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"minette," she repeats, carefully, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly as she tries to place their face - familiar to her in a way that evades explanation. her attitude, in general, is more rotten than usual. she knows it, same as the people around her do. all done up in her expensive clothes, makeup layered a little more heavily than usual in an effort to disguise the dark bags beneath her eyes and the tired lines etched into paled skin, pansy has a lot of work to do - at least in her mind - to undo the mess of the charity game. she's all about appearances, and though she went mostly unseen by her peers in the immediate aftermath, she still feels as if her perceived display of weakness needs to be remedied in some way. hence the bristling when she overhears the fanboys words. hence... "and what is minette merrythought's thing, exactly ?"

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "who exactly are you , anyway ?" 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: the leaky cauldron, interior !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed for pansy parkinson ( @witchbiitches )

hands curl tightly around the base of the glass, the amber liquid inside the medicine for the shock vibrating through their body - the itch of the cruciatus curse still lingers along their goose-bumped skin. the smack of a meaty hand pats their back and causes them to jump, a familiar fan of the falcons starts drawling on about the match, about the horror, about the deaths. with a sympathetic look, the man squeezes their trembling shoulder and shuffles off, leaving minette to stare blankly into their drink.

the aggravated voice causes eyes to squeeze shut for a moment, in hopes of opening them and being home in bed, but to no avail. minette looks to the woman, features faltering as the keeper swallows. they knew who the woman was, of course they did, she was her ex's fiancée. pansy. shrugging as features pale, minette feels sick. "not that it's any of your business, but minette merrythought."

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #minette merrythought

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 : oh, jesus, are you alright ? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 : mikaela karkaroff / @taciiturns ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : st mungo's ( hallways / waiting room ) !

"i must really look like shit for you to care," and honestly, whether kaela is aware of the good she does or not in that moment, this realisation is for the best. it spurs pansy into action in a way nothing else has ; forcing her to stretch out stiff limbs and sit up straighter despite the protesting of her spine, to run a shaking hand through her birds nest hair and rub the sleep from her eyes, smudging the mascara lines on her cheeks all the more. her clothes aren't just wrinkled but dirty from where she hit the ground and everything that came after. she does look awful. self diagnosed. she wasn't admitted as a patient, after everything, and she hadn't wanted to go home, so it's been a very long night of waiting for the clock to finally hit visiting hours. she must've dozed off - not an easy task in the plastic chair she'd settled into once she'd lost her third receptionist fight - for so much more time to have passed than she realised. a glance at her watch tells her they're a half hour away, and mikaela's presence says that the garnering of public favor is already in full swing. "i'm fine. i'm lucky," it's the first time she's ever been able to say that, and pansy swallows hard around the lump that forms in her throat before she puts voice to the truth for the first time and tells her unlikely friend, "theo saved my life. he's okay. he wasn't bitten or anything, but they admitted him. i've been waiting to see him. are you...?"

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: st mungo's ! #mikaela karkaroff #i am setting this. the day after the attack. i know it's been awhle. it just felt the funniest option

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「 ♡ 」   𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   »   currently accepting orphan black sentence starters & honesty hour  !

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * meme night !

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everything happened so much faster than you tend to expect. pansy had heard it said that the adrenaline that pumps through your veins during horrifying events can make your reactions shaper and the moments themselves slow, but she'd have you know that the OPPOSITE was true, at least for her. in the dreadful minutes that immediately followed getting them both out of there - when theo ( battered & bruised & miraculously unbitten ) is taken away by bustling mediwizards to be seen and pansy ( lacking the physical proof of the concussion pressure pushing at the inside of her skull and thus going largely ignored ) is left standing numb in the middle of the chaos ... well. that's when the cogs start spinning faster than she can handle. that's when everything aorund her slows. it's less helpful / more hellish when it comes as reflection rather than in the moment action. pansy thinks : i should've been faster. she thinks : he could've died, and this is where the panic that has pulling back like the shore before a tsunami starts to rush forward at rapid rate, because it's so terrifyingly true. her skull pounds and her breath starts to come in desperate little gasps and her heart aches from the force at which it starts to beat and, and, and - " theo, " she sobs, she breaks, and all but collapses into his chest. she ought to be so angry at him for abandoning the gurney. might still manage it, someday, if she's ever able to calm the nerves she'd shot, and luckily for him that currently seems an unattainable sort of goal. " i'm okay. i'm fine. i'm ... you- oh, theo, you almost died. that actually happened. you almost- you could've been killed. "

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃.         theo      ﹠      pansy,   before   respective   hospitalisations.

otherwise   quiet   ward   begins   to   rise   in   a   slow   clamor,      +      it’s   all   down   to   one   thing:      a   panic   that   builds   like   an   earthquake,   devastation   imminent      +      threatening   to   wreak   havoc   in   its   path.         (         fuck   an   oath,   they’re   not   telling   him   anything      +      the      ache      beneath   his   ribs   grows,   nothing   to   do   with   the   gouges      +      the   faint   taste   of   copper   that   hasn’t   left   his   tongue.         )         confining   him   to   hospital   bed   does   nothing         ;         theodore   nott   is   on   a   goddamned   mission,      sought   comfort   in   the   only   way   he   knows   how      /      it   takes   every   ounce   of   strength   not   to   sob   when   he   finds   her.         “         pans-         ”         broad   palms   come   to   settle   at   either   side   of   her   face,   so   painstakingly   gentle   despite   the   tremors   that   wrack   them         —         “         you’re   okay,   yeah      ?      you’re   okay      ?         ”

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #theodore nott #loc tbd. #still the burren but my location tag. hates me. #there r like two distinctly different replies in this but alas. i suffer.

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hues   are   warm   as   honey,  crinkled   at   the   corners   with   the   telltale   lines   of   his   amusement      /      evidence   concrete   inbody   language,      the   way   he      aims      himself   towards   her      !      sunflower   with   its   petals   stretched,   soaking   up   whatever   he   can   get         …      there’s   much   to   be   made,   he’s   sure,   of   the   BOUNDLESSstudy   he’s   made   of      pansy   bedelia   parkinson      over   the   years.   tonight,   it   extends   to   this:   an   arm   that   will   curl,   carefully,   around   the   back   of   her   sofa,   torso   twisting   like   he   can’t   HELP   it.      like   every   molecule   is   made   for   this,   for      tuning   into   her   frequency      without   ever   being   asked.“veuve.   our   hosts   have   wonderful   taste.”         read:   they   have      more   money     than   they   know   what   to   do   with,   and   i’m   all   too   aware   of   where   they   keep   the   good   shit.“a   toast   to   the   new   year,   perhaps      ?      or         —”and   the   buoyancy   of   his   grin   turns   impudent,   cheeky   when   it   curls   in   at   the   corners         —         “to   murder   on   the   dance   floor,   ifnarcissahas   anything   to   do   with   it.”

" and you have an eye for the good stuff, " she trills, entirely chuffed with his choice. the free flowing champagne & themed mixes they serve to the public are good enough for most, but pansy can blame a more privilaged upbringing for her more expensive tastes - and thank a teenaged draco malfoy for sharing the location of the wine cabinet key with them all, so many years ago. the malfoy's aren't stupid, of course, but they've always been more than willing to turn a blind eye to a bottle here & there. probably, she thinks, because it's such a small price to pay for the loyalty given to their prized son. that's how a world like THEIRS works, and theo proves time and time again that he knows how to play these games like the rest of them. she smiles and it's a wicked thing. " may her judgement be swift & her punishment unforgiving, " she intones, all too delighted at the mere thought of narcissa malfoy's soon to be felt fury. as long as it wasn't directed towards them, well... what harm ? she reaches towards the bottle, musing aloud, " you know, i think draco is starting to take after you. "

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: malfoy manor ! #nox.event039 #theodore nott #i fought for my life. trying to put ur reply in this one. #i dont know why.

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it's easy enough to give her unwanted plus one the slip. no one is concerned by the ministry brat on their arm when they are such a controversial star, and when conversation begins to flow between them & another guest she takes her long awaited leave. feet find the path out of the ballroom with the ease of someone who has walked it so many times before and pansy knows exactly where she'll find theodore nott hiding - same place as always. so used to sharing his company with one of their dear friends - or one of the many he's had hang from his arm - is she that it's a surprise ( and ... well, not a relief, per se, but certainly something pleasurable ) that he lounges there alone. " you haven't, " she tells him, loftily, tossing her hair over her shoulder and putting a hand to her hip, all the better to look down on him. this act only lasts for so long before her stony expression cracks with a smile and pansy throws herself down beside him & boops the very tip of his nose with her finger, " but it's better late than never. so tell me, darling ... what are we toasting with ? "

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃         ›         a   decidedly   off   limits   area,   malfoy   manor. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒         ›         closed,   to   pansy   parkinson.

call   it   what   it   is         —         artful,   unscrupulous   spellwork   aided   by   a   significant   amount   of      corporate   flirting.      champagne   on   silver   tongue   and   well   -   timed   furrow   of   brows,   carefully   -   posed   questions   as   airy   as   the      bubbles      that   burst   along   the   back   of   his   throat      (   …   )      it   takes   a   record   time,   really,   to   coax   out   an   answer   as   to   how   to   work   a   hole   in   the   stringent   defenses   the   malfoys   have   tried   so      fruitlessly      to   enforce.      (      what’s   the   worst   they’ll   do,   anyway      ?      his   apologies   will   come   in   the   form   of   shiny   trinkets,   eyewateringly   expensive   bottles   of   scotch,   a   favour   pulled   to   keep   their   darling   boy   out   of      vulpine   scrutiny      when   he   inevitably   needs   it.   the   world   will   always   turn   on   party   tricks   like   that,   nudges   in   vulnerable   sides   and   oaths   sworn,   kept   tucked   away   to   be   called   on   when   needed   most.      oh,   to   be   so   well   -   versed   in   the   ways   of   this   world   !      )         expensive   bottle   hangs,   lazy,   in   loose   grip   from   where   he   sprawls   across   a   velvet   loveseat      ;      limbs   will   shift   only   when   his   gaze   drags      up,   up,   up.         “         you   look   stunning,   if   i   haven’t   already   told   you.         ”         he   will   subconsciously   mirror   her   movements,   drape   himself   in   the   faintest   replica   of   her   own   posture.         (      hasn’t   he   always      ?      isn’t   he   doomed   to      ?         )

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: malfoy manor ! #nox.event039 #theodore nott

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TOTALLY KILLER (2023) dir. Nahnatchka Khan

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * inspiration !

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𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚂  𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :   🎼 & ♭

🎼  TOP SONG ( AND HOW MANY TIMES IT WAS LISTENED TO THIS YEAR )  :  she spent 98 minutes listening to high by stephen sanchez, which is about ... 33 individual times ? there abouts ? pansy switches up her music a lot, so i don't think she'd have crazy numbers for her top song.

♭  WHAT TYPE OF LISTENER MY MUSE IS  :  the shapeshifter, 'one moment you're head over heels for an artist. the next, you've moved on. some say it's erratic. we call it eclectic.'

𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳  »  currently  not  accepting  !

#answered #anonymous

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「 ♡ 」   𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   »   currently accepting winter ( and christmas ) writing prompts & the ic spotify wrapped meme  !

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * meme night !

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FORTY TWO MONTHS  OF  NOXTMS  /  two moments, number two  !

" something that says 'my bad on telling the daily prophet about your unplanned and misbegotten bundle of joy before you were ready for the happy news to break. it was wrong of me to place you and your baby daddy under such relentless public scrutiny at such a delicate time and i'm sure that'… hm. 'i'm positive that despite your total lack of preparation you will make a perfectly adequate mother. " ft. @kxbellem !

#nox.task #nox.graphics #wait more power to vicky for being able to color thai dramas because i cld NOT get that screencap to match the brittany o'grady one

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  the great hall, hogwarts   !

"excuse me," and before she - or anyone else, for that matter - can take another step into the familiar great hall, she reaches out to touch their elbow and bring them to a stop. it's an attention drawing movement that screams pulling aside a member of staff over starting a catch up conversation with a one time peer, and the friendly smile that pansy turns onto them is equal parts dazzling and false. her other hand motions towards the dozens of tables and chairs which have been arranged around the room in place of the four house tables, and there is somethig... careful to the cluelessness with which she asks, "perhaps you might be able to direct me towards the slytherin area of this little soiree... ? i'm a tad confused on the... boundaries, here."

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.event038 #nox.start #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: hogwarts ! #this time it's area woman who peaked in high school unable to leave bully past behind :(

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GREY'S ANATOMY | 2.08

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * visage ! #hehe #i think abt this purple dress all the time.

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knox smirked, “relax, we won’t have to duel today.” although she’s sure that perhaps her and parkinson might tie, depends on how rusty the other’s duel skills are. even then, knox didn’t feel like dealing with jinxes or curses hitting her face. today she needed her moneymaker in order to stay in business. “google can try but it’s not knox bellamy--brighten up your study? may i suggest a lamp? a candle maybe?”

"i'm glad to hear it," she replies - snarky as ever, of course, though knox tends to get away with so much more than other people and PROBABLY knows it. "nobody likes an overly boastful shopkeep, bellamy," even her words of warning land without punch, her focus divided between the other & one of the nearest potted plants, a leaf from which she pinches between finger and thumb, "very funny. if it were actual lights i were looking for i'd have spared us both this trouble. i'm afraid foliage is the only option."

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #knox bellamy #loc tbd.

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hoggleswart​:

LOCATION:    the  ninth  annual  ministry  gala. STATUS:    closed  for  @witchbiitches

movements  on  evenings  like  tonight  have  become  a  well  -  rehearsed  routine,  every  step  precise    &    tactical  as  a  gentle  palm  settles  against  the  small  of  pansy’s  back  to  attract  her  attention.  there’s  cameras  in  every  corner.  maybe  they  aren’t  all  pointed  at  them,  but  marcus  is  self  -  aware  enough  to  know  SOME  are,  desperate  for  a  snap  of  the  happy  couple.      ⸺      or  hoping  to  catch  a  glimpse  at  trouble  in  paradise.  either  way,  they’re  on  their  best  behavior  for  once,  attempts  to  appear  every  bit  the  doting  fiance  continuing  by  passing  her�� a  fresh  glass  of  champagne.    “    if  i  have  to  endure  one  more  more  conversation  about  the  next  ministerial  election,  i  may  end  up  taking  a  dive  out  the  nearest  window.    "    their  voice  is  low  enough  for  conversation  to  be  kept  between  them,  even  going  so  far  as  to  lean  in,  playing  the  role  of  whispering  sweet  nothings  when  really  all  they’re  doing  is  complaining  further.    "    at  least  it’ll  delay  you  the  bother  of  buying  an  expensive  white  dress,  though  i  can’t  promise  your  next  betrothed  will  be  as  handsome  as  me.    "  

merlin,  she  needs  that  flute  of  champagne.  having  gotten  stuck  between  an  overly  ambitious  intern  from  level  four  and  some  sort  of  business  magnate  who  had  clearly  never  attended  a  gala  before  in  his  life,  pansy  hadn’t  been  able  to  find  an  appropriate  moment  to  extract  herself  from  their  boring  political  talk.  she  had  polished  off  her  last  drink  some  time  before  and  then  had  the  bad  luck  to  be  in  the  nearest  servers  blind  spot,  leaving  her  to  swirl  the  very  dregs  until  she  is  SAVED  by  their  perfectly  timed  arrival.  she  waves  a  goodbye  to  her  conversation  partners  and  is  given  barely  a  glance  of  acknowledgement  in  return,  managing  to  transform  the  dark  look  she  throws  them  into  a  teeth  baring  smile  between  camera  flashes  as  she  twists  into  flint’s  hold.  she  refuses  to  give  them  the  pleasure  of  saying  that  she’s  never  QUITE  been  happier  to  see  them,  but  presses  a  kiss  to  their  cheek  for  appearances  sake,  her  gratitude  as  she  takes  offered  glass  unfortunately  obvious.  “  i  think  that’s  a  risk  that  i’d  be  willing  to  take,  ”  she  tells  them,  loudly,  already  starting  to  steer  them  away  from  her  previous  companions  and  dropping  her  voice  dramatically  when  they  pass  a  member  of  the  wizengamot,  “  if  you  could  be  a  dear  and  do  it  before  the  speeches.  minister  karkaroff  has  been  practicing  his  all  week  -  one  of  his  simpering  assistants  told  me  it  most  recently  clocked  in  at  thirty  two  minutes  exactly.  i  promise  i’d  remember  you  fondly  and  tell  great  tales  of  your  adonis  like  features  and  your  massive  c-  ”  and  whatever  ego  stroking  statement  was  next  to  come  was  lost  to  an  overly  friendly  smile  and  a  chipper,  “  good  evening,  madam  bagnold,  ”  said  without  wasting  time  on  stopping.  

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #marcus flint #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ministry of magic ! #nox.event036

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#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * inspiration ! #pansy to the golden trio <3

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kxbellem​:

❛  i  said  a  lot  of  other  nice  things ,  toughen  up ,  nerd .  ❜ said pasny parkinson ( @witchbiitches )

“well this nerd could poison you with any plant of her choosing.” knox retorted halfheartedly. she then looked to the other with a quirked brow after setting aside a potted plant. earlier she had a bit of an accident with the dancing roses getting loose around her shop. good thing no customers had decided to come in or else her day would’ve been more hellish than now. “so what oddly specific plant do you need from me today?”

“is that really a threat?” pansy asks, more conversational than the topic perhaps deserves, “i feel as if the rise of google has made that true of most people.” of course, knox knows her stuff better than most people. pansy can usually admit THAT much, even if it is with difficulty, but far be it for her to allow her sometimes friend this particular moment. “i’m not sure. truthfully, i want something... easy. something to brighten up my study without me having to expend much energy.” 

#( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #loc tbd. #knox bellamy

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𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚂  𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :   ✦ / ♒ / 🌻  !

✦  THE FIRST FIVE NAMES ON THEIR CONTACTS LIST?  :  rodney, blaise zabini, draco malfoy ( those last two are constantly switching positions ), marcus flint and ( her stepmother ), vana parkinson. 

♒  THEIR CLEANING ROUTINE ; LAUNDRY / DISHES / CLEANING ROOMS  :  most of the time, rodney does all of the household chores. pansy does her own laundry - and tends to do a wash every couple days - but avoids everything else until she’s particularly stressed. she has a habit of stress cleaning and despite the fact that there’s never anything left for her to do will go along after rodney and redo everything until she feels better.   

🌻  WHAT DO THEIR BEDSHEETS LOOK LIKE? COLOR? PATTERNS?  :  answered ! 

(  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴  ) 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂  𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  »  currently  not  accepting  !

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