RP: Visiting
Date: 7 November, 1999
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Millie Bulstrode
Location: Pansy's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Millie comes for a visit.
Completion: InComplete
Pansy hadn't seen Millie in several weeks and decided to invite her over for tea so they could catch up. The last time she'd seen her friend things had been a bit different considering Millie was half in the bag, both literally and emotionally. Pansy didn't have experience with being an unwanted child, but she did know what it was like to have everything you'd ever known about your parents proven false. It wasn't fun, and she wished it on no one. That being said, she hoped Millie could move on from the pain her mother inadvertently had caused.
Setting things for tea out, Pansy waited for Millie to come over, day dreaming a little about cottages she and Neville might find. There was still a lot to be discussed about them moving in together- mainly pertaining to Oren and Violet- but that didn't mean Pansy couldn't lose herself in those thoughts. Old habits did die hard, after all.
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Millie Bulstrode
Location: Pansy's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Millie comes for a visit.
Completion: InComplete
Pansy hadn't seen Millie in several weeks and decided to invite her over for tea so they could catch up. The last time she'd seen her friend things had been a bit different considering Millie was half in the bag, both literally and emotionally. Pansy didn't have experience with being an unwanted child, but she did know what it was like to have everything you'd ever known about your parents proven false. It wasn't fun, and she wished it on no one. That being said, she hoped Millie could move on from the pain her mother inadvertently had caused.
Setting things for tea out, Pansy waited for Millie to come over, day dreaming a little about cottages she and Neville might find. There was still a lot to be discussed about them moving in together- mainly pertaining to Oren and Violet- but that didn't mean Pansy couldn't lose herself in those thoughts. Old habits did die hard, after all.