No, if she was going to be honest with herself, what she really hated was that she showed up at his door ready to ask him to come back to her. Pansy hated showing weakness, especially in front of Marcus and she would be lucky if she could ever feel comfortable being in the same room with him again.
She tried to push the memory out of her head and concentrate on her to do list. The cake had been tentatively ordered, they couldn't agree on a date but the type of cake had at least been decided on, a new bed had been ordered, her dry cleaning had been dropped off and a stack of books about quidditch had been ordered. Pansy thought about shopping, or getting a cup of coffee and catching up on paperwork, but she just couldn't muster up any enthusiasm for her two favorite things. Instead she stopped off a cart and got a strong cup of coffee and slowly wandered down the alley window shopping.
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| As we go on we rememer all the times we had together |
[02 Jun 2009|02:13pm] |
[early morning]
[Millie]
*owl drops off gold box with a music box that plays selections from La Boheme*
*note attached*
Millie,
Happy birthday darling. Sorry I missed it but Marcus and Daph kidnapped me that day for a birthday vacation to Italy and I simply lost my head. I hope you had a wonderful birthday, I know I am having a wonderful one myself with Marcus and Daph. There's nothing like spending your birthday with loved ones.
Love always,
Pansy
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| Everytime you pass me by I heave a sigh of pain; I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste |
[31 May 2009|09:17pm] |
[Villa in Italy]
[late morning]
[anyone (in villa or by owl)]
It had been a long Saturday night and by late morning Pansy was still mostly asleep. She didn't get back to the villa until three in the morning and if her drunken memories could be trusted, she didn't come home alone. This time it was with some woman she met, a model new to the scene. Most of her partying had been done with her old crew, which included being followed by Antonio, a lovely model who had won her heart years ago. While they had spend many lovely hours together, he had been occupied and she found the first thing that appealed to her. The only thing she couldn't remember is if the woman had left. Pansy slowly opened an eye and rolled her eyes. Yvette's blond hair was strewn about her pillow. 'Bloody women never leave," Pansy whinged to herself. She slowly moved her foot until it was near the woman's hip and gave her a good shove. Yvette tumbled out of bed and on to the floor.
"Ow! What just happened," Yvette exclaimed.
Pansy yawned and stretched, pretending to have just woken up. "What was that darling? Oh you're up. You know, since you're out of bed you might as well leave. I trust you can find your way to the front door."
Yvette stared at Pansy for a moment before swearing and ranting about Pansy quietly under her breath. The woman got dressed, grabbed her things and walked out of the room, slamming the door. Pansy tried to go back to sleep but found she was too awake to sleep any longer. She put on her robe and checked the clock to make sure she had given Yvette enough time to leave the villa. Satisfied that her conquest was gone, Pansy ventured out of her room in search of coffee.
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| Now that I'm away, I wish I'd stay, tomorrow's a day of mine that you won't be in |
[13 May 2009|12:37am] |
[coffee shop, Diagon Alley]
[late evening]
[anyone]
*slides papers to assistant* And I need you to hold these two villas. Honestly, Florence. Who vacations in Florence? I don't care if he is buying a vineyard. And no plans, no departure dates or where we will be staying? This is why I am forced to take matters into my own hands. I swear I don't think he is able to plan anything sometimes. And frankly, unless there is a penthouse, I refuse to stay in a hotel. I read an article that they don't actually clean their sheets. Which would explain why my skin is always irritated when I stay at hotels. And people think I'm crazy for owning and renting so many places. I also need you to call this car service and book them for the entire week. But since we don't have dates just black out the rest of May. I'll get you my shopping list, but have the elves start packing some of my things. Pear will know what to pack.
*sips tea* Oh and get samples of the new lingerie line. Have some made in my size and Daphne's. I will get that girl a bloke if it's the last thing I do. You know what, don't have them pack yet, I need new luggage. Flint's seen my--*clears throat* I've used that luggage before and it looks worn. Order some new pieces. Let me see the villas again, would you? *holds out hand* I swear, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
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| Have they ever seen your heart? Have they ever seen your pain? |
[02 Apr 2009|08:10pm] |
[outside table at a restaurant in Digaon Alley]
[early evening]
[anyone]
Pansy sat and sipped her tea in between bites of her little sandwiches. The last few days had been confusing to say the least. Theodore left her, and while she was sad and upset, it didn't last long. It was easy getting over someone who was really only around for a short time. It probably also helped that she was distracted by thoughts of Lavender. It was that time of the year and it always hit hard. It was a little easier this year, she had been in town longer, everything was familiar and started to have different memories and most importantly she stopped going to Hogsmeade. But the thing most on her mind was Marcus. She would be lying if she said that the secret he submitted hadn't touched her. From the moment Pansy read it she hoped it was from him. But at the same time, she wished that he would just pretend that she didn't exist. Of course that wasn't likely to happen now that she was going holiday with him. Pansy groaned and popped a cucumber sandwich in her mouth. What was she thinking?! A week. Alone with Flint? She was terrified she was going to get drunk and shag him. She just had to make sure to be surrounded by other good looking men and women. Pansy resisted the urge to bang her head on the table. She was doomed, and she knew it.
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| I'm superior, you're inferior. I'm the big attraction, you're the small. |
[15 Mar 2009|07:07pm] |
[Ministry]
[mid day]
[anyone]
Pansy set the box of pastries on the table by the coffee and walked into her office. She had to admit, she was taking more joy then she should out of ruining the weekend of some of her underlings. They could all blame her but if they knew how behind her predecessor was...well they would probably still blame her. She had heard the wireless reports and read the articles. They didn't think she was fit for the job, not that she really cared what they said. Ultimately it was the directors decision to hire her. Running her own business, a charity and head of the clinic, that alone qualified her. It helped that she had been trained in quidditch by Victor Krum. And sure they laughed that all she had done was date players, but you pick up the game pretty quick that way.
Pansy was flipping through her files when she heard grumbling coming from the main area and she couldn't control her eye roll. It was four hours over two weekend days at a job they claim to love and all they do is bitch. She wasn't even particularly attached to this job like she was to her label and her charities and her clinic, it was only a cover, but she still put in more hours then was necessary. The whining and the complaining were getting on her nerves. If they shut their mouths and put all that energy into work, they wouldn't have had to come in today. A particularly vocal worker walked in and started complaining, and Pansy could feel her eye twitching. She slammed her hands on her desk and walked out into the main area.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but the faster we all work, the faster we get out of here. The files for the finals are on your desks and there are pastries and coffee over there," she smiled sweetly, thinking about how wonderful it would be to kill each and every one of them. "I hope you choke on them," she muttered quietly to herself as she turned back into her office.
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| Tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition |
[05 Mar 2009|09:42am] |
[Ministry, Department of Magical Games and Sports]
[morning]
[anyone]
It had been months in the works, but finally today was her first official full day. Her label was in Astoria's capable hands and after months of training with her predessor, Pansy was finally ready to take over the office of Co-Assistant to the Head of Magical Games and Sports. As far as she knew no one knew who was taking over for the man that just left. And seeing Alicia Spinnet's name plate, gave her a little smile. A great job and an opportunity to torture an annoying little Chihuahua. Pansy couldn't help but giggle. She adjusted the name plate on her door and stepped inside. She already had a stack of files on her desk, but she was more then ok with that, at least she knew she would be busy. Pansy walked around and adjusted some of the paintings on her wall, making mental notes of some of the mistakes that her decorator made and needed to fix. She put her coat on the rack and made her self comfortable behind her desk. Yes, she was going to like this job.
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| What you really need is to wear a mask, and book that plastic surgeon fast |
[01 Feb 2009|09:05pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[Afternoon]
[anyone]
Pansy didn't want to believe it. After all those painful and annoying cosmetic spells she went through, she wasn't prepared for what happened Friday night. It was supposed to be an easy retrieval, her and Anya going in to get a spell book. But they had to miss that one booby trap spell. The one that took all the cosmetic spells away and left her looking...not like herself. At least not the one she had seen since her fifth year. Her family doctor visited and told her he couldn't fix it. Whatever the hex did made it impossible to put her face back the way it was. She wouldn't accept that, she couldn't accept that. It was the only reason she was taking the risk of going out in public. She stomped into his office in Diagon Alley, her sunglasses on and her coat collar up.
"Fix me. Fix me now. I want my face back!"
"Miss Parkinson," he shouted, jumping with surprise. "As I told you the other night, it's just not possible. I'm afraid you might end up looking like something that so-called muggle painter did. I'm sorry, you will just have to get used to your old face."
"Picasso? You think I'm going to look like a Picasso, but you're not sure? I'm willing to take that risk."
"Well I'm not. I'm sorry. I don't see what the problem is, you're naturally very pretty."
"I used to be beautiful! Now my face is...round," she said with disgust. "And my smile is crooked!" Pansy fell into the chair in his office and pouted. "I just want it back."
"If I could do it I would, but it's not safe. Maybe we can try again in a few months, but I think you should just keep this one."
Pansy growled at him and left his office as quick as she had entered, stalking out into the streets of Diagon Alley. She just hoped no one would see her disfigured face and realize it was her.
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| Jekyll and Hyde join the back of the queue, the female of the species is more deadly than the male |
[25 Jan 2009|07:16pm] |
[Parkinson Manor]
[Evening]
[Anyone, ATTN: Aurors]
Pansy looked up at her uncle from where she sat in the parlor and smiled. She was still getting used to having family around, but already it felt natural and nice. And she was surprised at how he seemed more like a father then her own father had been.
"Another bourbon uncle," she asked, setting down her book and walking to the drink cart to fix herself another martini. Suddenly she heard a commotion in the hall and Pear shouting after someone.
"Sir. Sir! Pear must insist that you not disturb Miss Parkinson! Sir! Miss Parkinson!"
Pansy looked over at her uncle, her eyes filled with fear. She watched him quickly disillusion himself just as the door to the parlor slammed open. When she saw Selwyn standing there the fear left her and she slowly sat down, never taking her eyes off of him. "Sir. I was wondering how you were doing. I didn't hear anything of your capture when your castle was taken."
"No, but many of us were taken," he said, pouring himself a drink and nervously pace the room.
"Yes, but they have said nothing. And most of those taken were low enough that they didn't have names," Pansy fought to keep her voice level. Somehow managing to keep from shouting out when her uncle put his hand on her shoulder. "You know what needs to be done. Expect visitors soon. Keep him here," he whispered in her ear.
"So what can I do for you Selwyn? You look like you've been on the run for a few days. I can ring Pear for some dinner if you'd like."
"No. No. I'm only stopping. They know I'm alive and I need somewhere to hide. You have a villa in Italy, I need to use it," he demanded.
"My Villa. Well I suppose that could be done, but it is in the muggle world and I do have a full staff of house elves. It couldn't be a permenant hideout. But it possibly could be something temporary until this dies down. I suppose." Pansy looked at her nails, trying to think of ways to extend the conversation. She wasn't sure how long it took for a "house elf" to send an owl to the aurors. Something like this, it could be only a few minutes.
"How kind of you," he snapped sarcastically. "Do I need to remind you of everything I have done for you?"
"No, of course not Selwyn. The villa is yours for as long as you like. I'm being silly of course. I will just think of a lie to tell my models when I cancel the trip to Italy this Spring. Now please, finish your drink. And I would suggest that you perform a memory charm on me so I can't tell anyone where you've gone," she smiled sweetly.
"That's a wonderful idea Miss Parkinson." Selwyn took out his wand and aimed it at her. Pansy listened carefully, hoping that the aurors would show up before he modified her memory.
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| I wish nothing but the best for you both. An older version of me, is she perverted like me? |
[23 Jan 2009|08:04pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[afternoon]
[anyone]
Pansy slipped out of the salon, her hair freshly trimmed and highlighted, her nails freshly manicured and her toes freshly painted. Normally she would be walking out smiling and refreshed, but not today. Not when the main topic of discussion in the salon is Marcus Flint and his new slag. Making it worse, was everyone whispering around her like she was some delicate flower. She was far from delicate. And if Marcus wanted to marry some inbred half wit, she certainly wasn't going to stop him. Not when her oldest friend, and divine kisser, suddenly seemed interested in her.
Of course it stung more then she wanted to admit. While her time with Theodore did distract her, there were quiet moments where she found herself missing Marcus. They had been together for almost a year and she found she had become used to thinking and seeing him. Even if she only saw him when he wasn't busy with work. Pansy caught a glimpse of a dress in a shop window and managed to keep herself from sighing for the hundredth time since walking into the salon. She needed a new wardrobe. Maybe even a whole makeover.
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| I know your anger, I know your dreams, I'm the cult of personality |
[08 Jan 2009|04:33pm] |
[Parkinson Estate]
[early afternoon]
[anyone, attn: Theodore]
Pansy sat in her library sipping a martini, waiting for her uncle to appear. It had taken weeks to set the meeting up, but trying to find enough coverage for the hostages, to make sure they didn't make it out of the labyrinth was causing the most trouble. They finally had a moment to leave Selwyn and his assistant so they could recruit Theodore. Pansy heard the servants door open and Pear bowing and scraping to a deep voice booming through the house. She smiled and got up to fix her uncle a whiskey, when he walked in.
"Pansy my girl, you look well." Rosier said, pulling her into a quick hug before he sat in one of the leather chairs with his drink.
"Thank you Uncle. You're looking well yourself, it's like years have been taken off."
"It's amazing how wonderful you feel when you do what you love," he laughed.
"There is something invigorating about it," Pansy joined him in laughing, but quickly stopped. "Any news on the detainees? Are they still in the labyrinth or has Selwyn's stupidity ruined everything?"
"No the blood traitors are still in the maze. As soon as some of the other come back from recruiting we will go in after them. Speaking of which, you hope to recruit Theodore Nott?"
"Yes, he's a hit wizard and is sympathetic to our cause. Sadly he seems to be the only one," Pansy frowned and sipped her drink. She would give anything to have more of her friends join, but their new muggle and half blood loving ways stood in the way.
"That's perfect Pansy. A hit wizard has many talents and his father was always an asset. When will he be here?"
"Soon," she replied, looking at her watch.
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| Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! But I think I'll miss this one this year |
[26 Dec 2008|07:35pm] |
[Christas Morning]
[n/a]
[Owyn, Daphne, Flint, Theodore, Angelina, Evelyn, Cho]
*Owls fly out to...*
Owyn
Daphne
Flint
Theodore
*big box of the Spring line is delivered by owl to Angelina, Evelyn and Cho*
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| How many times have you wished you were strong? Have they ever seen your heart? |
[13 Dec 2008|12:22am] |
[Parkinson Manor]
[evening]
[anyone]
She hadn't planned on it being so hard to pack up all the things he had given her. And when she was finished all she had was a small box filled with trinkets and jewelry. Part of her wanted to tuck it away with her Lavender box, but she couldn't allow it. She couldn't let herself have another box. It made it worse knowing that she could run into him at any time. And that's why she had run to her family's manor, even though it was the last place she wanted to be.
Pansy set her bags down in the foyer and walked to her favorite room in the house, her grandfather's study. Even though they called it Parkinson manor, it had belonged to her mother's family, the Rosier's, and her mother had kept her fathers study the same even after he moved out. She walked into the room taking in the familiar decorations and furniture, enjoying the smell of pipe tobacco and peppermint that still seemed to fill the room so many years later. The room made her feel safe, helped her remember who she was and what she could be. Pansy walked to his desk and curled herself up in his dragon hide desk chair and watched the picture of her grandmother and grandfather, the only decoration on his desk. It had been an arranged marriage, and while she never regretted her refusal to Draco, she couldn't help but wonder if they really did have a good idea.
"Love is for the poor and the mudbloods," she muttered, reaching out for the frame and hugging it to her chest.
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