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Who: Parvati Patil
When: 28 October, 2000
Where: London, England
Status: Completed
Parvti returned home from the store to find a large parcel at the foot of her floo where it had been dropped off, delivered while she was away. She first put her grocery bags down upon the kitchen table before coming toward it. She already knew what it was; her costume for Tuesday's Masquerade Ball.
With a deft swipe of her wand, she opened the packing tape that had sealed it shut and she opened the parcel to find a glittering, gold sequined bikini top and bottom that sparkled in the light shining through a nearby window. This, in addition to a gossamer cape with an ornate headdress, completed the ensemble. She was supposed to be a butterfly, but she would look more like a showgirl.
"Or a stripper." she thought, ruefully. He boyfriend had been the one to pick it out. He loved her body and loved showing her body off to people. Parvati knew Jacob wanted everybody to know, with his arm around her waist at the party, who he would be fucking later that night. While Parvati had to admit she thought it looked pretty on her when she had tried it on, but seeing Jacob's reflection staring lewdly over her shoulder as she examined herself in shop's mirror made her stomach churn. He was a loathsome, despicable creature with an odious nature.
But he was also a Death Eater.
And one with a good position at the Ministry.
She was afraid to tell him, 'no'. To tell him, 'stop'. To tell him to go away.
She hung her head, the pretty fabric held loosely in her hands, then turned to look mournfully out the window. She knew Mercury had turned retrograde today, and she was already feeling this planet's effects on her usual clarity of thinking: among other things, Mercury rules over the power of the mind, and when retrograde, intellectual characteristics tend to become less acute than usual, and critical faculties, dimmed.
It would also be a time for introspection, since Mercury was retrograde in Scorpio; a time to reconsider personal views and opinions about life and gain insight into one's ego. Unfortunately, Parvati knew she was in a bind, but could not see any way out of it. She was better than some, that was for certain, but she had never felt so trapped.
She considered her costume, that of a butterfly, and thought how ironic it was. She wanted to be as free and beautiful as a butterfly among the flowers, but instead she felt utterly trapped.
Was there no hope?
She had to remain focused, to hold on to what was positive, or else she knew she would be crushed, not just physically, but even worse, spiritually.
When: 28 October, 2000
Where: London, England
Status: Completed
Parvti returned home from the store to find a large parcel at the foot of her floo where it had been dropped off, delivered while she was away. She first put her grocery bags down upon the kitchen table before coming toward it. She already knew what it was; her costume for Tuesday's Masquerade Ball.
With a deft swipe of her wand, she opened the packing tape that had sealed it shut and she opened the parcel to find a glittering, gold sequined bikini top and bottom that sparkled in the light shining through a nearby window. This, in addition to a gossamer cape with an ornate headdress, completed the ensemble. She was supposed to be a butterfly, but she would look more like a showgirl.
"Or a stripper." she thought, ruefully. He boyfriend had been the one to pick it out. He loved her body and loved showing her body off to people. Parvati knew Jacob wanted everybody to know, with his arm around her waist at the party, who he would be fucking later that night. While Parvati had to admit she thought it looked pretty on her when she had tried it on, but seeing Jacob's reflection staring lewdly over her shoulder as she examined herself in shop's mirror made her stomach churn. He was a loathsome, despicable creature with an odious nature.
But he was also a Death Eater.
And one with a good position at the Ministry.
She was afraid to tell him, 'no'. To tell him, 'stop'. To tell him to go away.
She hung her head, the pretty fabric held loosely in her hands, then turned to look mournfully out the window. She knew Mercury had turned retrograde today, and she was already feeling this planet's effects on her usual clarity of thinking: among other things, Mercury rules over the power of the mind, and when retrograde, intellectual characteristics tend to become less acute than usual, and critical faculties, dimmed.
It would also be a time for introspection, since Mercury was retrograde in Scorpio; a time to reconsider personal views and opinions about life and gain insight into one's ego. Unfortunately, Parvati knew she was in a bind, but could not see any way out of it. She was better than some, that was for certain, but she had never felt so trapped.
She considered her costume, that of a butterfly, and thought how ironic it was. She wanted to be as free and beautiful as a butterfly among the flowers, but instead she felt utterly trapped.
Was there no hope?
She had to remain focused, to hold on to what was positive, or else she knew she would be crushed, not just physically, but even worse, spiritually.