No news is good news.
Date: 3 October 2000
Time: Morning, around nine
Place: Parvati's Flat, London
Characters Involved: Parvati Patil only
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
The sliver of sunlight that had escaped through the small crack in the curtains happened to be falling right on Parvati's face. She inhaled deeply, waking up from a deep sleep, and blinked her eyes against the offending light. It had been a nice sleep. Sighing, she rolled over on her side. Her clothes from last night were still strewn on the floor. When she got home, she hadn't bothered to take care of them. Instead she immediately threw on her pajamas and had fallen asleep. The clock that resided on the bedside table read just after nine. Not too late, but Parvati was used to getting up early. She noticed something else on the table, next to the clock, that hadn't been there before. It looked like Witch Weekly and it was opened to page seven. Lavender must have gotten the post and brought it in to her.
"Oh, gods!" Parvati wailed, as soon as she realized what the aticle was about. Was there really any possible way that Sabrina Salmartino had been in Zonzo's at the same time? Parvati certainly hadn't spotted her, and if she had she would have suggested another place. No matter how much attention Parvati wanted, this was still bad. Oliver would hate her. He would never speak to her, fire her and forbid her to talk to him.
Calm down. This was irrational. It wasn't her fault that this article was here. She didn't tell anyone besides Lavender and Padma that she was going to get dinner with Oliver. And they would never sell it to the press, that's for certain. Propped up on her elbow, Parvati quickly read through the article. She felt her face burning. Hermione Granger? Oliver had gone out with her as well. But it didn't say anything more about that. The insinuations Hermione was sleeping with Lupin seemed to assuage the brightness of the spotlight on Parvati, but really. Had they gone out together?
Parvati fell back onto her pillow, dropping the magazine on the floor. What on earth was she going to do? Most of all, what did Oliver think? It still stung her that he had gone out with Hermione only a week before, and they were obviously doing something to make the tabloids, right? Oliver liked Hermione. He had to. Parvati was just the nanny, the friend. Not the date.
Feeling the stinging threat of tears, Parvati grabbed her journal and scribbled in it before slamming it shut and throwing it back into her drawer. This was too much. She needed tea.
Time: Morning, around nine
Place: Parvati's Flat, London
Characters Involved: Parvati Patil only
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
The sliver of sunlight that had escaped through the small crack in the curtains happened to be falling right on Parvati's face. She inhaled deeply, waking up from a deep sleep, and blinked her eyes against the offending light. It had been a nice sleep. Sighing, she rolled over on her side. Her clothes from last night were still strewn on the floor. When she got home, she hadn't bothered to take care of them. Instead she immediately threw on her pajamas and had fallen asleep. The clock that resided on the bedside table read just after nine. Not too late, but Parvati was used to getting up early. She noticed something else on the table, next to the clock, that hadn't been there before. It looked like Witch Weekly and it was opened to page seven. Lavender must have gotten the post and brought it in to her.
"Oh, gods!" Parvati wailed, as soon as she realized what the aticle was about. Was there really any possible way that Sabrina Salmartino had been in Zonzo's at the same time? Parvati certainly hadn't spotted her, and if she had she would have suggested another place. No matter how much attention Parvati wanted, this was still bad. Oliver would hate her. He would never speak to her, fire her and forbid her to talk to him.
Calm down. This was irrational. It wasn't her fault that this article was here. She didn't tell anyone besides Lavender and Padma that she was going to get dinner with Oliver. And they would never sell it to the press, that's for certain. Propped up on her elbow, Parvati quickly read through the article. She felt her face burning. Hermione Granger? Oliver had gone out with her as well. But it didn't say anything more about that. The insinuations Hermione was sleeping with Lupin seemed to assuage the brightness of the spotlight on Parvati, but really. Had they gone out together?
Parvati fell back onto her pillow, dropping the magazine on the floor. What on earth was she going to do? Most of all, what did Oliver think? It still stung her that he had gone out with Hermione only a week before, and they were obviously doing something to make the tabloids, right? Oliver liked Hermione. He had to. Parvati was just the nanny, the friend. Not the date.
Feeling the stinging threat of tears, Parvati grabbed her journal and scribbled in it before slamming it shut and throwing it back into her drawer. This was too much. She needed tea.