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(no subject) [Feb. 22nd, 2004|01:29 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |mellowmellow]

Well, I think I might have moved furniture and Scourified floors and scrounged about for curtains and linens and apholstery until my eyes fell out this week. But you know what? The Serpernt's Hole is actually looking kind of presentable. D'you know, I haven't seen much of anyone around. I guess Blaise and Hermione (Private// I'll damn well call housemates what I please. Not going soft.//) have been too busy with each other to do much else. It's cute, but kind of sickening. Well, that's what I have my own room for, right? And chocolates. Chocolates are always going to be the best remedy for feeling weird in any way. (Watch it, Pansy. You'll get fat, you know.)

I feel oddly satisfied with the work I've done. Several of the dungeons are now converted to usable rooms, thanks to me! Have they installed that bath? I'm going to have to go and check, maybe have one of those Egyptian Milky thingies. Well, I've bloody worked enough. I'm going to take a wee nap and then go for a celebration in my brand new Smoking Room (well, actually, it's not for smoking because I don't smoke and if anyone tried to stink the new fabrics up with tobacco, I'd probably curse them into next year. But it's the right kind of name. Drawing Room is just odd, and what else can I call it? A Lounge? Tacky.)

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(no subject) [Feb. 13th, 2004|03:57 pm]
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Urghh.. [Feb. 10th, 2004|02:48 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |crappycrappy]

Bugger. Head. Hurts.

Haven't had a hangover-pounding-headache this bad in years. Usually I just puke and sleep all day and then I'm fine. Ouch. Maybe it's on account of being pissed?

Yeah. Ow. Probably. PrivateCollapse )

To Blaise// It's really not a good idea to tell me explosive secrets when I'm drunk, you know. I suppose I'm at fault, though, for acting like I was still a thirteen year old firmly entrenched in house rivalries. I'm sorry, I guess. No, I am sorry. Can you carry my apologies to Ophelia Granger Hermione?//

God, I hate being grown up. No, you know what? I'll apologize myself.

Ophelia // I'm sorry for last night's explosion, and, well, if Blaise is as crazy about you as he seems to be, I ought to be nice. Besides, we did seem to be getting along fairly well, and there's not really a reason beyond my own drunken behavior to become enemies (well, remain enemies, I suppose). Is there perhaps still a possibility of shopping? I'll treat. //

This does not mean that I've gone soft. If anyone asks, I'm going to blame it on the lasting effects of the alcohol. (And the fact that Blaise does hold most of the Firewhiskey, doesn't he? And the potential for getting more.)
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Post-Shopping Bliss [Feb. 8th, 2004|01:29 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |jubilantjubilant]

You wouldn't think that something as simple as a new pair of shoes (Italian leather slingback pumps! And red mules. And an adorable pair of red maribou trim slip-ons.) would put me into a good mood. Probably the best mood I've been in since I left London. When was that, last week? Before dearest mummy's letter and all the trash that started. There's still only one bottle of Firewhiskey, but maybe Blaise had the sense to restock at the wizarding village they went to. I did get my hands on quite an assortment of muggle liquors though. Which is quite delightful. And a few boxes of chocolates, so I'm quite set.

I kind of wanted to come along to the wizarding village. Which was dumb. You never know who of my mother's friends might be there. Muggle places are of course, safe - her set would rather be boiled alive in oil than be within a mile of muggles. I wonder if she knows what I've been up to? The shock might kill her. (Hm. Maybe I could write and tell her. Solve my problems right up.) Besides, what can you buy from wizard towns? Not much, except Firewhiskey and possibly good candy.

Private: // Also kind of wanted/didn't want to go because of a senseless fear that Brig might be there. Stupid idea, actually. She wouldn't be hanging around Spain. Or where ever they went. She went to fight in a fucking war, she wouldn't be on holiday. Oh, shut up Pansy. You'll lead yourself to conclusions you don't want to think about. Just go back to your shoes and forget anything unpleasant.//

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(no subject) [Feb. 6th, 2004|09:42 am]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |grumpygrumpy]

Think I might've actually woken up kind-of on time today. Painted my nails, and now the project of the day is getting that damn water drained. Do those boys know how much of a fucking pain it is to dry off my shoes? I have two words for them: Christian Dior.

Okay, and I'm going to go through the kitchen and find out what kind of food is left. I've got the munchies. I wonder if there's a bottle or two of Firewhiskey still in there? Haven't had that stuff in a bloody long time. One of those things muggles just can't get right is a decent hard drink. Although they do make delightful cocktails. But I'm getting distracted and the important point is that the water needs removing.

Well, even with the out-of-house invasion, maybe there's someone who can help me. Where's all this bloody water coming from, anyway?
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2004|10:04 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |crankycranky]

This has got to be a joke. The Slytherin dungeon is below the lake, not in it. I do not appreciate having to wade through dank sewage water to get to bed.

Thank god there wasn't any water in my bedroom, I don't know who I would have killed if there had been. Beds are comfy, and I've raided the pillows and blankets unused beds. Well, even if I'll drown from this blasted flooding, at least my mother can't find me here. That woman has got to be out of her fucking mind. Me? Death Eater? Apparently she forgot that people die when they do that. Crazy woman!

Note to self: Burn that letter from her. You know you'll be bothered by it until you do.

Private: // I hid the picture of Brig after I unpacked. I can't burn it, I just can't bring myself to. //

Well, it's just a Slytherin Class Reunion here, isn't it? Dear Blaise who let me in out of the cold (and into the waterpark. What the hell! Flooding the fucking Slytherin Dungeon! Do you people have no house pride?) is here, and Draco is here somewhere too, he says. Just like old times, eh? There're also apparently Gryffindors lurking in here somewhere. It really will be like old time. Oh terrific, oh la dee dah.

I'm going to bed. They really are much better than train station benches, these beds.

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Lost [Feb. 3rd, 2004|11:19 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |irritatedirritated]

Why, oh why, oh why didn't I just flee the country? The Bahamas sounds nice this time of year. Or maybe Tibet. I could still go to Tibet, it's not too late, Mother would never think of looking in Tibet. I'm not sure she even knows where it is.

And yet I'm still sitting here on my suitcase in the middle of the ruins of Hogwarts and trying to find a door to a safehouse that might exist. Great thinking, Pansy. Just great. Ick, is that a rat?

Okay, let's just try one more go around and look for this place. There's gotta be a way in somewhere.


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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2004|09:16 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[Current Mood |accomplishedaccomplished]

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