Private message to Pansy

[alt_draco]

Sorry I had to end the firechat first last night. That one elf - Gibby - kept seeing the light from under the door and thinking I needed something. You'd think she would know by now that when I want something I'm not shy about asking. This morning I actually half-entertained the thought that she might've been sent by my Father to interrupt. He's been trying so hard not to mention the earrings or anything else, but I can tell he really wants to. Mother's always there to give him a "look," though.

Anyway, the real thing I wanted to ask you is if you're free tomorrow evening. That bloke who manages Tintagel wrote me a message today. I guess they're playing a private party at the Phoenix Arms tomorrow night, and we've been put on the guest list. We could go to supper, first - anywhere you like. I think the party is a bit casual, though, so we'd probably best not eat at Portico this time.

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[alt_pansy]

Of course I'm free.

I've just asked mum if I can go, and since I have to get to the camps on Saturday, if I could stay in the London place overnight and just travel with you in the morning, and she said yes, so that's settled.

And she's too busy with Ewan to come down herself, so the house would be empty the only curfew we'd have to worry about would be yours.

[alt_pansy]

And I'd be up for just about anything when it comes to dinner.

[alt_draco]

Mother knows that Tintagel invited us to a party, and that record-industry people that she and Father know will be there (probably not Mr Tenebridge, though)...even so, I'm sure she'd still expect me home by midnight, at the latest. And we'll have to get up early to get to the camp...

If the band is still going strong at 10, we could slip out and go get butterbeer somewhere like your pl

[alt_pansy]

Yes, that sounds wonderful.

Hitty makes a really lovely hot cocoa, you know.

[alt_draco]

I remember that about her. Does she interrupt That sounds perfect.



I feel like there was something else I was going to say...

[alt_draco]

Oh, right. How are you and Ewan getting along? Still much with the drool?

Not much looking forward to this camp business, must say. Did you notice Daphs wasn't on the list? I suppose she's already been to the camps before, since her Father's an administrator. Plus, she'll probably be cheering Bole on at his Wimbourne tryout.

[alt_pansy]

He's improving now that I've learned clean-up charms. I'm glad he's got dark hair, even though it's unfortunate that he's got Prospero's chin. Babies are cute and everything, but they're sort of boring. He just sort of grabs at things and cries and burbles a lot.

I like him, though. Better than I thought.

I'm not looking forward to it either. The camp. But I suppose we were picked to put on a good face and show everyone else how to be appropriate. Which Daphne is always good for, but you're right, they might've wanted her space for someone else. Or she didn't sign up because of Bole.

He's just awful. I don't know why she puts up with him.

[alt_draco]

Prospero has a chin? I hadn't noticed...

Glad you've learnt to like him, though. I know you were worried.

Daphne puts up with Bole because he's a popular seventh year who will probably have a good quidditch career ahead of him. Or, that's what I'd say if it was any other girl, but Daphs never talks about marriage or any of that, just about how she's destined to be a star of the stage.

She hasn't mentioned any of that in a while, though. He's definitely sapped some of the spark from her. Or something else has.

[alt_pansy]

That's the point. Or lack thereof.

I'm sure he'll be fine once he can grow a beard.

I shouldn't make fun. I think all babies look a little weird anyways. And when he's older, he'll be far more interesting to play with and spoil rotten.

For someone who claims to not have wanted to be in a serious relationship, she seems to have got rather wrapped up in Bole, or he's wrapped up in her at least. And she certainly doesn't seem very happy most of the time.

[alt_draco]

I've see your baby pictures and you were adorable. And so was I.

Maybe she's enduring him because she thinks it will help her future career, somewhere down the road. Or help her catch the attention of Auror Crouch. Ugh. Why women around the Protectorate fancy that rat-faced arse, I'll never understand.

[alt_pansy]

Well, I'm not one of them. His eyes are far too large. And he's got a nervous looking mouth.

And now next time I see him, I'm going to think "rat-faced arse" and it'll be VERY hard for me to not laugh.

If I do, it'll be entirely your fault.

[alt_draco]

Don't worry, he'll probably just assume that the laugh means you fancy him, which will earn you extra glares...

That's it then, isn't it? Daphs likes men who are arses. I mean, Blaise is a friend, but you know how he loves to rub people the wrong way. And Bole's an arse, and Crouch is an arse, too. A rat-faced one.

Well, she's not the first, I guess.

Anyway, I'd best get to bed soon if we're going to be out late tomorrow night. Shall I floo out to your place in London at 5 or so?

[alt_pansy]

So I suppose that if I think Bole is creepy and Crouch is too serious and Blaise is a bit too interested in himself sometimes, but I like you plenty, that means two things.

1.) you are not an arse, and

2.) I have fabulous taste.

I can't wait.