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Who: Pansy Parkinson and Zacharias Smith
What: An uncomfortable run-in
Where: The hallway
When: Late evening, November 4, 1997
Status: In progress
Pansy stood by the large glass window out to the Courtyard, watching the rain fall. She’d always liked thunderstorms, but admittedly, this was a bit much. It had been raining for days! Now that she was done with her rounds, her irritating partner for the week already having gone off to bed, she was free to wander around as she liked. The castle always seemed so much quieter in the evenings, even with the portraits chattering away in their canvases... that is, until she heard echoing footsteps from the hall behind her. She spun around in a panic, wand raised.
When she saw who it was, she didn’t lower her wand an inch.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been following me around again, Smith.” She said scathingly. “What, are you planning on apologizing too? Today seems to be the day for it.”
What: An uncomfortable run-in
Where: The hallway
When: Late evening, November 4, 1997
Status: In progress
Pansy stood by the large glass window out to the Courtyard, watching the rain fall. She’d always liked thunderstorms, but admittedly, this was a bit much. It had been raining for days! Now that she was done with her rounds, her irritating partner for the week already having gone off to bed, she was free to wander around as she liked. The castle always seemed so much quieter in the evenings, even with the portraits chattering away in their canvases... that is, until she heard echoing footsteps from the hall behind her. She spun around in a panic, wand raised.
When she saw who it was, she didn’t lower her wand an inch.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been following me around again, Smith.” She said scathingly. “What, are you planning on apologizing too? Today seems to be the day for it.”