La fee verte returns

[inner_human]

Date: Saturday, April 14, 2001 (BACKDATED)
Time: Night
Location: The Green Fairy, London
Characters Involved: Montague Morsus, Peregrin Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 (for now)

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[morsus_et_mors]

Montague half-smirked in response to Perry's witticism. As much as he acknowledged Perry's strength, both mental and physical, Montague doubted Perry would be strong enough to accept all of the truth about him. Obviously, he would not faint-- but would he still be as uncautious and open with him around as he was now?

Ah, the ways of normal people- too obscure for me!

"If you insist- I shall uncover my mysterious identity for you a little then," he said, glancing through the menu quickly. He already knew what was offered by heart and went for what he always went for at La Fee Verte: cigarettes. With the waitress sent away, Montague turned his attention back to his friends.

"I married Millicent because it was conventient," Montague mock-gasped, clasping hand over his lips in exaggerated shock. "Yes, how horrible of me to have abandoned the calling of my heart--" at that he looked at Pansy very expressively, hoping none of them would notice the little quirk of his lips. "If it were not for economic and political reasons, I would have dedicated my life to eulogizing Pansy until my bones would rot away in a soil thick with snails.*"

Montague lifted angular shoulders in a nonchalant gesture. "So, obviously I would not know. I have not even seen her in days since she was released from the Registry. What a smart girl." He smirked.

[inner_human]

Oh, haha, indeed Perry was ever so lucky to have been given the "opportunity" to admire Pansy's magnificence for eternity!

...No, really.

But he wasn't going to acknowledge that, he kept his eyes on his menu and it was all he could to do not roll them up at the ceiling. But a small, amused grin did escape, very briefly.

He turned in his menu as well along with his order (he was going light this evening... sausage and mash), and without that distraction, he was forced to notice how Pansy was reclining all over their companion. Unfortunately he missed her disappointed glances, or else he might have realized that she was doing it deliberately. As it was, he wasn't quite sure what she thought she was doing-and right in front of him! Fine, the flirting he could get past, but did they have to touch?

And should he be concerned? Perry was still doing his best to conceal his annoyance. Perhaps this was typical Pansy behavior. Perhaps she didn't care how or from who she got attention, and this was nothing to worry about.

So, back to Montague then, who was regaling them with his relationship woes. "Oh, you have a heart?" he quipped with a broad grin, which became a bit smaller and darker at the rest. "You've become shrewd in your old age, choosing practicality over hedonism." He hadn't really imagined that Montague would marry Millicent for any other reason-in fact he'd been quite shocked to learn of the match. Honestly, Montague and Millicent Bulstrode?

He continued to grin in his not-so-happy way, but now sat back and found a coaster to fiddle with so he wouldn't have to look at them. "Sorry to have deprived you, Pansy. I know how Montague enjoys having someone to listen to him spout poetry."

Smart girl, indeed. Too bad the Ministry wouldn't be so understanding with all its Registered citizens. "I suppose I should congratulate you-or her, whichever's appropriate. Certainly worked out well for her, though."

[freakedwithjet]

"Aw, Montague, if only I'd known!" One hand moved to stroke his hair once, and once only, and then she added, "You can still write odes to me on the sly. As long as Mils doesn't find out - she has quite the temper, you know."

And with that last caress, Pansy leant back in her seat again. Whilst she wasn't as good as she'd like at seeing through Perry's Ice Man masks, still when her boyfriend didn't comment on her lolling all over his best friend and flirting outrageously, it was a pretty good bet he was pissed off. A picture spoke a thousand words but a Perry silence could be much more eloquent. And while Pansy would not ever wish to be described as under Perry's thumb, still this evening was supposed to be just three friends getting together for dinner. Not World War Three.

Pansy reached over the table and took the beer mat out of Perry's hands. The incessant fidgety twirling was irritating and it gave her the opportunity to surreptitiously squeeze one of his hands reassuringly.

She grinned. "Maybe you should start writing me sonnets, Perry. Prove your undying devotion and fill the hollow in my life that Montague left after he callously married one of my best friends."