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Post by love on May 15, 2006 18:08:53 GMT -5
Pansy sighed, a bit impatiently, as she sat at the booth in the Three Broomsticks. She crossed her thin legs underneathe the table gracefully, smoothing out her skirt. Her brown eyes scanned across the pub and its occupants rather idly, though she couldn't help but notice some things here and there.
Pansy chewed on her lower lip gently, out of habbit more than nervousness. Yes, he still had a few minutes before they had agreed to meet, but waiting for Draco was horribly tedious. She hated being in these places by herself, but more than that hated not being punctual.
What a dilemna.
Pansy offered the waiter a semi-kind smile as he delivered her the meade she'd ordered. She gently took the glass in a thin, delicate pale hand and brought it to her lips, sighing in content as the liquid ran down her throat.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 19, 2006 19:44:49 GMT -5
Draco wandered into the Three Broomsticks exactly on time. He had been working with his father to set up new plans for the Black Vipers all morning and he was more than ready for a break. Meeting Pansy was a decent means for distraction. She was totally taken with him, though she onl required the more surface parts of his personality to be satisifed.
He saw her sitting at one of the tables and sauntered over to meet her. "Hello, Pansy, I do hope you haven't been waiting long for me." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and slid into a seat.
(sorry, dear, but that's the way Draco feels at the moment. )
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Post by love on May 19, 2006 23:49:58 GMT -5
((No worries. All the more fun really.))
Pansy had been staring rather intently on the liquid in the mug she'd ordered, liking the taste but not how full she felt. Though Pansy had a rather svelt figure she was especially terrified of losing it, and she preferred to be a bit hungry than extremely full. She watched a few bubbles slide up the walls of the mug before taking another sip and sighing gently.
Suddenly she heard a silken voice in her ear and familiar lips upon her cheek. Pansy set her drink down, looking to Draco. A smile automatically came to rest at her lips, which were painted a stunning red. Pansy liked to mess around with some makeup. She liked dramatic lipsticks especially nowadays, and it was the only makeup she'd bothered to wear today.
She smiled pleasantly as he slid into the seat across from her, shaking her head and pushing some short brown hair from her face. "No, not long," she assured him, gazing fondly at him. He had become the object of her affection, though she often wondered why she was so utterly infatuated with him when he obviously didn't share the same adoration for her.
"I didn't order you anything yet," she told him with a smile. "I know you hate having me make decisions for you."
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