RP: Old Friends
Title: Old Friends
Game date: October 13, 1998
Characters featured: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
Location Malfoy Manor
Brief summary: After having tea, Pansy and Draco leave their mothers to have a chat of their own.
Status: Private, DND
Completion: Incomplete
Warnings; Language
Pansy wasn't quite sure she liked the silence that fell between Draco and herself as they walked through the halls of Malfoy Manor, looking for somewhere to talk. The tea had been pleasant enough; Pansy just hoped that pleasantry could hold for a while longer -- if she could hold her temper for a while longer. She was a bit surprised at how she felt about seeing Draco again. Sure, she was happy, thrilled even, but that was tempered with anger towards the blond. He had refused to see her for months, and it hit Pansy hard how much it had actually hurt her.
Dark eyes darted over to look at him as they reached their destination: a small (well, small for Malfoy Manor) room with comfortable chairs and a piano by the window. The familiarity of the room was comforting to her. She paused by a chair, hesitating for a moment, before sitting down on the piano bench and turning to face her friend.
"You do realize I'm not sure if I want to smother you with affection or choke the life out of you, right?" She tried to keep her tone light and her hurt and anger out of her voice, but had the feeling she was probably being largely unsuccessful. "If you ever go for that long without speaking to me again, Draco Malfoy..." she turned towards the piano with a scowl on her face now, her slender fingers running over the keys, picking out a simple tune that soon turned fast and a little dark. "Really, what were you thinking? I've been worried near sick about you." Her voice softened slightly and she sighed, her shoulders slumping as she ceased playing. "Not that I really blame you, I suppose."
Game date: October 13, 1998
Characters featured: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
Location Malfoy Manor
Brief summary: After having tea, Pansy and Draco leave their mothers to have a chat of their own.
Status: Private, DND
Completion: Incomplete
Warnings; Language
Pansy wasn't quite sure she liked the silence that fell between Draco and herself as they walked through the halls of Malfoy Manor, looking for somewhere to talk. The tea had been pleasant enough; Pansy just hoped that pleasantry could hold for a while longer -- if she could hold her temper for a while longer. She was a bit surprised at how she felt about seeing Draco again. Sure, she was happy, thrilled even, but that was tempered with anger towards the blond. He had refused to see her for months, and it hit Pansy hard how much it had actually hurt her.
Dark eyes darted over to look at him as they reached their destination: a small (well, small for Malfoy Manor) room with comfortable chairs and a piano by the window. The familiarity of the room was comforting to her. She paused by a chair, hesitating for a moment, before sitting down on the piano bench and turning to face her friend.
"You do realize I'm not sure if I want to smother you with affection or choke the life out of you, right?" She tried to keep her tone light and her hurt and anger out of her voice, but had the feeling she was probably being largely unsuccessful. "If you ever go for that long without speaking to me again, Draco Malfoy..." she turned towards the piano with a scowl on her face now, her slender fingers running over the keys, picking out a simple tune that soon turned fast and a little dark. "Really, what were you thinking? I've been worried near sick about you." Her voice softened slightly and she sighed, her shoulders slumping as she ceased playing. "Not that I really blame you, I suppose."