Nov 25, 2013 22:11
Crash
The noises from down the hall weren't slowing down. The Mr. and Mrs. were at it again. It was absolutely enough already.
"Hmph."
And as though she had to partake in all the action, soon clothes were flying from drawers, hangers littered the floor. In the bathroom her cabinets were all pulled open and the items were quite ajar.
Furrowed brow, Pansy surveyed the room and her adjoining powder room and let out an exasperate hissing breath.
None left.
She had kind of figured so. After their last row she'd gotten a bit obliterated.
But mumsy dearest insisted on having her in their home for the holidays (and until the burnings slowed a bit, she assumed).
A pinch of floo powder... she wondered how bad that would burn up if she took a sniff?... and she laughed before booming:
Greengrass Residence.
Her adoptive baby sister would have to take care of her today...
dragon dust,
astoria greengrass,
3rd person