A Move to Remember
Date: Saturday, April 28, 2001
Time: Night
Location: Number 8 Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Peregrin Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 (for the most part)
( 'It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.' ~Rita Rudner )
Time: Night
Location: Number 8 Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Peregrin Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 (for the most part)
( 'It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.' ~Rita Rudner )
"Oh, that's perfect. Because I was just thinking to myself the other day, what better way to remind myself of Pansy's father every second of my life than by taking his name?"
They'd both sat consciously and awkwardly separated all this time, but now Perry found the strength to lift his arm and take Pansy's hand, still grinning mischievously. But his voice took on a much more subtly earnest tone. "But Pansy Derrick, I like the sound of it much better coming from you."
Yes, he could have brought all this up in a less appropriate fashion. Pansy should have felt fortunate the worst she got was "let's get married."
But the "should" question... well yes, that probably deserved an actual answer. After all, how healthy of a marriage could they expect? They fought constantly, it seemed. She wasn't too fond of his "family" and he couldn't stand hers. Surely marrying a werewolf would bring her social status to newer lows; and really, a werewolf and an ex-Slytherin with suspected Death Eater ties? In truth neither one would be doing the other any favors. What in the world did they have going for them?
...Except for the fact that Perry was sure no one knew Pansy better than he did. And in those rare instances that he was willing to talk, she was the one he turned to. And at the end of the day, their energy for arguments and stony silences was spent and they could lie together as if nothing happened, and they still worked. He still had the pack, of course. They were a large and necessary part of his life... but it was no longer just them, anymore.
Perry was quite focused on her fingers, resting in between his, still grinning as if this was all some silly discussion. "It's no big deal. Marriage is old-fashioned, anyway." The grin slimmed slightly. "But... I mean, if you were interested... I think we could pull it off." He looked at her more directly, looking very, very serious.
"...Besides, who doesn't want to be married to a professional athlete?"
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